"Red Olive Poetry Society..."
Mira followed Anos to the society's gathering place, which was a mansion within the academy.
Anos extended her right hand and knocked on the door three times—thud, thud, thud.
Moments later, the door opened from inside, and a drowsy-eyed woman poked her head out.
"I was wondering who would bother me this early in the morning, but it turns out to be Your Highness."
The woman yawned and then opened the door wider, lazily curtseying in a casual manner.
Mira looked inside and saw a set of couches arranged for receiving guests, complete with woolen backrests and cushioned seats. A round table stood between them, adorned with fine red and blue tapestries from Ajia Land.
