Despite being asked by a junior she had never seen before if they could talk for a moment, Olivia Lanche readily agreed. There was no hint of hesitation, suspicion, or judgment from her.0

We settled on one of the empty club rooms on the seventh floor.0

“This place should be free from eavesdroppers. Is it okay with you?”0

“Ah, yes…”0

She pulled up two chairs and settled down gracefully into one. She was around 170 centimeters tall, and her proportions were unreal, with a rather small head. Judging by her tender expression, it would probably be easy enough for her to start a cult of her own without believing in any particular deity, and still be quite successful.1

It was the first time someone’s presence alone made me feel this intimidated.0

It wasn’t due to fear, but the unusualness of her aura as well as her appearance, which made the feeling all the more bizarre.0

I sat opposite her and met her eyes.0

“I heard you had a discussion with Vertus,” I said.0

“Ah, the prince. Yes, that happened.”0

“I don’t know the details of your conversation… but I’m broadly aware of the situation.”0

Her expression darkened slightly. “I see. But before I go on, can I ask how you knew about me already? I’m really sorry Reinhart, but… I’ve only heard of you, and this is my first time ever meeting you… So it was odd to hear that you were worried about me.”0

Olivia seemed to be quite flustered by the idea of a complete stranger being concerned about her.0

“Oh, it’s not that… It was Adriana who was worried. She seemed concerned that something might...0