The gatekeeper stopped and set aside the leaves of the shrubbery.

�Everything has come.�This is our headquarters.�

Sirone tilted her head.�All he could see was a sheer cliff.

�Is this the headquarters?�

When the gatekeeper cast the ferry magic, the unique sound of birds pierced the sky.

After a while, holes were opened in dozens of places in the cliffs, and Norse guards revealed their faces.

As the ground trembled, the cliff began to transform into a fortress.

A door opened on the ground, and a stone staircase descended from a high place.

�It�s ancient magic.�

It seemed that the Norse, who used the affinity of the natural world, had built a natural fortress by magically shaping the entire mountain.

Upon arriving at the headquarters, Sirone and the others were surrounded by talented people who seemed to be outstanding.

A tall, painted blonde woman approached from the front door with haughty steps.

It was the Norse archmage and the second commander of the rebels, Reisis.

�What�s going on?�Purin�s birdsong.�

The gatekeeper stopped Sirone and the others and approached Leisis and whispered something softly.

Flew turned all of the drone�s interpretation into an internal channel and amplified the sound.

A warning window popped up saying that the retinal vision could not collect sound.�It seemed to be using magic to block the spread of sound on its own.

�Hmm, got it.�

Reisis, who heard the report, nodded and walked towards Sirone.

A powerful ancient magic with 32% Spirit Force.

Flew kept his vigilance ready to take action.

However, Reisis� face, which had been expressionless until then, suddenly brightened in front of Sirone.

�Round, Light of Area 73.�

While bewildered by the unexpected hospitality, Reisis opened her arms and hugged Sirone tightly.

She smelled of strong perfume.

The smell of perfume thick like blood.

Resis led Sirone and the others to the stronghold inside the cliff.

At that point, Clove and Gardlock left, and the remaining two were escorted to the commander�s office.

There was a carpet on the floor, and three-person sofas were placed facing each other.

It was certainly a landscape more familiar to Sirone than to the Meccans. JrNovels.com