“Good day, Your Highness,” she adjusted her glasses, a rare display of courtesy, “I didn’t expect to see you at the Tower of Babel.”

“I’ve had some free time recently, so I thought I’d check on Hendrik’s progress.”

Evora casually blew on her nails, “We were just discussing you — actually, the production of the second-generation floating cannon is much slower than I anticipated.”

Ravenna furrowed her brows slightly, “The actual production is coordinated with the Alchemy Association, what does it have to do with us?”

“But the Alchemy Association claims that the design itself has inherent flaws that prevent mass production.”

The princess’s eyes narrowed slightly, her crimson lashes fluttering like sparks, causing the temperature in the office to rise significantly.

“That’s impossible,” Ravenna responded without any hesitation, “I had a plan for the mass production model of the Hummingbird before I even started building the independent units. There are no flaws, they’re just using it as an excuse to delay production.”

“That’s something you should consider.”

Evora stood up, her dress, which seemed to be ablaze, radiated a blindingly bright color, symbolizing the authority and indifference of those in power.

“If it weren’t for me, the Tower of Babel would have disbanded hundreds of times over. They’re intentionally delaying production? Find the reason and make them produce honestly. Do you expect me to solve everything for you?”

“What I want to see is not the reason for the problem, but the problem being solved.”

Hendrik Rundell, the second director of the Tower of Babel, immediately responded, “You’re right, Your Highness, we’ll find a solution as soon as possible, so you won’t be distracted.”

“As soon as possible?”

The Elder Princess repeated Hendrick’s words.

“…What I mean is, within seven days, we will solve the problem of the Hummingbird’s mass production.”

“Very well,” the woman nodded in satisfaction, “Seven days later, the reward that the Tower of Babel deserves will arrive as scheduled.” freeweɓnovel.cm

Just as Evora was about to disappear in a burst of flames, Ravenna suddenly spoke up:

“Your Highness, I have a request.”

“Oh?”

Evora, whose dress was already aflame, turned around and looked at Ravenna with interest, “A request, it’s rare to hear you say that. Let’s hear it.”

“The Etheric Academy has invited Hydral… I mean the younger one, to visit. You should know about this.”

“What’s the problem?”

Evora chuckled, “In the field of traditional sorcery, you’re far behind the Etheric Academy. Although Ansel is Flamelle’s son, he has no interest in alchemy. Is it strange for him to visit the Etheric Academy?”

When Evora mentioned that “he has no interest in alchemy,” Ravenna’s eyes twitched slightly.

“You can understand it as,” she didn’t answer directly, but expressed her thoughts with a poker face, “I won’t let the Etheric Academy off easily.”

Hendrik covered his forehead in exasperation, while Evora, after a brief pause, burst into hearty laughter:

“Hahaha, good, that’s a good reason! I don’t like those old bugs either, and the mouse I hate the most is close to them.”

“Approved.”

The Elder Princess raised her chin arrogantly, “I can give you a reason to interfere, but in return… I won’t tolerate failure.”

“There’s no such possibility, Your Highness,” Ravenna calmly adjusted her glasses.

“Heh, your confidence is as annoying as ever, Ravenna.”

Evora scrutinized her for a while, then suddenly revealed a contemptuous smile:

“By the way, your desire to interfere with Hydral’s visit tomorrow, is it really just because you don’t want to let the Etheric Academy off?”

Seeing the silent blue-haired woman, the haughty Elder Princess sneered:

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. Ansel probably just played with you out of boredom three years ago, you didn’t take that seriously, did you?”

“Ravenna Ziegler, know your place.”

With a disdainful toss of her words, Evora vanished into thin air, her form dissolving into a spectacle of fireworks.

Only after the swift and decisive princess had departed for a good three or four seconds did the dean, Hendrik, let out a sigh he had been holding back.

“Ravenna, what are you planning this time?”

“…I’ve told you.”

Ravenna, who seemed to have just come back to her senses, murmured, “I won’t let the Etheric Academy off easily.”

“We don’t have the capital to confront them head-on right now.”

“That’s why I borrowed the momentum of that arrogant princess.”

The woman spoke without expression, “Although her personality is as unbearable as mine, her initiative is equally impeccable. Her reasons will be sufficient, I just need to show up and let the Etheric Academy lose face.”

Her tone didn’t waver in the slightest, as if challenging this academic authority that had stood for hundreds of years was a task without difficulty.

Hendrik rubbed his temples, “I know you never do anything unprepared… well, who made you one of our directions forward?”

He smiled at Ravenna, as the leader of an organization, he was not angry at his subordinate’s audacious behavior, he did not scold Ravenna’s madness, but instead encouraged, “Just tell us what materials and help you need, maybe this is also an opportunity.”

Ravenna looked at her leader with an idiotic gaze, “The event starts tomorrow, what help can you provide in one day? It’s more useful than letting me waste time on mediocrity.”

“Here we go again.” Hendrick couldn’t help but chuckle, “Who is it that always throws her meticulously prepared, dozens or even hundreds of pages of analysis, as handouts for mediocrities to read themselves? Trying to teach a class isn’t a bad thing, Ravenna.”

“Because those who can understand those things are not mediocre.”

Ravenna’s tone didn’t waver, she glanced at Hendrik, “Knowledge and truth only reveal themselves to those with talent, you should raise the admission threshold of the Tower of Babel, Hendrik.”

With that, she turned and left the office, her purple eyes under her glasses, gleaming with a cold metallic light.

In that almost data-like flicker, there was no room for any superfluous emotions.

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