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Seven Hills was now peaceful everywhere as the threat of war had receded, except for my office in Philander's Imperial Palace.
No, peace had come even to my office, actually. With the war over, the former Commander-in-Chief, now unemployed, lounged on the couch and munched on grapes, while the legendary bird beside him pecked at the fruits offered to it.
Genise, who preferred sleep over grapes, sat on her white sofa pretending to watch the sky as she dozed off, and from the desk on my right, I could hear the scratching of Haven's pen.
Right, the only place not peaceful was my desk. It seemed like I had cleared the mountain of paperwork that had piled up during my trip to the west, but why did it still seem as towering and unchanged as yesterday?
Frustrated, I put down my pen and rubbed my forehead.
"Your Majesty, please, take a break."
As always, Haven was the one who understood me. He stood up from his own mountain of paperwork.
