Battle Square.
A corner filled with the rustle of silver Magic Robes, the crowd parts to create a small void, and at the center of this area, a tall and elegant figure sits tranquilly on a black metal high-backed chair.
The high-backed metal chair is adorned with exquisite and splendid patterns, naturally emitting wisps of black mist like smoke.
Enveloped in this mist, the handsome young wizard with blue eyes and white hair seated on the chair exudes a mysterious, noble, and elegant aura, as if it was innate.
Ronan, having inherited a limited quantity of Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel from Benny, had not enough to craft a grand metal throne like others. Thus, he had to settle for a comfortable high-backed chair instead.
"Nono Pelin..."
Ronan fiddled with a Communication Stone in his hand, but after a moment's thought, he put it away again.
There was no need to seek confirmation from Benny about such a trivial matter.
