Council of Owls [2]

Born with a silver spoon, Irene had a natural fondness for wealth.

Surprisingly, she wasn't reckless with it. She had a sense of market trends and financial strategy.

Though her obsession with wealth wasn't entirely her fault. It was the result of her stigmata. Or perhaps, considering the nature of stigmatas, the other way around?

「Eye of Midas」

She could see the "value" of everything—living or non-living. People, objects, and even intangible concepts all had a "worth" that only she could see.

"Here it is, Princess Irene," Zia said, handing over the invitation.

"Good work. You may rest now, Zia."

"Understood," Zia bowed her head before quietly leaving the room.

Irene unfolded the replicated invitation and scanned the contents.

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To His Imperial Highness, Franz Barielle Aetherion,

It is with the utmost respect and discretion that we extend this invitation to the Imperial Prince himself.

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