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Isabella was indeed bursting with energy. The moment she emerged, she threw herself into handling all sorts of affairs with manic intensity.

She had pulled several all-nighters in a row, leaving even Theus somewhat impressed. She was the type who did not need anyone to pressure her into working overtime—she would take the initiative herself.

Drawing power from the Furnace had not allowed her to step into Transcendence, but it had given her physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. And Her Majesty the Empress had put them to use working overtime.

Theus had been run ragged these past few days as well. Isabella did not merely keep herself busy; she would occasionally drag him along too. After all, Tis's deployment this time involved many areas that required Castel's cooperation, and many matters could only be finalized by Theus.

Thus, Theus, who had already entered a leisurely phase of life, had recently put in plenty of overtime himself. He had even developed dark circles under his eyes.

Though he did not possess extraordinary physical capabilities, he had the Symbiotic Pact. Whenever his body could no longer endure, the Banshees could replenish his vitality. In other words, Isabella had indirectly dragged the Banshees into working overtime as well.

And there were results—considerable ones.

Theus now finally understood where the prince's management skills had come from. After being dragged through such high-intensity work by Isabella every day, even a pig would at least learn how to work overtime.

Besides, the prince was not stupid. He was simply rather straightforward by nature.

After Isabella's busy work over the past few days, the entire Duchy of Tis had undergone sweeping reforms.

The previous bureaucratic system had not been bad. It simply was not well suited to dealing with the current circumstances.

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