"I, Roline, ruler of Blai City, have no need to arrive from the outskirts when visiting any city on the Continent."
"Oh, that's so impressive. Why don't you go visit the center of the Holy City of the Church right now? I'll wait for your good news. If you can make it back in one piece, I'll work for you from now on. The Zog Group can be renamed the Roline Group."
Zog immediately called her bluff.
He then looked at the man in the strange, tight-fitting suit, feeling the figure was vaguely familiar.
'How can I get him to play along and spin this event, which almost became a bloody conflict, into a "nice little accident"?'
After all, the whole thing had been broadcast live, with hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes watching.
"You…" As Zog started to speak, he caught a familiar scent on the other man—mostly familiar, but with a hint of what must be perfume. "Are you Soron?"
"I'm not!" Soron denied at once.
