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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 181: Inspection (1)

Chapter 181: Inspection (1)

It‍⁠ did not take‌​​ long for the‍‍ imperial inspection delegation‍‌ to be organized.‍​

Among‍‌ the noble bureaucrats⁠‌ of the Gremport​​‍ Palace, the construction‍‌ of the Ravenclaw‍‌⁠ Academy was already‌‌ considered approved, so‌‍‍ the emperor’s direct‌ visit to inspect‍‌ the academic facilities‌ was nothing more‌​‌ than a procedural‌ formality.

Emperor‌ Gattrel, whose golden​ age lay far‍ behind him and‍​ who was now‌⁠ completely consumed by‍‌‌ old age, no‌‍ longer exercised any‌​ real influence over‌ affairs of state.⁠​​

Day‍ after day, he⁠​​ barely managed to​ endure his fragile‍ body while clinging‍ solely to memories‌ of the empire’s⁠​ glorious past that⁠ he himself had‍ built.

The‌ political tension was​‌⁠ clearly divided into⁠‌ three factions the‍⁠‌ imperial faction led‍ by Princess Roselin;‍​ the noble faction‌ headed by President​⁠​ Damon and the⁠ aristocratic bureaucrats; and‌‌ the purely magical​⁠‍ faction commanded by​‍‍ the archmage Kohella,​‌⁠ chief magical adviser.‍‍

In⁠⁠‌ a situation where‌​ the imperial succession‍‌ was already practically⁠‍‌ decided in Princess⁠‍‍ Roselin’s favor, countless‍‍ figures crowded around⁠‍‍ the throne, trying‍‌​ to claw out⁠​ even a little‌‌ more power.

“What⁠‌‍ use is crushing‍‍‍ rivals and relatives​ to obtain imperial⁠‍‍ authority, if at‍⁠ this rate I’ll‌​ end up becoming​‌ nothing more than⁠​ a puppet empress?”⁠​⁠

Roselin,‍ sitting in the‌​‌ carriage with her‌ chin resting on‍ her hand, pressed‌​​ her brow hard.​‍​

The⁠‍ first prince, Bulris,​⁠​ and the second​⁠⁠ princess, Lavender, who⁠‌⁠ in the past⁠ had competed for⁠ the throne, had‌ already yielded before​‍‌ Roselin’s overwhelming momentum.‌⁠​

To‌⁠‌ face vipers like​​‍ the noble faction‌ or the magical‌​ faction and maintain​ even a minimum​ balance, there was‍ no one more​‌ suitable than her—firm,⁠ dominant, and unwavering.‍‌

Bulris​‍⁠ was nothing more⁠‍⁠ than a scholar⁠ absorbed in his​​‌ studies, and Lavender⁠‍‌ a delicate, gentle,​‍ and pure flower.‍​

If​ one member of‌ the imperial family​ had to appear​ elegant and majestic,⁠ then another had‍‌ to walk through‍‌‌ mud and fields‍​ of thorns to​ uphold that power.⁠‌‍

And‌‌⁠ no one in⁠‌​ the imperial family⁠⁠ denied that Roselin‌ was the right‍⁠‍ person.

“I​​‌ need talent. Someone‌‍ who won’t be‍⁠​ seduced by vipers⁠⁠ like Kohella, who‌​ has some command⁠⁠ of magic, but‌‍ doesn’t see it‍⁠‍ as an absolute⁠​⁠ privilege…”

People‌ like that were‌ rare.

Melverot‍‍⁠ would have been⁠⁠ ideal, but he‌‌ did not trust⁠ her.

No‌ matter how much‌​ she provoked him,‍ he always responded​ with exasperating indifference.‌‌

Roselin⁠ openly despised the‍ aristocratic bureaucrats, calling‌ them obese pigs,‌⁠​ but she knew‍‌‌ well that corruption‍ was not absent‍ even within the‍ imperial faction.

Power⁠⁠ and rot always​ went hand in​ hand; what mattered‍ was who held⁠⁠ the balance.

That‌‍⁠ was why she‍ desired someone like⁠​ Melverot.

But‌‍ Melverot was like⁠‍ a proud wolf.​

He‍⁠ never submitted to‌⁠ anyone.

He‌⁠ simply protected his‌‌ northern territory and⁠‌‍ lived by his‍‌‍ own rules.

Even‌‌ his role as⁠⁠ the Sword of⁠ the Empire was‍ nothing more than​‍‌ the fulfillment of‌⁠‌ an old promise‌‍ made after the⁠⁠‌ end of the‍‌ Great War.

To⁠ make matters worse,‍​ lately he seemed‍‌ to be dominated​ by his daughter,⁠ Siern.

Under‍ the pretext of⁠​⁠ her education, he‍‍⁠ had taken Dereck‍ Lydorf, Baron of‍⁠‍ Ravenclaw, under his⁠ protection, granted him​‍⁠ authority without restraint,‍‌ and even turned‌‌ a blind eye‌​‍ to the construction​ of an academy.​‌

Melverot​⁠ might value Dereck‍⁠ highly, but it⁠​⁠ was impossible that‍⁠⁠ Siern’s will had​​‌ not influenced that‍​ decision.

“Dereck⁠​ Lydorf, Baron of‌​⁠ Ravenclaw…”

Roselin​ gazed silently out​​​ the carriage window.‍⁠

The⁠ Gremport Palace, considered⁠⁠​ the greatest architectural‌​ work created by‍‌‍ humanity, rose with‍​‌ overwhelming magnificence.

Its⁠‍​ size was such​​‍ that even by⁠⁠ carriage it took‌‌ a long time​ to cross its⁠​​ grounds.

Whoever⁠ managed to control​⁠⁠ that palace would‌‍⁠ hold absolute control‍​ of the board.​

Damon​ of the noble⁠ faction, and Kohella‍ of the magical‌ faction.

Thinking​​‍ of those two​ thorns embedded in‌‍ her side, Roselin⁠​ sank back into⁠⁠‌ her thoughts.

She​ needed a weapon.‍‍

A perfectly sharpened blade,​‌‌ capable of confronting‌‍‌ both the most⁠‍‍ brilliant official and⁠​ the most powerful‍‌⁠ archmage.

“It‌⁠ seems the carriage​ will depart soon,‌​‌ Princess Roselin.”

“…”‌

While‍⁠ she was lost⁠⁠ in thought, someone​‍ opened the carriage‍‍ door and entered.⁠

There​ were not many‍‌ people with permission‍⁠‍ to do such⁠⁠ a thing.

As⁠‍ if summoned by​‍​ her thoughts, the‌‍ elderly archmage Kohella⁠ appeared.

“The‌⁠ chief magical adviser‌⁠⁠ Kohella showing such‌‌‍ concern for me‍ almost makes me‍​‍ feel uncomfortable.”

“There‍‍ is no need​​ to be on‍⁠ guard, Princess Roselin.‌ We share the​⁠ same objective, do⁠‍ we not?”

As‍⁠‍ Roselin frowned, Kohella‍ smiled gently and⁠ sat down across⁠‍ from her, taking‍ out an enormous⁠‌‌ grimoire.

“It‌ has taken quite‍‌⁠ some time. This⁠⁠‌ is the result​‌ of my personal​‌ work—an ancient labyrinth⁠⁠‍ grimoire forged through⁠ transformation magic. Its⁠‍​ name is The​ Book of Longing.‌ I aspired to‍ create something comparable‍ to a six-star‍ artifact, but despite‌​ all my efforts,‍‍​ I was only⁠⁠ able to complete‌ it at the‍⁠ five-star level.”

“So⁠ even a six-star‍​⁠ mage cannot always‍⁠‍ create six-star artifacts?”​

“Of⁠‍ course not. Preparation,⁠ time, and many‍​ variables are required.”‍

Officially,‌‌​ Kohella had created‍‍​ only three six-star​⁠​ magical artifacts.

One‍‌ of them had​⁠ been offered to⁠​ Emperor Gattrel—the magical‍‌ weapon known as‍ ‘The Light of‍ the Empire,’ an‌⁠‌ enormous catalyst capable‌​‌ of projecting magical​ influence to any‍ point on the​ continent.

Although‌ the emperor could​​‌ no longer wield​‍‌ power of such‌ magnitude, its symbolic‌​ value as the‍ ‘emperor’s magical weapon’‌​ was incalculable.

Kohella‍​‌ placed the book,⁠ as large as‌‍‌ a child’s torso,‍‍ in front of‍​​ Roselin and smiled.⁠⁠

“If‍ the six-star mage⁠​ of the illusion⁠‌​ school truly exists,‍​ this book will‍​ allow us to‍‌‌ find them.”

“What‌ kind of magical‌ effect does it⁠‌ contain exactly?”

“Would‍‌⁠ you not like‍​⁠ to see for‌ yourself?”

Roselin‍ slowly turned the‍​‌ pages of the‍ massive book with‍‍‍ a wary expression.​⁠

Each​⁠ rune overflowed with⁠​ overwhelming meticulousness.

Without‍‌ a doubt, it‌​ was the work‌⁠ of the greatest‍ transformation mage on⁠ the continent.

But​‍⁠ the more she⁠ understood its contents,‍​‍ the more her​⁠ expression hardened.

“With‌ what intention did‌ you create something‍ like this? My⁠‌​ constitution protects me,⁠ but even so…”⁠‌​

“It⁠⁠ is a necessary‌ sacrifice. If that‍‌ mage exists, there⁠​ is no other​‌‍ way to find‌‌ them.”

Roselin⁠​‍ closed the book‌‍‍ with a serious‍​‍ expression.

Under‌ the pretext of‍​‌ an academic inspection,⁠⁠ Kohella’s true intention‍ was laid bare.​

“The⁠‌‌ six-star mage of⁠​ the illusion school⁠ you mentioned. If‍⁠​ they truly exist,​ we will find‍ them during this​ inspection of the‌⁠‍ Ravenclaw Academy.”

The⁠‌ old woman’s sinister⁠⁠ smile sent a slight chill through‍ her, but Roselin‌​⁠ concealed any trace​ of fear.

Every​ elder in the⁠ Gremport Palace was‌‌ a venomous serpent.‌‍

Feeling‌​‍ uneasy now would‌⁠ change nothing.

She​‌‌ did not know‍‍‍ exactly what Kohella⁠ was planning, but​ her determination was⁠‌‍ obvious.

At​⁠ the very least,‍ one thing was​ clear this inspection‍ would not end⁠‍ peacefully.

One‌ way or another,⁠ an incident would⁠‌‌ occur.

She‍ only hoped it​​ would not end⁠​⁠ in a bloodbath.‌⁠‌

***‍

“It‍ seems that tomorrow​ the imperial inspection‍‌⁠ delegation will arrive‍ in the Ravenclaw​ territory. Since Emperor‍‌ Gattrel will be‌ coming in person,​‍‌ it is a matter of the​⁠‌ utmost importance, so‌ it appears that‌‌⁠ all members of‍ the academy will‌⁠ also have to⁠​ attend.”

“I’ve‌ already heard the​ news.”

After​ finishing the academic⁠‍​ meeting in Elfontaine‍‍⁠ Hall and heading‌ toward the noble​‍ district of Ebelstein,⁠ Ellen proposed having‌‍‍ a cup of⁠‌⁠ tea with the​ young noble ladies‍⁠​ of the Ravenclaw⁠⁠‍ Academy.

Considering‍ that she occupied‌‌⁠ the second position⁠ in the school’s‍‌​ hierarchy and was,‌‍ in practice, the​‍‌ mistress of the‌ Belmierd house, refusing‍ her invitation was‍⁠ practically impossible.

For‌​​ that reason, as⁠⁠‍ soon as the‍ gathering in the‍‌​ hall ended, they⁠ all assembled at​‌ a tea house​‍ beside the fountain‍⁠⁠ in the central‍ square.

Diella,⁠ Ellen, Denise, Siern,‌‌‍ and Trisha.

Counting⁠‍ only the servants⁠⁠‌ who accompanied them,​‍​ the number easily⁠⁠‌ exceeded thirty.

It‌‍ was inevitable that⁠⁠ the gazes of‌​‌ passersby would focus​‌⁠ on them.

The‌ place where the​​ disciples of the‌ Ravenclaw Academy gathered⁠‍ emanated an authority‍‍‌ impossible to describe‌ in words.

Each‍‍​ of them was​ a figure of‌ power within a renowned noble family.‌​​

“The‌ Duplain house has‍‍‌ already completed the​‍ preparations for the​​ banquet, the venue,​ and the reception.‌ All events will‌⁠⁠ take place on‍‍​ the academy grounds,‍⁠ within the Duplain‌‌ duchy.”

The⁠‍‍ one speaking from⁠⁠ the center of⁠​​ the group was⁠ Diella, first in‌ the academy’s hierarchy.​

“Belmierd⁠⁠⁠ will also send⁠​ support staff. If‌‍​ the inspection is​ imperial, not the‌‍ slightest mistake will‍ be tolerated.”

The‌ red-haired noblewoman with‍⁠ her arms crossed‌‌​ was Ellen, second​ in the hierarchy.‍

“From​ Beltus, I must‍ apologize. The internal⁠​‌ situation has not⁠ yet fully stabilized.‌​ Even so, I will attend personally,​‌‍ so there should‍‌⁠ be no issues⁠‍‌ with protocol.”

With​‍ her silver hair​ falling elegantly and‌ an air of⁠ natural nobility, Denise​ spoke, third in​ the hierarchy.

“…Understood.”⁠⁠

The‌‍​ one with the‍ highest magical level,‍⁠‌ backed by no‍​ less than two⁠ six-star mages and⁠ with an aura‍⁠ tinged with blood⁠‌‍ deep within her‌‍‍ being, was Siern,​‌ fourth in the⁠ hierarchy.

‘A-and‍‍ I too… am‌ a legitimate member⁠‌ of this group…‍⁠​ hehe…’

And⁠ lastly, the simple‍ noble Trisha.

Since‌⁠ Emperor Gattrel himself‌ would be visiting‌‍‍ the Ravenclaw Academy,⁠⁠ it was necessary​‍​ to carefully coordinate‍‍‌ what each of⁠⁠‌ them would say‌ and do.

On⁠‍ the day of‌‌ the inspection, there‌ would be multiple​‍ welcoming events, a luncheon, and a banquet in the‍⁠‍ academy’s main hall.​⁠‌

Then,‍⁠ after a formal​ inspection and some⁠​ ceremonial exchanges of⁠‌ words, it would⁠⁠ normally all conclude‌​‍ without incident.

The⁠ Ravenclaw Academy had‌ been founded under‌ the leadership of‌ the Baron of‍ Ravenclaw’s house, and​ it went without‍‍‌ saying that the‍ young noble ladies​ of the Ravenclaw‍ Academy would be‌‌​ the visible face‌‍‍ of the institution.​

A single mistake would​​​ be enough to‍​​ tarnish its name,​‍ so it was‌ natural to feel‌ a certain tension.​

Even​‍ so, the atmosphere​ was light.

Each‌ of them was⁠‍ accustomed to representing​⁠‍ their family’s prestige​‍‍ at major events.‌‍‌

Diella‌⁠⁠ was more concerned‌ about which dress‍‌‍ to wear, Ellen​⁠ showed no signs⁠​ of nervousness, and‌ neither Denise nor​ Siern seemed affected‍‌‌ in the slightest.‍

The‍​​ only exception was​ Trisha, who was​⁠​ breaking out in‍ a cold sweat‌‍⁠ without realizing it.‌‍

‘Hehe…​‌ attending the inspection⁠​⁠ of the Ravenclaw⁠​​ Academy directly… how​⁠ interesting… how fun…’⁠‍

Although‌‍​ her inner monologue‍​‌ sounded carefree, her‌‌⁠ hands were visibly⁠ trembling.

After‍‌‍ being mercilessly beaten‍‍ by Siern and​‍‌ receiving ample emotional‌⁠⁠ consolation from Ellen,‌ Trisha now clearly​‍ understood the difference‍‌‍ in authority between‌​‌ them.

Even​​‌ so, lowering her​​‌ head and cowering​ did not suit⁠‌ her.

She‍ straightened her neck,​‍⁠ wiped away the‍ sweat with a forcedly relaxed expression,​​ and thought.

‘Me,‌ nervous? Me? The⁠​ jewel of the‍‍‌ Renouel house, Trisha?’‌​

She,⁠ who danced without⁠‌‌ the slightest hesitation​⁠⁠ at social events⁠⁠ in Renouel County⁠⁠⁠ and displayed her⁠‍⁠ beauty with pride,‍​ could not allow‌‍​ herself to tremble‍⁠ now.

With⁠‍ a theatrical gesture,‍‍​ she unfurled her‍ feather fan and​⁠‌ let out an‌⁠ exaggerated laugh.

“…?”‌

“…?”​⁠‌

Noticing‌‍ the puzzled looks‍‍​ of the others,‍ Trisha realized she​⁠‌ had overdone it‌ and shrank back‍​‌ slightly.

***​⁠

‘My‌ stomach hurts…’

After‌‌‌ finishing the brief‍‌‌ tea gathering among​ disciples and stepping⁠ out into the‌ street with her⁠⁠ servants, Trisha’s face⁠‌⁠ was completely drawn.‌​​

She⁠ had thought that‍ simply showing up‍ and making an‍‍ appearance would be⁠ enough, but she‍‍‌ had never imagined‍‍​ that all the​​‌ academy’s disciples would⁠‍ go out together‍‌ to receive the‍ imperial delegation.

Even‌​‍ if they belonged​ to the same⁠‍‌ group, when gathered​​⁠ in one place,⁠‍⁠ comparisons were inevitable.​

Her⁠‍ motto of “never‍​ cower” felt ridiculous‌‍ when her counterparts‌‍​ were Diella, Ellen,​⁠ Denise, and Siern.‍​

The‌⁠‍ servants accompanying her‍⁠ watched her with​ concern.

‘Ugh…’‌⁠‍

Trisha⁠‍ shook her head⁠​⁠ forcefully and straightened​ her back again.⁠⁠

Beside‌‍⁠ the central fountain​⁠ of the noble⁠ district, in that‌​ luxurious and peaceful⁠ setting, she took​​ a deep breath​ while watching the‍‌ water rise and‍‍ fall.

‘With⁠‌‌ my appearance, my⁠ bearing, and my‌⁠⁠ elegance, I have‍‍‌ no reason to⁠​ cower. That’s right!’⁠‌⁠

Nothing⁠⁠ in life is​ solved by shrinking⁠ back. With enough‌‌ confidence, even the​‍‌ impossible can become​⁠⁠ possible.

Just‍‌ as her familiar⁠‍ arrogance was about​⁠‌ to resurface, a voice stopped her.‌​

“It‌‌‌ seems you have‍ many worries… Lady⁠⁠⁠ Trisha.”

“Kyaaah!”⁠‍⁠

Hearing​⁠ that familiar voice,‍⁠‍ she jumped in⁠​​ surprise.

Seated⁠‍​ beside the fountain​‍ was a familiar‍ figure.

Neat,‍ beautiful hair, a reddish semi-tunic draped​ over her shoulders,⁠⁠ and beneath it,‍‌ an elegant dress‌⁠ just barely visible.‌‌

Aiselin.‍‍

The‌⁠​ very young noblewoman​‍ who should have‌ been extremely busy‍ preparing the imperial⁠‌ welcome banquet was‍ sitting there, staring‌⁠‌ vacantly, in the‌​ noble district of‍ Ebelstein.

“A-Aiselin…‌⁠ Lady Aiselin?”

“It’s⁠‌‍ been some time…‍​ you are still‌‌ very beautiful.”

“Ah,​ no… b-but… why‍‌ is Lady Aiselin​⁠ here…?”

“Vacation…⁠ forced vacation… so⁠⁠‌ I’m wandering aimlessly…”‍⁠​

“…Forced?”⁠‍

Although⁠‌​ Aiselin had said‌‌ that Trisha seemed⁠ worried, to Trisha’s​ eyes, Aiselin looked‌⁠ even more exhausted⁠‌⁠ and distressed.

“It⁠​⁠ seems that… I worked too much…​ and the servants​ are exhausted…”

“…Eh?‍‌ What do you‍ mean? Isn’t working⁠​​ a lot… a good thing?”

Aiselin’s⁠⁠ eyes immediately lit⁠‍ up.

“R-right?‌‍ Working hard isn’t‍⁠​ a bad thing,‌‌​ is it?”

“W-well…⁠‌ yes…”

Hearing⁠‌ that answer, Aiselin⁠‍‌ smiled, as if⁠‌‌ she had regained‌‌ a bit of​ energy.

“Exactly.⁠‍ One must work⁠⁠‍ hard. Human life​⁠‌ is finite, so‍‍ we must not‍ take lightly each⁠ day we live.”​​‍

“Y-yes…”‍

“Sir‍⁠‌ Dereck told me⁠ to please do‍⁠‍ nothing and rest,‍ but I think‌​⁠ I should still​‍​ occupy myself with‍⁠ something. By the​ way, Lady Trisha,⁠‌ you also seemed‍ worried. I assume⁠⁠ it’s because of⁠​ the imperial inspection,​⁠‌ right?”

“Eh?⁠‍ Y-yes… something like​‍ that…”

“Would​⁠ you like me​​ to help you?”‍

“…Eh?”​

Aiselin⁠ Eleanor Duplain.

A model of Ebelstein’s‌‌‍ noble society and‌‌‍ an extraordinary figure‌⁠ who had single-handedly​ raised House Duplain.⁠

Who⁠‌ would refuse her⁠⁠ direct help?

In​⁠ Ebelstein’s high society,‍‍ there were countless​​ people who would‍ line up just‍​‍ to exchange a word with her.‍‌​

But‍​‌ Trisha did not⁠⁠⁠ know.

The‍​‌ elegant Aiselin who⁠‌ walked like a living painting through‌​⁠ the salons was‍‍ only a small​​ part of what‍‌​ she truly was.​‌⁠

Aiselin‌​‌ Eleanor Duplain was‌ a talent that,‍‌ if not handled​‌‌ properly, could end⁠‍⁠ up destroying her​‍‍ own owner.

A poisoned cup.

A cursed sword.

Without‌ knowing it, Trisha‌ nodded happily, thinking‍‌ that luck had‌⁠​ fallen from the⁠‍⁠ sky.

Thus‍⁠⁠ began the greatest‍ catastrophe in the​ history of House⁠ Renouel.

***​⁠‍

[I’ll‌‍​ be leaving home⁠ to reconnect with​‍ myself. I’ll be‌ back in a week.]

“…”‍

She‍​‍ had taken a vacation and run​ away from home.⁠‌

Dereck⁠​⁠ let out a deep sigh as‌ he read the‌‍⁠ note that had‌‌‍ been left in​ Aiselin’s room.

A servant had found‌ it that morning​‍‍ and brought it​ to his office.‍‌

“I‌‌⁠ was planning to​‌​ make her return‍‍ to work starting⁠ tomorrow…”

As‍‍ he muttered that,‌ the faces of‍‌⁠ the head maid‌‌ Elpin and the​ other maids immediately​ turned pale.

Over‍‍ the past week,​​ with Dereck personally‍⁠​ managing the mansion,​‍‍ it had been‌ paradise for the‍ servants.

After‍‌ enjoying a hot⁠‌‌ bath, cold water‍⁠ feels even harsher.⁠

Just‍⁠ from the normal,⁠ human way Dereck‌‍ managed them, the​‌ servants had developed‍ a special loyalty‍⁠ they would be‌‌⁠ unlikely to feel‌ again.

But⁠​‌ spring always ends.​‌

And⁠‍​ Dereck could not‌‌ afford to leave​‍⁠ a talent like​​ Aiselin doing nothing.​

Her‌‍⁠ working capacity surpassed‌​ even that of​‌‍ veteran officials.

“Well,‌⁠ another week of‌ rest won’t hurt.⁠ She’s worked too⁠​‌ hard.”

When‌‌ someone works well,‍‍ even if they‍⁠‌ stray a little,​‍ superiors usually understand.⁠

In‍⁠​ Aiselin’s case, even‌⁠​ one or two‍‍ months would not‍ have been a problem for Dereck.​​⁠

She⁠​ had earned it.‍​

Aiselin⁠ was already a mature two-star mage,‍‍ with prospects of‍‌ soon reaching three‌‌‍ stars.

She‍‍ was unlikely to‍ run into danger,‍​​ and taking a break from her‌​ routine would undoubtedly‍ do her good.​

With‍ that thought, Dereck​​⁠ carefully folded the⁠ note and put‍ it away in⁠‍ a drawer.

“Anything⁠ else to report?”​​

“…A‌‍ letter has arrived⁠ from the imperial⁠ palace.”

Dereck‍ nodded and took​‍ the ornamented envelope‍‌‍ that Delbriton handed‍⁠ him.

Upon‌‌ seeing the sender’s‍⁠ name, he frowned.​‌​

Kohella,‍‍‍ chief magical adviser.‍⁠

She‍‍‌ herself had sent​ him a letter.⁠⁠​

‘She’s⁠⁠⁠ plotting something.’

With‌ his chin resting‌⁠ on his hand,⁠‍​ Dereck narrowed his‍ eyes.

He​ had a feeling⁠‌ that this imperial​‍‌ inspection would not‍ pass quietly.

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