The wrong people became impossible to erase the moment the room learned their names.
The wrong people were only wrong because the story had never bothered to count them.
Chapter one hundred should have felt like a milestone.
In another life, a player might have counted progress with levels, flags cleared, items gained, and routes bent.
In this life, progress looked like a burned hand, a frightened servant, a saintess losing patience, and an academy learning new ways to say disposable without using the word.
By morning, Astral Zenith had three versions of the story.
In the first version, Cedric Valdrake had arrogantly broken an ethics review because he refused to accept public judgment.
That version belonged to the Gold-tier nobles who disliked the idea that a servant might have value beyond holding doors.
In the second version, Cedric Valdrake had protected his team with unusual strategic logic and accidentally exposed a flaw in the academy's review system.
