Because the Governor's Mansion had activated the "Asset Preservation Supplementary Agreement," the relevant handover clauses had to undergo tedious revisions and updates.
The subsequent tedious work of reconciling data would be handled by Rovi in cooperation with Marquez's tax Servitor team.
Normally, this sort of paperwork was not the responsibility of an agricultural Advisor like him. It was usually handled by the Executive Council's dedicated Scribes, but Governor Alicia had specifically named Rovi for the task.
Naturally, Rovi understood her meaning.
The Governor had found a legitimate excuse to keep him behind and report the real "internal situation."
An hour later, he had completed all the data interface verifications.
After leaving the administrative hall, Rovi did not leave the Spire. Instead, under the guidance of an attendant, he headed for the private study on the top floor of the Governor's Mansion.
When he reached the familiar heavy oak doors, he deliberately tidied his appearance and straightened his collar. Only after being announced and granted permission did he push the doors open and enter.
The study was brightly lit, yet not warm.
A cold, sharp incense permeated the room.
It was the distinctive scent of House Valantius:
Noble, solemn, and utterly unapproachable.
Alicia van Valantius had removed her heavy platinum crown and casually set it at the corner of the desk.
When Rovi entered, she remained seated in her high-backed chair, dignified and elegant, without rising.
Her long silver hair cascaded like a waterfall.
Her violet eyes calmly regarded the Dataslate in her hands.
She was like a silver-frost rose blooming upon an icy cliff, lonely and cold.
Between her and Rovi stood a broad black walnut desk, and beyond that, an invisible chasm of class.
Captain of the Guard Lilith stood to one side of the desk, one hand resting