The day passed swiftly. By night, the mansion was overflowing with gifts from all over the South. City lords, house heads, merchants, and even ordinary citizens had all sent something.
Many had blatantly sent money. Others offered relics, elixirs, attire, and congratulatory letters. One individual had even sent a statue of the Iron Father with True Justice engraved across its base.
Zephyrion spent a good portion of the day sorting through everything.
There were five elixirs in total. Three restoration elixirs of varying grades. One emotion-enhancing elixir. And finally, a mid-grade Mind Cognition Elixir.
The rest were largely useless. Zephyrion stared at the collection before releasing a quiet sigh. As expected, revealing what he truly desired would allow people to gift him appropriately.
Unfortunately, it would also reveal far too much. He would have to make do with the endless assortment of well-intentioned but ultimately useless offerings.
