"Now stop wasting my time and start practicing Spirit Magic." Faluel said.
"Am- Am I really this good?" Tears veiled Friya's eyes as she couldn't decide whether to cry or jump in joy.
"First, being so happy right after someone died is bad manners, child. Show some respect to your colleagues." The Hydra stared at her coldly. "Second, I own your ass for the next 100 years. If by then I don't trust you, I will not hesitate to put you down.
"Third, you'd better get to work. You're still a liability, I just gave you the means to defend yourself. Whoever killed Lark, might target you the next since it would mean striking at the Ernas and me at the same time."
***
One month later.
The death of Count Lark caused a delay in the Royal Gala. Security had to be strengthened and the investigation required the help of many important figures in the Kingdom, leaving them no time for parties.
