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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

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The Reception at the Imperial Palace I

"We do have a small problem, Lady Lilith."

Arthur's gaze immediately became more serious.

"Hmm... What is it?"

"Adall has to attend a reception in Astraveth in 2 days."

Silence!

"Astraveth? No, that's out of the question! Forget it! There is no way I'll be done with everything I have planned in just two days. Plus, the technique is a one-time use. I can't reactivate it if I release Adall from his sleep."

"That complicates things... The reward from that fat slob isn't the most important thing right now. But if it's revealed that in addition to rejecting the Windsors, Adall also misses the party held in his honor without a good reason, public opinion might turn against him in the future."

"Indeed, we will need public opinion on our side for our plans to succeed."

Silence filled the room again as Lilith observed herself in the mirror on the wall in front of her, striking different poses to better highlight her beauty.