Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Two guards quickly stepped forward.

One man lifted Victor's body, while another followed closely behind, covering the body's face with a dark cloth.

They quickly led him out of the back room.

Then someone else brought tools, squatted down, and wiped the bloodstains off the floor.

Magical light swept across the surface of the stain.

The dark red marks faded little by little, eventually restoring the original light-colored wood grain.

The ground was so clean it was as if nothing had happened.

But the floorboards that the legendary knight shattered over Victor's body still bear several cracks.

It was like a silent reminder.

To remind someone that something has happened.

It wasn't just the shattered floor, but also the two people facing off.

Luna and Wolf.

The master of the Soul Tower, and the head of the Eli family, a family of ice magic.

The two stood a few steps apart, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

Wolf broke the silence first, his voice steady.

Let's leave it at that.

Luna laughed.

That smile carried a just-right sharpness.

"If we just let it go like this, wouldn't someone dare to insult the Supreme Lord of the Heavens to his face the very next day?"

"There are only two Speakers in Thousand Towers."

"Just because Miss Roland isn't the Speaker of the Thousand Towers, does that give us the right to be disrespectful?"

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the nobles who were casting hostile glances at her.

Finally, it landed on a few guests dressed in the attire of other city-states.

"Moreover, patriarch Wolf, it's not just people from Thousand Towers present."

"And those guests who have traveled a long way to get here."

"Are you sure you want to just let this go?"

Wolf stared at Luna, his voice turning colder.

"Are you really going to go that far?"

Luna tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying an innocent certainty.

"It's not that I want to be ruthless."

"But the authority of the alliance is beyond question."

"And the Speaker—"

She turned to the side and gestured with her chin toward Elvia.

"Enough to represent the alliance."

Wolf's gaze was deep.

He did not respond immediately.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

Then, in front of everyone, he slowly nodded.

"Miss Luna is right, the authority of the League is not to be questioned."

"My Eli family will naturally handle matters officially."

He turned to Elvia, suppressing the coldness in his tone and replacing it with a respectful one.

"Speaker Roland, I will handle the matter concerning the Windsor family personally."

"We guarantee to give you a satisfactory explanation."

Wolf looked at Luna, his words full of implications.

"I will also find out why the son of a fallen nobleman is here."

Elvia glanced at Luna, then at Wolf.

Her eyes flickered slightly, revealing a knowing look, like that of an audience member sitting in the front row of a theater.

But she didn't show much on her face.

He just frowned at just the right moment, his tone still carrying a hint of lingering anger.

"I can let bygones be bygones regarding the offense the other party committed."

"But he laid a hand on my most beloved maid—"

She turned her head and tenderly stroked the still-bleeding wound on Rebecca's brow bone.

"So I need an explanation."

A member of the Lux family stepped forward.

She was a female mage with a gentle face, dressed in a white robe.

She bowed slightly to Elvia, her tone gentle.

"Speaker, please allow me to treat this young lady."

Elvia nodded and stepped aside.

The female mage raised her hand, and a soft white light emanated from her palm, gently covering Levy's wound.

Levy's body tensed slightly for a moment, and she instinctively shrank back.

Elvia glanced at her with some surprise.

The female mage noticed Levy's reaction and paused in her movements.

She stared at Levy for a while, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

Then her expression changed slightly, as if she had realized something.

But she didn't ask any more questions; she simply completed the healing procedure.

After the white light dissipated, the wound on Levy's forehead had healed, leaving only a faint pink mark.

The female mage withdrew her hand and smiled at Elvia.

"It's alright now."

"It will be fully recovered soon."

After she finished speaking, she retreated back into the crowd.

Elvia nodded, thanked her, and didn't ask any further questions.

Wolf watched all this from the side, and only spoke after the female mage stepped back.

"Please rest assured."

"I'll go back and handle this personally right now."

"The Windsor family will receive the punishment they deserve, and Victor's father, the head of the Windsor family, will also be held accountable."

I will give you an answer as soon as possible.

He bowed slightly, then straightened up and, with his attendants behind him, turned and walked toward the entrance to the back room.

His figure quickly disappeared into the corridor outside the archway.

A moment of silence lingered among the crowd.

Then, as if some signal had been triggered, one nobleman after another stepped forward.

Some people put down their glasses, some straightened their collars, and some whispered a few words to their companions.

"I have some things to take care of, so I'll take my leave now."

"Today's exhibition... was definitely worth the trip."

See you next time.

One excuse after another was casually thrown out, polite yet distant.

Soon, the members of the magic family began to leave one after another.

The people from the magic tower, after subtly hinting to Luna, also left.

Luna stood there, watching the last departing figure disappear beyond the archway.

Then she turned around, her sharpness softening slightly, replaced by a perfectly appropriate apology.

"Speaker, I'm so sorry."

"I had hoped to show you around properly and explain the treasures of the exhibition to you."

"But it seems—"

She glanced around the now empty back room, her tone tinged with a helpless regret.

"It seems the exhibition will have to end early today."

Elvia waved her hand, her tone returning to its usual gentleness.

"Lord Tower Master, there's no need to blame yourself."

"No one expected what happened today."

"I'll ask the Tower Master to explain it to me another day when there's a chance."

Luna nodded, her gaze lingering on Elvia's face for a moment before glancing at Levy behind her.

Then she smiled and gave a slight bow.

"Then I'll take my leave now."

"Speaker, until we meet again."

She turned around, and with the guardian knight, slowly walked out of the back room.

Her footsteps echoed crisply on the empty stone ground.

The deep purple skirt trailed a smooth arc on the ground.

The last figure disappeared into the light outside the archway.

The entire jewel chamber fell completely silent.

Only Elvia and Levy remained standing there.

And those three silent exhibits.

And several guards with different expressions and the old curator.

The old curator stood beside the display case, looking at the empty floor, and sighed deeply.

The legendary mage standing beside him was Kas.

An elderly monk with graying hair surrounded him.

He crossed his arms and spoke with a nonchalant, sarcastic tone.

"Old buddy, what do you say—"

"What is the purpose of this exhibition?"

"If you ask me, we might as well sell all these treasures."

"It's better than being a backdrop for these guys here."

The old curator did not respond immediately.

He simply stared at the empty space before him and remained silent for a moment.

Then he shook his head.

"Sell?"

"Who will they be sold to?"

"Sell it to those discerning people who can't even get through the door today?"

"Or should we sell to those who were here a moment ago but have already left?"

Cass shrugged and didn't reply.

Another legendary mage stepped forward, frowning as he asked.

"So what do we do now?"

"There are still two final exhibits that haven't been unveiled yet."

The old curator turned around, glanced at the two display cases still covered with red cloth, and sighed.

"Send them all back."