A week passed and neither the queen nor lord Lazaram suffered any consequences of their actions despite all the accusations they faced after the missing modern artifact was found intact amongst the cluttered bag of lord Lazaram himself.
And to further signify the lack of progress, the approval of Zoemi inheriting both the title and the territory of Banemor was just as far away as it was seven days prior.
There were things that did change, however – for example, Zoemi's relationship with Benevirau, the water sage who kept on guarding the territory against ever being taken by someone outside the Banemor line.
"Grandpa... what am I supposed to do with father? I want to help him out, but he is really stubborn and doesn't want anyone to get involved... it kind of sucks because I am his son, right? I know that I was adopted, but still..."
The black-haired boy complained in a sulky voice.
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