Another week of training and lack of any progress with both the search for the Ghosts and the inheritance process passed, leaving Zoemi in a rather complicated mood.
By that time even Benevirau started getting pissed off about the stubbornness of the nobles stopping the completion of late lord Banemor's will and ended up going to the capital two days earlier to have a serious talk with them all, leaving Zoemi to housesit on his own.
Well – Zoemi, as he was now, should not actually count as ever being alone – the sentinels in his shadow always ready to teleport him away at the sight of threat that he could not stand up and the unique shadow of Ludier Galamroze living in the boy's mind were the best examples of that.
Although they weren't the only ones.
For example, ten of Zoemi's puppets were working hard to keep the mansion and the garden in perfect order.
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