The social scene of the Perseta Empire never stops or rests.

During the vacation season, there are retreats, and during the harvest season, everyone returns to their territories one way or another. The most important weddings and funerals are held several times a year, inviting people, and when they meet, rumors and actions lead to more encounters.

Moreover, the weather was getting warmer. It was the season when marriage proposals came and went, and weddings were crowded.

In the mansions of influential nobles, there were daily light parties, tea times, poetry recitals, music concerts, banquets, and more. The theater featured operas, ballets, and plays continuously.

Gentlemen and ladies who met during gatherings and outings exchanged glances, and rumors circulated about who was interested in whom.

But it was not the same as before.

“Well, it’s no longer the Alsmone Alliance.”

“Then what, should we call it the Alsnay Alliance?”

Even if you know all the places, you also know the empty places. The Alsmone Alliance could no longer be sustained by the four families. The Moikwifel family has completely disappeared.

As they say, history is written by the victors. The Emperor was prosperous, and Moikwifel no longer existed. The Emperor declared that he would swallow everything of Moikwifel and even change its name. It meant leaving no trace behind.

“Well, honestly, one more should be taken out from there. Didn’t the entire East face disgrace this time?”

430 years ago, when Carlos Arthur Ingram slaughtered the entire Perseta imperial family, the Eastern nobles lay flat to protect their meager lives. Then, leaving the empty imperial palace behind, they settled in the East, pretending to be aristocrats.

It was natural. Under the hard-won peace brought by Dragon Roads, the aristocrats of the West and North withered away while subduing monsters. The South disappeared, and the Central was nothing special. So they managed to survive as aristocrats for 430 years.

But the moment has come for the so-called aristocrats who never bowed their heads, even when the Emperor returned, to bend down to their waists. So people who had complaints about their usual behaviors began to speak up.

“Duke ‘Your Lordship’ can’t even be called Duke ‘Your Excellency.'”

Look at the pitiful state of the Moikwifel Ducal Family and the Alanka Duchy, which couldn’t even act like rulers. And instead of the now pathetic Alsmone Alliance, there was a rising star drawing attention.

“Have you heard the rumor? Viscountess Plache visits the palace unexpectedly.”

“Oh, how scandalous!”

“But Dragon Roads hasn’t said a word either.”

“So what on earth is it for? Could it be that even Dragon Roads approves of the Viscountess?”

At that comment, people fell silent, lost in their thoughts. Everyone’s minds were working quickly.

The Eastern nobles wanted to seize the gap in the Alsmone Alliance themselves and prevent other nobles from gaining power.
And those ‘other nobles,’ excluding the East, wanted to suppress the East but also wanted to rise to the top themselves. In the end, everyone becoming selfish in the face of benefits was a very natural thing.

Every day, the postman busily brought bundles of invitations to the townhouse of Viscountess Plache located in Shalea.

The Plache couple is the right arm of the Emperor, and even their eldest daughter, who hails from Caletta, garnered attention from the moment she appeared, blocking the Emperor’s assassination attempt with her entire body during the recent East expedition.

With power flowing to Shalea, the interest in this family naturally increased.

“Hmm. You’ve got a lot in front of you.”

Milene, quickly flipping through the invitations, said to her daughter.

“Oh, really?”

Loo, who was reading a book, raised her head to receive the bundle of invitations handed by her mother.

“…Uh, no. This seems to be for Mom.”

“It includes an unspoken request for you to come along with me.”

“Our mom is quite popular.”

Loo admired the colorful stamps and various wax seals attached to the invitations.

Each invitation, unique with its own color and emblem for each household, showcased its personality and symbolism.

There were so many of them that they had to be carried with both hands. Enselo, the loyal servant of the Plache Viscount, even replaced the silver tray with a larger one to carry all the mail.

Loo had attended a few gatherings, but every time, her mother was surrounded by people.

“But do I have to go too?”

“If you don’t want to go, don’t. It’s your choice.”

“Oh, is it okay? Are you sure?”

Milene, holding a knife for tearing paper and sorting gatherings that must be attended from those that need not, turned to look at her daughter. Loo faced her mother without understanding a single word.

“In fact, Mom doesn’t really know.”

“What?”

“I don’t know if the philosopher swept through the social scene or not. So Mom can’t say anything.”

Milene sat down on the soft ottoman where Loo had put her feet up.

“I wanted to take you around in society.”