"No problem."
Rosalia finished her preparations, battle intent blazing within her. With a light tap of her pale toes against the ground, she gracefully leapt onto the high platform.
"Hey, why did it suddenly go quiet in there?"
Biskaly had already arrived beneath the city walls. Frowning, she stared into the gray mist and shouted inside, "Answer me already. Why did you stop talking? What the hell happened in there?"
"Hehe, so you're the Imperial Guards from the capital."
Rosalia no longer hid herself and elegantly stepped out from the gray mist. The torn black skirt that had yet to fully mend fluttered violently in the wind. Combined with her waterfall-like long hair, she radiated a shattered yet haunting beauty.
"Oh? You actually came out on your own."
Biskaly sized up the masked woman before her and raised an eyebrow in surprise. With a flick of her hand, a savage divine artifact battle axe appeared in her grasp.
