"Knock, knock, knock."
"What's the matter?"
Ivyst, who had been reviewing documents, looked up.
"Your Highness, Princess, His Highness Felit has arrived and wishes to meet with you."
Upon hearing the news, Ivyst frowned deeply.
Back when the Second Prince's plans to depart for Orn City had spread, she had been carrying out a mission near the underground relics.
Lynn had informed her about it after she returned.
"Let him come to my study."
After pondering for a moment, Ivyst replied coolly.
She knew perfectly well the reason behind this visit.
It was nothing more than bringing a public charge for the death of the Mosgla family's heir.
But to Ivyst, the so-called death of the heir was utterly laughable, no different than the demise of a stray dog by the roadside.
A moment later, accompanied by measured footsteps, a silver-haired young man appeared before Ivyst, escorted by attendants.
"Brother."
