Knock! Knock!
"May I come in, Headmistress Isabel?"
"Yes, you may."
The door to the office opened, and Alistair stepped inside. His gaze immediately fell upon the headmistress sitting behind her desk.
Her hair had turned completely white with age, yet her face appeared no older than that of a woman in her forties. Time had done little to diminish her mature beauty.
A pair of round, black-rimmed glasses rested elegantly on her face.
However, someone else in the room quickly drew Alistair's attention.
"Stella? You're here? I didn't expect to see you."
Across from Isabel sat a woman dressed in pristine white robes. A cross-shaped necklace hung around her neck, displaying her devotion to the Goddess of Light.
Her midnight-blue hair framed a beautiful, mature face, while a pair of striking golden eyes gleamed with amusement. She appeared to be in her mid-forties, yet age had done little to diminish her beauty.
