Smoke Screen

The bushes rustled and a group of three walked out.

A young woman in blue top and white trousers, a casual outfit that one wouldn't expect in the royal palace complex.

She seemed to be in her late twenties, with short red hair, soft purple skin and four sharp, thin elf-like ears.

"There are no rats here. We noticed that you noticed. We're just waiting to settle things when you're finally ready." A hunched old lady with thin gray hair snorted.

Even though she looked so weak that she might be blown away by a gust of wind, the powerful aura of a rank 9 oozing out of her said otherwise.

"Archduchess Seraphina, I'm not a guy who goes around picking fights. But do you think you can bully me with your seniority?" Varian crossed his arms and sneered. "My Sister-in-law is not the kindest woman I know. But she is very protective. If you still come at me, I am not responsible for what's going to happen."