Intrigues of the Everstone Clan

Everstone Clan, Internal Affairs Hall.

 Aria Everstone, the Head of Internal Affairs, was stamping her seal onto an endless stack of documents as usual. Her eyes skimmed the hastily written characters while her hand moved rhythmically.

At times, Caleb, her bodyguard, wondered if Aria was a machine designed solely for stamping seals. The repetitive motion was strangely captivating, and it felt like time slipped away just watching her.

Still, there was always that nagging thought:

'If only the room were bigger.'

A larger room would mean more to clean, more to organize, more distractions.

But the reality was that Aria's office wasn't spacious—not because it lacked space but because every inch was crammed with shelves and crates overflowing with documents.

Today, though, something was different.

The sound of her seal stamping was louder than usual.

That only happened when she was particularly annoyed.

"…Hah."