The moment the door clicked shut behind Blanca and Finnian, the atmosphere in the office shifted so abruptly it was almost violent.
Sykelion straightened immediately, all traces of earlier "death by cringe" gone as if it had been a highly inconvenient rumor.
He adjusted his posture, cleared his throat once, and transformed back into the composed aide everyone pretended he always was.
"After gathering information about Miss Blanca," he began, all business now, "the only solid data I've found is that she is currently enrolled at the Imperial Artificers Academy and is the proprietor of Crimson Snow Atelier. No family records, no registered address, nothing traceable. Even the Frostine lineage only lists her as an isolated entry."
Vesphyr didn't respond right away. Instead, he tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest of his chair.
"...That's strange."
"Indeed." Sykelion agreed. "Your Grace, do you want me to assign someone to—"
