Chapter 29

Wiyzh-Sybylle Landia.

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Imperial Palace,

Beatrix room.

The little girl whose hair was packed in four ponytails, body bare of any jewellery, attired in a knee-length down made of the finest silk and bare-footed, abruptly rose from the chair that she was seated on. Her maid, a tall, green-haired teenager who was dressed in a blue long floral gown and also barefooted, quickly knelt. She also let go of the mirror she was holding with both hands and it started levitating. "Easy, my princess," she said in a low tone, with her head bowed and her hands across her chest.

"It's... " the princess heaved a sigh, "Don't mind me, Cordelia. It's okay." Beatrix replied with a facepalm.

The large ruby-coloured mirror was a special one used by royalty to watch an event live from its source without being found out. She knew only werewolves had access to the direct streaming of the triennial contest but she found a way to