Meanwhile, back in Drakkur, located inside the black citadel. Verena sat upon her mother's seat, with Petra at her side welcoming various guests. Two were merchants who set up their main workshops in Wolfsheim in the Phoenix territory.
Many nobles sensed the winds of change and became eager to congratulate Verena and position themselves to reap the benefits of this new era.
"It's amazing how you've escaped the fate of a shadow, Lady Verena!"
An enthusiastic male with short blonde hair and green eyes almost shouted, his hand reaching to grasp hers, only for Petra to block his attempt skillfully.
"The position is temporary and only thanks to my mother's grace."
Verena smiled and denied it with a completely changed atmosphere from the previous flirtatious mannerisms. She became quiet and refined with her long crimson hair and resembled her mother deeply. The handsome young man in front of her had no chance with her, not unless he could get close to Petra.
