“‘That person’?”
“The black magic swordsman! He’s just passed through the main gate of the Magic Tower and is heading to the ceremony hall right now!”
“……!”
Odelrit and Moriphis hurriedly rushed to the banquet hall where the inauguration was being held.
Thanks to keeping pace with Odelrit’s ruthless speed, even the frail legs of the great wizard managed to make it in time.
The attendant guarding the entrance tried to perform his duty.
“Lady Odelrit Marcelion and Sir Moriphis Marcelion are entering… Gasp.”
“Shut up and seal the entrance immediately!”
“Y-Yes?”
“Hurry! From this moment on, no one is allowed in!”
“Y-Yes, sir…!”
The knights hastily grabbed both sides of the massive doors and began to close them.
With the closing doors at her back, Odelrit straightened her posture with dignity, as if she hadn’t just been running in a frenzy.
“Quickly, go sit in that chair, Great-Great-Grandfather.”
“W-Wait… huff… this is… exhausting… huff…”
“There’s no time. Hurry up…!”
Odelrit nearly…
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