Meanwhile, the lights in the Great Temple remained on late into the night, just one day before the Foundation Festival.

Imperial protocol meetings, ritual sequence reviews, holy relic export checks, and priest deployment adjustments. Only after a full day of reports and approvals did B finally close the last folder.

He didn't even lean back against the chair, simply closing his eyes for a moment. The office, filled with the scent of candlelight and old paper, was quiet. Outside the door, someone was still coordinating tomorrow's schedule in a low voice, but there were no more reports to be brought to him for now.

B pressed his temple with his fingertip.

"..."