“Father, it’s Bialet.”

A deep, mature male voice responded from inside.

“Bia? Come in.”

Her father, seeing her unwell but making the effort to visit his study, asked with concern.

“My daughter, are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, the medicine you sent seems to have worked.”

As Bialet smiled brightly, the duke nodded, relieved.

“That’s good. The merchants said that medicine was highly effective.”

She was truly grateful for her father’s genuine concern, but that didn’t excuse his past wrongdoings.

‘I wish father would atone for his sins and live honorably.’

She planned to help her father repent for their family’s sake, believing he still had a shred of conscience.

Running out of time, Bialet got straight to the point.

“Father, I have some urgent work to attend to today and need to step out.”

“Work that needs to be handled today? Are you very busy?”

“I have consecutive meetings at the cultural foundation, and as the operator, I need to give the final approval.”

Explaining her backlog of work due to her illness, the duke agreed.

“Then you must go. But it’s chilly, so finish your work and come back quickly.”

“Yes, father. I’ll be back soon.”

Leaving the duke’s study, Bialet headed straight to the cultural foundation.

Joian, her accompanying knight, asked several times, worried she might fall ill again.

Assuring him she was fine, Bialet dealt with the backlog of work swiftly upon arriving at the foundation.
Then, Bialet, accompanied by Joian waiting outside, visited Raymon’s workshop.

“It seems like the first time I’m entering this place.”

For Joian, who usually handled swords, the realm of art was a strikingly different experience.

“Let’s go to an exhibition together sometime.”

Seeing Joian’s eyes sparkle at that suggestion, Bialet smiled warmly and softly.

She wanted to give her, who was just about to reach adulthood, a wide range of experiences.

Impressively, Joian had steadfastly supported Bialet over the past few years without shying away from any tough tasks.

Therefore, Bialet thought that after things settled down, she should send Joian and the other loyal aides on a vacation.

‘I should look up a resort with a view of the sea in advance.’

As Bialet smiled pleasantly, Joian also beamed a bright smile and followed her.

Upon reaching Raymon’s workshop, he respectfully bowed to Bialet.

“Lady Bialet of the Luuscheff family, it’s an honor.”

“Go ahead, raise your head.”

Raymon then removed his gloves and apron and retrieved a key from deep within the workshop.

“I have completed the key you commissioned, Lady.”

“Really… It’s hard to believe it’s just a key.”

‘Now I can secure the evidence.’

The key crafted by Raymon was exquisite enough to be deemed a key to godly realms, prompting a satisfied smile from Bialet.

Observing the exchange of the key with curiosity, Joian received a brief explanation from Bialet with a smile.

“Many things will happen soon, and a lot will change.”

This key would undoubtedly serve as a weapon capable of toppling the royal family.

Although some of the repercussions would inevitably fall on the Luuscheff family, Bialet hoped above all for her father to live a life of repentance.