Watching the news of Lavoisier's promotion, Veronica immediately gritted her teeth in a most unladylike manner, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Although her senior brother was indeed exceptionally capable, powerful, and ruthless enough, and had kept the Northwest stable for years without any major disasters, even earning the position through sheer ability, how had he suddenly become her direct superior while sitting at home?
There were plenty of councilors over a hundred years old in the Council who still had not managed to secure even a principal's position at a desert academy. Lavoisier's appointment at Northwest Academy had already drawn plenty of criticism, and this appointment letter, issued without even a Council vote, would likely stir up even more controversy.
In the Haluar Council, where the average age was nearly one hundred and sixty, her senior brother was simply too young.
Still, since she barely worked anyway and might even find it easier to swindle funding, Veronica could not help but beam with delight.
Having someone in the Council made things much easier. Could her senior brother, as her direct superior, possibly withhold her funding?
No matter how she thought about it, that seemed impossible. It was public funding—whoever got it, got it.
Naturally, the benefits should stay within the family.
But when she thought of Du Pont still being at Northwest Academy, Veronica could not help frowning.
Once Lavoisier left, who would take over the Northwest Territory?
The female mage knew her own limits. She clearly could not take the position.
Even though a ninth-circle mage in her thirties had limitless prospects, she could not possibly take over the post, whether in terms of connections or personal prestige.
Leaving aside everything else, because she had been too lazy to handle affairs or socialize over the years, she could