The Evernight fortress in the central region. Nighteye was on the sofa, entranced in a history book. Margo was standing beside her looking uneasy.

A knock came from the door as a baron entered with a thick stack of documents. He bowed toward Nighteye before placing the files on the rack. The desk was already covered in battle reports, so there was no more space for new ones. After completing his job, the baron bowed again and left.

Another knock was heard almost immediately afterward.

“Enter,” Nighteye said lazily.

A demonkin duke entered. Performing an appropriate salutation, he said, “Your Highness, did you not read the battle reports?”

Nighteye remained silent, but Margo lashed out furiously, “Mind your words, Lord Rodney!”

Rodney said proudly, “This is no place for a mere marquis to speak!”

Margo was red with anger. He wanted to do something, but he knew he wasn’t the other’s match.

Nighteye finally looked up. “If you think killing you will affect my relationship with the Eternal Flame,...