At Liya Tower Fortress, in a private room with simple decorations but complete furnishings, Charlotte, who had just showered, sat alone at her desk, her ink-black eyes intently gazing at the crystal stone on the table that emanated magical energy.
As the leader of the reformists and the one with the highest magical attainment in the magic circles and magical devices, Charlotte was almost constantly researching new mana-energy devices.
Outside, the wind and snow howled, while inside, it remained warm. The soft orange light fell on Charlotte's hair, illuminating her exquisite and beautiful face. Time seemed to have left no trace on her, but instead added a mature and intellectual charm.
Her mind was currently submerged in the crystal stone, sketching out a specific magic circle, when a rhythmic knocking sound suddenly reached Charlotte's ears.
