Chapitre 109: It Commands

"The information would be appreciated," Meilyr nodded. 

A howl of agony echoed inside the office, but when he turned, he saw nothing but a couple of scattered magi waiting in a disorderly line. 

Aquila closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasant breeze as he slumped back in his chair. "Foreign or unaffiliated magi usually have two options. The first one would be the Electus Major in Prima Victoria. Representatives from every order of the Ennead will be there, ready to sponsor those with high potential."

Meilyr lowered his head, seriously considering the implications. 

The Sethian Divine Capital was the crux of the Empire, a mighty monument showcasing its power and ideals. The Novem Dona, the nine principles reigning over the nation, glorified human notions that didn't align with his perception of safety and, as such, could prove troublesome for two peculiar-looking travelers.