About three minutes later, the door was pushed open again, and Ivina, who had not been seen for a long time, came in with a man with a severed arm.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Speaker!" Ivina bowed slightly, very respectfully.
Compared to the restraint and unease of their last meeting, the girl seemed much more natural, and most importantly, the look of bewilderment in her eyes was gone.
The one-armed man also humbly bowed his head, full of nervousness. He had originally wanted to kneel, after all, sitting in front of him was the Speaker who wielded control over the entire Magic Kingdom, a position roughly equivalent to that of His Majesty or the Pope. But seeing that Ivina did not do so, he became stiff on the spot, suddenly unsure of how to act.
"Good afternoon, Ivina!" Lynn said with a smile. "It seems you have already figured things out."
