Buckingham Palace, in a garden.
"Here."
On a bench, Sylvia handed the cold drink in her hand to Vivian.
"Thank you."
Vivian accepted it with both hands, her white lace gloves wrapped around the drink as she felt its icy chill, but she did not open it to drink.
"Not drinking it?" Sylvia sat beside Vivian and said mischievously, "Don't worry, I'm not an assassin plotting against Her Highness the Princess. I didn't poison it."
"N-No, that's not what I was worried about." Vivian hurriedly shook her head before hesitantly adding, "I'm just not in the mood."
"Your mood...?" Sylvia watched Vivian. "Were you bothered by not being mentioned at the meeting after all?"
"...Miss Sylvie noticed?" Vivian immediately gave a bitter smile. "I really am immature, to be unable to hide even something like this."
As she spoke, Vivian's mood sank once more.
Perhaps because of her emotions, Vivian revealed her true feelings even to someone she had only met today and whose true identity she still did not know.
"My eldest sister is 'the mind,' my second sister is 'the military,' and I am 'benevolence.' This is practically common knowledge throughout England, and it has become completely fixed."
That was thanks to Queen Elizabeth's education, wasn't it?
That Queen was a ruler who encompassed 'the mind,' 'the military,' and 'benevolence' all at once.
As her daughters, Limea, Kerisha, and Vivian had been assigned their roles from childhood, each inheriting one aspect of her traits and being raised accordingly.
"But compared to 'the mind' and 'the military,' my 'benevolence' simply isn't valued at all."
Vivian spoke with some bitterness.
"Like with today's national crisis, I'm completely useless. Unlike my sisters, I haven't been entrusted with an important duty. Perhaps I can only be of some use when England negotiates