"We have another package that needs to be sent out," said a knight as he approached the man in charge of the palace's Teleric transporter.
The man, who had been reviewing the dispatch logs, looked up with a frown. "I wasn't informed of any additional package today."
"That's because the delivery was personally authorized by the Third Princess herself," the knight replied smoothly.
"…Some identification, please," the man said, still not entirely convinced.
Without hesitation, the knight pulled out a golden badge, polished and gleaming with the royal crest. Upon seeing it, the operator's expression softened. He gave a small nod.
"Activate the Teleric."
At his command, the relic began to hum with a low frequency, glowing faintly as millions of intricately etched runes awakened—interweaving and rotating until they formed concentric magic circles that pulsed with power.
"Destination?" the operator asked.
"Drop point in Astria."
