The moment Lia returned to the mansion, she began announcing news about Victor to her family and the outside world.
The Clevina family has found Victor's body and held a hasty burial.
Furthermore, although Victor passed away, Lia, who was rightfully the heir to the family headship, chose to decline the position.
It is said that he plans to guard Victor's grave for ten years before considering inheriting the family headship.
This news naturally seems somewhat strange to outsiders.
However, for the Clavner family, the presence or absence of a patriarch would not affect Lydia's ability to govern and control the family's affairs.
Within a day, the news spread rapidly throughout Brighton.
Victor's death plunged the residents of Braxton into a dazed and bewildered state.
Almost everyone was filled with disbelief.
Of course, there was also a hint of indescribable joy mixed in with it.
For the residents of Braxton, Victor Clavner was a fearsome figure.
His name is like an ominous sign.
After all, if this guy is unhappy, he might even kick a dog on the street.
Although his behavior has changed somewhat in the past six months, and his reputation has improved slightly.
However, the long-standing negative impression made the residents believe that his changes were merely superficial.
Therefore, when they heard about Viktor's mysterious death, the oppressive feeling in their hearts instantly dissipated.
Some people even celebrated silently in their hearts.
However, upon further reflection, many people fell silent.
Was Victor's death really a good thing for Braxton and the entire Empire?
...
"After you deliver the vanilla to the palace, don't forget to send these letters out as well."
At this moment, Lia, dressed in a black fur coat that reached below her knees, stood at the entrance of the mansion.
Her long sleeves reached her wrists, and the hem of her robe gently brushed against her fair and delicate calves.
She handed Leon several delicate letters sealed with red ink.
The envelope had a faint minty scent and was stamped with the Clevner family crest.
Leon put on a half-mask, covering half of her face, and extended her hands, accepting the envelope with a mixture of respect and doubt.
"Miss Liya, these letters are to be delivered to...?"
"One was sent to Princess Aurelian, and the other to Duke Revy."
Leah looked at the last letter in Leon's hand and couldn't help but sigh.
"Give the last letter to Heni, who is still in the capital."
After the terrible war of calamity, the capital city was in dire need of reconstruction, so many mages were summoned to assist.
They are extremely busy every day.
The construction of the capital was a massive undertaking, and every monk bore an extremely heavy burden.
Even Cocot was only called back after Lydia specifically asked for permission.
Even Henney, an associate professor at the college, had to go and help.
However... the news of Viktor's disappearance clearly made Henney uneasy for quite some time.
Lia understood the deep feelings Henne had for Victor.
But since Henney's background was pitiful, Lia always tacitly allowed Victor to keep her at home.
She could also tell that this teaching assistant only secretly liked Viktor from afar, and only dared to think about anything else.
In conclusion, this junior teaching assistant poses no threat.
Thinking of this, Liya rubbed her temples and muttered to herself somewhat guiltily:
"No... what am I thinking?"
Leon, who was standing nearby, noticed Leah's unusual behavior and asked her with concern:
"Miss Lia, what's wrong?"
"No, I'm fine."
Lia coughed lightly, shook her head, and regained her composure.
It's necessary to tell Heni that Victor is temporarily unable to return to the human world from the underworld.
But she also had to be careful not to tell Henney everything.
That's enough as long as Henne doesn't worry too much.
After all, publicly announcing Viktor's death might cause that poor little teaching assistant to have a mental breakdown and do something unpredictable.
Lia didn't want Heni to fall into despair and attempt suicide.
"That's settled then. Send the vanilla and these three letters, and you can come back."
Leon nodded, her pale cloaked figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the air before swiftly disappearing with a gust of wind.
Lia stood at the doorway, her gaze following the pale, fading figure that gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
Snowflakes danced around her, and a chilly aura swept over her.
As for Gwen, Leah did not write to her.
Victor once said that Gwen could detect all lies, so even sending her a letter would be useless.
It's better not to explain anything at all than to hide too much from Gwen.
Moreover, Victor also mentioned it.
Even if the whole world believed that Victor was dead, Gwen would never believe it.
I really don't understand.
Thinking about all this, Lia couldn't help but wrap herself tighter in her soft black fur coat.
He let out a long yawn and blinked his tired eyes.
The thought that the treasure chest full of secrets had been carefully moved back to her bedroom and placed under her constant watch was unbearable.
Lia felt incredibly relieved.
"Go back to sleep."
...
Within two days, news of Victor's death spread like wildfire from Brighton to the capital.
People on the streets and alleys were talking about it, and major newspapers published the story as their headline.
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