[Unhuman Domain], Headquarters of the Magician's Association.
The Audwin's Dragon floating high in the sky occasionally let out dissatisfied murmurs—the most evil knight was still stepping on it, while also abducting the Sword Saint's granddaughter.
Looking at the crowd surrounding the Headquarters of the Magician's Association below, the young witch couldn't help but gasp in surprise, curiously asking, "Is today a Magician's Association open day or something, why are there so many people?"
Of course, her question didn't receive any response... Farael just kept his eyes fixed on the two-hundredth floor of the headquarters' tower, suddenly saying, "Dazzle is not here, and neither is Secret Steel."
The titles of the Tower Masters were known to the young witch—probably, in the [Unhuman Domain], there wouldn't be anyone unaware of the titles of the Association's Tower Masters.
"How do you know?" Miss Gillian couldn't help but ask curiously.
