127 Volume 4.126 Fate of Her Race (2)

She carefully opened and closed the door. Her one bed and table was what greeted her first. 

From any outsider's perspective, her room was quite humble compared to the one she had in her dormitory in the House of Hearts and Spades.

But none of this mattered. Without a single change to her expression, she walked towards the middle of her room. Where a portrait of an empty brown vase was hung. When she reached the portrait, she closed her eyes for a bit.

"Sense," she chanted and she felt a soft breeze of wind that vibrated through her. "Everything is clear."