In the shadowy courtyard of Dark Chaos, Amoen the Giant Stag was carefully manipulating magic power, attempting to tinker with a nearby magic web terminal. Meanwhile, Goddess of Magic Milmina sat boredly to the side, her thoughts roaming as she gazed into the distance, at the sky filled with black lightning and chaotic geometric masses.
Of course, considering she didn't actually have legs, her lower body being nothing more than what looked like a long skirt of mist, this so-called "sitting" was more like compressing the mist, changing the shape of her lower half.
"So, it only broadcasted the parts where they took seats and the opening speech," the former Goddess of Magic said, glancing at Amoen who was studying the magic web terminal, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment, "Then it just turned into a bunch of 'guest scholars' sitting in a room endlessly discussing and analyzing…"
