Rebecca's Reception Style

The elegant music flowing through the room had gradually faded away at some point.

Rebecca took a deep breath, feeling her mind had completely calmed down.

At this moment, she was calm and composed, her heart fully soothed. With thorough preparation and a cool demeanor, she would tell her aunt that she had just blown up the largest Crystal Resonator in the Magic Technology Research Institute.

"Ugh..."

Rebecca had just stood up when she could not help rubbing her forehead again, feeling her head begin to ache.

But she did not sit back down, though she very much wanted to, because she had noticed strangers entering this lounge, which was theoretically only for Institute personnel.

Fendil watched the girl who had been playing the piano rise to her feet. She first wore a steady, confident expression, then suddenly rubbed her forehead in distress. Her expression changed several times in five seconds, and he could not help feeling curious. However, good manners kept him from speaking rashly, and he remained quietly where he was.

Then he saw Her Highness the Princess turn from the piano and glance curiously at the three of them. Her clear, lively voice followed: "Who are you?"

Fendil immediately came to his senses and bowed with a proper smile. "It is an honor to meet you, Her Highness the Princess. Please forgive our presumptuous interruption..."

Before a member of the royal family, Fendil and Eliven no longer concealed their identities. They calmly gave their surnames. This unusual manner of meeting even struck the two duke's heirs as rather interesting—there was no cumbersome introduction process, no attendants or Master of Ceremonies loudly reciting titles and honors, not even a steward responsible for presenting documents. They had simply walked in, introduced themselves, and greeted the Empire's princess...

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