Rayven remained seated in the Guildmaster's office, still processing Warren's words.
The crown prince's representative?
That wasn't just a step up from the Arcanum Circle… it was a leap.
Moments later, the door opened again.
This time, the man who entered wore a deep blue coat embroidered with silver thread… Of course, the crest of the royal family was stitched onto his shoulder.
The man's gaze was sharp, and even if he looked like he was scrutinizing Rayven's appearance, he was not hostile.
"Rayven," he said with a nod. "My name is Mark. I represent His Highness, Crown Prince Raphael."
Rayven stood briefly, then sat again. "I wasn't expecting royalty to be interested in mayonnaise."
Mark smiled faintly. "His Highness is interested in anything that can support the kingdom's logistics. Your product has already reached the prince through one of our supply scouts. It was tested by some mages on our side and it passed."
