Faint sunlight leaked through the window, illuminating the room with a warm, natural light. A young woman with long red hair sprawled across the pillow like a pool of crimson silk, slept. Her eyelids trembled for a moment, then they slowly opened, revealing a pair of intimidating eyes that somehow seemed delicate due to her expression.
Isolde remembered the conversation she had with Godfrey. Soon the world would know about the House Of Order. It wouldn't be a guild or a traditional club but an organisation.
And they had no need for many people since Godfrey alone had ten powerful summons, and she could also summon a dozen dragons. Both of them were enough to fill the numbers.
All that was left was to properly structure this organisation and the main figures involved.
Her lips bloomed into a sweet smile. This was a big change… Godfrey would cement himself as one of the global contenders on the surface and, behind the scenes, wage a fierce battle against Cain.
