|| Chapter 437 || Welcome to Falowright
As night deepened into dawn, a stillness was broken within the small open courtyard. The doors creaked open, and a small group emerged from the entrance. Their feet silently landed on the grass as they approached a peculiar device laid in the center of the area.
A woman with striking pale blue hair carried a small oil lamp as she lit the way to the old teleportation platform. Lady Klaria whispered an incantation softly to enact the platform, creating a ripple of mana around them. The crystals on the platform gleamed and vibrated with energy.
As he finished speaking, she turned and looked up at Moulin's silver, completely expressionless eyes.
"I suppose they didn't prepare a welcoming dinner for the young master? Tch, what's the world coming to? Why should it be so bitterly cold?" Tessley said with a discontented sigh, folding her arms as a frosty breath escaped her mouth. The fatigue in her face was quite clearly visible.