Mirabelle searched her memories.
The oldest women of the territory.
It sounded intimidating.
Yet the memories that surfaced were simply of kind elderly ladies offering sweets and gentle smiles.
That... she could probably handle.
Their duty was to advise the Duchess.
"Their wisdom has guided every Duchess of Luchsenstein for generations."
"They are the only people permitted to openly challenge a Duchess's decisions without committing treason."
Mirabelle raised an eyebrow.
"...Good to know."
The Duchess finally set her feather quill aside.
"Once both the military and the Council recognize you...
...I'll officially pass the ducal signet ring into your care.
The duchy will become yours."
She paused.
"A festival will be declared throughout Luchsenstein."
Mirabelle smiled:
"That actually sounds nice."
"You won't be attending."
The smile vanished again.
"What?"
"The people will celebrate. You'll go into the forest."
Mirabelle blinked.
"Alone?"
