Music Divine Palace · Feather Hall
Head Maid Bailier entered The Palace with a dignified, solemn expression, as though nothing had just happened.
"Your Highness Aphnora, all the grain delivered by the Kevil Empire has been inventoried. It has been confirmed to be old grain."
"I understand. Put it into the national treasury."
"Yes."
Bailier hesitated slightly, then added, "Your Highness Aphnora, it is said that the Cold-Resistant High-Yield Black Grain, as well as the Non-Toxic Winter Mallow, were both created by Asheff. Should your subordinate..."
Aphnora frowned. "Asheff is not as simple as you imagine. Do not act on your own."
Bailier was startled and hurriedly nodded. "Yes."
She then withdrew from the great hall.
As her footsteps faded, the hall fell silent once more.
Aphnora had long grown accustomed to such silence.
She extended her pale arm, rested it on the armrest, and propped up her delicate cheek. Her gaze gradually turned dreamy as she thought of that blunt, passionate love song. A smile unconsciously curled across her lips.
Then she suddenly came to her senses, realizing something, and her smile vanished.
There was a trace of annoyance in her eyes, along with a trace of secret delight.
Plato had once said, "A person who leaves the city-state to live in the wilderness is either a god or a beast."
Aphnora had never left the city-state. Even when she sent out Divine Projections to search for undiscovered planes, her true body remained in Vias.
Yet in a sense, she had always lived apart from others, alone in this empty Divine Palace.
She had been born into a Magic Aristocrat Family. After her family fell into decline, her father had sent her into the notoriously strict Witch Tower at a young age to train, placing the burden of reviving