The news spread through the Imperial City like wildfire in no time, what happened in the Origin Medical Hall.
By the time the sun tilted westward, there was hardly a single teahouse, tavern, or noble residence that did not whisper the same name.
Zora.
The girl who had once been mocked as a waste.
The girl who had once been driven out of the General's Residence like garbage.
Now she had, in full public view, broken Icarus's arm and declared that the Origin Medical Hall would never sell a single potion to the General's Residence again.
That single act was like a thunderclap striking the aristocratic world.
Those who had long harbored resentment toward General Helius secretly applauded. Those who had once ridiculed Zora now swallowed their words in stunned silence. Those who merely watched from the sidelines could not help but sigh at the irony of fate.
In the eyes of many officials who had never gotten along with General Helius, the matter was almost laughable.
