Although there were rumors he secretly showed favoritism to the Cavellini noble family, Ruby was not able to find any tangible evidence to this.

The councilors all carried themselves with a certain dullness that threatened to infect you if you weren't careful.

And with that you all got to business. It was here that you were officially presented with your typewriter patent— a scroll that detailed your typewriter's blueprint.

After some polite rounds of applause, you were given the opportunity to speak.

Which you did, taking full advantage of the opportunity: You spoke of how your typewriters were of the best quality, of your future capabilities as a Savant, and how you, unlike most Savants, were willing to actually cooperate.

"Forgive our disbelief, but for a Savant you seem to be rather patient." Said Pietro. "While your typewriters are of high quality, and use some more efficient methods than normal, they do not have the tell which Savant artifacts do."

"Well that's not really a surprise." You said. "I didn't use Lunacy Savantae to shape the typewriters." At least, you didn't use it to turn the items into actual artifacts.

"A prodigy, then." Said Joldmac.

"He could've simply used Lunacy Savantae to assist himself." Elre said.

"Lord Doe is a Savant of great standing." Gerty spoke up in your defense. "He would not lie about his own doings, especially now that he's graced Centria with his gold."

"Verily," Yumi made herself known, "This meeting is banal!"

"Seeing as Lord Doe's wives have taken issue, perhaps I should re-frame my words." Said Elre. Yumi got flustered again before going back to her crystal. "I know of many Savants, and your Master— John Doe— acts in too friendly a way."

"Last time a Savant was here, he nearly burnt the whole place down, eh wot?" The dwarf added with a chuckle.

"So you will forgive us for asking you to present proof of being a Savant." Said Kalman.

While the gnomes here on the upper levels didn't boast or make moves to your wives, you felt a deeper disgust towards them than their lower-ranking counterparts for reasons you couldn't explain. This was twice was true when meeting the two gnomes here. Mel seemed similarly guarded and, after the meeting was over, she would tell you that she likewise couldn't explain why she felt such an uncharacteristic contempt for them, considering Mel usually tried always tried to find the best in people.

Those thoughts aside— the same methods you used in both the Adventurer's Guild and the Centrian Knights to prove that you were a Savant were redone here— taking a Savant-made machine from your bag of holding, proving your mastery over it, and answering questions only Savants would have the answers to.

"Very well." Pietro grinned as he applauded the demonstration. "That was a very entertaining walking machine. Let's continue-"

"Sirs!" One of the human bureaucrats interrupted. "This goes against regulation."

And here it was.