Inside the palace's Administrative Hall, "Oleus" sat in the seat of honor with his eyes closed, resting.
"Your Majesty, the White Rose Duke has arrived."
Hearing the guard's words, "Oleus" opened his eyes and slowly said, "Let her in." "Yes."
A short while later, the White Rose Duke, Elissina, entered the palace's Administrative Hall and bowed to Oleus, who sat in the seat of honor.
But as she bent over, she caught sight of the longsword resting on the table.
Comparing it with the scene from her memories, a bold thought arose in her heart. She abruptly looked up and, sure enough, discovered something was wrong.
This Majesty had always believed that bloodlines were supreme. He had taken the glory of his ancestors as the creed of his life, striving to restore the Okra Kingdom's territory and destroy the Parambria Kingdom.
Thus, he usually carried himself with an imposing, wrathless majesty.
For more than a hundred years, she had never seen any other expression on this Majesty's face.
But now, his aura was restrained, an unreadable meaning lingered in his eyes, and his posture was somewhat lazy. He was no longer bound by so-called royal etiquette.
Coupled with the Crimson Abyss Sword, which matched the descriptions in her memories, it was not difficult to guess what this Majesty had done.
Seeing the woman before him repeatedly change expression, "Oleus," seated on the throne, revealed a gentle smile and asked, "White Rose Duke, why are you looking at me like that?"
Elissina took a deep breath at his words, then performed a standard salute and respectfully said, "Greetings, Your Majesty Ross."
Upon hearing that name, a trace of melancholy appeared on "Oleus's" face.
"Just from a sword, you dared to determine my identity?" "I did."
After hearing her certain answer, "Oleus's"