Further tragedies were averted, the student was released, and the sun rose as usual.
The Granor Family's residence was once again bustling with guests.
"The date for the Noble Conference has been set. We need to quicken our pace." Granor was growing impatient. If he could attend this grand gathering of influential figures representing two-thirds of the mages in the Holy Kingdom, his standing within both the Magic Guild and the Nobility would become unprecedentedly significant.
Of course, even if he didn't attend as a representative of the mages, his title as a Count would still grant him entry. The weight he carried, however, would be completely different.
Having tasted power, he now craved more. The former explorer among mages had grown soft, indulging in the game of controlling others' fates and reveling with the ruling class.
