Transia was actually a pretty strange place.
Maybe the feng shui really was bad. Just as Murphy was grumbling about Miss Peachy being a procrastinator, the eldest young lady of the Chevalier family was blocking Mirian, who was just about to get off work, with her bodyguard, childhood friend, and bestie, Lady Liwen, at her side.
Since Mirian served as Scarlet Archon, Murphy had long since maxed out her "security level" at Scarlet Castle.
She was escorted everywhere in a dedicated "bulletproof carriage," and at least three elite Witch Hunters were always on hand to protect her. Whenever she went out at night, Triss's personal guard captain, "Madwoman" Bonnie, arranged for vampires to guard her from the shadows.
But Mirian didn't really need all those measures. The Psionic Overlord and Blood Eagle Grand Duchess Lady Triss were constantly monitoring the entire city with their psionic senses.
If anything really happened, the Blood Eagle Grand Duchess could teleport over in an instant. That would be far more effective than any security measure.
Still, a regional archon needed to have the proper trappings of office. They couldn't just wait for Triss to show up whenever something happened.
After all, security was often more symbolic than practical. On this point, a certain former prime minister of the strongest bloodline of the Little Eight Banners, who had been reincarnated in another world after opening his heart wide, had plenty to say.
He had demonstrated with his life that no security expert or beautiful bodyguard with hidden depths could beat exercising regularly, maintaining one's status, and staying alert. Most important of all, there was nothing more useful than not doing shameful things and making fewer enemies.
But that was a tangent. Back to the amusing story unfolding in Transia.
The Scarlet Archon's carriage had barely