"...And focus on your studies, let Papa handle the rest." Kaelus smiled fondly, standing up, unaware that he had just authorized the launch of the most devastating criminal syndicate in the history of the Imperial Capital.
Seraphina marched out of the study, a tiny, adorable harbinger of doom.
Count Valerius wanted a war over the bloodline.
He was about to learn that blood meant nothing when you were fighting a six-year-old armed with a ghost-duck intelligence agency, a revolutionary magical smartphone, and a handsome Archmage as her CEO.
The Capital was about to burn, and Seraphina was bringing the marshmallows.
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The Nacht Capital Estate was no longer a sanctuary; it was a contested military zone undergoing a hostile occupation.
