"Madam, there is no response from the Plated Orb." As the night grew darker and darker, the hotel lobby which was requisitioned by the church of the God of Aristocracy, was ablaze with lights. A knight in black plated armor came down the stairs and reported to a woman sitting in a chair near the door. She had been leisurely reading a book.

The woman put down her book. Her beautiful face showed a little astonishment and doubt. "That's so strange! Crick should have fled. Could it be that he doesn't have a scroll which records transmission magic or a Return Skill?"

"Maybe he wants to get out of the town through a tunnel," a female wizard named Maggie said casually. She was sitting at a table next to the woman with her legs crossed. "The Keane Family has been running for several generations. Maybe there is a tunnel that leads outside of town."

She stretched lazily and switched her legs. While switching her position, her slender legs were exposed under her high-forked robe. Some knights