"Well, I don't know about that. He was also a survivor of the Mistvale Town incident. I thought it might have just been his luck… but I guess it's not all about luck. The boy is really something else when it comes to surviving. Hehe."

This time, Galahad chuckled.

Caspian raised his brow in surprise and sat up straight in his chair. Now he remembered that incident. The commoner boy who had been with Her Highness, the princess, was none other than Amon.

He turned and looked at Galahad, who was now lost in deep thought. His clear blue eyes had lowered slightly.

Caspian understood the reason immediately. No matter how much Galahad tried to act tough, it was a harsh truth that this man had lost his youngest son in that town.

He might act cold and indifferent, but Caspian knew how much this man loved and cared about his family. Losing his youngest child was, of course, a heartbreaking thing. Yet he never showed it.

Even now, he was on a mission. To stop the demons from whatever they were planning, with a clear and cold mind.

That was what Caspian respected the most.

"Hah… I will contact Her Majesty then."

A red crystal appeared in Galahad's right palm. It started blinking, showing that it was connecting to the other side.

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Imperial Capital City, Mordheim.

Night had already fallen.

The sun had long disappeared beyond the towering walls of the capital, leaving the sky draped in deep shades of violet and black.

Lanterns ignited one by one along the streets, their golden glow reflecting off marble roads and towering spires. Mordheim stood calm and majestic beneath the coming night, unaware of the chaos unfolding beyond its borders.

Inside the Royal Palace, silence reigned.

Long hallways stretched endlessly, illuminated by enchanted crystals embedded in the walls. Their soft glow cast elegant shadows across ancient pillars and polished floors.

Celestia Aurellian walked alone.

Her footsteps echoed softly—click, click—as her heels struck the marble floor. She wore a flowing gown the color of midnight, embroidered with faint silver patterns that shimmered under the light. It covered her voluptuous, mature figure like a second skin.

Her long silver hair flowed freely down her back, and her crimson eyes were calm, sharp, and unreadable.

She was a breathtaking beauty. An aura of authority surrounded her.

She stopped.

Without warning, a red crystal materialized in her palm, blinking steadily.

Celestia glanced down at it.

"…Galahad." She accepted the call.

The crystal glowed brighter, and Galahad Valliant's voice came through, firm and respectful.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," he said respectfully.

"What is it, Galahad?"

Galahad began recounting the events that had happened that day.

Celestia listened in silence as Galahad reported everything.

The demon presence. How they were fleeing and how some soldiers followed them. Then how he found Amon lying there. One of the demons was already dead. Killed by Amon. While the other killed himself before Galahad could interrogate him.

"The boy," Galahad said. "Amon Vale. He is alive. We have brought him back safely. He is currently unconscious. He might wake up by morning."

Her steps halted completely.

"…So he is actually alive," she said.

"Yes," Galahad replied. "Barely. But alive. He killed one of the demons by himself."

There was a brief pause.

Celestia's expression did not change, but something subtle shifted in her eyes.

"So he survived again," she said calmly. "Mistvale… and now this."

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

"Good work," she continued. "Secure the area. Treat the wounded."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I will inform Headmistress Isabel Dawnheart personally," Celestia said. "Arcadia Academy must be made aware. They will send a transport ship for him."

The crystal's glow dimmed slightly.

"And Galahad," she added.

"Yes?"

"…Keep an eye on that boy. Until they come to take him."

Galahad gave a short, respectful acknowledgment. "Understood."

The connection ended.

The red crystal vanished from her palm.

Celestia stood alone in the silent hallway once more.

Her gaze drifted toward a tall window nearby, beyond which the capital lights shimmered beneath the dark sky.

"Amon Vale…" she murmured softly.

A faint smile cold and unreadable. Curved her lips. An amused smile.

"Just what kind of luck are you carrying? You are getting into a lot of trouble."

Her heels clicked again as she resumed walking, the sound echoing through the palace halls, while far away, a battered boy clung to life.

She did not inform the Headmistress right away.

Celestia walked down the quiet hallway and made her way to a balcony.

From there, the entire city stretched out before her. The view was breathtaking, lights glowing softly as evening settled in.

At the balcony, someone was already there.

A young beautiful woman sat calmly on a chair. She had silver hair and red eyes, just like Celestia, as if she were her younger reflection. A small table stood beside her, with a cup of coffee resting on it.

She was Selena Aurellian.

Her long silver hair swayed gently in the cool evening breeze. Below them, the city was alive with movement, yet from this height, it felt strangely peaceful.

Celestia stepped closer and stood beside her daughter, quietly enjoying the breeze.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Mother?" Selena asked without turning her head, her eyes fixed on the city below.

Celestia moved forward and leaned back against the railing, folding her arms.

"Well… there is something," she said softly. Her voice was gentle, very different from the cold tone she used when ruling the country. "I think you'll be happy to hear it."

Selena turned toward her, curiosity flickering in her red eyes. "Oh? What is it?"

Celestia smiled faintly. "That junior of yours… Amon Vale. Galahad found him today. The boy is alive and safe."

Selena froze. For a few moments, she simply stared, trying to process what she had heard.

Then her eyes trembled. She clenched her fist tightly before slowly relaxing.

Leaning back in her chair, she let out a long breath. "So… he's safe," she murmured.

A beautiful, relieved smile appeared on her face.

Her reaction was quiet. Not too extreme, but Celestia understood it well. She knew exactly how happy her daughter was in that moment.

After all, Selena was just like her. She knew her better than anyone.

Celestia said nothing and simply watched, her gaze resting on her daughter's gentle, relieved smile.

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