The Birth of A Fourth Dragon and Fourth Harem Faction
Rischa entered the dorm of Anasta while she mistook the place to be empty except for the two of them. Anasta closed the door then went towards the big table in the middle of the room, sat leisurely at the chair while glancing at her enemy like she was eyeing her best friend.
"Tell me what do you want, my dear sis?" Anasta asked, while her hand moved to touch a hidden weapon she put long time ago under the rounded surface of this marble heavy table.
"Nothing much, tell me what was the response from your superiors?" Rischa asked as she went to sit over the seat next to Anasta, while her hand crossed, as she held tightly the long thin blade she was hiding inside her long sleeves.
The two glanced warmly at each other, like two beloved sisters, not two enemies who were about to kill each other.
"Nothing much, just told me to stand put and wait for their response," Anasta said, lying to her enemy, despite giving a hint on her superiors attitude.