Chapter 406: Old Servant Of The Palace
Within the hallowed halls of the Tempest Palace, in the quiet sanctum of the royal study, Queen Lucy sat with her usual composed grace behind her grand oak desk. Afternoon sunlight spilled lazily through the tall arched windows behind her, casting warm golden beams across the polished floors and bathing her workspace in light. Her eyes were locked on the pages of a thick tome, the text etched in ancient script as she schemed intently through the material.
Not far from her, nestled in one of the plush couches near the towering bookshelf, sat a familiar figure—Mystica. Draped in her signature dark dress embroidered with violet thread, she looked like a sorceress plucked straight out of a fable. Her violet gaze was locked onto her own tome, flipping through pages with quiet determination.
"Found anything yet?" Lucy asked, her eyes still glued to the pages.
"Nope," Mystica replied dryly. "The Tempest royals have hired so many damn servants over the years. Even with records, finding just one person is a whole headache."
"At least there are records," Lucy murmured, her tone half-hopeful, half-weary.
"Yeah, yeah... I guess that’s something," Mystica muttered, continuing her relentless page-flipping.
Suddenly, her hands stilled. Her index finger hovered over a line on the page, tracing a name slowly, eyes narrowing.
"I think I found it," she said, lifting her gaze to meet Lucy’s.
Lucy raised an eyebrow, finally glancing up from her own tome. "You sure?"
"This is the only name like it in the entire damn registry... so yeah, I’m kinda sure," Mystica replied with a thoughtful tilt of her head.
Lucy let out a quiet sigh. "Pass it over."
Without another word, Mystica flicked her fingers, and the tome in her hands glowed faintly with violet magic. The book floated smoothly through the air, sailing gently across the desk until it landed with the softest thud in front of the queen.