The year Lux 416, March 28th.
Rodriza stood in the villa, gazing towards the direction where the new recruits were stationed at the front line.
To monitor this war, Rodriza had deployed several Magic Bats.
However, Rodriza had no way of learning the situation in every corner of the battlefield.
Fiddling with a small black cat-head button the size of a thumbnail, suddenly, a gleam flashed across the cute black cat-head button, revealing the silhouette of a bat, flickering with a faint light.
In Rodriza's mind, a voice that she longed for echoed:
"Yes, he is the adventurer I am looking for, also known as Potato Thorn."
Closing her eyes, Rodriza seemingly saw a dim ancient castle standing on an island surrounded by bizarre magic beasts scurrying about, and the sounds of a siren's song echoing.
In the pitch-black ancient castle, a tall, dark figure was gently swirling the wineglass in his hand, the crimson liquid inside emitting a unique glow.
