To The Treasury
Shirley flew down as she arrived before the Everlasting Phoenix Alliance. Their intensive gaze, including everyone's gaze, was on her, but that didn't make her the slightest bit nervous or fidgety. Schleya also appeared beside her like a bodyguard, one of her hands behind her waist as though she hid that crimson blade behind her back, causing many to feel strange.
She wasn't going to attack if they displayed suspicious moves, right?
"Young Inheritor Shirley, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
Seeing that Shirley didn't stand on ceremony or was hostile to her, Mistress Zahara replied with a faint smile behind her veil.
"If you don't mind, we'll take it to someplace else as the gallery is rather loud…?"
Shirley stared at Mistress Zahara. Her sharp voice, which sounded clear and invigorating, was heartening to hear. However, the unfamiliarity in the tone left her feeling dull, which she quickly hid and smiled.