Aurelia lounged on her ornate throne, her body slouched to the side in that careless manner that made her advisors constantly frown. She adjusted her posture only slightly when she noticed the many officials and magicians in the room, all of whom were staring at her, clearly awaiting her lead. With her elbow propped up, she rested her chin on her palm, her piercing eyes locked onto the man kneeling before her—Draven, the ever-imposing figure of Magic Tower University.
"It's fancy to meet you again, Draven," she said, her voice dripping with lazy sarcasm. "I heard you've already completed the investigation of the demonic appearance at the royal banquet."
