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"What is that?"
Athanasia inquired, her curiosity piqued.

The others turned their attention to Ashaya as she elaborated on the stone's uniqueness, revealing that it housed a dimension within, capable of storing items and facilitating their transfer with remarkable ease.

She shared that her motivation for creating it stemmed from her disdain for lugging around books.

While delving into rune magic, the idea had struck her.

She articulated how this invention could enhance the empire's economy, making transportation not only simpler but also safer.

Although the crafting process was somewhat challenging, she assured them that with proper understanding, it became quite manageable.

'Its ironic how something that would be impossible to create in my previous world was one of the easiest things to make here'
Ashaya mused to herself.

"I aspire to mass-produce and sell it."
Ashaya declared, her expression resolute.

"That's what you want?"
Claude inquired, intrigued by his daughter's unconventional ambition and unusual demand.

Ashaya nodded affirmatively.

Was this a typical interest for young girls, or was his daughter truly one of a kind? Regardless, Claude felt a swell of pride at her intelligence and ingenuity.

Both Ashaya and Athanasia were recipients of gifts from Claude, the most peculiar being the blue rose garden bestowed upon Ashaya.

A master craftsman was summoned, and Ashaya engaged in a fruitful discussion about her ideas. The craftsman was captivated by Ashaya's intellect and comprehension, leading them to successfully embark on a business venture.

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"This is bothersome so hold onto it"

On their eighth birthday, the twins were unexpectedly bestowed with the key to the royal treasury.

With tears of joy glistening in their eyes, they embraced and kissed Claude, leaving him both astonished and bewildered.

In a sudden burst of emotion, Ashaya declared,

"This time, I shall turn the empire upside down."

Claude stifled a laugh, his expression radiating pride as if to convey, 'I have faith in you.'

Ashaya found herself puzzled by her father's newfound confidence in her abilities to destroy the empire he cherished so much.

....

Seated on the plush couch in the emperor's opulent chamber, Ashaya and Athanasia awaited his awakening from a leisurely slumber.

It had been a year since they gained access to the imperial treasury, and Ashaya was skillfully leveraging this privilege, as her business soared to the pinnacle of the industry.

However, a sense of unusual ennui enveloped her; her Magic instructor had ceased his visits, claiming there was nothing further to impart.

The other subjects felt trivial, and she yearned for a thrilling diversion to lift her spirits.

As her gaze wandered around Claude's lavish room, it landed on a portrait of a woman with lustrous brown hair and piercing green eyes, igniting a mischievous smile upon her lips.