A Letter of Thanks

"Anvis's letter?"

At Pamir Academy, Prince Harken, the Eighth Prince, looked suspiciously at the exquisite letter delivered by a messenger, bearing Anvis's personal crest. After casting Malice Detection on it and confirming there were no traps, he opened it.

The letter's "paper" was a thin sheet made entirely of high-purity mithril, embossed with several lines of elegant Ice-blue Cursive Script.

'Greetings, esteemed members of the Eternal Gold Club.'

'Since receiving your support, my faction has developed very well, expanding several times over. I have also been fortunate enough to make contact with a certain Mysterious Expert. However, at his request, I cannot disclose the details. I hope you understand.'

'Today, I would like to extend my most sincere gratitude for your wholehearted, no-expense-spared support.'

'Fearing that your previous excessive enthusiasm may have left you short of funds, I am sending this letter of thanks.'

'The entire letter is made of ten grams of mithril, currently worth approximately 1,000 Gold Coins. I trust it will be enough to cover most of your losses.'

'Should you be eager to sell it, the Eternal Gold Crown Merchant Guild is willing to buy it back at twenty percent above market price.'

'Finally, I wish you all success in your endeavors and good health.'

'Sincerely—Anvis Olyvendi'

'Radiant Era 2463, Scarlet Rain Month, fifth day.'

"...bastard! How dare he provoke me at a time like this?!"

After reading Anvis's Letter, Prince Harken's breathing grew heavier. He slammed it down onto the desktop.

But after his anger subsided, Prince Harken's expression became uncertain and gloomy.

Although the Empire's recent civil war had taken everyone by surprise, he had still received intelligence from the royal prophets: there was no sign that any known High-rank Prophet had intervened in the matter.

He had originally thought Anvis was merely bluffing,