"Knock, knock."
Sky Starcrest knocked on the office door, then pushed it open after receiving permission.
She walked upright, her steps steady, no different from any other day. Then she gently set a thick report on Calderon's desk.
"Sir." Her voice was calm, but lacked its usual warmth. "The closing report on the Class A Threat incident at the Royal Botanical Garden. Seraphina Phillip's threat assessment, along with detailed records of the Charm aura's psychological effects on law enforcement personnel."
Calderon turned his mask toward her, seemingly waiting for more.
"That concludes my report." Sky stood at attention, but did not leave.
Sky stood before the desk, her silver eyes fixed on that cold mask.
A brief silence settled over the office, broken only by the faint movement of the Magic Clock's pendulum.
"Is there anything else, Inquisitor Sky?" Calderon asked.
Sky took a deep breath. The emotions she had suppressed finally began to surge.
"Grand Inquisitor." Her voice was calm-frighteningly so. "I need an explanation."
"An explanation for what?" Calderon remained seated in the shadows, his voice utterly level.
"Xia Lin · Tolemo's file." Sky enunciated every word. "The information you gave me made no mention whatsoever of the Battle of New Stefan. Nothing about the red dragon Anlin, nothing about the Flying City, and nothing about mythical power."
Calderon said nothing.
"Were you playing me for a fool?" Sky's voice began to tremble, but she still struggled to suppress her emotions. "Or was this-some kind of test?"
"Sky." Calderon finally spoke, his voice still calm. "Sit down."
"I don't need to sit." Sky gritted her teeth. "I just need an explanation."
She stepped forward. "Why did you do this? Was it-because of pressure from my family?"
Calderon fell silent for a few seconds, then finally sighed.
"Surely you're