"That's enough. Don't blame Faticia. I don't feel I was deliberately influenced. In fact, I requested this from the very beginning; she was simply carrying out my orders."
The Wind Law Queen clasped her hands behind her back and blinked. "After all, I have my own secrets. I can't let Lord Eilvette know everything, can I?"
'Her own information channels, huh...'
Eilvette wasn't surprised. To outsiders, the current queen seemed far too young—nothing more than a naive puppet, ignorant of the ways of the world.
But the Grand Law Officer knew Ailorus was a remarkably precocious young lady. Her demeanor was at once innocent and artless, yet utterly impeccable. She already carried herself with the air of a true monarch.
'And it's not as if I'm some treacherous minister. A capable monarch like her is exactly what I had hoped for.'
Eilvette sighed and said:
"If I weren't so terribly busy, a matter of this importance should have been my responsibility."
