Completion

Ron arrived at the outer corridor of the Hall of Truth half an hour early.

Cecilia followed behind him, carrying a stack of manuscripts in her arms.

"Master, all the copies of the paper have been prepared."

The silver-haired maid's voice carried pride she could not hide.

She had poured two full months of effort into this paper, from building its framework to polishing its wording.

Although the core data and theory had all been provided by Ron.

But turning that profound, obscure academic content into clear, flowing prose was the result of her polishing it word by word.

"You've worked hard, Cecilia."

Ron took one of the copies and casually flipped through a few pages.

"The wording and data presentation are perfect," he praised sincerely. "Even better than I expected."

Cecilia inclined her head, her lashes trembling lightly.

Come to think of it, the fact that she had been helping Ron so diligently lately was not entirely because of Her Highness's orders.

Eve had let slip a few days ago that she was planning to send her to the World of Chaotic Blood for some "training" after a while.

They called it training, but in reality, it meant going there to do hard labor.

After all these years at Eve's side, the black-haired princess's demands for work efficiency were almost exacting.

Every report had to be reviewed three times, and every decision had to be projected through five possible consequences.

She was busy from morning to night, wishing she could split one day into three.

Though Cecilia was loyal, she also longed to occasionally slack off "reasonably."

And over in the World of Chaotic Blood, although it was nominally Ron's territory.

According to the information she had gathered, the management team there was much more relaxed.

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