In today’s newspaper, news about last night’s victory banquet filled pages 1 through 5.

The most talked-about person is undoubtedly Ru, who appeared at last night’s banquet with the symbol of Perseta Imperial Authority.

Ru stared intently at the illustration that depicted her boldly coming forward to Hayden, asking him to strike the throat of Emperor Kaleta, drawn as a bold speaker from Kaleta, and the Rustica Genesis depicted as being less mischievous than expected.

“All the newspapers wrote about the broken illustration. How can this be you?”

However, Hayden, who peeked into the newspaper she was reading from behind, didn’t seem to think so.

“It’s okay at this level.”

“Where exactly? I can’t find any charm even if I close my eyes and look.”

He sneered while browsing through the entire front page of the newspaper spread out on the table. Although all the front pages of the newspapers depicted the same scene differently, none of them appealed to him.

“You don’t look like this. The newspapers have forgotten their role of conveying clear facts today; they all neglected their duty.”

Hayden scoffed at the hastily drawn picture, wondering how such a picture could be true.

“I don’t look too bad for my first appearance in an illustration, right?”

It’s okay at this level. Ru showed the newspaper, seeking agreement. The steward standing behind quietly nodded at Ru’s words, but Hayden laughed heartily without expression.

“Where exactly is it okay?”

“At least there are no horns, and no tail attached. It looks like the expression of a slightly naughty person.”

In fact, Hayden didn’t like that it was like that. He had calculated how to cleverly undermine Ru, who had come with a big ball, but the illustration that came out was exactly like that.

Even before coming to the Glea Palace, at a bureaucrat meeting, he left abruptly, not understanding why he had such a glaring eye.

Dealing with the emperor, who was usually difficult to understand what he was thinking, was a very difficult person. The heads of each department often broke into a cold sweat in front of the emperor, and especially if it was found that one task was handled carelessly, a workload good enough to die for was poured from then on.

Seeing that the emperor, who had brought the symbol of imperial authority and the disadvantages of the imperial family, was expressed in the newspapers, the newspaper companies laughed, saying that the emperor looked quite amusing.

‘If His Majesty laughed, the Minister of the Interior would jump up and down like this. Well, it’s a good thing. That gentleman needs to reduce his overflowing arrogance to live longer.’

The steward thought with a face as chilling as the emperor he served.

“So, do you like this? Even if I tear it apart, it doesn’t resemble you at all.”
“Your Majesty looks like a completely different person in the illustration. Look at this. It doesn’t resemble you at all.”

Observing the steward comparing Hayden, who is deemed insufficiently handsome, with Genesis Yeonga, the old steward subtly averted his gaze.

“Yeonga, each illustrator from the newspaper companies tries their best to express Your Majesty’s nonexistent artistic soul in as much detail as possible.”

The Emperor possessed a wide range of weapons, deep knowledge of magic, outstanding scholarly abilities, and a sharp political sense. However, above all, one of the major reasons the imperial citizens supported him was his outstanding appearance.

Taller than others, with noticeably large stature, his well-balanced face exuded grace and composure. Every time during official events, illustrators felt the obligation to draw Hayden as meticulously as possible, even to the point of putting in their souls.

On days when the printing was mistakenly done or when the illustration incorrectly depicted the Emperor’s face, letters of protest from various places would pour into the newspaper offices.

Indeed, the newspaper companies with illustrations that closely resembled the Emperor’s real appearance experienced an increase in subscriptions, with inquiries pouring in even for past-dated newspapers. How could they incorrectly draw Hayden when it was to that extent?

“In reality, it’s much better. The skills of these illustrators are nothing special.”

Ru’s comment, with a puzzled expression, caught Hayden off guard.

“Reality is much better?”

“Yes. I think the reality is much better than this illustration. If I’m drawn like this, people won’t recognize me even if I go outside. It’s better this way.”

“…Quite positive.”

“I’m a bit like that.”

So, she managed to endure everything, from her cropped hair to the tip of her tail, without committing suicide. Of course, even if she attempted suicide, Carlos would have stopped her, but wouldn’t it have been better if she had realized something was wrong when she tried it back then? Useless thoughts filled her mind at times like this.

“I should have called a painter separately to draw your appearance during the banquet.”