The Extra Wants Control

Chapter 69 - 69: Long Night.

[Neveah POV]

My thumb hovered over the end call button. It had been an hour, and frustration gnawed at me. Lara, the elusive Elven Princess, had vanished. My

A flicker of flame materialized in the corner, coalescing into the form of a fiery woman. Mira, the vault guardian, a bloodline contracted spirit, materialized in a shimmering red dress, her hair and eyes, her hair tips burning with a calm fire.

"Greetings," she said, her voice polite yet formal. "What brings you to the Vault child of the Empress."

"Mira, I need your assistance," I explained. "I require a comprehensive catalogue of all items within the vault. Additionally, records of any items removed, the dates of their departure, and who accessed them. And finally, the original manuscripts detailing the purpose and history of every object ever housed here."

Mira tilted her head, considering my request. "It will be done, Daughter of the Empress," she then she vanished in a swirl of embers only to reappear again with a humongous volume of books and scrolls.

There was no worry of fabricated documents or altered records here. Mira, was contracted to the bloodline ensuring loyalty. Not to mention there were consequences of a betrayal which she couldn't handle. Theft of things was almost an impossibility. Key word being almost. In some very very rare conditions it can occur but even then it would be discovered almost immediately.

Even though knowing this I'm still here to get a clue anything that can help me get to Raven.

"Do you require further assistance in cross-referencing? I am at your service." Said Mira being uncharacteristically nice.

Then it hit me. Like my ancestor, my mother possessed a powerful connection to fire spirits, her monstrous flame affinity coupled with her mythical potential drew their adoration. I recalled how she'd established a bond with the Fire Spirit Queen upon reaching the 7-star rank.

Even a high-ranking spirit like Mira couldn't resist a chance to curry favor, hoping to impress the Queen through me, my mother.

"I wouldn't mind the assistance," I admitted, a wry smile crossing my lips. "Consider it a favor."

Mira's ethereal form materialized again, her fiery eyes dancing with delight. "I am honored, Daughter of the Empress!" she exclaimed.

So much for the pure, emotionless spirits, I thought with a sigh. Even they couldn't resist a little political maneuvering huh.

Looking at the mountain of books and scrolls Mira deposited before me, I braced myself for a long night.