It had been two weeks since Trafalgar learned Severance Step. Only one week remained before his official departure to the academy.
Strangely enough, being away from the Morgain castle had done wonders for his mood. No scheming, no daily stress about staying alive. Life in Euclid—Mordrek's quiet, snow-covered city—was simple.
Every few days, Caelum would send updates through the [Shadowlink Echo]. So far, no changes. Mayla was doing fine. According to Seraphine, she'd been unusually quiet.
Now that the Council meeting had ended, the castle was practically empty. All the children of Valttair had returned to manage their own territories. Just like Mordrek.
Their father wanted to see how competent his offspring could be—not just in battle, but in ruling. As heirs of one of the Eight Great Families, they were expected to excel not only in strength but also in governance. Politics, logistics, diplomacy—the full package.
But right now, Trafalgar was naked and asleep in bed.
