“Quite bitchy, don’t you think?” Ymir said with a chuckle but Eliza shook her head. They were watching a street fight between two women, something you didn’t saw a lot but they seemed manlier than most men Eliza had met so far so people were enjoying it. It seemed that no one cared much about them trying to rip each other’s heads off and to be honest, neither did Eliza. She had only arrived in Reim a few days ago and wasted her time on sight seeing. The Reim Empire was golden, warm and beautiful, but not as much as her homeland Heliohapt. Eliza clearly did enjoy her stay in Reim and she hoped to meet some people to learn a little bit more about the culture. “I wonder if Reim has many Magicans.” She thought to herself so that only her alter ego – Ymir – could hear it. “Whatever. You will see it, but don’t you dare face them alone. Don’t interfere in things that are none of your business and be safe.” Eliza sighed and stroke a strand of her silverish hair out of her face. “Guess you're right.” The young Sorceress turned around and headed towards the center of the city. She was wearing a typical Zou attire, a short black dress with golden ornaments that went well with her black/golden eyepatch. It was a gift of her parents and one of her faovurite dresses. Eliza was carrying her staff Archenemy in her right hand and a small golden bag over her left shoulder. She moved towards the center of the city where the palace of the King of Reim was located up. Eliza looked up to it and frowned a bit. “I wonder what kind of King he is.” She thought to herself and Ymir giggled something in the back of her head. “Certainly not a good one. No Leader or King is good. Mankind should know that by now. Yet they always have one. Because humans are weak and stupid and don’t know any better than following someone’s orders.” Eliza sighed and shook her head after hearing the hostile words of her alter ego. “Whatever.” She whispered to herself and sat down at a nearby restaurant where she ordered some juice to drink.