The end of Ephesande's games, the transfer of the owner of Babel, and the arrival of Flamelle cast a somewhat eerie pall over the entire imperial capital.
While the lives of the majority remained unchanged, for those extraordinary beings perched at the apex, a single misstep could see them engulfed and torn asunder by the roiling undercurrents, leaving no trace of their once lofty existence.
"Mr. Ansel," Marlina said, approaching with haste and whispering something into the ear of Ansel, who was dining.
"… Is that so?"
Ansel set down his cutlery and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Inform them that the population from the Spirity Lake Territory is sufficient, and Hydral's domain need not expand for now. As for the rest of his legacy..."
The young Hydral pondered for a moment before responding with a light chuckle, "I shall discuss this personally with Her Majesty."
