Upon hearing those blunt words, Leina's and Glarvic's faces darkened.
Yet this time, Glarvic did not erupt as he normally would. He remained composed and ordered, "Leina, prepare the contract."
Leina nodded slowly and left the parlor. A short while later, she returned, carrying a stack of papers in both hands.
"Here is the contract, Your Majesty," she said respectfully, setting it on the table.
Glarvic took it, skimmed through it, and then handed it to Nolan.
"Here is the contract, Prince Nolan. Please read it first."
As Nolan reached for it, Sylvia's voice cut through the tension.
"Wait! I have something to ask, Prince Nolan!"
Nolan, Sharon, Cassiopeia, and Draco were taken aback and instinctively turned to look at her.
Glarvic remained calm, his eyes fixed on Sylvia with quiet curiosity.
"What is it you wish to say, Tower Master Sylvia?" Nolan asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
