Witch of the Throne
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The lady swayed the floating book in front of her and stared directly at him, "Once again, you did not make an effort to be back at the palace on time. You were involved in a death case, and even though you were proven innocent, you are now under the Academia's radar which is undesirable for both of us in every possible ways. When all's said and done, this is the sanction you and I have agreed to execute should you commit any type of misconduct, am I being understood?"
"Y-Yes,” he surrendered.
"Here it is . . read this page now — without putting those books down, if you’d be so kind.”
Her newly opened book turned into Tristan’s sweaty and fatigued face.
“This is a compilation of unsolved mysteries this past century, annually revised and released in volumes by the Academia’s Department of Investigation. If their reputation does match their competence, I assume they are already considering the relevance of this one.”
Tristan narrowed his eyes to focus his shaking vision, “T-The Midnight Carver . . .” he recited, reading the elegantly flourished title line on the topmost part of the page.