บท 187: Trouble From Foreign Foes

"Heard about your victory against the Second-year student, Ferge."

Erian waved his hand offhandedly. His foot step slowly resounding within the tight space of the office, his scrutinizing gaze glancing at the art work on the side walls of the office.

"You recognize the art work?" A sweet voice which seem like the tinkling of Christmas bells or the twitting of a beautiful bird bounced off the walls of the room.

Erian stared with a mesmerized gaze as though he had been bewitched. The piece  of art before him wasn't large but was as large as a table. At the forefront of the artwork stands a towering snowy mountain, its grandeur accentuated by a pristine white landscape stretching as far as the eye can see.