Meanwhile in Midgard.
Yvanna was inside Alaric's study, going over various documents related to the affairs of the city.
"Luckily I have you here. Otherwise, it would have taken me months to complete everything." The elven princess sighed as she looked at the beautiful Veronican woman sitting adjacent to her desk.
It was Mathilda, the woman who had recently been promoted as Alaric's assistant.
Yvanna held strong prejudice against her, but after interacting with her in the last few days, they became a lot closer and she now considered Mathilda as her friend.
Mathilda lifted her head and smiled at her. "You overpraise me, Miss. With your skills, you can handle these things well even without me."
Yvanna chuckled at her words. "You are getting better at flattering people. Did you learn that from him?"
"I'm speaking the truth, Miss," Mathilda replied cautiously.
"Mathilda, you don't need to be formal. There is no one here so you can speak freely with me." Yvanna sighed.
