On the tournament participant's stage, Tabulae had listened to every word the businessmen above had spoken, and it made her thirteen years feel like waste, like she had been stumbling through life with her eyes shut until someone finally slapped her awake.
In a single day, her view of business had been overturned. The moguls were not rivals clawing at each other in the dark.
They were a net, working together, and they had dared to speak harmful secrets aloud.
Indoctrination. That was what it was. Training the crowd to fear ink and worship balance.
Despite that, to Tabulae it sounded like sense.
In her young mind, she placed herself on Eldric's level already.
If she needed manpower, she would not hesitate to bend mortals with hypnotizing martial techniques.
What confused her was the need for balance. At her age, this was understandable.
She was still young, and she still could not see the bigger picture.
