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For once, Raphael sets off to the city without his entourage and, overcoming one checkpoint after another, passes through impregnable fortifications, crowds of guards, beautiful gardens, and majestic architecture. After waiting for his turn (and he had to wait for more than two hours, standing on his feet near the main gates of the palace), he was finally allowed inside. Stepping onto a purple-gold carpet and following it into an amethyst room guarded by a large number of knights, he found himself before a throne where a young girl sat – Her Majesty Astreya Air el Sufir.
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?”
