The generosity was the problem.

Not the generosity itself — rulers were generous when they wanted something, and wanting something was not a crime. The problem was the specific shape of it. The treasury queue position had moved from thirty-seven to two within six hours of her conversation with the administrative director’s contact. The bank instrument integration had been formally expedited with a seal that required authorization from above the treasury office’s standard operating level.

Someone above the treasury office had noticed her instrument.

She had not told anyone above the treasury office about it.

She sat with this at the fourth bell, the household asleep around her, the working list in her hands.

’Why,’ she wrote in the margin.

Underlined it.

’’’

She started digging the next morning.

Not openly. Not in the way that produced results quickly but left traces. The kind of digging that Dimitri did at his best — the slow methodical kind that moved through secondary records and tertiary records and the specific archaeology of what had been filed adjacent to the thing you were looking for rather than the thing itself.

She gave Dimitri three questions and did not tell him why she was asking.

He did not ask why.

This was one of Dimitri’s qualities.

The questions were:

’One: Who has accessed the bank instrument documentation since it was submitted to the administrative director’s office.’

’Two: What other instruments have been expedited from the treasury queue in the past six months, and on whose authorization.’

’Three: The fourth prince’s court record from the succession contest period — specifically the weeks immediately before and after the incursion.’

Dimitri took the questions and went to the archive.

Came back at the sixth bell with the specific expression he wore when he had found things he hadn’t expected to find.

He set three documents on the table.

She read them.

’’’

The first document: the bank instrument had been accessed by three parties after submission. The administrative director — expected. The treasury integration clerk — expected. And a third party, registered under a court advisory designation she didn’t immediately recognize, who had accessed the instrument forty-eight hours before the queue expedite.

She looked at the designation.

Wrote it down.

Looked at it.

Cross-referenced it against the noble faction structure Caius had mapped over the previous weeks.

Found it.

A court advisory designation belonging to the office of the First Minister of Revenue — a position that had not existed under the previous administration and had been created in the first month of the new emperor’s reign. Currently held by a man named Seval. A man whose appointment record, she was almost certain before she even checked, was going to trace back to the cleared period.

She checked.

It did.

She looked at the document for a moment.

Then at the second one.

’’’

The second document: fourteen instruments had been expedited from the treasury queue in the past six months. All fourteen on the same authorization — Seval’s office. All fourteen benefitting the same category of party — merchant houses with trade commission contracts in the capital.

She looked at the merchant houses.

Recognized two of them.

They were real. Legitimate businesses, functioning contracts, nothing visible in their documentation that was wrong.

She looked more carefully.

Found the thread.

Both merchant houses had secondary investors — not listed prominently, registered quietly in the structural documentation that most people didn’t read — whose names pointed back to the same network. The same factions that had positioned themselves around the new emperor during the succession contest. The same people who had given him the throne and were now, apparently, using his revenue infrastructure to move their own financial instruments to the front of the queue while everyone else waited.

Item fourteen’s lesson, applied to economics.

The queue wasn’t being managed for the empire’s benefit.

It was being managed for specific people’s benefit.

And her instrument had been noticed and expedited because someone had read it, understood what it would do to the tax revenue structure, and decided that a functional revenue bridge that reduced the emperor’s dependence on the faction-controlled advisory system was something they wanted to monitor closely.

She looked at the ceiling.

’He’s a puppet,’ she had said to the system.

’Partially,’ the system had said. ’A puppet who believes he’s autonomous.’

She looked at the third document.

’’’

The third document was the court record.

She read it three times.

The first time for the surface — the official record, the formal account of the succession contest, the incursion, the transition. Clean. Organized. The record of events as they had been officially designated.

The second time for the gaps.

There were gaps.

Specific periods where the court record was thinner than it should be — fewer entries, less granular detail, the specific thinning of official documentation that happened when someone had cleaned it. Not removed entirely. Cleaned. The way you cleaned something when you needed the official record to exist but didn’t need it to be complete.

The gaps corresponded to three periods in the weeks around the incursion.

She looked at the dates.

Wrote them down.

Sat with them.

The third time she read it, she wasn’t reading the record. She was reading around it — the names that appeared in entries adjacent to the gaps, the officials who had been present in the periods that were documented and therefore had been present in the periods that weren’t. The specific footprint of what was missing, visible through what surrounded it.

Three names kept appearing.

Two of them she recognized as current members of the noble faction advisory structure around the emperor.

The third was Seval.

She put the document down.

Looked at the table.

The system was on her shoulder, reading along.

"Tell me what you see," she said.

’The gaps are about two weeks,’ the system said. ’Before and after the incursion. The incursion ended the regency. Someone cleaned the record of what happened in those two weeks.’

"Who had cleaning access," she said.

’Court record management falls under the imperial secretary’s office,’ the system said. ’During the transition it would have been whoever the incoming administration appointed to manage the handover.’

"Seval," she said.

’His appointment was in the first week of the new administration,’ the system said. ’Before the handover was complete.’

She looked at the three names.

At the gaps.

At the dates.

"The people who died in the incursion," she said. Carefully. "The official record lists the incursion casualties." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

’Yes,’ the system said.

"Are there any names in the casualty record that appear in the gap periods," she said. "People who were present in the clean record before the gaps and then appear in the casualty list and then stop appearing."

The system was quiet for a moment.

’Seven,’ it said.

She looked at the table.

"Seven people," she said, "who were present in the court record before the gap periods, and who appear in the incursion casualty list, and who do not appear in the record after."

’Yes,’ the system said.

"And in the gap periods they don’t appear in the cleaned record," she said. "Which means we don’t know what they were doing in those two weeks."

’Correct,’ the system said.

"Or what was done to them," she said.

The system said nothing.