“Yes, that’s the truth. Congratulations on your engagement, Your Majesty. It’s time for you to go out now.”

The emperor walked out while putting on the gloves presented by the barber. Even after accepting the proposal, he was going to court again. He was unaware that, at the racecourse where he would arrive, a fierce struggle was taking place among the nobles for the position of Empress.

The four-day horse racing event, originally a very prestigious imperial event, took place every summer and featured the aristocrats and nobles showcasing their splendid attire and charming demeanor for four days straight.

In a word, no one here did not own a horse. It would be better to wrestle over who had the more excellent horse than to engage in discussions about the material and crease patterns of cravats, the position of cuffs, and the length of jacket slits.

Ah, of course, among the horse owners obsessed with horses of excellent lineage, discussions and fights were already taking place, revolving around the pre-race rituals. Judging by the fact that two of them had already turned red, the fight would soon end with tremendous wounds.

Anyway, the reporters were not interested in horse owners yet. There were reporters covering it, but they were in the middle of reporting on the wrestling rather than the horses.

Frantically rolling their pens, the reporters typically described the splendid attire of gentlemen and ladies, especially focusing on the attire, expressions, complexion, and the current dynamics of the Empress candidates among the young ladies.

“It’s really noticeable.”
Mrs. Godio, who had said, “It will be obvious who the Empress candidate is,” in response to Jane Telot’s words, just nodded her head.

Amidst the gathered crowd, there were separate elegant young ladies who stood out. Whether they were flashy, exuded an attention-grabbing atmosphere, or simply had a large gathering of people around them. In any case, about five of them stood out, and among them, two were particularly noticeable.

“Indeed, Lady Alanka and Viscountess Svenya are different.”

“Yeah.”

Mrs. Godio replied affectionately.

“I understand why there isn’t much talk about Lady Negeret.”

Jane muttered while looking over there. Lady Negeret was bright and smiling, but compared to Viscountess Svenya or Lady Alanka, there were fewer people around her, and she lacked a noticeable atmosphere.

“In that case, well, it’s always like that.”

Mrs. Godio said particularly coldly. Knowing why her aunt’s voice sounded so cold, Jane turned her head.

“Oh, it seems Her Majesty is coming.”

She wasn’t interested in the Empress competition, but she did have some interest in the Emperor, who had become the protagonist of this chaos and the new owner of Cabinet Blue. Just by looking at the illustrations in the newspapers, she wanted to see his handsome face properly at least once.

“Wow, wow……”

An exclamation burst out involuntarily from her lips.

“Bow from the waist, Jane.”

Mrs. Godio, smiling, pressed Jane, who was admiringly stunned.

‘Oh, right, I need to be proper. Nobles’ etiquette is so annoying. But if Auntie wants to become the head of the police, she needs to know these things.’

Jane grumbled inwardly, then bowed deeply and stood up. She then admired the gorgeous beauty, exclaiming again.

“What an amazing beauty.”

After saying that, she regretted it. She thought her aunt would scold her for making such an outrageous remark. However, Mrs. Godio, looking at the Emperor, asked calmly.

“Right. But who are you talking about?”

“Who? Obviously, the lady behind His Majesty. Isn’t she the Southern Sage? The prospective Empress, right?”

Mrs. Godio looked proudly at her niece, who had an extraordinary insight, and nodded her head. This child was stumbling around in her youth, but she would become the head of the police someday. Although she still regarded politics lightly, time would solve that problem.

“His Majesty is undoubtedly a tremendous handsome man, but I think that young lady catches my eye more. In that sense, I bet that the Southern Sage will become the Empress, Auntie.”

“Oh, why do you think that?”

Mrs. Godio, who showed interest in Jane’s opinion, asked with curiosity.

“It’s just my feeling.”

Mrs. Godio’s interest immediately waned. Jane, who had overused her ‘feelings’ since her childhood and had a big blunder in the Elche Viscount murder case, once again blurted out that damn ‘feeling.’

“It’s undoubtedly true that His Majesty has his eye on that young lady.”