We climbed the stairs until we reached the third floor. The colored haired man stopped in front of a large wooden door at the end of the long hallway.
He knocked a few times, then said in a steady, low voice:
"My lady, we are here."
My Lady? Well, that's further from what I expected than anything. The whole way here, I'd been preparing myself to meet a hulking bald brute, muscles big enough to lift a building with one hand hell, maybe even destroy one with a single glare.
But when you think about it, in a world full of witches and people with supernatural authorities, why shouldn't a Lady be the one commanding a bunch of giants guarding the entrance?
For all I know, maybe she's bald and muscular herself. At this point, I wouldn't even be surprised.
A calm female voice came from inside the room:
"Enter."
