The Novel's Extra (101-200)

Chapter 188 - Sign (2)

[Lv.11 Medea's Palace]

Standing in the heart of Prestige was a lofty palace that served as the symbol of the city.

The Gothic spires and stained glass decorating the walls gave it an antique charm, and the mana crystals adorning the ceilings and walls shone even in Prestige's eternal darkness.

This mystical palace was built and sustained with only the power of magic. It was a symbol of sovereignty of the 'abandoned princess', Medea.

The halls of the palace were a maze that one could only enter with Medea's permission, and the palace's walls had magic cannons that could shoot down any outside enemy.

The fact that she even added eight legs to the palace so she could escape with it if it was necessary showed how much she loved the place.

"Hnn..."

Currently, Medea was surrounded by her faithful servants, who followed her every wish, and was looking at a table filled with delicacies that came from the upper floors of the Tower. Despite all these, she was in a bad mood.

There was just one thing that was bothering her.

'...There shouldn't be anyone in Prestige with the skills to craft such an item.'

Medea thought back to the event she held four days ago.

The robe that the first ranked man who introduced himself as Buyong was wearing.

The surface of the robe was soft like flowing water and its beautiful engravings exuded a faint aura.

'Aura'.

It was a flow of magic power and art that could only be seen by those who possessed the Aesthetic Eye.

Medea could see the aura being emitted from his robe. The aura was very natural as if it had been that way ever since it was first created.

'...Who could have made such a robe?'

Medea was simply curious. To her knowledge, there wasn't anyone in Prestige with such skills. If there was, she would've brought them to the palace a long time ago.

It wasn't something that could be found outside the 3rd floor either. A civilization that could produce such luxuries would be on a much higher floor than Prestige.

"Could it be...?"

Suddenly, she thought of Hephaestus who should be hiding somewhere.

But she quickly shook her head.

That ignorant man wouldn't be able to make something so delicate. It was that blacksmith's fault that dwarfs, who possessed far more dexterity than elves, avoided cloth and weaving and focused only on gold and iron.

"...Tsk."

It all seemed so pitiful to Medea after a while.

Everything in Prestige was cheap anyway.

She was a bit curious about the robe but that was all. It wasn't something she was dying to get her hands on. Only items like the 'Blue Wave' and the 'Song of Sorrow' were worthy of holding her attention.

"Reiley."

Medea stopped thinking about the robe and called in the old butler who had been working for her for a long time.

Suddenly, a part of the room trembled and the old butler appeared out of the blue.

It was a simple teleportation that only worked inside the palace.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"When is the next Administrator Conference?"

The Tower's administrators, who were in charge of a floor or a sub-floor, frequently held meetings.