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Werdekraft was disrupted from his work by the water mirror rippling. He activated the magic tool noticing the mauve lights, and much to his astonishment, he found Hannelore’s friend calling.
“Rozemyne, what a surprise! Why are you contacting me through Aub Ahrensbach’s water mirror? Are you visiting Lord Ferdinand? Is he enjoying his time there?” He greeted her excitedly.
The girl’s eyes swirled in rainbow colors as the connection as the water mirror seemed to glitch. “Ferdinand is dead, Werdekraft”
The ice in her voice rang in his head like a ditter bell on an empty field. He felt paralyzed and numb, as if the fire of Leidenschaft had been snuffed into mere embers.
“Your meddling led to him being taken into the beloved duchy of the woman who hated him most and marrying him to her likeness.” He could feel the wrath of Angriff lacing her every word. “To give his very existence to such land, all because of your misguided pride. What fools you all are. If you had put any effort into thinking about him you would have seen it for the punishment it was, and for a crime he had no fault in!”
She was yelling at him but he couldn’t find the words to refute her “You want to know why Trauerqual forced him into Ahresbach? Because he was afraid. Afraid of the royal blood that ran through his veins. He feared his excellence and knew he couldn’t compare to a mere archuke candidate of a backwater middle duchy”
The anger in her voice was evident “Do you wish to know how he died? How he couldn’t move his body as the supply circle drained every single ounce of his mana until his body emptied like a feystone?”
He felt sick. He, Aub Dunkelfelger, lord of war, blessed by Ledisenschaft, had forsaken Sehewit and played a ditter blindfolded.
“The royal family is a sham Werdekraft. They will never be able to find their wisdom because they altered the path to obtain it to the point of losing it themselves”
That was a very serious accusation to make, no matter how gutted he was feeling, it was his duty to take the claim seriously.
“Gettrusheit”
The glowing book in her hand could not be mistaken even through the magic of the water mirror. He collapsed on the floor, taking a knee both in reverence at the true Zent, but also knowing she held him partially responsible for the grievances against Lord Ferdinand.
“No one in the royal family meets the qualifications to get the true book of Mestionora. The one they’ve been using for centuries is a magic tool created by a fool who thought herself grander than the gods.”
“I hold the foundation of Ehrenfest and Ahrensbach. They will be white sand by the time the Goddess of light dons her crown. It is up to you whether Dunkelfelger follows next”
She cut the connection without letting him utter a single word past his greeting.