New Hall

The number "twenty" echoed in Emery's mind—far more than he'd anticipated.

Despite his reservations, Emery knew he didn't hold the power to admit additional acolytes into the Magus Academy. Getting the four Earth acolytes accepted last year required significant leverage from the deputy headmaster. The thought of accommodating twenty more acolytes felt daunting, almost impossible.

Sensing his hesitation, the queen leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a persuasion. "Twenty acolytes," she repeated, her voice steady. "That means twenty research samples. I'll even provide you with one of our experts to assist with your project."

Emery exhaled deeply, the weight of the request settling on his shoulders.

He explained his limitations, expecting the queen to understand the political intricacies involved. But instead, she chuckled softly, her confidence unwavering.