The Grand Hall of Veyra Manor had never witnessed such chaos.
Lianna observed the pandemonium with detached amusement. The Spirit Crystal's explosion had sent noblewomen screaming, mages fainting, and - most deliciously - her father the Count's prized peacock wig flying into the ceremonial brazier.
"Witchcraft!" the High Priestess shrieked, pointing at the phoenix sigil still burning in the air above Lianna. "That mark belongs to the extinct royal line!"
Lianna examined her unscathed palm. How interesting. The weakling original owner of this body had hidden secrets indeed.
Count Veyra finally found his voice. "Seize her! This impostor has desecrated-
A thunderous boom cut him off. The manor doors exploded inward, revealing a dozen black-armored knights bearing the emperor's crest. At their head stood a man whose very presence made nobles wet themselves on sight.
The Ghost Emperor's silver mask gleamed as he surveyed the room. When his gaze landed on Lianna, she felt it like a physical touch.
"Interesting," he murmured. Then louder: "The Imperial Council requires the presence of the Phoenix Bearer."
As the knights advanced, Lianna noticed three things:
Selena's jealous glare
The Count's calculating expression
The way the emperor's gloved fingers twitched toward his sword when she smiled
Oh yes. This would be fun