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Chapter 1013: The Future of the Northern Region

Duke Calvin was waiting in the main hall when Edith returned to the castle.

“You’re only planning three days here? I thought this mission would take time—why not stay longer?”

“Father.” She paused on the threshold. “Did you send someone to listen in on my conversation?”

“If I ask you directly, do you ever actually explain anything to me?” His glare carried genuine injury beneath its heat. “I learned that trick from you. It’s better to search for an answer than to wait for one.”

Something like affection crossed her face—but carefully, the way she kept most things. “Congratulations. You’re making progress. Now I worry about you slightly less.”

He grunted. “You still haven’t answered me. I can’t stop you going back, but why take Lance? What’s the actual purpose of bringing Gerald’s son to Neverwinter?”

“You’re unhappy that I can’t become queen,” she said, tilting her head at him. “Or perhaps you’re simply grieving that no future child of mine will sit on the throne. I remember what you said to me when Timothy came to the Northern Region. I know what you suggested to His Majesty.”

“I—I only wanted what was best for you.” He was quieter now. “Are you really willing to watch a tavern maid’s son come to power?”

Edith did not answer that immediately. She thought of Olivia—standing before her with nothing, and still refusing to be dismissed.

Gerald loved her for a reason.

“You’re wrong about her, father,” she said. “That woman is only missing a title. If she had been born into any noble house in the Northern Region, she would outmaneuver you. She would outmaneuver my brothers without effort. What you should actually be grateful for is the Kant bloodline—without that title, you would be no different from the merchants on the street. Perhaps worse.”

He had the grace to look stung.

“She was reluctant to trust me at first. But the moment she decided—she gave me every name of every person who posed a risk to her son. How decisive.” Edith laughed softly. “If Gerald’s child ever rises to real prominence one day, what do you suppose she’ll do about me? I forced her into this. She knows it. Being a woman herself, she’ll know exactly how to make me pay.” She paused, holding the thought with apparent pleasure. “Isn’t that interesting?”

“Enough.” Calvin raised a hand in surrender. “I was wrong. Can you stop?”

“Whew.” She let out a long breath. “He will never take the throne, by the way. Even if His Majesty had no objection, I would not allow it.”

She smoothed her hair and crossed the room to him. “Let’s speak of what matters. I need to return to Neverwinter as quickly as possible. The city moves fast—half a month away is already significant. His Majesty would not have sent me here at all if the task wasn’t important. As for Lance—I’ve asked you to send him to Neverwinter when he turns eighteen. I said this in my letter. You have a poor memory.”

“If I send Lance there, the Northern Region will—”

“Lose your successor?” She cut him off. “The rank of nobility is now honorary, father. If your son is uneducated, what foothold does he have in the City Hall? I’m taking him away for the future of the Kant family. Neverwinter is where the game is played now. If we don’t learn the new rules, we get removed from the board.”

Calvin hesitated, turning something over. “His Majesty said there are powerful enemies in the Barbarian Land. What if Neverwinter falls to them?”

“Then we’re all finished regardless,” she said simply. “A dozen successors won’t change that.”

She folded her hands, the shrug in her posture rather than her shoulders. “In fact, we should thank the demons.”

“What—?”

“If not for them, His Majesty would have turned all four kingdoms inside out by now.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “He needs to focus on defeating the demons, so he’s chosen to make peace with the nobility—for the moment. But once the demons are gone? He’ll change everything. That time is coming. The demons are giving us a window to catch up. It’s our only real chance.” She held his gaze. “You know what you have to do.”

The Duke was silent for a long moment. Then: “Welcome the teachers from Neverwinter. Open more primary classes. Send more people west to study. Listen to the City Hall officials.” He gave her a weary look. “You’ve written this in every letter. I’m not senile.”

“Good.” She patted his shoulder. “I need some sleep. I have things to do tonight.”

“Wait—” He turned. “Olivia’s last question. I’m curious too. What did you tell her?”

Edith smiled—faintly, and with something complicated behind it.

“It’s better to look for the answer than to wait for one,” she said. “You’ve just made progress. Continue your strong performance.”

“You’re shutting me up on purpose.” He stared at her, realization dawning. “You deliberately—well, fine. I swear I won’t eavesdrop again. Now will you tell me? Please. My sweet daughter.

“Forget it, father.” She was already climbing the stairs. “It’s not important.”

A pause.

“I hope it’s true,” she murmured, half to herself, the words barely carrying down to where he stood. “Unfortunately…”

“What?” He took a step toward the stairs. “What do you mean—”

But she had already disappeared at the top of the landing. Only silence came back.

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