I Will Live for Your Death (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 153

When one hears of a gathering of ladies, one usually imagines a salon or a tearoom.

Thus, one might naturally assume their conversations would be limited solely to social matters—but that was merely the misconception of the ignorant.

“Have you heard the news? A horrific incident has occurred in the capital.”

“Slave traders and those who participated in the auction were found as gruesome corpses. It’s dreadful, yet it also exposes the gaps in our surveillance and legal systems. How many years has it been since the Empire banned slavery? And yet, they dared trade humans right in the heart of the capital…”

From the mouths of the women seated around the Empress came a variety of topics.

From the recent mass slaughter in the capital’s underbelly to mundane daily matters and heartfelt empathy. Some even voiced speculations about the Empire’s current political climate and what lay ahead.

“I’ve heard many political clubs have sprung up in the capital lately? They’re nearly impossible to find in the provinces—men drive women away as soon as they try to join, fussing endlessly.”

“The capital isn’t much better. Once, I tried sneaking into one, and my older brother dragged me out before I could even settle in!”

Gaining a voice wasn’t easy. Commoners and women, in particular, rarely got even a chance to raise their hands. At best, thanks to Keira Rowen Melphiram’s tireless efforts in her lifetime, commoners had gained a sliver of hope.

Up until the reign of the Late Emperor, the Empire had been actively pursuing reforms, including parliamentary initiatives.

It was around that time Keira began regularly attending the parliament and clashing with numerous nobles. However, after the Late Emperor’s death, the Empress Dowager seized power, causing stagnation; by Claudius’s era, everything had collapsed entirely.

“The parliament hasn’t even convened for several months now. The members are too intimidated by His Imperial Majesty the Emperor’s authority…”

One wrong move could cost them their heads—just like Count and Countess Melphiram. What of their son, Limres Rowen Melphiram? Their deaths served as a stark warning, leaving the nobility in fear.

“About those… political clubs.”

Ilyd, who had been quietly sipping her tea, finally spoke.

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