The female Drow extended her finger, and the ring engraved with the Black Dragon pattern was particularly striking on her fair finger. Deluo gasped, but his body gradually calmed down, "So that's how it is, I understand now."
Zilvra turned to Lynch, her silvery white curls bouncing playfully on her shoulders. "Lynch, do you know where Soka has gone?"
"She should have gone back to the Observatory Tower by now," Lynch replied. "You shouldn't be too hard on the little girl. She's not grown up yet."
"That's my concern." Zilvra passed by Lynch, gently exhaling a breath of fragrance near the mage's ear. "You shouldn't be preoccupied with the affairs of the Mage Association all the time. You should have those slaves serve you instead."
