"Who is in charge at this resource point?" Asked one of the top ten students from the Umbra Academy, who had arrived at this tungsten ore range.
Lefay stepped forward and answered: "It's me. Lefay from the Black Isotta."
The student glanced at her, whose stunning grace—a sort of grace that came with an unrestrained domineering manner—flooded him. Following which he narrowed his eyes.
Lefay's withered skin had been healed after years of treatment. She had become a gracious queen again. And her character had become a little more cunning.
The student pulled out a map and chattered. "You take your men to reach here in five days." He pointed his finger at somewhere in the map. "The remaining few will be enough to guard this ore range."
"A center resource point?" Lefay got startled and then she murmured. "That '20 Drops of Blood' is getting stronger enough to have this final battle? Their members were behaving like fools only years ago."