An Invitation

While Robert undertook a tremendous risk for a chance of revenge, an elegant middle-aged woman visited the Brother-in-Law's manor.

"I did not expect such a big surprise, Sonya dear." Sipping the red tea her adopted daughter personally brewed, the Archduchess said with a smile.

It's just neither Sonya nor the group of three seated with her returned that smile, even if only for appearance.

Unaffected by their indifference, Serenthia turned to Enigma and looked at her with an intense gaze.

Rather than being intimitaded by her gaze like a typical warrior, Enigma stared back at her. There was no strong animosity in her eyes but there definitely was no good feelings.

What interested the princess' mother, however, was the way Enigma carried herself. Despite facing a powerful rank 8, she was greatly self-assured. The subconscious wariness a weaker being would have towards a stronger one was completely absent.