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In the banquet hall, now ripe with atmosphere,

The elegant sound of a violin and piano duo reached my ears.

However, this was reserved for the empire’s key high nobles.

“Look over there. It’s that servant from earlier.”

“Isn’t he just from a baron’s family? How shameless, not knowing his place here.”

It was forbidden for someone like me, a mere servant.

“Servant, come here.”

Did he notice the nobles’ glances?

Soon, a soldier clad in golden armor from head to toe approached me.

‘No, that color… he must be a royal guard.’

Just as his brutish hand was about to grab my arm, a sky-blue dress intervened between me and the soldier.

“Lady Frontal?”

“Guard, this person has promised a future with me. Isn’t he qualified to enjoy the banquet here?”

He seemed to ponder for a moment, tilting his helmet-covered head.

Will he expel me, of lowly status, at the nobles’ behest,

Or will he leave me be, saving the face of the Frontal family?

“…I understand. Please enjoy the banquet.”

He chose the latter.

Unlike the former, which involved the masses, the latter was because Elizabeth had personally staked her family’s name and reputation.

“Phew. Thank you, Lady Elizabeth. I was spared the humiliation of being chased out.”

Without her, I would have been immediately expelled by the guard’s hand.

I expressed my gratitude, but all I got in return was a sullen look from Elizabeth.

“…The thanks are because you didn’t want the situation to escalate.”

“What do you mean?”

“Be honest. You were planning to harm that guard, weren’t you?”

Sharp as ever.

I had planned to be taken away quietly and then, out of the nobles’ sight, casually challenge him to a duel.

‘I’m really curious about the level of the royal guards these days,’ I thought, provoking him so that I would take the first hit and then give him a good thrashing five times over.

The guard wouldn’t want to reveal he was beaten by a mere servant, so he’d likely keep quiet.

“Look at you, hit the nail on the head, and now you’re speechless?”

“…You misunderstand. How exactly do you see me?”

“Hmph. A demon who kidnaps nobles of the earl’s family for ransom?”

Not that the duke’s family was an exception.

“Let’s put aside these minor issues.”

“Minor? You think starting a quarrel with a royal guard is minor?”

“Of course. It would prevent me from holding the fort until Lady Luciana returns.”

At that, Elizabeth tilted her head in confusion.

“Is, is that so…?”

Typical.

Mention anything related to Luciana, and she becomes a bit flustered.

“So, when is Lady Luciana…”

“Ah, she’s here!”

Caught perfectly by Elizabeth’s radar.

It was my mistake not to detect her first, as I don’t have eyes on the back of my head.

-Click-clack.

Luciana approaching us.

“Did you two have a good time?”

“Of course. There was a slight problem, but thanks to Lady Elizabeth, it was well resolved….”

Wait a moment.

Something was off. Both the expression and the way of speaking seemed normal at first glance, but…

“Lady Luciana, your fan is broken.”  

It was a subtle change that I could notice because I had been watching her closely. 

Luciana’s peacock feather fan was slightly broken at the bottom.  

“Oh dear, I must have not controlled my strength properly.”  

“Lu, Luci! What’s going on?”  

Another believer seemed to notice that something was not right and sweated coldly.  

“It’s nothing. Nothing happened.”  

Saying that with furrowed brows, how could one not be concerned?  

“Lady Luciana, I will have the fan fixed for you.”  

“Yes, I’ll leave it to you.”  

As I took the broken fan, I briefly grasped and then released her hand.  

“…Hans?”  

“Oh, I must have been nervous as well.”  

It was only natural for Elizabeth to pull me away immediately.  

It wasn’t just out of jealousy.  

In a place where many nobles were gathered, it was to guard against any potential scandal.  

Ah, the sharp look in my fiancée’s eyes stings.  

But what of it?  

Even that brief contact satisfied the condition.  

[Emotion Absorption Activated]  

[Peeking into Luciana Speda’s memories.]  

A clear vision soon emerged.  

An audience with the emperor.  

-For now, it’s merely an engagement. The formal vow of marriage is not until after graduation from the academy. Until then, I have no intention of being entangled with her.  

And that meeting with the prince, Garon Manhett, who was as disagreeable as they come.  

Despite appearances,  Luciana was quite depressed because of the series of events.  

That prince…  

He was the source of all evils.  

“My apologies.”  

“…Be careful.”  

Just a slight caution.  

Luciana seemed too drained to be angrier.  

“Everyone, pay attention!”  

Luckily, the other nobles were too preoccupied to care about us.  

A man with a heavy voice appeared.  

“Nice to meet you.”  

With blue hair and a crown atop, who wouldn’t recognize the symbol of the royal family?  

As the highest-ranking person appeared, all nobles’ attention was drawn.  

“Each and every one of you is a pillar that supports the empire. Before you enjoy today’s banquet, I have someone to introduce to you.”  

The emperor’s speech briefly stirred a commotion.  

“Has there been a notable figure recently?”  

“Perhaps someone from a ducal family?”  

“It could be Luciana Speda… the fiancée of the prince.”  

The person the emperor would personally introduce.  

At that moment, speculation was rife about who the notable figure might be.  

“Thank you for arranging this gathering.”  

Another person entered the banquet hall.  

With snow-white hair and beard,  but a physique and formal attire that didn’t match his age.  

“Who is that?”  

“Well, I’m not sure…”  

Perhaps because the emperor had just caught their attention,  

not many knew about the old man.  

But a few did.  

And so did I.  

“The pope…?”  

When playing the game, he was always the one in the holy city offering quite lucrative quests.  

However, he was also the one who, absorbed in his duty to protect the holy city, wouldn’t move an inch even when the Demon King invaded.  

“But why, why would he appear in this banquet hall?”  

“The pope…?”  

“Why is he here when he should be protecting Saleranto?”  

Some nobles who recognized his identity harbored the same doubt.  

After all, it had been a long time since he took such a public stance.  

“Nice to meet you, nobles of Manhett.”  

Was this the reason for his direct speech?  

“I am here today to say something to you, who protect this land.”  

Following the pope, another person entered the banquet hall.  

Blonde with heterochromia.  

Large eyes with thick lashes and a generally gentle appearance.  

-Click.

Without knowing, strength had crept into my hand holding the fan. 

The already damaged fan broke into two from the bottom. 

“That is….” 

“Hmm? Do you know her?” 

Not exactly. 

But I could confidently say that I knew her better than anyone here, even more than the Pope. 

“She is the saintess chosen by Goddess Nepisa. She plans to enroll in the academy with everyone, so I wanted to introduce her first.” 

It made sense. 

The saintess had been the protagonist under the chandelier, spending countless hours together. 

“I look forward to working with you.” 

A neat greeting that suited the nobles. 

However, this appearance was merely superficial. 

[Be more courageous. Do you need to follow your father’s path? Prince can do what he truly wants.] 

[If the prince dislikes that woman, is there a need to follow through with the engagement?] 

[I don’t think you’re wrong. Liberating slaves… It’s rather noble and sublime.] 

A direct way of speaking that confronts worries without holding back. 

A character that is honest, spirited, and deep, popular even in K-dramas. 

Knowing her choices in the game, her current demeanor felt all the more insincere. 

‘With her bold and fiery personality, she had charmed many a main male character from prestigious families.’ 

If anything, she was not so much a saintess as a temptress. 

“I didn’t plan to do so,” she said, having led on dozens of men. 

“Hans? Didn’t you ask if I knew her?” 

The person staring intently at me had a significant impact on Luciana’s downfall. 

Thus, I couldn’t view Saintess Linea too favorably. 

“I don’t know her. She doesn’t seem to be from the west. I only harbored suspicions because she was brought by the Pope.” 

Even as I responded to Luciana, my mind was elsewhere. 

The appearance was quicker than expected, causing me a headache. 

‘This is complicated.’ 

The starting point in the original game was always the academy. 

Hence, I thought the meeting between the saintess and the prince would happen only after enrollment. 

Glancing around, I searched for someone with hair the same color as the emperor’s. 

“Oh?” 

As expected. 

Far away, where people were gathered, there was someone scrutinizing the original protagonist from head to toe with keen interest. 

Despite the cold exterior, the eyes clearly showed ‘interest.’ 

‘How should I handle this?’ 

Originally, I planned to sow discord between the two after their academy enrollment. 

But the saintess made an unexpected front-and-center appearance. 

And caught the prince’s eye, no less. 

‘Should I get rid of the saintess?’ 

For Luciana’s peaceful life, perhaps. 

But I quickly discarded the thought that had crossed my mind. 

‘The power of the saintess is indispensable.’ 

The saintess’s unique skill, ‘Nepisa’s Blessing.’ 

A general increase in stamina, strength, magic power, etc., was just the beginning.

As the artifacts are recovered, their layered performance enhancements are added. 

Truly befitting the skill given to the protagonist, the buffs she provides were beyond imagination. 

Without it? 

The formidable enemies we would face ahead. 

It might be manageable now, but in a little time, no matter how much we attacked, our efforts would be toothless. 

To survive here, two conditions must be met. 

First, prevent Luciana’s fall and transformation into a mid-boss. 

Second, prevent the destruction of the world. 

‘Even if we remove her and Luciana avoids the worst-case scenario, it’s meaningless if the world ends.’ 

We must maintain as friendly a relationship as possible with the saintess. 

…But, is that even possible for Luciana? 

-It’s a duel. Commoner girl. If I win, never come near the prince again. 

‘That’s impossible.’ 

The scene before a battle in the game flashed through my mind. 

For Luciana, the North, Speda, was her identity and everything. True to the saying, “Those who wear the crown, bear its weight.” 

To protect the bond formed in the name of her family. 

Luciana, who turned a blind eye to her fiancé’s infidelity and ultimately exploded, yet passed the worst move to the saintess instead of the prince. 

‘I thought we could take it a bit slower, but…’ 

A decision was made. 

While the root cause of the downfall was the prince and the protagonist, in the game and the recent turmoil, Luciana herself had instigated it. 

“Lady Luciana. After the banquet, could you spare me a moment of your time?” 

Originally, if a knight proves his honor with a sword, Nobles must know how to protect their honor not just with that but with their words as well. 

It was time to show targeted education for the sharpest tongue. 

*** 

‘It feels heavier today.’ 

Luciana sighed deeply. 

The silver-haired noblewoman burdened with her family and honor. 

It seemed as though she could feel an unknown weight on her empty shoulders. 

‘I must endure. I can’t tarnish the name of the Speda family.’ 

The moment rumors of discord with the prince start circulating among people. 

What the repercussions would be. She shook her head to erase the worst imaginations. 

“Right. Hans said to meet tonight.” 

Forget the bad thoughts. 

Luciana reminded herself, waiting for her beloved servant. 

“It’s curious. Just thinking about the prince, who is to be my husband, used to pain my heart, but the thought of seeing Hans brings me true peace.” 

It’s only been a few months. Not long since Hans became her servant. 

Every day spent with him was truly refreshing. 

Just a moment ago as well. 

-Are you joking? 

-You’re my fiancé! You’re going to visit a lady’s room in the middle of the night? 

-What strange thing to say. It’s part of my duties as a servant. Rest assured. There will be no cause for Lady Elizabeth’s unease. 

Hans calming Elizabeth, who was sending jealous looks, by patting her shoulder.

Somewhat amusingly, she didn’t find the gaze of jealousy entirely unpleasant.  

“Anyway, I wonder what he want.”  

-Knock knock.  

Just then, the sound of knocking on the door was heard.  

“Come in.”  

“Yes, I will come in.”  

It hadn’t been long since they briefly parted at the banquet.  

With a welcome voice, the door opened.  

“Hans. …And a demon.”  

“Isn’t the temperature difference severe!”  

Hans, elegantly dressed in butler’s attire.  

And a face that was not particularly welcome was also present.  

“Why did you bring that unimpressive maid?”  

“She’s of help too.”  

Hans, as always, smiled and responded.  

“Lady Luciana. Haven’t you said that it’s better to learn about eloquence from me than from a teacher?”  

“That’s true but.”  

“I’ve been asked by the lord as well. To assist the lady to become a fine noble.”  

Why is that?  

He’s the same age as her.  

Is it because she gives off a similar vibe to her father or Count Frontal?  

That gentle smile is… Yes.  

It was like that of a seasoned noble.  

“May I offer the lady some modest advice?”  

Hans’s attitude was tender yet firm, as if calming a petulant child.  

At his momentum, Luciana unwittingly nodded.  

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A chandelier lavishly adorned with various precious metals.

The pure white marble floor that proudly reflects its light in full splendor.

Food and drinks made from regional specialties.

The view of the banquet hall at a glance was truly worthy of high nobility.

Of course, for someone like me, whose only experience with money was the allowance from a baronial family and a servant’s salary…

…How much would all that cost?

The beauty brought a sense of burden before wonder.

“Look over there. That’s Luciana from the Speda family.”

“Is it true she defeated a demon?”

“Honestly, it sounds exaggerated. How could someone our age take down a high demon?”

Nobles openly gossiped about Luciana, without any attempt to hide their conversation.

Their talk was rife with doubt and distrust.

“Everyone’s looking this way.”

“Not exactly pleasant, is it?”

Those daring to doubt and discuss her achievements weren’t going to be looked upon kindly.

Naturally, they received Luciana’s cold gaze, which, combined with the inherent prejudices of the North, led to even greater caution.

“Look at those fierce eyes. She looks savage.”

“Typical of northerners, resorting to threats and drawing swords at the slightest provocation. Barbaric.”

It couldn’t be helped.

Climate, culture, environment…

Even within the same Manhett Empire, there’s a world of difference depending on the region.

This often leads to rejection and rivalry between people from different areas.

‘I remember feeling that way when I first came to the North.’

Now, the situation was reversed.

Nobles from other regions, especially the Central, looked down on Luciana.

Ah, wait a minute.

I narrowed my brows, recalling a memory.

There was a scene like that in a game trailer.

The crown prince attended the academy’s tea party with the female protagonist.

Luciana, ignoring him outright, shone brilliantly like a diamond on the snow.

I had focused intently on the illustration, captivated by her radiant appearance, holding a teacup, biting a fork…

But there was a moment when Luciana, usually enduring insults, exploded.

It was when…

– Look at that. The poor Speda, robbed of the prince by a commoner.

– It must be disappointing because she’s from the North. Fits the barbarian who knows nothing but to wield a sword.

– …Are you done talking? I hope you’re prepared to face the barbarity of the North you dare speak of.

Insults to the North.

To those who demeaned her honor as barbarism, Luciana showed no forgiveness.

Those twin sisters who acted big among the noble factions?

They challenged her to a duel, faced a humiliating defeat, and withdrew in shame.

“I came here with high hopes to see the future leaders of the Manhett Empire.”

As expected.

Our lady chose to confront the issue head-on.

“I didn’t expect to come and see cowards who only talk behind others’ achievements.”

Silence.

The bustling banquet hall fell quiet at Luciana’s words.

“Why. Go on, talk more. That the North is full of barbarians, full of pretense and bluster, and that the lady has a foul mouth.”

Gloves adorned with golden embroidery, contrasting with her purple dress, were stripped from her hands. 

“However, be prepared if you intend to speak up.” 

-Thunk. 

The gloves fell to the floor of the ballroom, resonating. 

“Dare to tarnish my honor, and you shall pay the price. Instead of cowardly chatter, pick up the glove I threw and strike your face with it. I will accept your challenge.” 

A sign of duel. 

Upon seeing this, someone swallowed hard, and another could not hide their displeasure. 

And I, closely analyzing the situation, thought hard. 

‘Things are getting overheated.’ 

The response wasn’t bad. 

It was a remark that insulted not just Luciana personally but all the northern nobility. 

Even more so, it was a mockery exchanged openly within hearing distance. 

Had it been left unchecked, the situation would have only worsened without any self-correction. 

The problem was the wide-scale provocation against the nobles gathered in the ballroom. 

‘It even drew the attention of those who were previously uninterested, not to mention the nobles who were merely scratching the surface.’ 

No one would dare challenge Luciana, who is rumored to have slain a high demon. 

But if someone actually picked up that glove, it would be a major incident. 

And if left as is? 

The atmosphere would turn as somber as a funeral, though it’s merely a ball. 

-Swoosh. 

So, I picked it up. 

“…Hans?” 

“Please stand back, Lady Luciana.” 

I slowly walked towards her and handed her the glove. 

Not towards her face, but back to where it belonged. 

“There’s no need for you to personally intervene. Such matters should be handled by us, the lower ones.” 

“…Oh? A proxy duel, is it?” 

Her eyes, which had been cold till now, suddenly filled with interest. 

“Very well. You’ve all heard, haven’t you? If you have a grievance against me, challenge my servant to a duel.” 

A moment of silence. 

Even the professional musicians hesitated, freezing in place. 

Curious glances were directed our way. 

Soon, whispers spread like waves around a few individuals. 

“That servant, isn’t he the one? The one who won against Lady Speda in the martial contest…” 

“Ah, the scion of the baronial family that was all over the headlines with ‘The Counterattack from the West’?” 

“It’s a trap. Anyone foolish enough to challenge him will only face humiliation.” 

I paid close attention to the scorpion and worm patterns amidst them. 

The conductor, noticing the situation, subtly resumed the symphony. 

As if the duel declaration was never heard, the ballroom slowly regained its liveliness, previously frozen by Luciana. 

Of course, the disdain for the north and the tension had vanished. 

Naturally. 

It was a kind of performance. 

Maintaining Luciana’s honor duel declaration in form while cooling down the heated atmosphere caused by ‘the provocation of a lady’. 

Moreover, that servant is a genius known even in other regions. 

‘To respond to the provocation and be humiliated would be a disgrace.’ 

Today’s gathering was a social event exclusively for high nobility. 

Any fool who failed to notice this would have been exploited and driven out long ago. 

In the end.

The Lady of the North had perfectly seized control of the social scene. 

However, Luciana was unaware of all this. 

In other words, it was only because I, being competent, packaged it as ‘the preemptive strike intended by the lady.’ 

In reality, it was the lady’s uproar caused by irritation, that was the truth. 

‘Well, if another challenge comes, just smashing it down is enough.’ 

However, beautiful and kind, cherishing her subordinates, even her indignant appearance was adorable. 

But it was problematic that Luciana, as the future crown princess and needing to attend the academy, would react so impulsively going forward. 

Today was within my ability to cover, but there’s no guarantee for the future. 

‘The Duke only asked me to assist. But the social world is not one where you can survive on that alone. And yet, to bring in a private tutor…’

Just as my concerns deepened, “Hans.” 

Luciana approached and handed me a glass of drink with her beautiful hand. 

Thankfully, she seemed to have no intention of provoking further. 

“It’s an honor.” 

“There was no need for you to intervene.” 

“Ha-ha. How could I not? It’s your debut in the capital’s social circles; you must leave a good impression on others.” 

‘Right. Getting through this moment well is what’s important.’ 

There surely were those who harbored resentment. 

But it was clear to me. 

There were those who found interest in Luciana, who stood up honorably against insults. 

“Well, good job.” 

Luciana smiled brightly. 

Just as I was about to enjoy the drink while savoring her smile, “Lucy! That was amazing just now!” 

An unwelcome guest interjected. 

“Oh, Hans is here too. Hello. My fiancé was quite splendid.” 

Though she pretended to be pleased on the surface, she skillfully sent me a sign language message visible only to me. 

-You really don’t belong there. 

Essentially, a message telling me to get lost immediately. 

Indeed, her words had some merit. 

The surroundings were filled with children of nobles of at least the rank of earl. 

As the second son of a minor noble, it indeed wasn’t my place to mingle. 

There were also those who looked disdainfully at me being there. 

-I refuse. 

But I couldn’t yield either. 

Besides my duty as a dedicated servant and the request from the Duke, 

Look at that ominous gaze. 

The obsessive greed intent on engraving from Luciana’s head to her toes! 

‘As if I would cater to such selfish desires.’ 

“I am thankful for such praise.” 

“Hehe. It’s natural to wish well for one’s fiancé.”

Even without words, there is something that connects fanatics to each other. 

On the surface, I laugh and joke, 

-It’s your turn to give in this time, isn’t it? Haven’t you had enough chances? A unique flavor of emotion is pouring out right now.

-Are you oblivious? Staying this long at the banquet is also a nuisance to Lucy. 

Beneath the surface, a fierce battle of wits was waged to secure the seat next to the goddess. 

However, it’s like preparing a ritual without even having something to offer. 

“Haha, it’s nice to see you two getting along. Then, I have some business to attend to as well, so you guys stay here.” 

“Ah, Lady!” 

“Lucy!” 

Our cries, mine and Elizabeth’s, were in vain as Luciana, in her purple dress, drifted far away.

***

Surviving the insults of nobles from other regions was not so difficult. 

“Such matters should naturally be handled by those below us.” 

The thoughtful gesture of putting the thrown glove back on one’s hand. 

Even if other nobles caused trouble, there was nothing to fear as long as Hans and she joined forces. 

But the real problem was something else. “Again? This uncomfortable feeling.” 

An indescribable unease pricking at the heart. 

Luciana knew best what the cause was. 

Was it the pair of mandarin ducks from the east, symbolizing marital harmony, causing this? 

Elizabeth, who naturally joined them. 

Ever since she saw her talking intimately with Hans, the feeling of alienation persisted. 

The result was this. As if fleeing, she stormed out of the place.

“Cast aside your distractions.” 

It was the love between a dear friend and a cherished subordinate. 

Rather than blessing them, expressing displeasure was pointless. 

“I should focus on what I rightfully should do.” 

She fiddled endlessly with the letter personally given by her father, trying to ignore her current feelings. 

Then, “You must be Lady Luciana Speda.” 

The knight, clad in golden full plate mail, approached without a sound, his presence alone hinting at his high caliber. 

It was a timely moment. 

Luciana turned towards him with a subtle sense of relief. 

“…A royal guard.” 

“His Majesty is waiting. This way.” 

Passing through the corridors of the royal palace, she arrived at a room. 

The solemn red carpet and the golden doorknob welcomed her. 

“His Majesty, Lady Luciana Speda has arrived.” 

“Let her in.” 

The most revered person in the Manhett Empire. 

Luciana bowed deeply to the emperor, who sat on his throne looking down at her. 

“The eldest daughter of the Speda family is honored to be in Your Majesty’s presence.” 

The etiquette of lifting the hem of her dress was performed flawlessly, pleasing the emperor who nodded in satisfaction. 

“I thought the girl to be my daughter-in-law was only outstanding in swords, but she’s perfect even in court etiquette. A happy miscalculation indeed.”

It was, of course, a given. Luciana, destined to be the future mistress of the Manhett Empire, had perfected even this simple greeting through hundreds of practice sessions. 

“Hmm, how is the Duke doing?” 

“Of course, he is well. Moreover, he has sent this letter to His Majesty.” 

The intention of her father sealed within the envelope. 

Although curious about the content he entrusted her to deliver, she had no intention of opening it. 

If it’s the will of the family, naturally, it must be followed. 

Why preview it and decide what to do?

“That he has sent a letter himself is unexpected. He’s not one to send letters over trivial matters.” 

“He said to leave the judgment to His Majesty.” 

“Haha, I am curious what story the wise Sword Saint of the north has shared.” 

Suddenly, His Majesty clapped his hands. 

“Come in. With this, even your high standards should be quite satisfied, shouldn’t they?” 

Shifting to a more relaxed tone, shedding some of his solemnity. 

Luciana, still tense, clenched her fist around Hans’s glove, which retained his warmth. 

“Well, I suppose.”

Although it was the first time hearing it, instinctively, she knew who it was. 

Looking up, she saw the face she had seen countless times in portraits there in real life. 

“The Crown Prince, Your Highness…” 

The man destined to be her partner, arranged by their families. 

“Garon. What are you doing? Hurry and greet her.” 

“Pleased to meet you, Speda.” 

The blue hair symbolizing the royal family. 

The other half she had longed for.

‘But, why?’

 Luciana instinctively knew. 

Affection, expectation, interest. 

There should be at least some form of resistance. 

Yet, nothing but indifference resided in those green pupils looking back at her.

“…Tsk. Is that all to your sentiment?” 

“Yes. For now, it’s merely an engagement. The formal vow of marriage is not until after graduation from the academy. Until then, I have no intention of being entangled with her.” 

With those words, the Crown Prince left the room abruptly.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to give you a chance to greet each other. But that child turned out this way.” 

“…It’s okay.” 

Her voice trembled naturally, though she tried to hide it. 

‘It’ll be okay if I make an effort.’ 

Destined to live by his side for a lifetime. 

Though the first meeting was less than expected, it was a problem that could be solved by advancing the relationship. 

For the sake of not bringing shame to her family, she had to do her best. 

Besides, nobility is destined to prioritize duty over perishable love. 

Consoling herself, Luciana overlaid her face with the mask she had practiced thousands of times. 

“I will be entering the academy the same year as His Highness, the Crown Prince. I will stand by his side.” 

“Having a daughter-in-law so considerate, I see my worries were unnecessary.” 

The Emperor stroked his blue beard with an awkward expression. 

“Though it’s a bit late, go enjoy the social gathering. I’ll make sure Garon isn’t late either.” 

“Yes, Your Majesty.” 

Once again, she lifted the hem of her dress in greeting. 

Entering as before, but this time, the fabric felt significantly heavier.

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“Hmm, fascinating.”

Inside a moving carriage.

And the same landscape visible outside the window.

In that dull space, the only sight worth seeing.

Luciana, dressed in a violet dress, murmured so.

“What is fascinating?”

Being trapped in here, coming out only to sleep or repeat the mundane routine of training, what’s there to be amazed by?

“At the duke’s residence, I couldn’t mask the bitter taste. Surprisingly, inside this carriage, I seem to have brewed it quite well. Have my skills improved already?”

– That’s unlikely.

But then, can you even tell the difference?

It tasted the same to me.

“Well, maybe…?”

“That’s unlike you to sound so uncertain. Suspicious.”

She pondered with her eyes closed for a moment.

“Right. For a demon, your tea-brewing skills are quite useful.”

When she reopened her eyes, a different coldness was present than before.

It wasn’t directed at me.

Beside me.

Towards the blonde maid, feigning ignorance and looking outside.

“Why, why are you picking on me?”

“Hans couldn’t possibly brew tea so skillfully, could he?”

Luciana gulped down the tea in her cup at once.

-From freshness to sweetness, and then bitterness. To fully enjoy all the flavors of tea, one should savor it slowly.

She abandoned her own theory about tea that she used to repeat to me.

-Clink!

Cup and saucer.

The sound of glass clinking tore through the carriage.

“Hans, by delegating your work to the maid, how can you expect to improve your skills? Moreover, how would you know if the demon decides to poison me?”

“…My apologies.”

I immediately bowed my head.

Who would have thought?

That she would guess so accurately.

“If you understand, that’s good. Be more careful in the future. I’m not particularly keen on consuming anything touched by that demon.”

“For someone descended from a great warrior, you’re quite stingy. You should focus on being a bit more generous.”

“Hmph, a maid lecturing me. Show some manners first, then we’ll see.”

-Zap!

An invisible current seemed to flow between their gazes.

‘They really are completely incompatible.’

If left alone, this could escalate into an endless argument.

I quickly intervened.

“Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since we’ve been to the capital! I only have vague memories from when I was very young, following my father. How about you, Lady Luciana?”

She erased the furrow between her brows at my attempt to change the subject.

“I feel the same. Being busy with swordsmanship training in the north, haha, our situations are quite alike.”

Just then, the carriage’s rattling gradually subsided.

Meaning.

We had left the mountainous paths and entered onto proper roads.

“I wonder how skilled the nobles of the central region are. Truly curious.”

“…I can assure you, they won’t meet Lady Luciana’s expectations.”

Luciana’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, but…

The city of politics, the central region.

A place fundamentally different from the north, where the presence of a clear enemy, demons, made swordsmanship and archery basic nobility skills.

Swordsmanship is a tool for showing off in duels.

Archery, a hobby used for hunting.

Merely recreational activities.

It might be wise to warn her in advance.

“Well, high expectations often lead to great disappointments. Moderate them, please.”

Then, the view outside the window, previously only dense trees, began to change.

A giant castle.

The white marble walls encircling it.

Unlike the north, which prioritizes durability, this place boasted a radiant whiteness.

“Oho. This is human architectural style…I thought they had completely abandoned cultural life. It does have a certain charm, doesn’t it?”

Bathory seemed to quite like its appearance, offering such a critique.

“…I can see very well what you think of our family.”

“Then what kind of resonance do you expect me to feel from those dark walls?”

“Both of you, please calm down. It seems we’ll be arriving soon.”

Handcuffs, bluefish, and gold coins…

“Huh. All four duke families are gathered. It will be nice to see those faces after a long time.”

Besides the familiar polar bear emblem, there were several other symbols.

These emblems on the carriages parked here belonged to noble families renowned even within the Manhett Empire.

“It’s going to be a tiring day.”

Luciana, who usually avoids such noble gatherings, was not surprisingly displeased.

“You seem rather cheerful for that.”

But, the characteristic sign of her genuinely being annoyed,

There was no particular change in her brows.

“Haha. Did you notice? Indeed, Hans, that’s some sharp observation.”

Luciana tossed her hair back over her ear.

‘…Wow.’

Her ear, perfectly curved as if delicately carved, and the elegant neck below it.

Her skin, appearing even whiter against the violet, made me involuntarily swallow.

Despite the cold weather of the north, she, who usually prefers a modest attire for the sake of nobility etiquette, seems to have put extra effort into her dress for the central social gathering today.

“Today’s dress is quite… er, um.”

I silently made excuses, grateful for my unchanging expressionless face.

It was a decent reaction on my part.

The shy gesture of the princess had its own destructive power.

If Elizabeth had been here, she too couldn’t have hidden her excitement.

‘What’s different today?’

“It’s because today is worth that exception.”

The social gathering?

Surely she isn’t suddenly looking forward to interacting with other nobles.

But she truly seemed to be enjoying herself.

Even within her usual expressionless state, I could sense a slight air of excitement.

‘The duke didn’t mention anything…’

-Did you call for me?

-Yes. It’s nothing else. Luciana will soon depart for the central region. She’s not well-versed in politics, so I want you to assist and look after her by her side.

Her debut in the social circles of another region.

That was all I was briefed on.

“Are you talking about its value?”

“Yes. Today is the first time I will meet him.”

Hearing Luciana’s response, I finally understood what she was anticipating.

The crown prince.

The relationship formed through their engagement.

-How could His Highness be so heartless?!

-Move aside. You do not make my heart beat.

And being enchanted by the original protagonist.

The very person who led her to ruin by only having eyes for him for a lifetime.

“Though I’ve only seen him in portraits, meeting him in person is indeed nerve-wracking.”

“…Is that so.”

I gritted my teeth secretly.

So as not to be caught by her, who was distracted dreaming of a sweet future.

[Luciana’s ruin progress has been updated.]

[40%]

Her impending downfall, now quantified, made the anger boiling up from my chest cool down abruptly.

‘Right. Instead of just being angry, I need to plan what to do.’

Considering the previous incident with Freedman, there was only one reason for Luciana’s ruin progress to be increasing now.

It’s because she’s getting closer to the crown prince, the cause of it all.

‘Now I understand. It’s possible that since our first meeting, the ruin progress hasn’t dropped from 30% because…’

Before I arrived, she was already engaged to the crown prince.

Unless this is broken, Her ruin was as good as a foretold destiny.

At least to me.

“Hans? You look pale.”

Oh no.

It seems I had frozen my expression for too long for her to notice.

“It’s nothing. Maybe it’s because we’re about to arrive. Suddenly, I feel nauseous.”

“Take some rest for a bit. It would be troublesome if you’re still feeling sick upon reaching the Imperial Palace.”

I nodded in gratitude for her consideration.

***

“We’ll take a short break.”

We took a brief rest before reaching the Imperial Palace.

I also stepped outside to settle my uneasy stomach.

“Such an overprotective one.”

Bathory clicked her tongue upon hearing my soft mutter.

Soon, she placed her hand near my ear.

“Anyone would think you’re the mother here. Just don’t get too attached to your prey.”

“How can I not be concerned? Affection greatly influences human emotions, and she’s doing well enough as it is.”

“Of course, you would think that way.”

Deceiving her has become as easy as eating cold porridge.

Bathory looked incredulous.

Ignoring her advice, I was lost in thought.

‘The best course of action would be a mutual agreement to break off the engagement.’

But, would that be easy?

A political marriage, especially one forged to strengthen the alliance between the royal family and a ducal house.

Not to mention Luciana’s loyalty to her family.

And the crown prince, representing the royal pride, would likely refuse to break off the engagement.

‘Either way, the one who proposes to end the engagement will bear the disgrace.’

Abandoning a long-standing promise between families.

It could even be seen as discord between the north and the royal family.

Heading towards disaster, it was clear no good would come of it.

In the original story, it all ended with Luciana’s death,

‘But I have no intention of just watching.’

In the game, Luciana paid the price.

This time, it was his turn.

Back in the carriage, setting off again,

I looked at Luciana, radiant as ever today, and inwardly scoffed.

‘No matter how I think about it, that prince really lacks discernment.’

Whether in viewing the world or people.

To be enchanted by one woman and discard the daughter of a ducal house controlling a fifth of the empire’s land?

Without even showing proper manners or paying a rightful price.

Unilaterally?

Kicking away his own support base in the royal family, no less.

Proof of his lack of worldly wisdom.

And above all,

‘Where would you find a bride like Luciana? He’s blind to his luck.’

Just then,

The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated Luciana.

Her hair, shining brighter than silk, white and lustrous.

Her eyes, rivaling the finest sapphires in brilliance.

A warm heart hidden beneath a cold, noble exterior.

Truly, my favorite character lacked nothing.

My hatred for the crown prince, whom I hadn’t even met yet, grew by leaps and bounds.

Screech. 

Passing the imperial palace’s main gate at a slow pace, the carriage seemed to have found a spot to park and came to a stop. 

“Still made it on time, though. Hans, please show the way.” 

Fingers as white as jade stretched out towards me. 

I really didn’t want to arrange a meeting with the crown prince at all, if I could help it. 

But how could I refuse? 

Slowly, and gradually. 

Putting distance between the two seemed like the best course of action. 

“Yes, my lady, as you command.” 

“And let the maid take care of cleaning up around here, as maids do.” 

“Descendant of warrior, isn’t this treatment too much?” 

Leaving the grumbling Bathory behind, we headed towards the palace’s banquet hall.

—

Last night. 

After sending off the vampire, the duke immersed in thought headed towards the window. 

Far away. 

The Evildon Empire, swarming like insects in a place too far to be seen. 

“They are in the midst of a civil war.”

 – Tap, tap. 

The duke’s fingers tapped the window sill at this unexpected piece of information, a habit when he was deep in thought. 

Vampires. 

According to her, Evildon is currently split into two factions fighting each other. 

The Levine faction, which advocates for the unity of demonkind with the Demon King at the forefront. 

And the resistance faction, represented by gargoyles. 

“Hmm. Now would be the perfect time to invade.” 

Of course, the warriors of the north are braver than those from other regions. 

But it’s a total war between nations. 

Relying solely on the north’s forces would be difficult. 

If reinforcements from other regions don’t come, the operation is bound to fail. 

“I should send a letter to the royal family.” 

It was an opportune moment. 

Noble youths about to come of age were gathering in the capital to get acquainted. 

“I’ll entrust the letter to Lucy. …The problem is the other side, though.” 

The duke, thinking of Lucy who would head to the central region in a few days, had a slight worry on his face. 

Even to her father, she seemed closer to a knight than a noble. 

He thought she would gradually improve over time, but instead, she’s becoming ‘the perfect knight’. 

Even searching through historical records, it would be hard to find a true knight like Luciana. 

He was more than pleased to see her grow up so righteous and upright, but… 

‘This cannot continue.’

Can Lucy, who can be seen as naive in politics, withstand the local influences of other regions, especially the entrenched nobles of the central region? 

It’s essential for her to not only penetrate the tightly-knit circles and establish the prestige befitting her status but also to go further and enjoy a happy life as the mother of the empire.

“Do you not even know the basic courtesy expected of nobility? Get lost. There’s nothing more to say.”

However, in the duke’s imagination, the image of his daughter coldly cutting off their approaches with a single stroke was vividly drawn. 

Politics. 

She must quickly realize it’s all about pushing and pulling, the underlying rules of the game.

“I’ll warn Lucy, but I should also speak to Hans.” 

The duke recalled a boy who stood confidently before him, not cowed, expressing his opinions. 

That reminds me. 

“Luciana Speda, the duchess, was mentioned.” 

Even in front of Count Frontal. 

Whether the intention was actually to overthrow the duke or to evade the crisis at the moment was unclear. 

But if that page, with judgment rivaling that of the shrewdest nobles, is by Luciana’s side, “At least she won’t be disregarded among her peers of noble children.” 

Hans will block any major crisis. 

As smart as the child is, this experience will rather serve as a medicine. 

Feeling his shoulders lighten slightly, the duke stretched amidst the mountain of work piled up: arranging carriages, selecting accompanying nobles, writing letters… 

“Looks like today’s sword practice is canceled.” 

For his daughter’s successful debut in the central society. 

And for the boundless peace of the North. 

Duke Speda, still somewhat awkward with a pen in his hand, got to work.

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“It’s a headache.” 

For himself. 

No, ever since the Speda family was established. 

The Duke had never experienced such an unprecedented event and smirked bitterly. 

“A demon race defector, huh. Seriously, Lucy, this child always brings trouble to the family.” 

He had ordered the capture of the demon, of course. 

But he never expected to subdue and capture one alive to bring back home. 

“Honestly…” 

The Duke quietly drew his sword and looked at it. 

The instinctive hatred that boiled up at the sight of demons. 

Even when he first faced that vampire named Bathory, it was no less intense. 

He almost acted on the impulse to immediately behead them, which says it all. 

“Still, I held back well. Thanks to that, I found unexpected pleasure.” 

Chuckle. 

The Duke couldn’t hide his laughter as he remembered the conversation with the captured vampire, Bathory. 

***

“The malice is quite sharp. Can you put it away? I’m already full of wounds and bound in various ways, so I can’t even resist.” 

A necklace that seals magic. 

Shackles that limit movement. 

And above all, the presence of a Sword Saint who would immediately exclude any misbehavior. 

No matter how high-ranking a demon, they were virtually powerless. 

“Do you know where you are to speak such words?” 

“I don’t know. But if I were to guess, it’s the residence of the descendants of a great warrior.” 

But surprisingly. 

The opponent showed no real sign of resistance. 

It was a bizarre enough event to even momentarily dampen the rising hatred. 

“Descendant of a great warrior, what sentence will you pass on me?” 

Then. 

A maliciousness crept into the crimson eyes that calmly observed him. 

“I have already laid my hands on your people beforehand. If you execute me, it will affect them as well.”

Her face, brightly smiling with fangs bared.

To the outside observer, it seemed like the behavior of an evil demon taking key personnel of the Duke’s estate hostage.

‘However…’

The Duke, having met many people upon his ascent, saw through it.

A contrived manner of speaking.

Cold sweat trickling down the neck beyond the blond hair.

And the pupils, shaking violently as if failing to act.

It immediately reminded him of a young Luciana caught sneaking candy.

“…Well.”

The experienced Duke slowly stroked his chin.

This demon was hiding something.

‘Will her attitude change when her life is on the line?’

He decided to strip off that mask.

The Duke lowered his voice with resolve.

“Though she is a servant dear to my daughter, the price seems too low to capture a high-ranking demon.”

“…Ugh. Have you no shame as a nobleman! To jeopardize the safety of your own people!”

“Sometimes, one must learn to sacrifice the few for bold decisions.”

Of course, the Duke had no intention of risking the talents of the North so lightly.

He was simply curious how the vampire would react once she realized the lifeline she so trusted was severed.

Biting her lip tightly, she eventually let out a feeble voice.

“…Please, save me.”

Was she begging for her life?

Demons are indeed contemptible.

‘It should be easy to negotiate the termination of Hans’s contract using the promise of sparing her life as bait.’

She had hoped to escape.

Expelling her to the borderlands after a bit of cleaning up seemed appropriate.

However, Bathory’s next words forced the Duke to reconsider his plans.

“Save Hans. His abilities will be of great help to you. He is not someone who should die like this.”

In a situation where the roles were reversed, the Duke concealed his discomfort.

The vampire’s ugly struggle was not for her own life.

It was for Hans’s life.

She looked up at him with trembling eyes, having set aside her pride and nobility.

Her flawless blond hair shone like a halo, filled with ‘worry.’

She even appeared noble despite being an enemy.

‘Is this even possible?’

Humans and demons have been deep-seated enemies throughout history.

Failing to understand each other, they only repeated exchanges of mockery on the battlefield for a long time.

Thus, the Duke found this conversation with the vampire strangely unfamiliar and awkward.

“What is your purpose?”

“Purpose? I owe a great debt, and I am here to repay it. That’s all I can say.”

‘As troublesome as my daughter, that boy too is not to be underestimated.’

The Duke was newly impressed.

The vampire, maintaining her dignity even in this situation.

He had felt it intuitively.

She must be a high-ranking demon.

A monster, her strength comparable to thousands of soldiers, tens of knights.

What kind of skill did she employ?

To incur a debt among the conflict-ridden demons and come this far.

“I understand that you owe a debt to Hans, the servant. But if you thought I would simply accept your presence here, you are greatly mistaken.”

Accepting a demon’s defection was unexpected and difficult to digest.

Naturally, they are a race not to be trusted.

For the safety of his people, execution seemed the best course of action. 

Firm in his resolve, the vampire spoke without hiding her fangs.

“If you truly are a descendant of warriors, you would brave the smaller risks and guard against the greater ones.”

“That’s a cryptic statement.”

“You must have heard it from your daughter already. Beware of the Demon King.”

The Demon King.

At that word, the Duke’s blue eyes deepened with seriousness.

“The Demon King, you say. Explain further.”

“A being who claims to unite all demons under him and possesses the formidable power to back up his arrogant claims.”

It wasn’t a statement to be taken lightly.

As much as he wished otherwise, was it the truth?

‘If all demons were to unite, the first target would be…

Right here, the North. Our lands, bordering the Evildon Empire, would be threatened.’

“I have fought against this pretender Demon King myself. You could find my information useful.”

“Are you betraying your country to repay a favor?”

“No. It’s for a more personal reason. I lost everything for rebelling against the Demon King.”

‘Revenge, then.’

A flicker of interest crossed the Duke’s face.

Mulling over her words, Duke Speda slowly calculated.

Knowing there was a demon opposing the Demon King was a significant discovery.

Moreover, a high-ranking noble who had fallen and lost her foundation.

‘An excellent opportunity to make use of.’

Yet, the problem remained her very existence.

Just one gesture of her hand could bring about magic that might annihilate his people.

Trusting her word alone was too risky a gamble.

As a noble tasked with protecting his people, he couldn’t help but hesitate.

“Not exactly the response you were hoping for, I see. Is this all the trust my life can buy?”

“Whatever your status in the Evildon Empire might be, what does it matter? Here, you are nothing but a demon.”

It was the Duke’s sincere belief.

This could well be another cunning trick.

As he spoke with a hint of menace, urgency crept into the demon’s voice.

“This is troubling. If I die, so does Hans. I cannot repay kindness with enmity. Please, show mercy.”

‘Oh?’

Her breathing quickened.

And cold sweat was visible between strands of blond hair.

The Duke’s gaze sharpened.

It was clear how dearly she valued Hans, her benefactor, more than he had imagined.

As the Duke remained silent, the vampire bit her lip tightly and slowly bowed her head.

Her brilliant blond hair flowed over her shoulders like silk.

“I swear I will bring something more valuable than the honor attached to my neck. I’m willing to seal it with magic if necessary.”

“Hmm, I’ve heard wizards are averse to that. But you’re quite proactive.”

The vampire’s proposal was straightforward: a contract magic that, if breached, would result in the permanent loss of mana. 

By binding her actions with such a contract, they could be reassured against any potential misfortunes.

‘Furthermore, I could continue the legacy of my ancestors with this.’

Territorial expansion.

Gleaning details about Evildon through her could shift the long-standing defensive stance.

“Very well. Yegor!”

“Yes, my lord?”

“This demon is willing to bind herself with contract magic voluntarily. How can we refuse? Summon the family’s wizard!”

The subsequent proceedings pleased the Duke immensely.

The conditions were clear: do no harm to the citizens or the Duke’s bloodline, no use of magic within the ducal estate, and absolute obedience to the Duke’s commands. 

Despite the unfavorable terms, Bathory accepted them without complaint. 

The only advantage given to her was the preservation of her life.

“Then let’s formalize the contract…”

“Wait! I’d like to add a condition.”

The peaceful atmosphere shifted abruptly. Even amidst a sharp tension, the vampire stood firm.

The Duke noticed his own expression growing stern.

‘Is she having second thoughts now?’

Contract magic requires mutual consent. 

If she harbored any dissatisfaction with the current terms, the agreement could fall through, potentially endangering the safety of the North.

In the midst of their sharp confrontation, the Duke asked about her ‘condition.’

“Let’s hear it.”

“Don’t worry. It won’t conflict with your terms.”

She averted her gaze, mumbling in a soft voice.

“…allow me to do it.”

“What? Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, let me work in the position of Hans’s exclusive servant…?”

The Duke couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the absurdity. 

It was a statement that could only come from ignorance of human culture.

“A servant’s servant! Now, that’s something new!”

“What’s so funny?”

Though the vampire frowned, the Duke paid it no mind. 

The idea of a high-ranking demon desiring to undertake such menial human tasks was ludicrous.

After a hearty laugh, the Duke cleared his throat, regaining his solemn demeanor.

“Ahem! Very well. I’ll gladly accept your condition. A maid’s position under his supervision should suffice.”

“So, I’ll be able to stay with Hans?”

“Of course. You’ll be working closely on a professional basis.”

Bathory then showed a satisfied smile.

“I’ve made a unilateral pact with him, so I must repay him in some way, right?”

Well.

She is a high-ranking demon, a symbol of terror.

Who would dare assign her menial tasks?

‘But then again, considering that audacious fellow…

It might just be possible.

He’s a boy who’s always been bold enough to state his opinions, even in front of him.

‘Maybe he’ll work her to the bone.’

-Am I to perform such demeaning tasks?

-Oh? Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to serve me? 

Was everything you said to me a lie?

“Fine, fine! Can’t I express at least some dissatisfaction? Treating a high-ranking demon like an ordinary maid.

Just imagining her doing menial tasks like cleaning and laundry, and being ordered around by a servant.”

-Snicker.

Duke Speda couldn’t help but laugh out loud, forgetting his dignity.

“Let’s finalize the contract, then.”

“I, Erzsébet Bathory, agree to fulfill the terms of the contract. Should I fail, I consent to lose all my mana.”

-Swish.

The mana leaked from the vampire’s chest, precisely from her heart, in front of the Duke’s wizard.

Strands of red and blue light were absorbed into the contract.

“Now that the contract is complete, you can unbind these. I never intended to harm, but now it’s truly impossible.”

She showed her bound wrists to him, with a tone far from the humility of a maid, arrogant and assertive.

“Well, I won’t bother telling you to speak formally to me.”

The Duke was unconcerned.

How long would that last anyway? 

She would only listen in the moment, her proud nature making it impossible to turn into a habit.

“Now tell me everything you know.”

From the situation in the Evildon Empire to the characteristics of this Demon King.

After hearing it all, Duke Speda rested his chin on his hand.

“…Understood. Do not speak of today’s events to anyone. This is an order.”

“Understood. I will do so.”

Bathory turned around and left the master’s chamber.

“The butler, was it? Where is Hans?”

“A maid’s manner of speaking, what is that?! …Ah, what am I saying. Never mind. Follow me.”

Yegor, the steward, tried to maintain his dignity while clearly flustered by the high-ranking demon.

A smile lingered on the Duke’s lips as he remained alone.

***

“Extra, extra!”

Fame is not something one chooses for oneself.

Achievements.

As long as there are dazzling achievements to admire, even if one shies away from the limelight, others will naturally elevate them.

[The Jewel of the North, Luciana Speda. Defeats a High-Ranking Demon.]

The fact that a young lady, not yet of age, defeated that formidable demon.

That alone was enough to elevate her to the status of a celebrity.

“Luciana again?! The more I try to get close, the further she seems to get!”

Some, jealous, devoted themselves even more to their training.

“How can a journalist write so poorly?! Ah, her beauty matched by her strength! Luciana cannot be contained in just a few words!”

“Keep your fuss to a moderate level. Remember, she’s your magic mentor. Well, I do agree that she embodies both beauty and strength.”

There were those who spared no praise, almost worshiping her like a deity.

“Ha! To think the girl I’m taking as my daughter-in-law would do such tremendous things!”

And the news reached the ears of the most revered entity in the Manhett Empire.

“Tsk. Lighten up. Shouldn’t you be happy about this?”

“I haven’t even spoken to her once. Why should I be pleased with this news?”

The Emperor sighed deeply at his child’s indifferent words.

“You’ll meet her soon… Don’t make such a face in front of your fiancée.”

“I’ll consider it.”

In front of the Emperor, the only person who could afford not to immediately agree was the Crown Prince, Garon Manhett, causing the Emperor’s wrinkles to deepen.

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