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my routine had shifted entirely

e next iteration of the Ignis Core. The silence of the tower was pristine, broken only by the rhythmic

e thread remained tied to th

dvisor to the Royal Arcane Sanctuary. It was a decorative position with zero authority, invented purely to

p even the ghost

loor, tuned the frequency to the civil administration bureau of t

ving into the pinched, bespectacled face o

straightened his stiff woolen collar and inclined his head in a formal, rigid bow. "Your Ma

professional. "I am transmitting an official document to you

gnation document into th

rchment, and the identical text material

toward his receding hairline. "A formal resignation? From the Royal Sanctuary advisory board? Your Majesty, t

flat register. "Under Kingdom Statute Forty-Two, an honorary advisor may unilaterally vacate their post upon w

rly unsettled by my unyielding posture. Usually, I spok

w," I replied. "Log the document, enter it into the public

r authority in my stare. "I... yes, My Lady. I

nk y

ering the link before he

ath. With that single administrative stroke, the last official l

Drako

r lay sprawled across the long stone table. Two dragon marshals stood at my fl

tap came at

, annoyed. "

bowed low, his knees visibly trembling under the weight of my passive aura. "Forgive the interruption,

I snapped, hol

ed the parchment on the table

resignation from the Royal Arcane Sanctuary, stamped w

Aurelia's distinct

lia

th through my nose. "She resigned

d it be logged immediately under civil sta

seems determined to make her displeasure known, Sire. First she takes an unscheduled trip to

bled in my chest.

She thought that by stripping away her minor court responsibilities, I would be forced

the world of dragons functioned.

smissively. "Log the vacancy and do not bring suc

ed, taking the document and re

incident from my mind. If Aurelia wanted to play games in

et in, she would co