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Chapter 427: The Aftermath

Roland walked into the office yawning as the sky brightened.

It was supposed to have been an uncomplicated day.

Lucia’s magic had become turbulent without warning — Nightingale had caught the change in her expression a half-second before it turned critical, recognizing the signs of a magic power bite. Incredible, given how diligently Lucia practiced, given that she had deliberately depleted her reserves before the Day of Adulthood. It shouldn’t have happened.

Agatha had a solution before anyone else finished understanding the problem.

As a former member of the Union, she had watched countless witches awaken. She moved quickly: Spear summoned the magic power channel and drew the bite out of Lucia’s body, transferring it to Anna, who had the capacity to hold it. The Sigil of God’s Will absorbed what remained.

What no one had anticipated was what happened next.

The released magic power lit all four God’s Stones simultaneously. Anna, without hesitation, discharged the Sigil into the open air.

The town was flooded with gold.

The light pierced through the castle wall and climbed into the sky. The thick winter clouds above Border Town caught it and scattered it in thousands of threads, each one burning against the dark in a way that was genuinely, irrationally beautiful. It lasted only moments. It looked like something that belonged to a different kind of story entirely.

Lucia was safe. She had come through with a new ability crystallized — a High Awakening, the same as Anna’s a year before.

But it was eight o’clock in the evening when it happened. Most of the town was still awake.

Roland sat down, rubbed his face, and started waiting for the door to knock.

It knocked almost immediately.

“Director Barov is asking to see Your Highness.”

“Send him in.”

Barov crossed the threshold looking like a man who had not slept. The dark circles under his eyes confirmed it. He skipped the formal greeting entirely.

“Your Highness. What happened last night? There was daylight in the sky. At night.”

He was direct about it, at least. Roland gestured to the chair across the table and poured tea without being asked.

“Sit down. Drink something first.”

He explained the situation briefly — Lucia’s Day of Adulthood, the unexpected magic bite, the intervention that resolved it. “It was an accident. No one was hurt, except the castle wall.”

Barov’s frown deepened. “The people will not interpret it that way. Miss Nana’s healing — that they accepted. They see it as beneficial, harmless. But this—” He shook his head. “Destroying a castle wall and lighting up the night sky like sunrise. That’s a different category.”

“Which is why I have a solution.” Roland set down his cup. “Have your men spread the following: the golden light last night was His Highness capturing lightning — in preparation for bringing electric light to the town.”

Barov stared at him. “What?”

“I’m building power supply equipment in Border Town. It produces light by the same principle as lightning.” Roland was aware he was being technically imprecise in ways Barov had no framework to follow. He kept going. “The story is consistent with what people will see when the work is finished. Let the rumors align with the truth in advance.”

“Can you actually make lightning?”

“It’s everywhere already. We’re just directing it.” He waved a hand. “The phrasing should remain appropriately vague. You know how to spread a story so it shapes discussion without committing to specifics. Apply that.”

After Barov left, Karl Van Bate arrived — the Minister of Construction, already thinking about logistics before he sat down.

“Your Highness, regarding last night—”

“I know. Sit.”

Karl, to his credit, absorbed the explanation without visible alarm and simply nodded. “Anna has become remarkably powerful.”

“The intervention was well-timed,” Roland agreed. “Any longer and it might not have been just the wall.”

“The gaps—”

“Brick fill, before nightfall. Lightning and Hummingbird can assist with the heavier work. Soraya can restore the surface appearance afterward.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Then Carter Lannis, wanting to know if anyone was hurt. Then Iron Axe, wanting to know if the light had been caused by a demonic attack. Then Kyle Sichi — whose concern turned out to be a question about comparative destructive yield between the Sigil of God’s Will and nitroglycerin, which Roland answered with less patience than it deserved, and filed away to address later from a more rested position.

By the time the last of them left he had explained the incident five distinct times to five distinct sets of anxieties. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

The door knocked.

“Come in.”

Tilly Wimbledon stepped into the office and looked at him.

“I’m not here about the light,” she said. “I already know what happened — I asked Anna before I came.”

Roland straightened. “All right. What are you here about?”

Tilly settled into the chair across from him with the particular composure of someone who had been thinking carefully and wanted to be precise. “I’m concerned about the cause. According to what Agatha and I know, a witch who practices regularly and releases her magic power before her Day of Adulthood should not develop a magic bite. It simply shouldn’t happen — we haven’t seen it among the witches on Sleeping Island, not once.” She paused. “As for the High Awakening itself — that doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been watching remarkable things happen in this town since I arrived.” A small, dry smile. “Several per day, it seems.”

Roland almost said that’s an exaggeration and stopped himself. He opened the desk drawer and withdrew a document, a transcript he had kept precisely for this kind of conversation.

“I have a preliminary theory about why Lucia was the exception,” he said. He held it out to her. “This may be the answer.”

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