Far away from the outer ring and in the innermost ring was a woman with long silver hair and a gorgeous figure.
This was Silvia Von Silversteel, one of the princesses of the north, Nolstra.
She had an elegant posture as she sat upright on a sofa; her finger hooked around the handle of a teacup. Currently, she was in a room with the more prominent nobles.
A few examples would be the Four Scions of the East, the Nightraven, and a Prince from the South.
That had tried to get Marionette, but she didn't reply.
Clink Clink Clink
Looking up, Silvia watched as the chandelier hanging above them wiggled and shook, prompting her to raise a confused eyebrow.
"Is the building shaking? Do earthquakes happen regularly in the Underworld?" She asked, looking towards Emilio Von Nightraven.
The young, black-haired youth shook his head calmly in front of the princess, "No. Unlike the surface, we Underworlders don't experience natural disasters, even on a small scale."
