"Let me introduce myself to you, Emery Ambrose." the young girl said with an elegant bow. "I am Annara Vairmont, the twelfth and youngest disciple of Grand Magus Zenonia."
As Emery thought, this young girl with long, straight molten red hair was in fact Grand Magus Zenonia's direct disciple. She was one of the selected few who managed to be chosen by the grand magus as a disciple last year.
Emery remembered her first impression as a young, friendly acolyte when they first met. It's been three years since then and the young girl had certainly grown well, in certain aspects.
Annara walked around Emery while staring daggers at him from top to bottom. Her gaze was invasive, as if it wanted to lay bare what was hidden within. Her gesture showed that she still maintained her arrogance, but her touch was all over his body as she circled around.
