Night had fallen by the time Gramm finished handling the paperwork required for all the candidates' travel.
He now had to prepare the arrangements for the second trial, but before diving into that task, one matter remained.
To obtain a special authorization, Gramm found himself knocking on one of the Regent's palace doors.
"Come in."
The butler's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Crossing the threshold, he saw the Regent seated at a piano, while one of her butlers was preparing tea.
"Your Grace," Gramm greeted.
"A cup of tea?" the Regent offered, walking toward a table in the corner of the room.
Gramm, unable to refuse, took a seat across from her.
After the tea was served and they both had taken a sip, the Regent broke the silence.
"I assume your time is far too valuable for you to be having tea with me without a reason."
Wasting no time, Gramm placed eleven files on the coffee table.
Without even glancing at them, the Regent asked, curious:
