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Jean Luther – The youngest daughter of the powerful Luther Clan and the Emissary of Light, chosen by the goddess Celeste. After graduating from the prestigious Luther Academy as a Master-ranked swordsman, she is sent on a compulsory two-year assessment to qualify as an Envoy Knight, the elite warrior order of the Luther Clan composed of Transcendent Masters. Upon her return, she must take part in a brutal Succession War to determine the next Patriarch of the clan. With her divine guardian, the dire wolf Whitney, Jean sets out to become the strongest swordsman in the world.

EMISSARY OF LIGHT: CHRONICLE OF JEAN LUTHER

From the frost-covered fortresses of Vahlengarde, banners of crimson steel were raised. The Iron Empire, silent during the Luther succession war, now marched eastward—toward the neutral lands between their border and the Luther Dominion.

A storm was coming. But it was not of wind or flame.

Jean stood atop the eastern watchtower of the Luther Stronghold as horns echoed across the plains. Envoy scouts had returned with grim news: Valeria Durnstahl, the Iron Empress herself, had broken neutrality. Not in full declaration of war—but a "mobilization of border forces" that sent a message far louder than words.

Marion Vos, at her side, muttered bitterly.

> "They think your victory weakened us."

> "No. They think it unified us. And that's what frightens them."

Within the War Hall, the council reconvened.

Raegar slammed his gauntlet on the table.

> "Let me ride. If she seeks battle, I'll give her steel."

"No," Jean said firmly. "Not yet. We don't strike until we understand why."

Lord Vance leaned forward, voice low.

> "Rumors from the west say the Magistery is silent. Too silent. I don't trust the timing."

The words hung in the air like a drawn blade.

Jean clenched her fists. The dragons stirred, Antares moved from the shadows, and now the great powers danced on the edge of open war.

There were too many fires to extinguish.

And yet she could not let any blaze unchecked.

That night, Whitney stirred restlessly.

Jean joined him outside, her white hair glowing like frost under the moon.

> "We'll ride at dawn," she said softly, gazing to the eastern hills.

CHAPTER 57.