Leaving the camp, they found a small grove, and the two walked one after the other. The sun in Estalia was glaring, and the forest here, far from Chaos corruption, was vibrant and full of life, with birds chirping and flowers blooming.
The Great Alchemist was clad in golden scale armor, a golden mask, a golden staff, and a golden cloak, appearing tacky yet exuding immense authority. Laine walked behind him with hands clasped, smiling, "What does our Great Alchemist wish to discuss with me?"
"Recently, a significant event has occurred in the Empire, involving you," Gaerte said quietly. "As a result, all the Prince-Electors are convening the Imperial Council in Brunswick."
A major event? Laine's eyes darted, and he quickly realized something, "Amelia... no, is it Emmanuelle?"
