A woman stepped in gracefully, dressed in a wine-red dress with a high slit. She exuded elegance and beauty.

"How dare you trespass in the Martial Alliance?"

"'Trespass'?" the woman replied with a hint of displeasure. "The guards didn't even detect my presence. How could it be trespassing?"

Everyone in the room—except Titus—looked visibly shaken. This was the headquarters of the Martial Alliance, and yet someone had managed to slip in undetected. It was a huge embarrassment.

Samuel pointed