As the door clicked shut behind John, Ravenna exhaled, stretching her fingers before summoning the reputation system window. The glow of the interface flickered to life before her eyes.
[ Reputation System v0.1 ]
User: Ravenna Solarius / Joy Cha Kim
Reputation Level: 61 (7,834 / 9,400 EXP)
Current Reputation Points: 44,205
Titles: Raven of the Sun Palace, Unruly Princess
{ View Reputation Log } { Spend Reputation Points }
With a flick of her finger, Ravenna navigated to the spending nu.
[ Spend Reputation Points ]
Access to the Internet: 100 Points per Hour
Access to Magic Spell Library: 100 Points per Hour
Geographical Scans: 5 Points per 1 Kiloter
Nullify Minor Poison Damage on Self: 250 Points
Nullify Minor Poison Damage on Others: 350 Points per Entity
Minor Heal: 1,000 Points per Entity
Major Heal: (Locked)
Lie Detector: (Locked)
She tapped on [Access to Magic Spell Library], confirming the deduction of 100 points.
A wealth of knowledge instantly unfurled before her, a vast and infinite archive of magic spells—so common, so ancient, and others entirely undiscovered.
Ravenna’s eyes glead as she scrolled through the catalog.
"If the system holds every spell in existence, even those yet to be found by scholars, then I need to find sothing both efficient and practical."
She needed spells that could be cast quickly with minimal components—preferably ingredients that were easy to procure within the capital. The city was abundant with flower shops and apothecaries; finding different flowers or equipnt wouldn’t be an issue.
Her fingers danced over the floating texts, eyes scanning for anything that would give her an edge during the impending attack.
"Ti is limited. I need sothing fast, subtle, and devastating."
Her mind sharpened as she made her selections.
Audience Room, Marie’s Chambers, West Wing, Imperial Palace
Sunlight poured in through the ornate stained-glass windows, casting warm hues of crimson and gold across the polished marble floor. The air was filled with the delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea, an elegant floral blend ant to soothe and relax—yet Marie felt anything but at ease.
She sat across from Princess Gracie, her posture composed yet wary, hands delicately wrapped around the fine porcelain teacup.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Your Highness," Marie said with a small, respectful nod. "I had to change after combat training. I didn’t expect you to seek out for tea."
Gracie gave her a pleasant smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Oh, I was simply interested in forming a closer bond with Aunt Ravenna’s disciple. After all, she wouldn’t have chosen you unless you were soone extraordinary."
Marie’s grip on her teacup tightened slightly. So that’s her angle. She’s fishing for information.
Still, she kept her face neutral.
"I wouldn’t say that, Your Highness. I am rely a student at the Herptian Church."
It was the safest answer. Revealing her past as a forr slave was out of the question, and technically, it wasn’t a lie. She was indeed a student under High Priest Jas, and as per Ravenna’s plan, she was ant to rise through the church ranks in due ti. This answer provided nothing of real value while remaining perfectly believable.
Gracie sipped her tea, her expression unreadable, before setting the cup down with a soft clink. "Oh, don’t be so modest."
Then, her eyes lit up with sothing different—an excitent that felt out of place given their conversation thus far.
"You practice long-distance weaponry, correct? You ntioned that during breakfast."
Marie nodded, slightly cautious. "Yes, Your Highness. I did."
For a mont, Gracie hesitated, as if battling so internal struggle. Then, her carefully maintained facade cracked. The mature elegance she had been portraying slipped away, replaced by sothing entirely unexpected—girlish excitent mixed with a hint of embarrassnt.
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
"So, do you think you can beat Benric up?"
Marie blinked, completely caught off guard.
"Huh?"
Gracie’s blush deepened, and she hurriedly tried to compose herself, clearing her throat.
"I—I an, Lady Marie, do you think you could defeat Benric in a spar?" She sat up straighter, trying to regain her royal poise, but the unfiltered eagerness in her voice betrayed her true emotions.
Then, with a slightly dramatic flair, she declared, "Like, beat him up good. Knock his ego down a few pegs."
Marie stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.
This was… not at all what she had expected.
A minute ago, she was preparing for so kind of social maneuvering, possibly even subtle humiliation or an attempt to pry deeper into her background. Instead, the princess was sitting there, blushing and flustered, practically begging her to humiliate her brother in combat.
Marie wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or deeply confused.
Audience Room, Ravenna’s Chambers, West Wing, Imperial Palace
As the sun dipped below the horizon, its fading golden light bathed the palace in hues of crimson and violet. Long shadows stretched across the corridors of the West Wing, where a lone figure walked with asured steps, his mind burdened with suspicion.
Eugene had just arrived at the entrance to Ravenna’s private chambers, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the summons.
"Why would she call for ?"
It made no sense. If Ravenna sought to make a political move, she would have requested an audience with her brother, not him. A private eting with a re knight captain—however high his standing—was an odd choice.
"Is she trying to negotiate sothing? Or has she figured out sothing she wasn’t supposed to?"
The thought sent a ripple of unease through him.
He had spent the last two years carefully orchestrating events from the shadows, nudging Prince William’s position forward while ensuring Ravenna remained an outcast. The tides of succession were delicate, and if Ravenna had suddenly uncovered sothing, it could unravel everything he had built.
As he neared the audience room, his heartbeat quickened.
"Could she have discovered that I’m the true mastermind behind William’s rise? Others have begun to suspect it… but would she dare confront so openly?"
He exhaled sharply. No, that’s unlikely. Ravenna was cunning, but she wouldn’t just directly confront him though it will make her life easier to just kill him .
Yet the paranoia remained.
Another thought slithered into his mind, one far more dangerous than the last.
"Did she figure out that I know the future?"
The re idea sent a cold chill down his spine. But if she had sohow uncovered even a hint of the truth…
"Worse still… did she realize that I was the one who ensured she was blad for her mother’s death?"
The mory of that carefully constructed web of deceit flickered in his mind. It had been a necessary move, cruel but essential. Ravenna had to be branded as a disgrace, an outcast unworthy of the throne. The empire could not afford to fall into the hands of the one who had ruined it before.
No matter what, he had to ensure she never re-entered the succession race.
Eugene clenched his fists, steadying himself as he approached the doors.
"I need to be careful. If she truly knows sothing, I must silence her ambitions before they take root."
The guards standing by the entrance gave him a brief glance before one of them stepped forward.
“Ser Eugene of the White Falcons,” he announced.
A brief silence followed. Then, with a soft creak, the grand double doors swung open.
Inside, Ravenna sat on an elegant velvet sofa, her posture relaxed but her sharp golden eyes already locked onto him as if she had been waiting for this mont.
A knowing smirk played on her lips.
Eugene exhaled slowly.
"Let’s see what ga you’re playing, Ravenna."
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