#CHAPTER 167: Mila the Protector

MILA The last few weeks had been a blur. Meetings, ribbon cuttings, speeches. I spent countless hours in the countryside of Fresonia helping to relocate people who had been displaced by either the war or the dissolution with Abernathy. I cooked meals for homeless shelters and taught magic to young children. Felix was hard at work establishing our newly adjusted borders alongside leaders from the other kingdoms. Joseph and Isla were in what was once Abernathy, directing people to either the Library of Magic or the hospital, depending on their level of damage from the King’s drainage. I myself had been working hard on healing broken magic where I saw it. There were a million little ways a person could be struggling with their own powers, and as someone who had been on both sides of that coin, I took the lead on helping them. I took my job as the protector of magic seriously. It was my responsibility to not only make sure that magic was safe, but that it was thriving