Under the leadership of the "Black Empress" Herimat and the "White Empress" Evignard, Leithanien had held twenty-two Empress Celebrations. But given Leithanien's current circumstances, the twenty-third would likely be difficult to hold.
"Fremont, leader of the Lich King Court, answered the Demon King's summons and left Leithanien with the Lich King Court. His whereabouts are currently unknown."
"Siracusa, which once split from Leithanien, has now abandoned the autonomy it fought so desperately for and chosen to throw itself into Great Britain's arms, becoming its vassal. This has wiped out Leithanien's last line of defense and turned it into a country within Great Britain."
"Leithanien is already in such a terrible state, yet those Electors still cannot see the situation for what it is. At a time like this, they choose to hoard and resell supplies, drive up prices, and fight for power..."
A troubled voice, carrying the charm of a mature noblewoman, softly rang out in the study.
The Caprini woman flipped through the intelligence reports delivered by a messenger. Her slender fingers absently toyed with a lock of golden curls that fell beside her face. Her lovely features, exuding mature dignity and nobility, gradually furrowed as she turned the pages, while the rise and fall of her chest became increasingly difficult to conceal as her anger mounted.
Today, she wore an evening gown woven from silk, gold thread, and pearls. Its elegant cut displayed the nearly perfect curves of her body to the fullest. The cinched belt drew her waist into a slender line, while the fabric flowed naturally along her contours, outlining delicate yet voluptuous curves around her hips. Beneath the skirt, her plump, rounded thighs, extending sinuously from either side, were wrapped in sheer white stockings before ending in elegant black heels. The golden olive-leaf crown revealed