Unconsciously, I clenched my fist and pondered.

However, based on the current information, I couldn’t uncover any connection between Praylee, Sasha, and concepts like revenge or desire.

“The atmosphere suggests they’re discussing something important, but it’s too low for me to grasp what it is.”

Despite my instincts hinting at something, I couldn’t rashly intervene.

Creak.

So, tucking away the curiosity and suspicion that briefly emerged, I waved to the Vladimir siblings as they boarded the carriage.

“Since everyone has left, let’s head to the bedroom. I’m tired.”

While strolling through the greenhouse, I periodically sat in resting areas to avoid straining my legs. However, due to not taking a nap, drowsiness started to set in. Miranda and Hailey, perhaps sensing this, attentively tilted their heads.

“Oh, and we’ll have dinner later. Maybe it’s because I had some milk earlier, but I don’t feel like eating anything immediately.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I’ll inform the kitchen so you can have a meal whenever you feel hungry later.”

The two kind maids replied with smiles, assuring that they would follow my wishes. I then proceeded straight back to the Bowellian Castle, walking through the familiar corridor.

Upon encountering a hallway adorned with harmonious white, gold, beige, and deep green colors, along with gorgeously designed candlesticks by a top artist, I felt elated, anticipating some comfortable alone time soon.

“Hmm? Why is Hecate’s personal maid in front of my room?”

Walking with a lighter heart, I noticed a familiar face lingering anxiously in front of my bedroom door.

With light green hair and gray eyes, the maid had an overall gentle appearance. It was Hecate’s personal maid, whom I had occasionally encountered before.

“!”

Seeing her distressed face, I pretended to clear my throat with deliberate footsteps. She turned her head.

“I, I greet Your Highness.”

As our eyes met, her complexion visibly brightened. Apparently, she had been worried about not being able to properly carry out the orders in my absence.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Your Highness. Could you spare a moment?”

Confirming my suspicion that she came to deliver an important message, Hecate’s personal maid promptly explained the purpose of her visit.

“Sure, if it’s just for a moment. Did my mother send you?”

Even though it was apparent who sent her, I asked directly, as it was a meticulous practice to inquire about the sender and the reason for such visits. Dealing with affairs was a habit I had cultivated since my past life as an emperor.

“No, Your Highness. I came because I have something to inform you.”
Huh, this is a bit unexpected. I unconsciously raised my eyebrows, thinking that it might be unrelated, and Hecate’s personal maid, with her hands politely folded on her stomach, bowed and added.

“It’s not something crucial, but I felt it necessary to inform you.”

“Hmm? Then come inside if it’s not something to discuss outside.”

If someone of the rank of a personal maid took the initiative to visit without the master’s permission, it naturally raised concerns. Could something have happened to Hecate?

“Your Highness, if it pleases you, I will wait outside the door.”

“Fine.”

Anyway, I became curious about what Hecate’s personal maid was holding tightly, so I had Hailey stand guard at the bedroom door and, accompanied by Miranda and Pobi, entered.

Shuffle.

After guiding the maid to sit on a particularly spacious sofa, I took a seat on a single sofa and opened my mouth.

“Well, go ahead and speak comfortably.”

“What I want to inform you about, Your Highness, is related to Empress Haya.”

There must be something. As I glanced at Pobi, who was sneaking under the chair, then looked back at Hecate’s personal maid, it seemed I had to face this seriously.

“Actually, for the past few hours, Her Majesty the Empress has been in the western border area following Your Highness.”

Soon, Hecate’s personal maid began to confess, delivering unexpectedly draining news.

“Her Majesty mentioned during the inspection of the western border area that she would like to have dinner with Your Highness. She suggested it would be nice to enjoy the evening meal with Your Highness while tearing apart the meat, looking at the stars in the night sky.”

She struggled to say just that? For a moment, I was tense, fearing that I might hear negative news about Hecate being hurt or something.

“Indeed, Hecate is an outstanding person!”

After all, tearing apart meat while gazing at the stars is the best!

By the way, we’ve mostly had meals indoors lately, so the idea of tearing into meat outdoors after a while brought considerable excitement.

Finding constellations among the iridescent, brilliant jewels spread across the azure canopy was a game I had enjoyed in a past life with a young Jeff and Hecate.

‘Let’s say we go for a meal right away!’