Morrigan bowed slightly to him after sending his prayers before saying “Thank you for your words of kindness, Archbishop Ozgard. Is there anyone else that likes to volunteer?”

After she just said that, a man in blue raised his hand slightly in the air.

“Ah, Headmaster Maud. Like to offer your say as well?”

“Indeed, Princess.”

He stood up from his chair and began to walk to the king with a cane in his left hand. Maud’s cane slaps on the surface of the hard floor with every step he takes.

The Scholars of Miraziva. There were only five in that group, however, unlike the Church of Bouzun, whose members have their hood up, their faces were uncovered, revealing their faces to the public.

The man looks a bit younger than Ozgard, but he looks around in his mid-fifties with gray strands coming out from his deep blue hair.

He stops in front of the king and kneels.

“I’ve only known the queen for years during our training in my school, My Ligue.”

“Ah, yes. Miraziva's Mages Academy. I remembered that she mentioned that place.”

“Indeed. We were only classmates back when we were in our youths and she was struggling to cast magic. We helped each other from the years until she mastered and moved to another country after graduating. Judging what Archbishop Ozgard had said, I’m assuming that she went with you on adventures and then married at one point. I could’ve been there on the day of the marriage, but as headmaster, it’s my duty to take care of the students at my school in the art of sorcery.”

Maud sighed and looked down, giving an expression of melancholy.

“But my biggest regret was not seeing her and seeing her smile one last time. There were many things that I wanted to say and I want to pay her back with the things that she helped me with. But alas, I was too late.”

“Don’t fret, my friend. I’m sure that she will forgive you from the heavens.”

“That may be true, but my only regret was that I didn’t get to say ‘thank you’ to her.”

Maud’s peach lips were quivering. He was trying his best not to feel sad, trying not to shed a tear. But even so, he is mentally heartbroken and felt like the burden was on him.

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Trying to regain his composure, Maud slowly breathed in and calmly exhaled.

“But that time has passed, and to show you how deeply connected we are and to further continue with our alliance, I had gifts made.”

With a snap of his finger, he summons forth three of his students that have been standing and brought something for the royal family. Two of the students carried a seven-feet long large case with one student holding it on each end and placed it on the floor flat. They opened the case and what was inside revealed a long jagged sword. It looked similar to a Chiljido, however, it had eight spikes—four on each side—on the blade instead of the usual six back in Japan.

“A replica of the legendary blade wielded by the Overlord himself. The Star Destroyer. We made this blade made out of Orichalcum and we had it magically enhanced to be more powerful and sturdier than an ordinary blade can handle. It’s almost a one-to-one replication of the real blade itself.”

The attendants watched in awe as they glanced at the luxurious craft of that blade. They were fascinated and the guests made a resounding ooo’s almost as if they were looking at a luxurious overpriced car that cost about thousands of dollars in a game show.

“I see. I must thank you for this gift you brought to me. And what of the other one?”

Briomaar points at the third student that Maud had called. He carries a small rectangular box held in front of him. Maud lowered his body and responded to his question with “That one is for your daughter” as he commanded his student with a wave of his two fingers and the student approached Sheri and kneeled.

She rolled her emerald-colored eyes at the student as he opened the lid and inside was a gold necklace with seven different colored jewels in the face of it on top of a small pillow. She glances for a bit before she rolls her eyes to the side.

“I’ve heard that you were very proficient in magic. You have taken a lot after your mother and that’s a wonderful gift to have. This necklace will help you master all of the elements that are in it.”

“Looks…lovely.”

She thanked him in a very soft tone as she looked down. From the sound of it, she was genuinely thankful for the gift that she received. But from the look of her expression, she was not amused. Sheri had a saddened look on her face ever since she entered the room with her father and sister.

She was not sad because she was disappointed with the gift that she had received. She was sad because the person who was important to her life had passed away. It was still all too sudden; it was so much to take in that she could barely cope with her death.

“She needed some moments to process this. It takes some time for her to get used to after what happened to my wife. But it was very thoughtful of you to give a gift to her. Here, let Morrigan hold on to it.”

“Understood.”

Morrigan approached the scholar and he gave the box with the necklace inside to her. The scholar bowed one last time before he returned to the group.

“I’d like to thank you, Headmaster Maud. It has always been a great pleasure meeting one of my wife’s old colleagues.”

“As to you, My King.”

With the support of his cane, he lifts off from the floor and returns to his chair that he sat before.