Chapter 404: The Only Color - One - I

Within the Tower of Babel, in Hendrik's office, Evora idly toyed with an exquisitely crafted puzzle that Hendrik had left on his desk. 

Opposite her, Ravenna bowed her head in a humble posture, remaining silent.

"You desire the return of those potions..." 

The Elder Princess, propping her cheek with one hand, glanced over the petite miss puppet and suddenly let out a scornful laugh, "What could you possibly offer in exchange?"

"...Whatever you require, I shall endeavor to provide, Your Highness."

"Such bold words. Would you dare speak thus to Ansel?"

The sharply defined mechanical puzzle twisted at Evora's fingertips, seemingly a complex, interlocking brain teaser that had long surpassed the category of mere toys. It was a mystery why such an item would adorn Hendrik's desk.