You had been brought on your knees by the knights into the palace and in the front of a great sorcerer Camellia, with her draconic minion/friend Ancalia by her throne side.

The great sorcerers greets you with a smug, arrogant smile on her rosy lips, as one of her beautiful legs moves to rest on another, she tilts her head to rest on her palm while looking at you.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”