Inside the hotel. Pre-bookings echoed through the air. "ROOM TWENTY-THREE CONFIRMED!"
"MERCHANT GUILD—THIRD FLOOR!"
"NOBLE SUITE—READY!"
Names checked. Mana seals verified. Receptionists moved like clockwork.bNearby hotel theme food stalls overflowed with customers, while inside the hotel, guests wandered in wide-eyed disbelief.bAgro was so busy that—The capital felt empty. Less nobles. Less workers. Less noise.
Everyone was here. The Agro Mage Tower nearly collapsed from demand. We employed ten additional mages, and even that barely helped. Teleportation circles flared every minute—people arriving, leaving, sending goods, sending messages.
Evelyn? I barely saw her. She moved like lightning, robes swishing, hair tied up, barked orders, solved arcane equations mid-stride. Every time I spotted her, she was already gone.
My father and Holland were stationed permanently with the nobles and VIP guests—smiling, negotiating, explaining, politely refusing unreasonable demands.
