Becoming the Dragon Sovereign of Fontaine had not been an easy feat; after all, he’d taken on the affairs of an entire nation, as well as his own duties as Iudex.

Countless sleepless nights had begun to take its toll on Neuvillette, and it showed in his groggy actions.

Eventually, he relented in the melusines constant suggestions of an assistant- one he knew he could trust, and a dear friend of his.

You.

Neuvillette tiredly placed a few case files and a stamp in front of you, a long, simple, tedious job to start with- just approving or denying sentence appeals from the fortress of Meropide.

Unfortunately, Neuvillette had to approve them as well as Wriothesley. Often, he just ignored them. The Oratrice was very rarely— if ever— wrong.

“You may start with these, your own judgement is all you need.” Neuvillette said softly, voice slow, as if he was about to collapse asleep any minute.

“I am eternally grateful for the help you’ve offered to provide me.”