Cornflower Witch

Chapter 285 The Curtain Comes to an End
"Lord Yero, Princess Hiltiya is looking for you."

In the royal palace's administrative hall, Yero, dressed in a light gray robe, was organizing the reports and data in his hands; these were all recently compiled statistics.

"I understand." He stood up, pressed the roughly organized pages down with a book, then put on his coat and followed the maid to the north side of the palace.

Ascending the steps and passing through the corridor, Hiero arrived at a spacious office. On one side were many tables where scholars dressed similarly to him were working, checking reports and data. On the other side was relatively empty, where the silver-haired figure sat at a table, writing a reply.

After waiting a moment, Hilti finished writing her reply and then looked up.

“Senior Yero.” She nodded gently, then stood up, and Yero stepped forward as well.

“I invited Senior Yero here today because I have a favor to ask of you.” Hilti walked to the side, where a map of Regas was hanging.

"Although we found a lot of past records in the palace of Legas, many of them are outdated and no longer in line with the present, which often leads to many problems in the consultation and handling of government affairs."

"Therefore, after discussing with Her Majesty the Queen, we decided to send a team to various places to investigate, verify and compile statistics on the local situation."

In the early days of the kingdom, there was an urgent need to collect data on land, population, industry, resources, living conditions, climate, and so on in various regions. This was a massive and necessary project that would require a great deal of effort, but it was also a great test of one's abilities.

"Currently, there are eight scholars in the kingdom who have reached the third rank. Most of them are responsible for more important matters, such as diplomatic communication, organizing the library, evaluating and selecting officials, etc. Therefore, the most suitable candidates for this task are the second-rank scholars, who can also take this opportunity to complete their trials."

"If Senior Yero can complete this task, I think advancing to the third tier should not be a problem." This is indeed a task that consumes a lot of energy and time, but it is also an extremely rare opportunity. In the past, it would never have been the turn of a scholar like Yero, who had no background and only average talent, to do it.

After hearing Hiltiah finish explaining the mission, Yero was extremely excited and grateful.

"Thank you, Lady Tiya. I will do my utmost to complete the mission." He clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed, answering earnestly.

Seeing that he was happy to go, Hilti was relieved. However, this task was indeed very costly and required many 'first-class' and 'second-class' scholars to assist in its completion, and Regas did not have that many talents.

It seems we can only seek support from other organizations. In fact, such opportunities are rare. If Regas is willing, there should be many young scholars from various schools who would like to come and demonstrate their skills, practice and realize their ambitions.

In the past, Regas cooperated most with the 'Candlecastle' organization, and now he can ask them for support again and send more scholars over. In addition, Hilti also thought of her former friend Sophitina, the intellectual young lady of the 'Librarian School'.

The headquarters of the 'Liberal Arts School' is located in the western part of the southern part of the continent, far from Regas. It is a rather special school of thought. Their main responsibility is to seal forbidden books so that they cannot be spread at will. The members of the school have always kept a low profile, and few people outside know about them.

With this in mind, Hilti wrote a letter and mailed it back to the woodland, inviting Sophitina, wondering if she would be willing to come.

Considering that it was not good for the 'Candle Castle' school to dominate, Hilti also invited the 'White Bird School'. They and the 'Candle Castle' school were the two most famous 'castle' nature schools in the southern part of the continent, and both also practiced 'secret language' nature.

For the next month, Hilti was busy with various matters related to the early establishment of the kingdom, and New Regas was also slowly building up its new administrative system amidst tension and busyness.

That afternoon, after finishing her official duties, Hiltiya took a stroll in the empty tower of the palace, gazing at the distant scenery.

In the clear sky, several white birds flew past and disappeared into the vast green plains below.

The hot summer breeze blows, and under the bright sunlight, the colors of the trees and flowers become more vibrant.

Sitting on a deserted section of the city wall, Hirutia stretched out her legs, her white skirt fluttering in the wind, a refreshing breeze passing through her clothes.

She leaned against the slightly cold, hard stone bricks, enjoying the undisturbed tranquility, relaxing her tense nerves from work, and closing her eyes to listen to the sound of the wind. Time slowly passed until around two o'clock in the afternoon, when Musa waved her arm lightly to Hiltiya from a window in the distance, smiling and beckoning her over, as if inviting her to come over.

The girl opened her eyes, saw Musa waving, nodded, and then easily leaped down, her toes landing on the edge of the stone wall, as light as a butterfly as she floated down to the young queen's window.

"Tiya just walked over like that." Mu Sha covered her mouth, her eyes smiling with a hint of curiosity and surprise.

"I thought you would take the stairs and the corridor."

As Hilti stepped down from the windowsill and lightly trod on the black and white checkered floor, she walked up to Queen Musa.

"I do do that sometimes."

"But today I suddenly wanted to try something new," the girl replied, running her fingers through the strands of hair in front of her.

"It's good to try new things, Tia." Queen Musa invited Hiltiya to sit down and then spoke of recent events.

"The Antige garrison in Legas is now basically cleared and verified. Those who needed to be tried and those who needed to be repatriated have basically been done."

"However, some people still asked what should be done with Kachis, and wondered if Tia had any suggestions."

“Kachis…” Hiltiya thought of the ‘Baron of the Prison Dog’ she had met at the banquet, who had tried to recruit her back then.

This Antian general is now a prisoner of Regas. During his campaign against the Hundred-Eyed Cult, he not only caused the deaths of many Antian soldiers, but also led to the arrival of the Griffin for various reasons. In the end, he was stripped of his general title by the Kingdom of Antian, thus pleasing neither side.

"Did he say anything? For example, how were those three hellhounds summoned, and did he admit his sins?"

"The officials who interrogated him said he would confess to everything, only hoping we would spare his life, and was even willing to pledge allegiance to us," Musa recounted in her report.

"I was a little unsure, so I asked Tia what she planned to do with him."

“You can’t trust someone like that.” Hilti shook her head. That ruthless general would do anything to achieve his goals. Now he’s talking about loyalty, but it’s probably just a way to save his own life.

"I'll go to the prison to check on the situation before deciding how to proceed."

“Then I’ll leave it to Tia.” Musa nodded, then brought up another matter.

"What are Tia's plans to do about the Hundred-Eyed Cult?"

“The Hundred-Eyed Cult is to be disbanded. Some of the lower-ranking members will be locked up for reform and training before being released. As for the middle and upper ranks, there are very few members above the third rank now. I will make them obedient later.” Hilti thought for a moment, and it seemed that she could use her identity as a ‘Descendant’ to manage these remaining middle-ranking members of the cult.

Things in Regas gradually stabilized, and the earth-shattering turmoil and great battle that had occurred several months earlier slowly came to an end.

Perhaps this story will be recorded, processed, and embellished by future generations into historical material on the revival of Regas, becoming a poem to be sung, but today, the girl who is the protagonist does not yet have such awareness.

(End of this chapter)