At night, the streets of the North District of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy were enveloped in tranquility.
In the living room of Gloria's mansion, the heavy curtains next to the floor-to-ceiling window remained closed, separating the night sky of the garden outside from the vibrant interior of the room.
"Let's watch his program."
Sigrid, relaxing and looking forward to it, leaned back on the sofa and turned on the projection screen on the wall of Gloria's living room.
"Mr. Bishop, has he done anything to you along the way?"
Gloria asked with concern and a hint of trepidation.
"What are you thinking?"
Sigrid looked at Gloria coldly, causing Gloria to shrink back, and stop asking such questions rashly.
Gloria always felt that the relationship between Mr. Bishop and the Saint Heir was somewhat different from before they left for the north, or it was the Bishop who had changed, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.