"Father is sending an escort to pick us up," Rachel announced as she checked her holo-device, her tone casual, as if this was just another Tuesday.
I raised an eyebrow. "Escort? Isn't that a bit much?" I rubbed my cheek absently. "We're just heading back, not storming a fortress."
Rachel smirked. "It's not about safety. It's about pressure."
I frowned. "Pressure?"
"The Guildmaster of Vellanor has been… difficult," she admitted with a dramatic sigh. "Father wants to remind her where the real power lies."
I blinked. "And you're telling me this casually?"
Rachel shrugged. "It's normal stuff."
Normal. Right. Because casual political maneuvering between superpowers was just daily business for her. I exhaled, resisting the urge to shake my head.
"Who's the escort?" I asked, mostly out of curiosity.
Rachel's smirk widened. "One of the most powerful mages in the Creighton family."
That meant an Immortal-ranker at the very least.
