Riding away from the court in a carriage, Ron sent his consciousness into the Doll beside Sylvie.
"Sylvie, make time to come by tomorrow. While you're at it, bring me an Imperial map that marks the territorial boundaries of landed nobles."
"Your Highness Ron? I was just about to report to you about today's court session..."
"Mm, I already know. Someone proposed granting me a title—and a landed noble title at that."
Sylvie froze, not expecting His Highness Ron, who usually paid little attention to such matters, to have learned of it in advance.
"Your Highness Ron, this should be a scheme by those factions. Once you are granted a landed noble title, they may very well maliciously target you over the matter of territory," Sylvie cautioned seriously.
"If necessary, our people will raise objections and delay things as much as possible."
"What do you think?"
"There's no rush," Ron said. "Bring the map tomorrow. I'll take a look first."
"Understood."
"How is the progress at the Card Research Institute today? We should still make it in time, right?" Ron asked, changing the subject.
"Not much of a problem. We have sixth-rank mages for all four major elements. We can definitely finish before the Magic Cup."
"Once the recording is done, bring that Mimic Grass back to me. Don't let anything go wrong halfway through."
"Rest assured, I'll be careful."
"Then that's all for now."
So much to do... Ron withdrew his consciousness and rubbed his brow.
Today, he had first gone to the Card Research Institute to finalize the Mimic Grass recording plan.
Then he had rushed to Disode Magic Academy to personally record Legendary-rank magic.
After that, he had gone to the private experimental area, then headed to the Magic Battle Hall.
In another week, the Magic Cup