In the far west of the Holy Sun Continent, House Bloodforge
"Is there still no news of Rowena?"
"...No matriarch. There wasn't any"
"Just where did this girl run off to!?"
Lyssandra slammed her fists on the wall beside her in rage. It was understandable, as there had been no news of her daughter for the past three months.
The servant walking beside her sighed, this has become almost a daily occurrence. They were both walking together in the corridor of their Mansion towards the Main Hall.
Lyssandra had arranged a meeting to discuss her daughter and the current state of events and affairs.
The corridor was luxurious, and a graceful woman stepped towards the door at the end.
Lyssandra sighed as she massaged her temples; it seemed the stress was accumulating a lot lately.
Reaching the end, Lyssandra's servant stood back with her head bowed down.
With a nod, Lyssandra pushed the door to the main Hall and walked inside.
But…
"Hm?"
