"Hmm, I don't know if you're truly obedient or just overly clever, or maybe it's thanks to someone's guidance." As she said this, the false anger that had just erupted from Matron Batana vanished without a trace. She glanced at Zilvra standing behind her. The pale-skinned Dark Elf continued to gaze coldly at the mage standing at the foot of the steps, without a hint of change.
"Then, mage, you may leave." The matron waved her hand, as if gently brushing away a wisp of smoke lingering in front of her or shooing away a small bug.
"Zilvra, you stay..."
