Creating any magical item, no matter its size, is a significant undertaking, primarily due to the amount of mana needed to give the item its form and purpose. Also, it wasn't easy to create something like regalia to be used by someone other than the one who made it, mainly because of the kind of regalia. Lanthim would need to suppress Syrelia's Cognitive abilities, which would require a significant amount of her mana to work correctly.

Regalia, being personal devices that can increase aspects of one's physical, mental, and mana manipulation abilities, meant simply making one as a present and expecting it even to work as it was intended to be almost impossible. But, it would be difficult to proceed as things were now, so Lanthim began creating what he thought he would need or at least what would likely succeed since Lanthim had never tried creating regalia for another, and there were few examples of such things happening in earlier history all he could do was make the thing and hoped it worked.

He did not begin this work, however, with any intention of leaving the work half-finished, so until he knew the regalia was functioning within his required parameters, mostly that her abilities were suppressed to an unacceptable amount, he would only leave then. The first order of business would be to acquire something small enough that he could create the regalia, then place it inside her body so it could not be removed until she could control her abilities.

Finding something that met these criteria in his mind was easy once he realized that he would need an item the size of a small coin or about 3 centimetres in diameter for the regalia to be small enough for his use. The problem then becomes placing the needed sequences on something small and then providing it with the required mana.

Looking at the coin he had acquired, Lanthim removed much of the inscriptions and the face of the empress that had been placed on it. Leaving a blank round chunk of metal.

'What a pain, figuring this little problem out will be interesting.'

Sitting in the gardens with a gentle breeze on his face, Lanthim had the coin in his hand with a small sewing needle to inscribe the magic sequences that would comprise the regalia. As one would suspect, this process was highly time-consuming and required continuous mana use. Mainly because the needle would be handled by mana to ensure consistency, and it was easier this way. The only downside was the unending boredom that resulted from this process.

The regalia was simple in its sequences; the most important was the mana channelling blockers that sustained the mana flow but reduced the amount interacting with the brain. Regarding any mental ability like reading minds, telepathic communication, etc. It was almost always caused by changes to the brain by increased mana interaction. Precognitive abilities sat on the end of that scale, so if one could lessen the interaction, the frequency and duration of viewing could be reduced if not completely suppressed.

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Lanthim optimistically hoped for the latter of these. Still, he would have to find a way to test if it would even work in the first place. Days passed slowly; holding the coin now finished in his hand, Lanthim sat in one of the many sitting rooms in the northern wing of the estate. He felt exhausted from the mana required to finish his work. He just sat looking at the coin.

"Ah, brother is here."

A child's voice came from the other side of the door. Having nearly fallen asleep, Lanthim adjusted his seat before the door opened. A little girl in a blue dress came through the door, followed by her caretaker. Harvalyn looked as if she hadn't slept the night before; not that physically one could tell, but Lanthim could sense it.

'Syralia had another nightmare last night.'

He thought to himself, disturbed by the exhaustion felt by both of them. His sister looked cute as can be in that blue dress. Her hair had been done nicely, and she carried herself as if everything was fine.

"Lia, come sit with me a moment. I have something to give you."

He spoke calmly with a smile; Syrelia, happy to please her big brother, did as she was asked. To Harvalyn, however, this had always been strange to her, like Lanthim's second caretaker, Felyma, who had served many families before coming to work here. In every other instance, regardless of age, the daughters would always remind their brothers of where they sat in the order of things. After coming here, though, he could see an extreme shift from such thinking, with the young master able to manipulate mana on a level she had not seen since her academy days. Her distrust of him and his actions was not unfounded.

"Young master, may I ask what you intend to do with your sister?"

She asked the boy in front of her.

"I intend to stop her nightmares."

Spoke Lanthim as he placed the coin, still in his hand, against Syrelia's neck just behind her ear. Her mana reacted almost as soon as the coin touched her flesh. Slowly, the regalia began to take in mana. A faint glow could be seen from the magic sequences as they interacted with it.

"Brother, something feels strange."

Spoke Syrelia as she moved her head a little, trying to understand the sensation.

"It is nothing serious; just wait a little longer."

Lanthim's reassuring, calm voice filled the child; a feeling of security was sensed, so he continued. Eventually, after about ten minutes and a very unhappy one-year-old, they had finished. By this time, the coin had been completely dismantled by the massive amounts of mana going through it, and all that was left was the regalia. It would work much like his own, meaning it would not require an activation mechanism to be activated.

"There we are all done now."

Lanthim had a look on his face the screamed, "I'm so damn tired."

Regardless, he endured and passed his sister over to Harvalyn.

"I hope you will both be able to sleep well tonight."

He said as he left the room with a smile.

Making his way to his rooms, the fatigue of using as much mana as he had been began to take its toll. He lay on the bed, feeling he had accomplished all that needed to be done, and then slowly fell asleep.