"LADY NYSTROM, you planned all of this, didn't you?"
"We've done nothing but talk for the past five years," Tilly said firmly. "I thought it was the time to finally make a move."
Right now, she and Solaris were in the prayer room of her brother Wixx.
They stood opposite each other while a cauldron with a giant red flame stood between them.
"Solaris, I'd like to apologize for by-passing your authority as the Fire Archmage," she said, then she bowed to him. "I will take responsibility for everything."
"Supreme, please don't bow to me."
When she raised her head to look at him, she didn't see an ounce of anger or bitterness on his face. "Aren't you going to scold me?"
