Simple.
Luca.
Luca happened.1
Unfortunately for the Elven Prince, who had planned and plotted for years, he neglected to include the return of one wide-eyed Luca Kyros in his carefully laid plans.
But fortunately for him, he wasn’t actually the only one.
Maybe it would even be comforting for the Elven Prince to know that he wasn’t alone when it ca to feeling confused and shell-shocked.
Because in a sense, whether it was joy, annoyance, or pure curiosity, several people and an even greater number of organizations and noble houses had also been caught completely off guard because of one person.
They just didn’t know it yet.
Like how he had managed to stumble into the most random and coincidental rescue operations that led to massive shifts in the political landscape of the universe.
Like how he derailed bioterrorism in the span of just a few days.
Like how he replaced entire systems and practices, driving specialists and masters across the Empire completely insane.
Oh, and how he was inadvertently changing the order of society as people knew it simply by living his life.
Of course, Luca himself had never actually planned any of that. In fact, all he wanted in the first place was to live a happy life while building up his little purse.
But what could he do when the other great houses suddenly found themselves backed into a corner after realizing the kind of firepower House Kyros had been quietly accumulating as they followed Luca in his day-to-day adventures?
It wasn’t even difficult to speculate once people started examining the standards that the house operated under.
When their employees said sothing would be "greater than your expectations," they apparently ant sothing close to near impossibility.
Sothing that even great ancestors didn’t bother to write about, because how?
So when the sa employees warned about "intense competition among staff," what they really ant was tanks contending against other tanks.
Because what exactly was this supposed to be?
Unlike experts who were normally sought after, was House Kyros having difficulty because there were too many talented people competing for the sa tasks?
But where were they even getting all those people when House Kyros had long since frozen their hiring?
Worse, even the guild associated with them only had nine frigging mbers unless they counted an actual tortoise?!
"..."
"..."
The other dukes were left exchanging looks as they discussed the kind of people House Kyros employed, and they were correct in concluding that it wasn’t because the duchy had simply hired specific experts.
Just by looking at the composition of their staff, along with the original profiles of those sa individuals, it beca painfully obvious that sothing else had happened.
Those people had undergone an unprecedented tamorphosis.
"Master Allan was this close to clawing Master Quinn’s eyes out because he couldn’t believe what was happening," Duke Zorath said uncharacteristically as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don’t know how long they intend to keep this up, but at this rate, the whole thing might take too long."
"At this point, it’s definitely not about the loss," he added after a mont. "Because honestly, that wasn’t even a competition. It was practically a demonstration."
"I tried asking about information but decided not to push when the masters looked like they were one more question away from having an attack."
"They’re saying that such skills couldn’t have been ford in so short a ti. So they were demanding to know how long such a thing had been kept away from them?"
"Master Quinn and a lot of the other chanics argued that they couldn’t possibly say that when it would make the cadet who placed number one seem like he started polishing as a toddler."
Groans ca one after another as eyes twitched while they spoke about what had happened earlier.
"You do realize their chanics weren’t even supposed to join, right?" Duke Caius said, staring sowhere far into the distance as though he were quietly reconsidering his life choices.
"It was ant to be an amateur competition. Imagine if the masters hadn’t insisted."
"Yeah," another duke muttered. "Then it would’ve taken us ages before we discovered their current capabilities."
"You’re all surprised about that?" soone else scoffed. "I’m more surprised that Leander managed to keep that information to himself for this long. Normally, he’d be radiating satisfaction while going about his daily life."
"He’s always been a picture of duality," Duke Vantari said as he rubbed his temple like he was developing a headache. "Where else could you find soone so secretive yet so telling at the sa ti?"
But while the dukes were busy discussing such matters among themselves, one particular heir was quietly enjoying the sudden and glaring divide that had ford before everyone’s eyes.
Adjutant Rhys Corvan, loyal to Cassian Veyra of the Federation, thought that things were indeed unfolding exactly as the heir had predicted.
No wonder his boss had that particular look on his face earlier.
He clearly liked this situation.
They obviously couldn’t hear what the dukes were talking about with that spiritual barrier around them, but they didn’t even need to read lips to know from their expressions.
Honestly, anyone with enough experience in politics would be able to infer several things whenever sothing that could translate into a massive boost in power would co up.
Imbalance.
And an imbalance this big would usually lead to desperation, greed, or envy—a perfect mix for creating gaps in an otherwise solid alliance.
Ideally, that would have been correct. If only those young confederates knew more about the true foundation of the four great dukedoms, then maybe they would have been able to see sothing else. But that was sothing outsiders would eventually have to discover for themselves.
What mattered for the mont was sothing far more imdiate.
Like how the people of the Federation reacted to everything they ended up seeing.
To be fair, they, too, had been struck by the glaring differences they witnessed during their painfully short twenty minutes inside DG’s booth.
At that mont, they were certain that if the other officers and stakeholders of their nation could experience what they had just seen, they would imdiately understand Cassian Veyra’s insistence on coming in person.
It was truly the kind of revelation that was impossible to ignore.
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