Kapitel 484: Inevitable Invasion

Magda's laughter filled the opulent room, an infectious sound that seemed unstoppable ever since they arrived in the grand carriage.

"I never expected my words to elicit such laughter," Rosalind mused, a small smile playing on her lips. She swirled the wine glass in her hand, admiring the rich, colorful contents that the King of Rakha had generously sent to welcome them. This trip was meant to be diplomatic, and in acknowledgment of that, the King had provided Rosalind with a lavish suite in his palace. Although the King himself hadn't personally welcomed her, Rosalind understood the political subtleties at play. Nevertheless, she was scheduled to have lunch with the King on the morrow, and that was her opportunity to broach the topic of the elusive Howling Mountains.

Magda's laughter finally subsided, and she asked Rosalind with curiosity, "Aren't they afraid that you might use sorcery against them?"

"Sorcery?" Rosalind raised an eyebrow in surprise.