Illinois Is Surrounded With Enemies
"What about Berserkers?" I asked.
"They are in Wisconsin."
"Didn't you say the illusionists were in the north?" Karoline asked, but I didn't get what she just said.
"What does that even mean?" I asked, and the answer I got was a simple stamp from Karoline's foot over the north of Illinois.
"Wisconsin lies to the north of Illinois," she said.
"The two archlords are up there indeed," Hilary nodded in confirmation, "but as the illusionists are a cowardly race, they feared the Berserkers and just kept their distance away from my borders."
"And the berserkers?" the jumper asked, "are they attacking the north?"
"Nah," she gave the answer I knew about. She waved her long strand hair with both hands before adding in strange pride, "someone high up in their race sat his eyes over me. So their archlord won't dare to set foot in my region."
"Oh, poor Hye, you got a competitor on that calibre," the jumper said in fake sympathy, in a way that gave me the desire to punch him in the face.