Central City, Queen's Castle.
Dawn is approaching, outside the castle loft, the night has not yet broken, and it still appears tranquil. A gentle breeze blows, with faint luminescence fluttering out from among the grass, bringing light earlier than the dawn.
These luminescent specks are not fireflies, but pure, transparent Light Fragments.
The Legion Commander sits within the castle hall, feeling the warm breeze brush against her face, sipping tea and patiently waiting.
She has just received a temporary notice that a visitor of noble identity has arrived at the castle.
Afar, the Light Fragments move with the wind, gradually converging towards her position.
Faint sounds of laughter and conversation can be heard.
One of the voices is recognizable as Duke Zhuxue's: "It has been a long time, Miss Meng, and your demeanor is even more impressive than before."
And the other...
The voice is gentle, much like the warm breeze passing through the halls.
"Mr. Zuxue, you flatter me."
