'A coincidence. It must be a coincidence.'
The City Lord came down from the balcony and ordered a Human servant in the City Lord's Mansion, "Go to that specialty store and buy a Magic Vision Device."
The servant left.
"There's one more thing." Antinoya hesitated, unsure if she should bring it up now. The City Lord didn't seem to be in a good mood.
"What is it?"
"Well, you know Simon, right?"
"That genius artisan?" The City Lord recognized the name. His family had crafted the City Lord's crown.
If he remembered correctly, his father had seemingly gone mad and caused the biggest explosion the city had seen in over a century.
"What about him?"
"He..." Antinoya glanced at the City Lord with some embarrassment, then said after a few seconds, "He's in Furnace Castle right now, learning Dwarven forging techniques?"
"What did you say?" The City Lord's composure finally broke, a look of confusion on his face. "Don't tell me Simon is the Elf who made it to the final round?"
