The Weight of Fallen Nobles
Two days before Videl woke up from mana exhaustion, Lane was almost done doing everything written in the list Victor gave her.
The parchment was folded neatly in her hand as she walked through the quieter streets of Fantom City.
Most of the tasks had been crossed out.
Information gathered. Contacts secured. Minor factions aligned.
Only one remained.
The hardest one.
Convince the fallen noble families to join them.
Lane exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the faint morning chill.
Victor's instructions were clear—too clear.
She could use any means necessary.
As long as their demands didn't cross the line… as long as it didn't trample on their group's dignity…
She was allowed to do whatever it took.
Her grip tightened slightly around the paper.
"…Tch."
There was another line written below that.
Bring Brinda with you when negotiating.
Lane's expression darkened instantly.
"I really don't want to…"
Her voice was low, almost a mutter.
