"What happened, Lady Sivia?" The Lord sat down and poured her a cup of tea.
"It's nothing. I just took care of a reckless Black Dragon on my way here." Sivia scoffed, then turned to Levi. "How did your trip to Gonda City go?"
"Not ideal," Levi said, shaking his head. "I did sense the aura of the Bronze Dragon you mentioned, in a chapel deep within the Royal Palace. But a Legendary Mage was guarding the place, so I couldn't get in."
"Thank you for your help. That's enough," Sivia said with a nod.
"But honestly, even if you know that Bronze Dragon is in the Royal Palace, what's your plan? You can't just force your way in, can you?" Levi raised his teacup and took a sip, only to be surprised that it was rum. He'd thought it was tea.
"I certainly can't get in. Gonda City is not as simple as it appears." Sivia's beauty was such that even a Minstrel would be at a loss for words—not for lack of skill, but because to describe her features with mere rhetoric would be a form of blasphemy.
