Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 387: Wilhelmina’s Test (1)

Chapter 387: Wilhelmina’s Test (1)

Wilhelmina stood in the grand meeting room of Grafen’s castle, her hands resting on the edge of a massive wooden table that held several maps and stacks of documents. Across from her, Arielle stood with her arms crossed, her expression confident yet wary. Around them, the room was filled with domestic officials, Lyan, and a few others, all observing silently. The atmosphere was tense—a test was about to begin, one that would determine whether Arielle was worthy of the role Lyan had given her.

Lyan stood at the back of the room, his arms folded across his chest, an amused smile playing on his lips. His gaze flickered between Wilhelmina and Arielle, sensing the subtle electricity in the air. This would be an interesting battle of wits.

Wilhelmina took a breath, her eyes meeting Arielle’s directly. "Alright, Arielle. You’ve been given the title of stewardess, but titles alone mean nothing. Today, we’re going to see if you have the capability to back it up."

Arielle’s lips curved into a slight smirk. "I wouldn’t have it any other way. What do you need me to do?"

Wilhelmina gestured to the table, where several stacks of parchment were neatly arranged. "Here are reports from the three cities that we’ve recently acquired: Norhallow, Valmere, and Dunbridge. Each of these cities is facing distinct challenges. Your task is to come up with a viable solution to stabilize each city, efficiently and practically, within three days." She paused, her gaze sharp. "Your solutions need to address both immediate concerns and long-term prosperity. These people have been through enough—they need more than just a temporary fix."

Arielle raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to the table and glancing over the documents. "Three cities, three days. You do know I’m only one person, right?" she said, her tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness beneath it.

Wilhelmina didn’t flinch. "I’m aware. But you’ve been given authority, and with that comes the responsibility of finding the right people to assist you. You’re not expected to do everything alone, but you are expected to lead effectively."

Arielle nodded, a glint of determination in her eyes. "Alright, then. Let’s see what we’re dealing with." She picked up one of the documents, her eyes scanning the contents quickly. "Food shortages in Norhallow, merchant disputes in Valmere, and bandit issues in Dunbridge. Each with its own flavor of chaos." She looked up at Wilhelmina. "Do I have access to the resources from Grafen to assist with this?"

Wilhelmina nodded. "You have limited access. But keep in mind, our resources are not infinite. If you draw too much from Grafen, we weaken our own standing. You must balance the needs of these cities without compromising our own stability."

Arielle let out a low whistle. "No pressure, then," she muttered, though there was a hint of excitement in her voice. She thrived on challenges, and this was no exception. She glanced at Lyan, who was watching with a proud smile. "Got any advice, Baron Evocatore?"

Lyan shrugged, his smile widening. "Just do what you do best, Arielle. I’ve got faith in you."

Arielle smirked, then turned her attention back to Wilhelmina. "Alright. Let’s get to work."

The buzz in the room grew as the challenge was set. Officials murmured among themselves, exchanging glances filled with both skepticism and curiosity. The tension was thick, but there was also a sense of anticipation—a feeling that something important was about to unfold.

Wilhelmina handed Arielle a stack of documents. "You’ll start by visiting each of these cities in person. Get a feel for the situation, speak with the people, and understand what they need. Only then can you begin to provide real solutions. I’ll accompany you to ensure that everything goes smoothly—and to see if you can truly handle this." There was a challenge in her eyes, one that Arielle was more than ready to meet.

Arielle took the stack of documents, nodding. "Lead the way, then. Let’s see what we’re dealing with."

Lyan watched as the two women left the room, their heads held high and determination etched into their expressions. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was exactly what Grafen needed—strong, capable people who were willing to fight for what was right.

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The journey to Norhallow was filled with a mix of tension and silence. Wilhelmina and Arielle rode side by side, with a small retinue following behind them. As they approached the city, the stark reality of its condition became evident. The streets were quiet, the people weary and thin. The granaries, which Arielle had heard about in the reports, were almost empty.

Wilhelmina gestured to the granaries as they dismounted their horses. "This is where we begin. The food shortage here is critical. The people are on the brink of starvation. We need to act quickly."

Arielle frowned, her eyes scanning the tired faces of the townspeople. "I understand that, but pulling resources from Grafen is risky. We need to think long-term—what happens when we run out of supplies ourselves?"

Wilhelmina crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing. "If we don’t provide immediate relief, there won’t be a long-term to worry about. These people need food now."

Arielle clenched her jaw, clearly frustrated. "I’m not saying we do nothing, but we have to be smart about it. We need to find a way to stabilize food production here. Pulling from Grafen should be a last resort—not the first solution."

The tension between the two women was palpable, drawing curious glances from the townspeople who had gathered around. Lyan, who had been following closely behind, decided to step in. He approached them, his expression calm but firm.

"Ladies, I think you’re both right in your own ways," he said, his voice breaking the tension. "Wilhelmina, you’re right that immediate action is needed. Arielle, you’re right that sustainability is key. Let’s work together to find a solution that balances both."

Wilhelmina and Arielle exchanged a look, neither willing to back down but both acknowledging Lyan’s point. Arielle let out a sigh, her gaze softening slightly. "Alright. We’ll do it your way, Wilhelmina—for now. But we need to start planning for sustainable production immediately."

Wilhelmina nodded, a hint of respect in her eyes. "Agreed. Let’s get to work."

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Their next stop was Valmere, where the merchant disputes had reached a boiling point. The market square was filled with angry shouts and heated arguments as two rival merchant factions clashed over territory and trade rights. The tension was high, and it was clear that if something wasn’t done soon, violence would break out.

Wilhelmina approached the scene, her voice calm and authoritative as she addressed the merchants. "Enough! This infighting is getting you nowhere. We need to come to an agreement that benefits everyone."

One of the merchants, a tall man with a grizzled beard, sneered. "Why should we listen to you? You’re just another noble trying to tell us how to run our business."

Arielle stepped forward, her voice sharp. "Because if you keep this up, there won’t be any business left to run. You’re tearing this city apart, and it’s only going to get worse if you don’t find a way to work together."

The merchant glared at her, but Arielle held her ground, her eyes fierce. "Listen, I’m not here to take sides. But if you don’t put an end to this now, you’ll all end up with nothing. We need to establish fair trade routes and agreements that work for everyone—not just one faction."

Wilhelmina watched, impressed despite herself. Arielle’s directness was exactly what was needed in this situation. She stepped up beside her, her voice steady. "We’ll mediate a solution, but you all need to be willing to compromise. If not, we’ll impose one—and trust me, you won’t like it."

The merchants muttered among themselves, the tension slowly easing as they realized the truth of Arielle’s words. They nodded reluctantly, agreeing to sit down and negotiate. Arielle glanced at Wilhelmina, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Not bad, Wilhelmina. Maybe we make a good team after all."

Wilhelmina rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. "Don’t get ahead of yourself. We still have a lot of work to do."

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Back in Grafen, the two women sat in the planning room, surrounded by maps and documents. Arielle was leaning over the table, her brow furrowed as she scribbled notes on a piece of parchment. Wilhelmina stood across from her, her arms crossed as she watched Arielle work.

"Dunbridge is a mess," Arielle said, her voice filled with frustration. "The guards are either corrupt or useless, and the bandits are running rampant. We need to bring in outside help. I suggest recruiting mercenaries—but we vet them carefully and bind them to strict contracts."

Wilhelmina frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Mercenaries? Can we really trust them?"

Arielle looked up, her gaze steady. "If we vet them properly and offer incentives for loyalty, yes. We need more manpower, and this is the quickest way to get it. I’ve already drafted a vetting process—background checks, loyalty tests, and a reward system for good service. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start."

Wilhelmina studied the document Arielle handed her, her expression softening slightly as she read through the details. "This... actually makes sense. You’ve thought this through."

Arielle shrugged, a small smile on her lips. "I may be headstrong, but I know what I’m doing. We need to protect the people, and this is the best way to do it."

Wilhelmina nodded, her gaze meeting Arielle’s. For the first time, there was no challenge in her eyes—only respect. "Alright, Arielle. Let’s do it your way."

Arielle’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You know, Wilhelmina, you’re not so bad after all."

Wilhelmina smirked, shaking her head. "Don’t let it go to your head. We’ve still got a lot of work to do. But... I will say this—you’ve proven yourself today. Lyan’s faith in you wasn’t misplaced."

Arielle’s eyes softened, a hint of emotion flickering across her face. "Thanks, Wilhelmina. That means a lot."

Wilhelmina stepped closer, placing a hand on Arielle’s shoulder. "Just remember, we’re in this together. The people are counting on us."

Arielle nodded, her expression resolute. "I won’t let them down."

The two women exchanged a smile—a genuine smile that spoke of newfound respect and understanding. They had started as rivals, but now, they were partners, working together for the greater good.

As they turned back to the table, Lyan entered the room, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "How’s everything going here?"

Wilhelmina looked at Arielle, then back at Lyan, a beaming smile on her face. "As expected, Arielle’s got what it takes. Your words were never wrong, Lyan."

Arielle blushed slightly, but her smile was filled with determination. "We’re just getting started. There’s a lot more work to do."

Lyan nodded, his heart swelling with pride. "That’s exactly what I like to hear. Let’s make this place thrive—together."