The black-haired, black-skirted head maid walked down the corridor illuminated by soft lights. The rhythmic tapping of her boots echoed beside Lord Bomayel's ears, and the crisp sound gradually cooled his overly chaotic mind. Realizing that his mental state was truly improving, the court noble could not help looking at her. "Miss Diana, thank you for calming my mind..."
"It was nothing—after all, your condition just now was not suitable for an audience with His Majesty," the head maid said impassively. She then stopped before a door. "Go in. His Majesty is waiting for you."
Unbeknownst to them, they had already reached the end of the corridor.
Standing before the door, Lord Bomayel could not help swallowing as he looked at the black wooden door inlaid with golden patterns. This reception room, located within the sleeping quarters, was highly unusual. Given his rank, he had almost no chance of coming here. Yet Emperor Rosetta had sent his own head maid to guide him here and arranged to receive him in this place...
All sorts of speculation inevitably surfaced in the lord's mind.
Then he steadied himself, gently knocked on the door, and pushed it open after receiving permission.
The room was carpeted in thick, soft rugs, and bright light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the furnishings of the reception room. The sovereign sat in a high-backed chair by the window, his head turned toward the entrance.
"Close the door, Lord Bomayel," Rosetta Augustus said, nodding to his late-night visitor. "Then sit in that chair and tell me why you chose to see me at such a late hour."
Lord Bomayel immediately turned back and shut the door. He then took two steps forward and sat opposite Emperor Rosetta. He felt sweat breaking out across his forehead again, his heart