Armand Nation.
Special Underground Training Facility.
Liana smiled and gestured gracefully toward three sets of steel trays, each carrying a delicate drink set and refreshments, the kind the maids always served to the royal family. Her eyes then turned toward Celine and Lyzia, her voice calm and melodic.
"The first test is simple. You must carry one of these trays and bring it to the next table at the far end of this corridor."
She pointed toward a narrow, winding path ahead. It was a simple-looking bridge, barely a foot wide, stretching over a deep, dark hole on either side. The destination was a small table visible about thirty feet away.
"Huh? What for, Big Sister?" Lyzia asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
