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Chapter 755: Crisis Management

Barov and Scroll walked into Roland’s office together. “Your Majesty—we have the statistical analysis of the accident.”

“What exactly happened?” Roland asked.

“Fortunately, no one was killed. Six students were injured: three sustained fractures fleeing the classroom, two lost their hearing from the deafening explosion, and one was severely burned. Miss Nana has treated all of them.” Roland let out a slow breath. “It occurred during a lunch break,” Scroll added. “When the teachers in the office heard the noise, Ferlin Eltek immediately organized the students to evacuate. He told them it was the First Army on maneuver—soldiers simulating a counterattack—and ordered the students to calm down and cooperate. He successfully contained the panic in every class except class six, whose students had witnessed the awakening directly. All the injured Barov mentioned were from that class.”

Roland gave Ferlin his praise at once. Morning Light indeed. To invoke the prestige of the First Army as a means of restoring order—it had dramatically reduced the accident’s impact. As long as the right remedial measures followed, most people wouldn’t come to associate a witch’s awakening with something dangerous.

The newly awakened witch herself had done what she could to restrain her power, and that restraint had kept the accident from becoming a disaster. The thunderclap had been caused by an electric arc striking the metal window bolt—like a close lightning strike, very loud, not especially destructive. Agatha had arrived at the school within minutes and frozen the fire at its source, saving the main teaching building. Even so, Roland intended to replace the older wooden buildings with reinforced concrete before the next academic year—accidents like this would happen again.

“What remedial measures are we going to take, Your Majesty?” Barov asked.

Roland tapped his desk. “What do you think?”

The City Hall chief considered briefly. “Two things require our attention. First, the cause of the students’ fight. Based on our investigation, it was a dispute between children from the Southern Territory and the Eastern Region, over whether the Eastern Region was the home of the rebel king—since Valencia is Timothy’s domain, and Valencia has not yet surrendered. Children can only know these things if their parents discuss them at home. To prevent such disputes from recurring, I suggest we punish the parents of the offending children and prohibit discussion of Timothy within the city.”

“You can proceed with the punishment.” Roland left the prohibition for later.

“The second point: how to prevent a witch’s awakening from causing harm to the public. Whatever decision you make about this specific accident, Your Majesty, I suggest we enshrine a preventative measure in law, to avoid the question of precedent in future cases.”

Roland said nothing. He gave Barov a glance instead—and noticed with quiet satisfaction how much the man had changed. These two years as City Hall chief had sharpened him. He was no longer merely a treasurer’s assistant; he could now find the root of a brawl among schoolchildren. That was real growth.

But Barov’s thinking still had limits. The times were different now—a strong central authority had begun to replace the old feudal order, and City Hall wielded far more power than it once did. Writing the king’s decision into law could not guarantee compliance. When a law ran against the grain of popular feeling, it could sow the seeds of rebellion instead of preventing them. A hidden crisis of that kind would surface eventually and grow into something thorny.

“What do you think?” Roland looked at Scroll.

“I have a different view, Your Majesty. Most of Neverwinter’s subjects have come from different regions of Graycastle, and they carry different beliefs with them. If we prohibit all disputes, the law will become too sprawling to manage. I believe guiding people toward right judgment—teaching them to recognize what is fair and what is not—would work better in the long run than prohibition.”

Scroll paused, gathering her thoughts. “As for Barov’s second point, I suggest consulting Miss Agatha. Taquila has accumulated long experience managing accidents caused by witches’ awakenings, and that knowledge would be more valuable than anything City Hall can invent.”

Roland lifted his teacup and took a slow sip.

He agreed with Scroll on guiding public opinion. Compared to a blanket prohibition, targeted guidance was both more effective and more humane. The disputes between citizens of different regions were simpler than the nationalist feuds he remembered from his previous world—these people had never been infected by that kind of sentiment. They could accept without great difficulty the idea that everyone in Graycastle, and in the other kingdoms, was fundamentally the same. He resolved to handle the students who had done the bullying leniently, and to incorporate his view of shared humanity into the city’s teaching materials: all his subjects were honest people; a small number of rebels with ulterior motives did not contaminate the innocent.

The harder problem was the witches’ relationship with common people.

He wanted witches to be seen as part of society, not as an isolated class—but witches were genuinely different from common people, and closing that distance would be the work of human history, not a single policy. He couldn’t solve it today. He would follow Scroll’s suggestion and learn from Taquila’s centuries of experience before doing anything else.

“Let’s treat the fight as an ordinary student dispute,” Roland said at last. “The boy who struck the girl with a chair receives verbal criticism and pays her medical expenses. The Witch Union will cover the medical costs for the other injured students in class six. City Hall should repair the teaching building as quickly as possible and reopen the school.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“For the broader remedial measures—Scroll’s approach. Guidance, not prohibition. I’ll draft a plan for you.” He exhaled. “And the witch—”

“Her name is Sharon, Your Majesty. Do you wish to meet her?”

“No. Let her rest and recover. Ask Wendy to visit her and explain the basic situation of the Witch Union.”

“Understood.”

After Barov and Scroll left, Roland sent for Agatha and Phyllis.

Before she had even taken a seat, Agatha said, “Your Majesty, I need to tell you something. The awakenings of witches in Neverwinter don’t seem right.”

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