Archer was looking at a city built from black stone, lit up by mana lanturns hanging everywhere. When Meredith saw this, her eyes widened in surprise as she muttered. ''This place looks like a dark mage's haven.''
''It does, doesn't it?'' Malakia added. ''I can feel the mana seeping off every building.''
''Makes sense, I did let them live if they agreed to pay taxes, aid the empire, and stop the slave trade, which was the hardest thing to bargain,'' he revealed. ''It's the reason their dark magic is still here.''
The two women nodded in understanding as the maid responded. ''Makes sense, but do they help Draconia?''
Archer chuckled at her words. ''Yes, they do, in fact, it's their magic that keeps Necromancers and bad guys out of our borders.''
''Aren't Morena and Demacia Necros?'' the lioness spoke up, looking confused.
''They're mine,'' he replied with a grin. ''Plus, they use their powers to help Draconia.''
''The Death Army?'' the blonde teased.
