“Silence! Silence, I say!”

At the head of the meeting table, seated a few steps above the rest in the royal chair, the King of Belvur raised his voice. The commotion died down somewhat.

But unlike the heavy silence from earlier, this one felt precarious, as if dissent might erupt at any moment. The clinking of armor, the rustling of clothing, the sound of heavy breathing, and quiet whispers filled the room. The silence was uneasy and chaotic.

“Princess Sylvia, you are permitted to speak. If you’ve made such a suggestion, I presume you have your reasons. Please explain so that everyone present can understand your point.”

I wasn’t entirely confident I could explain it that well.

Then again, I doubted the King had high expectations either. As with most noble assemblies, there were always those who objected purely for the sake of opposition. A meeting where no one voiced dissent usually only happened when opposing the motion was tantamount to death.

“The Holy Nation—”

I deliberately paused, letting my words hang in the air. If I was going to speak, I might as well project the kind of arrogance that would make these people resent me.@@novelbin@@

“It’s highly likely His Imperial Majesty is currently in the Holy Nation. We must immediately form a reconnaissance team to determine what is happening there.”

“But isn’t that an imperial matter?”

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