Eleanor looked stunned.
"A true idealist?" She stared fixedly at the mask that seemed broken: "Who do you mean?"
"Detected... unknown program fluctuation..."
The voice of the Secret Guard had turned into chaotic noise, and the next moment, she uttered mechanical words: "Restarting program..."
The mask flickered and trembled again, then vanished.
"Ridiculous..." Eleanor muttered, looking strange: "I knew these guys had mental issues..."
She turned back to glance at the Celestial Calamity mist, flapped her dragon wings, and soared to a higher altitude, gliding over the earth, away from the edge of the Southern Territory.
Soon, Eleanor locked onto her destination.
She set her sights on Lord Levell's castle in the Southern Territory.
The building was unmistakably identifiable, specially constructed at a high elevation, majestic in design yet solemn.
The nobles' banquet seemed endless.
