"It really was becoming more and more troublesome. Hard to handle, truly hard to handle." In the palace, the queen sighed softly.
Ever since hearing some information about Romon, she had been deep in thought, wondering what exactly she should do about this Giant Eagle Druid, Romon.
According to her original plan, she would send a squad of experts to capture Romon and bring him back. The result had been a complete failure, and they had even lost a Fifteenth-Level mage.
She had misjudged Romon's personal strength. Even though she had already rated his abilities highly, she still had not expected his level to rise so quickly.
"Fifteenth Level!" Reclining sideways on a soft couch, the queen lightly furrowed her brow.
A Fifteenth-Level Archdruid was no longer someone who could be dealt with by casually dispatching a small team. Those groups explicitly granted immunity under Continental Law were naturally none of them simple figures.
Druids, mages, and priests in particular belonged to the kind of people capable of wielding magic. Once their levels reached a certain point, a qualitative transformation would take place.
This man, who had successfully advanced to become a Fifteenth-Level Druid, also had close ties with Prince Xiusenya, the most likely heir to the throne among the Aisk Kingdom's Royal House. One wrong move, and it might draw them into another nation's disputes.
"Someone!" An incomparably vexed feeling suddenly rose in her heart. The queen could no longer remain lying down. She abruptly stood up and paced a circuit through the palace. Unable to bear the irritation any longer, she called out toward the outside.
Very soon, a female official entered from outside. She respectfully bowed to Her Majesty the Queen and asked humbly, "What are Your Majesty's orders?"
"Summon the four female officials in command here.