Regardless of Milene’s thoughts, her daughter, carrying a large platter covered in violet cloth, was walking lightly.

With a white dress, a green ribbon, and flowers sent by her father on her chest, Lu looked immaculately beautiful. The palace maids, skilled in dressing up, had brought out her strengths, making her not only beautiful but also incredibly charming.

Lu didn’t look around. She had no interest in how she looked. She was only interested in transferring the sacred imperial symbol she brought from the Katart Palace Treasury.

If Count Plache’s influence became more firmly established with today’s events, that would be enough. That was the most important thing. Everything was a political move, a means for revenge against Carlos.

The man who promised to fulfill the revenge sat arrogantly on the throne. Lu suddenly thought that the image suited Hayden the best.
The appearance of a dirty blond with an ill-fitted helmet and the way he clung to her like an ordinary man, grinning from the momentum, were all out of place. That man had to be there. He was the ‘Emperor.’

“Come closer.”

As Imperialle was about to arrange herself at an appropriate distance, Hayden casually spoke. As a result, Imperialle, who was guarding Lu, moved a little forward, narrowing the distance with the throne.

The throne was on a platform that had to be climbed twice, and Lu stood right in front of those stairs, bowing her knees and waist according to the royal etiquette. It was exactly as the royal etiquette teacher had taught her. The angles, expressions, height—everything was flawless, but everything irritated Hayden’s eyes.

The fact that she, with high heels and a hefty tray, was making a forbidden greeting and greeting him at all bothered him.

“Greetings are unnecessary.”

He coldly waved his hand. No matter if she brought the body of a noble, she was still from Caletta. The nobles judged that the Emperor was very cold toward the daughter of Countess Plache or the former Caletta ambassador.

Well, they couldn’t welcome a traitor and a person from a country of bandits. Laughter hid behind the fan and mustache.

“Stand up and get to the point. What did you bring?”

However, the unfortunate Chamberlain Simon Kainberg knew.

The Emperor had no intention of keeping Countess Plache for long.

He would enter straight into the main topic, lavish all kinds of condescension on Lu to elevate her honor, quickly finish the work, and then let her dance, rest, or whatever she wanted. Those nobles who were currently laughing without knowing would be the ones to fall victim to the Emperor.

Maybe they would realize after hearing ten incredibly flashy sarcasms and having their wealth stripped away. Borrowing the words of the Emperor, they were heads placed on a weight that was nothing more than a weight on the neck, ‘useless, and even aesthetically useless.’ ‘

“It is a sacred symbol returning to His Majesty the Emperor.”

What confidence. The nobles who had been listening with fans or holding their hands back turned their eyeballs and looked at Lu.

How could she confidently say ‘sacred symbol’? You had to be careful with your tongue in front of the Emperor. Exaggeration could lead to unknown consequences. The Caletta-born woman spoke fearlessly.

“I am pleased to return it to Your Majesty, which has long been in the wrong hands.”

Lu also knew exactly where she was speaking. She carefully chose her words, most of which were agreed upon in consultation with Hayden, the Chamberlain, and her.

“Of course, it is not perfect, and I apologize for that.”

And Hayden, the mighty Emperor of the vast empire, who told her to skip greetings and etiquette and get straight to the point, listened carefully to every word Lu said without interrupting.
He would never stop her from speaking. He would wait until she said everything she wanted to say. With the Emperor waiting, all the nobles also had to act accordingly.

“Returning even a part of it is considered to contribute to Your Majesty’s power and the glory of Perseita.”

Humble yet confident. Although she once dedicated herself to the country she betrayed, Lu was not groveling before the Perseita Emperor. She simply chose which side was right and which side would be most helpful for revenge.

“Your Majesty, this is the treasure of Perseita stolen by Carlos Arthur Ingram 430 years ago from the treasure vault of this palace.”

Imperialle approached with gloved hands and removed the purple cloth covering the tray Lu was holding. The dazzling brilliance of the Emperor’s orb and scepter was revealed.

Those with limited historical knowledge couldn’t immediately recognize what it was, but nobles who liked to boast of their culture and knowledge, or those who had received a considerable education, recognized it right away.

“Royal…, what was it, Royal?”

Among them, there were those who barely recalled the name they had learned in the boring history class at home and private school.

“Is that real?”