A simple yet ominous declaration was thrown into the quaint and peaceful breakfast time.

However, those seated didn’t bat an eye.

“It’s not even worth mentioning.”

Dragonlord Melpheos said coldly as he lifted a spoon made of silver. Today’s meal was carefully arranged to consider the Flaché Countess Yeongae, who protected the emperor thoroughly by expelling blood until yesterday. A soup, generously filled with onions, pork, and potatoes, cooked gently, along with white bread, was served.

“It will soothe your stomach, young lady.”

Whispering kindly, Shynjang, who had been taking care of her since Alselot Palace, personally placed the dishes in front of Lú. For Lú, whose stomach was completely turned upside down, the ruined food was a welcome sight. She listened attentively to the conversation between Melpheos and Hayden while tasting the soup, which had been finely crushed and boiled.

“I already knew about Jacqueline Moiqufel, her son, and daughter.”

“I heard the name Jocelyn Moiqufel too, Your Majesty.”

It was the usual deputy head of the General Headquarters, who bothered to send people and argued after sending Lú to the room piled with documents. Lú remembered her well.

“Yes, the Duke’s niece.”

Hayden nodded vaguely, but he didn’t mention that evidence had already come out that Jocelyn Moiqufel had schemed against her aunt by subtly buttering her up.

Probably because of Lú, who was quietly having a meal by his side. She was, after all, a patient who needed rest. She wouldn’t talk about things she shouldn’t.

“He is also the Deputy Head of the General Headquarters. I’ve already ordered to find a successor. Someone who can endure as much as possible without being an eastern noble.”

Melpheos’ eyes turned to Lú at his words.

“There is already such a person.”

“Except for Yeongae.”

Hayden cut it off sharply. Lú had intended to say that she would do her best in any position given to her, but she refrained.

“It sounds like blind talk about power. There must be someone other than me.”

Although Hayden seemed to have little support, Lú wasn’t going to step forward recklessly.

“We cannot leave a southern philosopher outside, Melpheos. It hasn’t been done yet, hasn’t it?”

It wasn’t the reason, but it was a good excuse.

“Right.”

Melpheos nodded.

“Then, what will you touch first?”

“I don’t know. There was a set of gems with magic in it originally belonging to the imperial family.”

After the Perseita Empire was devastated by Carlos, many imperial treasures slipped away to the east during the time when Melpheos couldn’t carefully examine them.

Among them, a set of gemstones with magic probably flowed into the Moiqufel Grand Duchy. Even if it wasn’t true, making it true would be enough.

“Start with theft. Add treason to it, insulting the imperial family too.”

Treason is such a thing. One by one, secondary crimes are added to the most solid and unavoidable crime. The emperor seems to have completely decided to disintegrate the Moiqufel Grand Duchy. There will be nothing left, not even dust.

“Your work seems very complicated, Your Majesty.”

“Why do you speak as if I’m the only one working, Lord?”

“If I am given a job, there is a high risk of falling asleep during work, so it is inappropriate to assign me to work.”

Dragonlord casually said while spreading butter on bread.

“Oh, if the children did something wrong, the father should wield the cane.”

Hayden casually retorted, cutting into the freshly placed asparagus omelet with fragrant cheese.

“I have never had stupid children who couldn’t do anything right.”

Melpheos was disgusted. Just as boiled eggs were served. Fragrant tea and coffee, fresh milk, and grape juice decorated the table in various colors.

The men sitting in this restaurant were hearty eaters commensurate with their physique. Considering the patient Lú, they deliberately slowed down the meal much more than usual, and those who usually ate slowly continued their neat meal.
“I never thought to grab someone who was already sleepy to the point of death and make them handle trivial matters.”

“That’s a welcome sound amidst hearing that. Please grant permission for a quick sleep, Your Majesty.”

Melpheos exaggeratedly bowed while remaining seated. Hayden, watching Lú sipping soup with a clinking spoon, smirked.

“Do you find the sight of nobles unpleasant, Melpheos?”

“Yes. Since last night, I’m even more eager to sleep quickly, as I find the sight of them unbearable.”

In other words, is Dragonlord’s persistent claim to ‘sleep’ not because he is really sleepy, but because he finds the sight of nobles unpleasant?

Lú put down the spoon, tore off a piece of bread, and dipped it in the soup. The white bread was savory and delicious. The smooth taste of butter filled her mouth, harmonizing with the flavorful soup. Only now did she feel the tension from last night wash away with hunger.

“Thinking about assassinating the Emperor is audacious.”