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“All is not lost, your majesty!” If the atmosphere around my council chambers could get any brighter, it would have with Nefion's bright shinning smile. The lord who was obsessed with every kinds of knowledge, a trait that had earned him the position of keeper of the royal archives, had been beaming since my return to Leif. There was definitely no doubt that he’d heard all there was to hear about Xatis and had probably worked out what all this could mean. I also had no doubt that he’d done so by digging and searching every book he could over the matter. But as much as I appreciated Nefion's efforts, enthusiasm and his unwavering support in my quest for revenge, I loathed it too. I hated how he could simply move past the great loss to have fallen over Leif and get this excited over some ne