“Everything has been good, Your Highness. Thanks to you, I have been very comfortable.”

“Oh, well, I am glad to hear that…”

Ian stepped back while coughing awkwardly. All gazes were focused on him.

“I am relieved to see that you can afford to look after Lady Pendragon, Prince.”

The empress stepped up with a smile.

“By the way, I am sure both of you know that the atmosphere in the Royal Batallium is quite unusual, right?”

“Yes.”

Raven nodded, and the smile disappeared from the empress’ face as she continued with a sigh.

“Anyways, we will talk about this later. You must be tired from coming such a long way, so it might be good for you to take a rest.”

“All right. Thank you for your consideration.”

“There is no need to mention it. Princess, lady, please let them have the room.”

As the mistress of the imperial castle, the empress was truly wise. She was naturally stepping to the side after reminding Ian and Raven of the situation.

“Yes…”

Ingrid and Irene stepped away with the empress, looking as if they were slightly disappointed. Soon, only Raven and Ian were left in...