"...Why have you summoned me, Your Majesty?" Morgana asked with a faint smile tugging at her lips. "As you know, my students are fighting in the arena right now..."
"I am well aware," Althera nodded with a weary sigh. "The truth is, Barok angered me so greatly that I acted without much thought—I ended up sending a messenger to bring you here. Only afterward did I realize that today is none other than the Students' War... and Barok chose this very day to chase after his own petty interests, abandoning his disciples to fend for themselves. Typical of him, really."
"Does such a man truly deserve to upset you, Your Majesty?" Morgana's smile deepened, calm yet edged with disdain. "The gulf between a Royal Soul Master and a Monarch is not one that can be bridged with ease. Even if he managed to climb to the third star as he desires, he would still be unworthy of polishing your boots, let alone standing in your presence."
