On one side of her stood Lucretia Air el Sufir, on the other, the newly appointed priestess and national heroine Primula Heisens, and slightly further away were people unfamiliar to Raphael.
“Raphael Ambrosius Kosto,” said one of them, loudly reading from a book in her hands, “representative of ‘Golden Griffin’.”
“Hmm, ‘Golden Griffin’,” the Empress cut off a piece of cake with a spoon and only after completely chewing and swallowing it, continued where she left off, “a group with decent combat potential and several extraordinary individuals. Tell me, Raphael, how can ‘Golden Griffin’ be useful to Airisufir?”