She assessed the blonde girl before her with those crimson eyes, from head to toe.
Although not as sharply prominent as before, Isadella could still sense a subtle but oppressive threat emanating from Enola.
Worthy of being the holder of the Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad.
Just a decade, and she's reached such a state.
Isadella rested her hand on her waist. She suppressed the golden radiance that, due to resonance, was eager to show itself. It gathered upon the scabbard, as if the Sacred Sword was ready to reveal its true form at any moment.
She looked at the expressionless blonde girl before her, crossed her arms, and spoke softly, "So, Miss Enola, what exactly is this card game you've invited us to partake in?"
A card game?
Shiayar's puzzled thought had just arisen when he saw the stack of magictech cards Enola produced.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
