An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news.

Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.

The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.

These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence.

Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.

Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at the entrance.

exaggeration to say that any one of them held more power and

some important day or something? Why else would

him. His earlier surge of confidence had

significant standing. But compared

the time, he merely showed up to stay on their radar, played the game, and made sure they remembered his name.

the castle were tightly shut, and everyone was waiting anxiously outside. Several first-ranking officials occasionally peered through the narrow gaps in the door, but the

here forever. Does he really plan on keeping us all waiting?” Warrick

here under this blazing sun is giving me

at home today and isn’t taking visitors.

Why aren’t