"Under the Crown of the Frost of Winter, huh? Oh—it is indeed quite harsh, luckily the Federation has a spring-like climate all year round, he can't come here."
Unconcerned with the girl's 'angry glare,' a playful glint flashed in the Leader's eyes. Eventually, after glancing at Anvis, he seemed to lose interest, turned back, and returned to his throne.
"Take her to the Grey Mist, Star, he will know how to deal with her."
"Alright, just don't forget what I want."
Star nodded indifferently and once again teleported away with Anvis, but this time, he didn't knock her out.
After reappearing, the environment next to the two had turned into a special white room.
The walls were embellished with dazzling silver inscriptions and magical circuits; a silver sluice gate was located on one side of the room, currently closed.
