The North wasn't perfect. Then again, no place ever was.
But with the way things were steadily turning for the better, the bordering nations had begun keeping a wary, watchful eye on the Archduke.
The security had become much stricter than when Xion had entered with his small group.
One of the most notable changes was the newly opened school, established under the guidance of the North's second lord, Darius Rael Darkhelm's beloved husband.
There was also a new healing house that treated even commoners, earning the two lords overwhelming adoration from the people.
That goodwill was strong enough to smother even the faint rumours that the divine healer had committed terrible deeds at the Archduke's command, and now he was being punished by the heavens.
The first time Darius had heard such nonsense, he'd laughed outright. Still, it made one thing perfectly clear to him.
Everyone saw Xion as an angel. Someone who could do no wrong.
