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Dole glanced at the Emperor Yale and thought, When is this guy going to abdicate? When will George take over? It's been so long already.

He nodded slowly.

He was a marquis, but his current identity was that of a Wizard. There was no need for him to put on any airs before the Emperor Yale. After thinking it over, he said to Elreya beside him, "You can stay in my Wizard Tower for the next few days."

Elreya nodded obediently. Dole glanced at Daphne. "What about you?"

Daphne shook her head. "I won't go. Your Wizard Tower always feels stifling to me."

She was somewhat sensitive to spatial attributes, and Babel Tower was a Wizard Tower with spatial attributes, so she felt uncomfortable every time she entered it, though not too strongly. She knew her father wanted to bring Elreya and Dole together, so she consciously chose not to play the villain.

Dole truly was excellent. Unfortunately, her ambitions were grander. On the other hand, if Elreya could not achieve anything in wizardry, then as nothing more than a warrior, her value would not be so great. Sooner or later, she would become an object for a political marriage. If she could take a liking to Dole, that would naturally be for the best.

Daphne thought to herself that without strength, even the kind of person one liked had to be dictated by one's family and faction. The descendants of nobles looked glamorous, refined and gentlemanly in speech and bearing, lofty and above ordinary people, but in private, they were actually quite miserable.

Daphne remained behind. Elreya lifted the hem of her skirt, bid farewell to the Emperor Yale and Daphne, then slowly left the rear courtyard with Dole.

Watching the two figures depart, the Emperor Yale sighed.