The True God-Given Miracle

At the same time.

While Capeline was visiting House Bigusle, an audience was also taking place in the Emperor's bedchamber.

"Ah! Aah...!"

The Emperor's crazed cries echoed incessantly through the silent bedchamber hall, filling it with an unsettling atmosphere.

Nobles, high-ranking officials, and dignitaries alike knelt on one knee, heads lowered, their expressions full of respect.

Yet they were not kneeling before the Emperor, who was shouting madly, but before the woman slowly walking toward them from the entrance.

The woman was still dressed in white, barefoot and unadorned, yet an eerie aura radiated from her, firmly capturing the attention of everyone present.

The gazes people turned toward her held infatuation, fear, fanaticism, and reverence, making her the most eye-catching figure in the room.

Before everyone, the woman approached the Emperor, who was kneeling on the floor and babbling incoherently.

"How pitiful, Your Majesty."

A silver-bell laugh escaped her lips. There was no pity in it, no sympathy, not even the slightest trace of resentment—only inhuman schadenfreude.

Hearing that laughter and seeing this woman, the Imperial officials and dignitaries finally spoke in unison.

"Welcome back to the Imperial Palace, Imperial Consort!"

That was right.

Moro had returned.

On this night of undercurrents, the woman who could be called the source of all calamity had finally returned to the Empire, to the Imperial Capital.

Moro did not look at the nobles kneeling around her. Instead, she reached out and gently caressed the mad Emperor's face as though she were cherishing him.

Her movements appeared incomparably gentle, and her expression was full of tenderness, yet there was not the slightest emotion in her eyes as she spoke.

"The plan to lure the Phantom Thief into the Imperial Palace and surround her failed."

"The plan to pressure House Bigusle and force Rocket from