"You're back already?" Jeming looked Viola up and down; there was still that faint residual aura of long-distance spatial Teleportation clinging to her.
"It's only been a few months. That Plane… don't tell me it's already finished?"
In Professor Clark's office, which was crammed full of books, instruments, and half-finished Alchemy Armor, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.
Staring at this senior who had gone and returned, yet carried the decadent air of "mission accomplished" on her face, Jeming couldn't hide his surprise.
Viola sprawled bonelessly in an armchair that looked extremely comfortable, rubbed her brow, and spoke with a hint of bored detachment:
"Fight? Strictly speaking, there wasn't even a real fight. The Eighth Level Wizards at command just directly struck a deal with that Artificial Intelligence called 'Justice'. Now, it, along with that vast Plane it controls and all living beings on it, has been officially incorporated into our Wizard Civilization."
