I was sitting on the throne in the audience chamber a few days after my meeting with Marquis Sienna, staring down at the figures kneeling before me—the western nobles who had journeyed to the royal capital. At the head of the group was the marquis himself, frozen in a reverent bow. Next to me were Anis, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, Lang, Marion, and Miguel, while Navre and Gark were among the knights standing guard. Everyone’s cold gazes were fixed on the western nobles. They must have sensed the hostility, as they seemed fidgety and unsettled. “…Rise,” I called out. The nobles raised their heads. Some turned deathly pale, while others let their attention wander, unfocused. And then there were those glowering at Anis, next to me. A wide range of emotions was on display. Today, they would each be confronted with their crimes, and I would pronounce punishment. “You have been charged with the following crimes. First, disrespecting the royal family. Second, engaging in the importation and sale of illegal goods. And third, falsifying your reports to the crown. The first was committed in front of my very eyes, before several witnesses, so there is no need for further evidence. As for the importation and sale of illegal goods and your false reporting…” “D-do you actually have any proof?!” “That was just Count Leghorn letting his imagination run wild!” “We would never break Your Majesty’s laws!” One after another, the western nobles began to clamor. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Anis knitting her brow in disapproval, while I breathed an annoyed sigh. “Silence,” I ordered. “We have been investigating these irregularities for quite some time. Furthermore, we’ve received testimony from a reliable source corroborating what we’ve learned.” “What?!” “Wh-where in the world are you getting this information?! It must be a conspiracy hoping to drive a wedge between us and the crown! I doubt the reliability of this so-called testimony!” “Our information comes directly from Marquis Sienna,” I declared, sending the western nobility into an immediate stir. The marquis himself continued to kneel before me, betraying no sign of agitation. After our audience, Marquis Sienna had presented us with extensive evidence of criminal wrongdoing, information that aligned with the details we had uncovered ourselves. We had concluded there was no mistake. The marquis wished for the crimes of the western nobles, himself included, to be fairly judged. I could sense his sincerity when he said he didn’t want me to overlook his region’s corruption. Sadly, he didn’t have the strength or the influence to correct the situation in the west himself. It was for that reason he supplied us with all this evidence in the hope we would remove the poison and restore order. I didn’t particularly like it, but he hadn’t come forward with this information earlier because he had been trying to gauge my character. In any event, the important thing today was to decide what to do with the western regions in the future. “I-impossible…!” “Marquis Sienna would never—” “It’s true,” the marquis himself interrupted, and his fellow nobles turned on him like a pack of wolves. “What’s the meaning of this, Marquis Sienna?!” “It couldn’t be helped. The crown accused me of wrongdoing, and when asked if I had any evidence, I confessed everything I knew.” “Y-you traitor!” Some of the western nobles hung their heads in resignation, others glanced about as if searching for an opportunity, while yet others glared over at Marquis Sienna. They looked as though they might pounce on him at any moment. It was an ugly spectacle. Marquis Sienna, still quietly awaiting his fate, was taking this better than the rest of them. “It seems you’ve been following your own whims, secure in the belief your actions hadn’t reached the crown’s ears,” I said. “…!” “How do you intend to make recompense for your crimes?” At this question, the western nobles froze in place. None of them, however, ventured to speak up. They merely watched one another, waiting for someone else to speak, or else stared back at me pleadingly… All I could do was sigh. Anis’s expression was blank, as if her emotions had deserted her. “Euphie,” she said. “Yes? What is it, Anis?” “It seems this lot can’t bring themselves to respond. So how about I make them my own offer?” “Very well. How do you think they should be punished?” “These are serious crimes… I think they and their families should be blotted out… We could exterminate the lot of them and start over with a clean slate,” she said in no uncertain terms—in other words, she was suggesting putting them and their families to death. It was an extreme suggestion, and the western nobles spun around to face her in disbelief. The look that Anis gave them in turn was frigid, as if she were looking at trash. Perhaps realizing that she was being perfectly serious, the nobles broke into a panic. “E-exterminate us…?!” “Princess Anisphia, please, show mercy!” “Oh, so you can speak? Then why didn’t you answer Euphie’s question?” she challenged. “I—I…!” “I can only assume you’re still treating the crown with contempt. Or are you only interested in protecting your own hides?” Anis demanded. Again, the nobles fell into a commotion, albeit a quiet one. Was this the only response they were capable of? I wished they would at least pretend to be willing to mend their ways… It was Marquis Sienna who spoke up, addressing his fellow nobles in rebuke. “Princess Anisphia is right. Our crimes are so great that exterminating our bloodlines is entirely justifiable.” “Marquis Sienna! Y-you backstabbing snake!” “No way! You’re selling us out to save your own skin?!” “You fools! I’m fully aware of my shame! I don’t seek forgiveness! If Her Majesty decides my death is warranted, then I will accept my fate with grace!” the marquis admonished his fellow nobles, his commanding voice filled with unyielding vigor. The nobles trembled in fear, but a few still raised their voices in defiance. “C-coward! You’d drag us all down with you?! You’ve gone along with us for years!” “I won’t deny it. There’s nothing to be gained by saying it was never my intention. I’ve always opposed the crown’s interference in our lands, deceiving the crown ostensibly to protect our own. Others took advantage of that lack of oversight to engage in illegal activities, and they always escaped justice.” “Right! And that’s your crime, Sienna!” “…You lot can’t talk after embezzling so much from the kingdom’s defense budget!” Anis interjected with deadly pressure. The nobles were so terrified by this sudden attack that the marquis himself broke out into a cold sweat, even though he was not directly involved in the misappropriation of funds. No doubt they had never seen Anis in a rage before and had no idea how to respond. “Marquis Sienna is far from innocent, but you’re the ones who pushed him into a corner and practically forced him to join your crimes. No?” Anis demanded. “I-it isn’t like that…!” “Th-this is all just a misunderstanding…!” As Lainie pulled out a stack of papers, Anis went on. “You’ve diverted funds meant to maintain various knightly orders, involved yourselves in illegal trade, and compelled others to join in as your accomplices. You’re a cunning, ruthless lot. So long as no one exposed you, you could control the western regions like they were your own little kingdoms. If you need proof of these accusations, it’s all outlined in these documents.” That was enough to silence the nobles, leaving them hanging their heads. They understood that, faced with documented evidence, they would have no choice but to admit their guilt. Now that the hearing had reached this point, there was no turning back. “Is this the true state of affairs in the west? It’s disgusting… What do you think, Euphie?” Anis asked. “It is indeed disappointing…” “Please, forgive us, Queen Euphyllia!” “Show mercy, I beg of you!” “We’ll mend our ways! We’ll pledge our everlasting loyalty!” One after the other, the nobles begged for forgiveness. Marquis Sienna, I noticed, cast his gaze to the ground with visible disappointment. I was so stunned that I had to pause for a moment before speaking up. “Words alone are meaningless,” I said at last. “Your actions thus far have lost you the crown’s trust.” “B-but how will you defend the western border without us?!” one noble shouted, all but sending saliva flying across the room. His companions scrambled to join in. “Th-that’s right! Without us, the kingdom won’t be able to muster a proper defense! Just think how the neighboring countries might react!” “We have connections in foreign lands! It would be a detriment to the nation to throw them all away!” …Honestly, listening to their complaints was giving me a headache. Just how shallow could they be? Didn’t they have any pride as nobles? Some of those looking on, I noticed, could no longer hide their disgust. “Are we to interpret that as a threat against the crown?” Anis asked. “What?! A threat?!” “Wh-why would you twist our words like that…?!” “How am I twisting anything?” Anis continued. “You’re implying, in front of your queen, that the country would be in danger without you. How ridiculous. That’s another issue, your lack of loyalty and respect,” Anis continued. “Indeed,” I said, picking up where she had left off. “The western regions are crucial to the kingdom’s defense. The thought of leaving them in such unreliable hands is very concerning to the crown.” “I guess we have to kill the lot of them after all,” Anis said. “We can manage their territories directly for a while, but we’ll have to find some second or third sons from loyal houses who aren’t in line to inherit their own family holdings to take over. It will probably take time to train this lot’s successors, but we should be able to stabilize the region within a few years.” “That’s an encouraging thought, Anis.” Yes, speaking with her was enough to soothe my spirit, like removing a thorn from my aching heart. Once again, the western nobles were reduced to silence. When speaking to me, Anis had worn a gentle smile—but her expression as she turned back to the nobles was utterly frigid. The contrast was so sharp, she had to be trying to make them understand the precariousness of their situation. “Do you understand now?” she asked firmly. “Or do I need to make it even clearer? Removing you all from the western regions poses no problem for us. In fact, I see nothing but benefits. So why should we bother keeping you alive?” “Y-you’d really kill us all…?” “Yes,” Anis answered. “I—I’m asking Queen Euphyllia!” “Do you expect me to say anything different?” I replied. “But we’re of the same blood!” pleaded Count Leghorn, who had been shooting unpleasant glances at Anis for a while now. Yes, I hated this man. What on earth did he think he was doing, going on about blood? “Tell me, what exactly are you trying to say?” “Do we not share the blood of the same ancestors, endowed with the miraculous gift of magic?! Yes, we’ve committed grave sins! Which is why we’re saying we’ll make amends—we’ll change our ways! Why won’t you believe us?!” “Because I don’t trust you.” “B-but why not?!” “Let me ask you a question. Tell me, why should I spare you all?” “You’re the second coming of our founder! The very legend that saved the people in another age! It’s because we’ve lost sight of a true king, one we’re meant to serve, that some of us have been led astray! With a righteous leader, we would never have committed these offenses! Isn’t that right?!” “…What? Do you really want me to kill you here and now?” Anis was furious, and the aura around her was the most terrifying it had ever been. Count Leghorn let out an audible gasp as he fell to his knees. The nobles around him likewise buckled, trembling in fear as they collapsed to the ground in turn. Even the knights standing guard were affected by Anis’s fury. While they remained on their feet, their faces turned deathly pale, many of them gritting their teeth against the fear. “It’s a shame how many nobles resent the royal family because of your devotion to spirit worship,” she said. “You’ve warped your beliefs. Instead of nurturing its teachings, you use them to oppress people and divide the country. You’re completely out of step with the times.” “I’m sorry, Anis,” I answered. “It looks like we’ll need to rethink how to change people’s minds.” “This isn’t your fault, Euphie. And worshipping spirits isn’t directly to blame, either. The problem is with nobles like these, using their religion as a tool to fuel their own greed.” Glaring at the still motionless crowd, Anis breathed a heavy sigh. “The point of magicology and magical tools is to give everyone the ability to use magic, so they don’t need to rely solely on the nobility. Because when nobles are the only ones with access to magic, it causes all sorts of misunderstandings.” “M-misunderstandings…?!” one noble cried. “R-right! You must realize, Princess Anisphia, that non-noble magic users have also committed heinous acts over the years!” “Doesn’t that make restoring the rights of the nobility all the more important?!” Anis turned a cold eye to these desperate appeals. “Again, the arrogance of the nobility was ultimately what was behind those incidents, wasn’t it? You thought you could trample the common folk underfoot. Of course that caused bitterness and resentment. The ringleaders you’re referring to were the illegitimate children of nobles, cast out into the wild to fend for themselves. Am I wrong?” “…Well…” “Look at you all. You can find your voices when it suits you, but your mouths clamp shut when you’re told to explain yourselves… Are you so stupid, you don’t even realize you’re only angering us even more than you already have?” Sure enough, the nobles had no answer to this question. Anis exhaled in exasperation. “Noble or commoner, at a purely human level, you’re not worthy of anyone’s trust. No, we can’t leave the west in your hands. That is as clear as day.” “…” “But you do have one saving grace.” At this, the nobles jolted upright in anticipation. “You’re rotten to the core, but you are nobles, and you can use magic. You’re a valuable asset. We’re not just going to throw you to the wind.” “R-right…!” they cried. “We can’t forgive you. But we won’t take your lives.” At last, it was my turn to take over from Anis. “In exchange, I’m relocating you all from the west to the south,” I declared. “What?!” The nobles gaped. A range of emotions fell over them, from astonishment to fear to outright frustration. As they came to grasp their situation, a few raised cries of discontent. “T-to the south?!” “Are you crazy?! That’s as good as a death sentence!” Why were they so opposed? No doubt because the south was a highly problematic region. The Kingdom of Palettia’s southern provinces bordered the sea. The area provided rich opportunities for resource extraction, but we were still trying to work out how best to develop it. Unfortunately, hordes of monsters also inhabited those lands, and it was a considerable challenge establishing a foothold by the sea. We had already been forced to retreat numerous times over. Ultimately, while the south promised valuable resources, it was difficult to properly develop. Part of that was because we’d never had enough personnel to explore the area and settle the land. It was Lang and the others who had come up with this proposal to seize the western nobles’ territories. By doing so, the nobles could keep their lives while serving the nation. Though the kingdom’s southern reaches were largely unexplored, the potential reward to be had and the honor to be won meant there was potential to leave a lasting legacy. To the western nobles, this opportunity to redeem their honor was infinitely better than being stripped of their rights and sentenced to death. Anis had likewise realized it was a good idea, and so the nobles’ punishment had already been effectively decided—their western territories were to be seized by the crown, while they were to be granted holdings in the south to cultivate and develop. I could understand why they were cowering before me. It wasn’t wrong to say this could be a death sentence in its own right. But if they could successfully develop the land I was giving them, it certainly wasn’t impossible for them to make a comeback. It was far from a bad deal, all things considered. “Yes, the southern regions will be difficult to settle,” I continued. “But Anis has learned a great deal that will aid you, thanks to her efforts building the new magicology city.” “B-but—” “Your task is to emulate her successful example. It may take time, but it should be within your abilities to establish a foothold for continued development. Wouldn’t you agree?” “W-we’re to copy Princess Anisphia’s methods…?!” “They’ve already proven successful, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to adapt them to the environment in the south. Do you disapprove?” The nobles glanced uneasily at one another. They were clearly dissatisfied with the situation. It was unbelievable how they insisted on questioning Anis’s accomplishments and looking down on her for not being able to use spirit magic when they couldn’t achieve anything themselves. They refused to follow in her footsteps. Magic or no magic, couldn’t they see their attitudes eroded any trust? “If you insist on appealing, then you leave me with no other choice than to let Anis decide your fate,” I said. “Maybe I’ll destroy them after all, then. We don’t need rebellious lords who refuse to heed a royal command,” Anis said coolly. The nobles’ eyes widened in alarm, but Anis hadn’t finished. “You refuse to follow royal commands. You insult us. You’ve been found guilty, yet you try to escape punishment. You won’t obey even when offered the means to save yourselves. You still think you’re better than us, don’t you? There’s no other explanation.” “I-it isn’t like—” “No? You’ve been throwing a tantrum ever since you got here. Why do you keep arguing? Are you trying to challenge me directly? If that’s what you want, fine. Go home and prepare yourselves for war.” “W-war…?!” The nobles gasped, their faces turning even paler than before. “Why are you so scared? I’m just a useless, incompetent princess who can’t use magic, am I not? So I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of. Who knows, it might make you reconsider your opinion of Euphie as well.” “I would like that.” I exchanged a grin with Anis. If they so much as scratched her, I would brand them all as criminals and banish them to the south for manual labor. I didn’t think the nobles’ faces could blanch further, but they proved me wrong. I wanted to avoid a civil war, but if one was forced on me, I would respond with full force. Father-in-law may have chosen a path of nonconfrontation, but I was confident the kingdom could weather any potential conflict intact. If anything, these nobles were a hindrance to keep around. If they refused to mend their ways no matter what, then they left me with no choice but to let them go. “The kingdom’s southern reaches are challenging areas, but if you succeed in developing them, there are lucrative rewards to be found,” I pointed out. “The crown won’t want to ignore any profits that can be reaped. And there’s every possibility you could make a comeback, you know?” Anis added. “Should that happen, I’d be willing to reevaluate my assessment of you.” “Seeing the troubles you’ve all faced, the difficulties governing the western regions could hardly be clearer. We can’t let your corruption continue, but if you want to survive, we’ll give you the opportunity to do so. This is the only way to save your lives.” This was Anis’s final warning. “What I’ve given the people of this kingdom is possibility, and that includes you. Nonetheless, you must repent for your crimes. I hope you’ll reflect and change your ways. If you can’t do that, the conversation ends here. Choose wisely.” “That was certainly a bold approach.” Lang nodded in admiration at the results of the confrontation. “Essentially, it’s like sentencing them to death by exile…but it isn’t without a chance for redemption. And now that Commander Anisphia has shown what’s possible with the new magicology city, it’s reasonable to follow her example,” Miguel added, smiling happily to himself. Once I had handed down the nobles’ sentence, my advisors and I went to debrief in private. While the western nobles were left in somber silence, like attendees at a funeral, our mood was remarkably lighthearted. “I believe I was able to make the right decision thanks to the information you all compiled,” I said gratefully. “Without the option of relocating them to the south, I would have been forced to strip them of their titles and sentence them to death.” “We’re just lucky Marquis Sienna corroborated it all. Also, we knew they weren’t all corrupt, so we needed a more balanced solution,” Miguel answered. “What about Marquis Sienna? He did cooperate with the crown to shine a light on the truth, but even so…” “We won’t give him preferential treatment—not that he wanted that anyway,” Anis said. “Actually, he’s taken the initiative in agreeing to move to the south. The nobles loyal to him should join him, and I’m sure he’ll protect them as best he can.” “Hmm. Maybe he should have spoken up sooner. Then again, considering the political situation in the west, I can see why he didn’t press his luck…,” Miguel murmured. “Yes.” Anis nodded. “That’s why we had no choice but to overhaul the political landscape there. It’s going to be a headache setting it right, though…” “Rest assured, Duke Magenta has offered to assist in that regard,” Marion said. “I’d say this is a good opportunity for us to recruit and train more personnel,” Lang added. “…I should be grateful, I suppose,” I muttered under my breath. After the coup attempt that resulted in King Orphans taking the throne, my father was tasked with rebuilding the kingdom’s eastern regions, devastated by the civil war. Thanks to that, he had built a wide network of loyal nobles. It was a great relief to have his help finding individuals to take over leadership in the western regions. “It remains to be seen whether the western nobles will accept this territorial exchange,” Miguel murmured. After all, the nobles I had just addressed were merely representatives of a larger cohort. Their immediate task was to return to their holdings and inform their peers of the news, though messengers had been sent ahead to keep the region from descending into outright panic. “They have to accept it, don’t they? I mean, turning it down is basically suicide,” Gark said. “…Is there any chance of them turning against the crown?” Navre asked quietly, his eyebrows coming together in a frown. “I’d say no,” Lang answered with a shake of his head. “I highly doubt it,” Miguel added. “They’re loyal to their own interests. Even if they could survive turning against the crown, they should be able to figure out there’s no real future going down that path… At least I hope so,” Lang said as if trying to convince himself, a hint of doubt entering his voice. Hearing this, Anis broke out into a wry grin. “We’ve already made plans if they do decide to rebel.” “Lady Anis? What do you mean?” Lang asked. “What kind of plans exactly?” Miguel added. “Um… Could you explain, Euphie?” Anis prompted. “I don’t mind. First of all, the western nobles developed a sense of solidarity by knowing everyone else’s weaknesses. When the crown discovered the extent of their crimes, however, that solidarity evaporated. If they did manage to unite as one, it would be by rebelling against the crown over the land exchange.” “To be honest, now that the central and eastern nobles have joined forces, there’s no way the west can win.” Anis nodded, taking over where I left off. “Up until now, we’ve overlooked their crimes because we needed them, but now that we have the means to fill the void left by their absence, there’s no need to keep them around.” “Their options are either to give up and acquiesce or somehow try to escape. I don’t see them working together again. When not united by a common interest, the western nobles really are quite vulnerable.” “I…see?” Gark said. “Hey, Gark! You’re nodding because you follow, right?” Navre commented. “…” “Hey! Don’t look away!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the pair’s usual banter. Anis must have felt the same way, as she was wearing a wry smile. In fact, I was sure my expression was no different. “There’s another idea I want to discuss—I’d like to organize a tournament,” Anis said. “A tournament? What do you mean, Princess Anisphia?” Lang asked. “A competition where knights and adventurers can compete regardless of title or status. I’m thinking of recruiting anyone who performs well in it. I wouldn’t be surprised if other knightly orders take notice, too.” “Right! Some of the western nobles would probably rather risk joining knightly orders based in the south than be sent down there as criminals,” Gark said, clapping his hands in excitement. Anis flashed him an embarrassed smile. “We have to station new people in the western region anyway, so I thought having skilled people compete might be a good way to recruit replacements.” “Ah… So you want to invite fighters from all over the Kingdom of Palettia.” “Of course. This isn’t just about the western region. There are talented people hiding all over the central and eastern provinces, too, especially among the knights and adventurers.” “I can see how that would garner interest. If they do well, they might even be able to serve you or Queen Euphyllia directly, Commander Anisphia,” Navre said in agreement. It was a positive response all around. Yet my smile was weak. After all, this wasn’t our idea. “It was Marquis Sienna who suggested it,” Anis said. “I have mixed feelings about the man, but I have to admit, he was very proactive about trying to atone for his crimes… He’s in a complicated position, too, I suppose. The more I learn about the western regions, the more difficult they look to govern. Simply punishing the nobles won’t be enough.” “It won’t?” “No. There are relations with neighboring countries to think about, relationships with merchants, and all kinds of things. The conclusion we reached was that we need to crack down on the merchants on a large scale,” she said with a troubled look. “Power originally lay with the nobles, but it’s shifted to the merchants in a lot of ways. The nobles can’t ignore the merchants’ wishes, but if the merchants push too hard, they risk provoking a backlash. It’s a mess.” “Simply eliminating the western nobles won’t stop the merchants from trying to take over. There’s a risk that they could flee the country, or that they might try buying the loyalty of any new nobles installed in the area. In fact, the merchants are probably going to be even more of a headache than the nobles.” “I was hoping to entice the merchants with the promise of increased profits, but I don’t think we’re going to be able to do that anytime soon. Still, we can’t afford to neglect them, either, seeing that neighboring countries might start getting ideas if the chaos continues too long.” “I see… That sounds like a real challenge.” “It’s going to be tough, no doubt about it. I think the younger generation of nobles from the west is going to have a very difficult time. But that doesn’t mean I can just forgive them. Especially not that Count Leghorn.” As soon as the count’s name was mentioned, the atmosphere soured. Everyone had their own thoughts on his conduct. After all, he was born of the nobility just as they were. “I’ve heard rumors… Was it as bad as they say?” “He’s too obsessed with his faith, no better than the Ministry of the Arcane back in the old days…” “That’s a painful way to put it…” “You’ve softened up, Lang, and you weren’t even that bad in the first place. Anyway, this kind of issue has to be fixed over time. You can’t rush it when you want to reshape people’s mindsets. Forcing people into harsh environments certainly isn’t an easy way to go about it.” “I have no sympathy for them. They dug this hole themselves. They had plenty of opportunities to turn around.” That was true. When I thought about what lay ahead for them, all I could do was breathe a sigh. Once more, I felt sorry for Father-in-law. I was frankly amazed he had done so well rebuilding the country while dealing with the nobility at the same time. “But where would we hold this tournament?” Navre asked. “Our place,” Anis answered. “Huh? Our place?” “In the magicology city. We want to turn it into a trade hub anyway, and it will be a good opportunity to showcase our progress building the city with magic. And we’ve got more than enough space to set up a venue.” Navre seemed skeptical at first, but he slowly nodded in understanding. “…I suppose that’s true.” “We’ll have to build accommodations and the like. We would have needed to do that someday, so we’d just be moving the schedule forward a little. Afterward, the tournament venue can be used to test new magical tools. It makes sense to hold it there.” “…But can we get everything ready in time?” “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’m planning to take a leave of absence and to stay in the magicology city for a while,” Euphie said. “…Lady Euphyllia?” Navre’s eyes widened. “Euphie needs a change of scenery, and it’d be easier to manage the work to get ready for the tournament on-site,” Anis explained. “Plus, with her magic, construction should proceed even faster.” “Lady Euphyllia is going to be involved in construction?!” “…That would speed things along. But are you sure?” “Of course. It will be a little fun while I’m on holiday.” “‘A little fun’…?” Navre repeated, seemingly unable to believe his ears. He glanced over at Lang as if looking for support but was met only with a thin smile and a shake of the head. Lang did have a lot to say in private, but Anis and I had pushed through. “I thought it was about time to silence the naysayers,” I continued. “People underestimate me because they haven’t seen me use my abilities. I’ve tried to avoid being too forceful with them out of respect for King Orphans, but I think people see me as weak. It’s time to correct those mistaken assumptions.” “…So you’re basically gonna slap them across the face with your skills?” Gark asked. “Hey. Don’t stare at me…,” Navre muttered, glancing away. In any event, I was looking forward to staying in the magicology city. I planned to bring Lainie and Ilia with me as well, so hopefully we could all take a breather. Lainie would be able to spend a little time with her father, Baron Cyan, so she could treat it as a vacation, too.
Chapter 134
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