“W…why do I o act like that… in front of people?!” Landevale protested.
Gahad sighed. “This is how Her Majesty acts. You o be more fident, more otherworldly, more elegant, as if it’s your middle name. Not only that… a bit more pyful, and nothing in your eyes but what you care about... Me.”
“H-how I… uuugh…!” Landevale couldn’t hold back her embarrassment.
“Barge in at the most inveime. Be the star of the show and steal it whenever necessary. That’s how she is. And I just o begrudgingly let you, sigh, and sometimes tain you with embrad sharp sarcasm,” Gahad said. “…Or a kiss.”
Landevale slumped on the office sofa, hiding her face behind her hands. “Stop… remindihat I o kiss you eventually…! We've survived without kissing for days now…”
Gahad actually ehis.
“Hmm… should I just let you be embarrassed and tease you all the time? Maybe it’s more believable if we're not actually ag…”
“Gahad!”
***
Yvain strolled bato the buffet area, his demeanor calm but with a hint of unease evident on his face.
Despite the ret otion, he mao fsh a reassuring smile at the ed guests, chatting amiably with them as he assured everyohat his mother was doing fine.
Bir, Matthew, and A close to him, their brows furrowed in wo how he could maintain suposure and speak so smoothly in the midst of the chaos. They exged gnces, silently marveling at Yvain's ability to hahe situation with such grad fidence.
One of the nobles couldn't help but notice how the four friends stuck together like glue, already establishing themselves as a group of gifted individuals.
He leaned in and whispered to his panions, "That's Matthearadscha from a ral giant power in Inkia. An Mossflower is with the Prime Minister's fa, and the girl is the First Prince's beloved sister."
Curious, another noble asked, "So, where does the Sator Mert Group's allegiance lie?"
The first noble chuckled knowingly. "They are merts, my friend. You think they 't be swayed with a bit of ?"
"They're too big to be bought. Did you see Monsieur Sator and his Madam earlier? They seemed like dangerous people."
"I suppose you're right. You 't get that rich without tricks and bodies in your backyard..."
“But hanging around with these clearly fa coded individuals is…”
“Right?”
Meanwhile, Nahwu left the buffet, graspiemples and massaging them with her fingers. It had been a while since she could go home a her sister.
She felt a twinge of relief that Emperor Burn had decided to postpohe war with Inkia due to his new wife's illness. Thanks to that, the academy’s entraest could be held successfully.
But well, she couldn’t go home these days because of it too.
It was a surprise to many that the Emperor even had a wife, but rumors suggested she became ill after an assassination attempt, rumored to be from Inkia. Was it just an excuse to wage war on Inkia, or had the attempt truly caused the illness?
While assassination was a drastic measure, Nahwu reasohat if it prevented a erhaps it was justifiable. After all, the tyrannical Emperor had even ed a merfolk and a uni!
But what if the assassin had targeted the wrong person, hitting the Emperor's wife instead? Despite her own doubts about the wife's character for marrying such a man, Nahwu couldn't shake the thought that perhaps the i woman suffered in the bid to stop the war.
As Nahwu's thoughts raced, she struggled to recile her flig emotions and the plex web of political intrigue unfolding before her.
She didn't want to think at all. The moment she thought and roven wrong, she felt like banging her own head and starting over, but her pride prevented her from doing so.
"Yhness! There you are," a voice called out. It was a young, beautiful woman wearing a professor's badge. "I've been trying to find you!"
"Miss Aboraahwu smiled warmly. "I haven't seen you either!"
"Oh, well, you know. Just meetings with the board of Democratic Teachers. Ah, there are new curiosity products from our Outsiders Distributors! We've checked them out. Would you like to see?" she offered eagerly.
"Yes, indeed! Well, I've been pnning to go home tomorrow. Perhaps I'll bring my sister some curious tris from various parts of the world," Nahwu respohoughtfully.
Miss Aborac said, “Please follow me.”
As they walked and chatted, seamlessly, Miss Aborac slowly added, “Ah, e to think of it, we just heard another piece of information about that tyrant emperor from the west.”
“You mean Emperor Burn?” Nahwu asked.
“Yes. We heard that not only did he eat se creatures, but he also…” Miss Aborac whispered a couple of things to Nahwu.
Nahwu stopped iracks, fell silent, and tried to process the information. “How could… someone like that bee the king, then? How could no one…”
“It’s hard for us to even prehend… and that man is going to attack our Inkia... oh, how bleak the future of eion…"
Miss Aborac smiled silently after Nahwu's expression. She subtly shifted the mood again. “Oh, Yhness, please don’t carry too much weight from these worldly matters. You and the elven unity will undoubtedly choose the right path, I am fident of that!”
“Of course we will!” Nahwu responded firmly.
“Indeed. It’s challenging to focus on politid war while we are in the process of lising the Vision Resonator for identifying talents in Vision Art,” Miss Aborac remarked.
“Talents? What do you mean? Vision is equal for everyo ot be measured by talent,” Nahwu remarked with a tilt of her head.
Miss Aborac chuckled enthusiastically. “That’s why this is such a groundbreaking innovation! The Vision Resonator, theoretically, even awaken individuals who have never delved into their soul before!”
Nahwu arched her eyebrows. “Really? I must inform my sister about this.”
Miss Aborac smiled. “It could potentially even aid a Vision user in being stronger, you know?”
“Wow…” Nahwu was left speechless. “Is something like that truly possible…?”
“Absolutely!”
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I've just fihe mythical assembly part and a fshback sequewas fun! Man, writing in story is so satisfying.
