“This way.”

Harald stepped out of the village chief’s room and immediately opened the door to the adjacent room. Inside, a faint blue light emanated from a magic circle etched near the window. The air in the room felt distinct, likely influenced by the presence of the magical formation. A traditional sliding door stood at the far end of the room.

From beyond the door came the sound of labored breathing. A lone woman stood guard in front of the sliding door.

“You’ve arrived, my lord.”

The woman, her short, crimson hair framing a sharp yet striking face, knelt on one knee in deference. Despite the posture, her piercing gaze and strong, athletic build stood out.

“Allow me to introduce her. This is my adjutant, Iril.”