The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 103

Some time later, a rumor spread through the White Swan Castle that the new advisor was a direct descendant of the legendary hero Elantria—the “truest of the true” bloodline, far more certain than that pompous Duke Elantria down south.

Though this had nothing to do with explaining the Jewel Eye, everyone nodded knowingly as if it made perfect sense. Both the hero and the Jewel Eye were mysterious, so surely there must be some connection….

It was obvious whose hand had crafted the rumor so skillfully and made it sound like established fact overnight. Neris had anticipated that Cledwin would decide to sway public opinion this way—and she agreed with the direction he’d chosen.

‘This suits me better.’

Strolling slowly through the garden under the guise of a morning walk, Neris murmured inwardly.

No matter what their ancient ancestors had done—some noble, others unbelievably vulgar—people still loved a great name.

Since she was going to reveal the Jewel Eye anyway and move about freely, it was better to be known as someone from the prestigious southern region.

Ha! Ha! Laughter and shouts from soldiers training in the distance reached her ears from the drill grounds.

Even imperial knights didn’t rise this early. It was odd enough that their shouts carried all the way to the West Palace where Neris was walking. Just how diligently were they training?

The Empire of Vista had long been untouched by war, and its imperial army had grown corrupt as a result. Incompetent distant relatives of the imperial family occupied important posts and collected salaries, while the soldiers themselves were hardly elite. Neris had heard Kaymil lament this fact many times in her previous life.

Considering that, how different was the atmosphere in Maindlant!

“You seem to have truly become a noble, don’t you?”

A sharp voice interrupted Neris’s thoughts.

She had just reached the courtyard near the East Palace. Glancing around, she spotted two men facing each other in a secluded corner with no one else nearby.

The one whose face was turned toward her was a middle-aged lord from Maindlant, occasionally seen in council meetings. The other, whose back was to her, was unmistakably Aidan, judging by his build and attire.

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