On board a small spacecraft with an exceptionally high security rating, Laxala was rubbing her temples slightly wearily.
"Miss, are you still feeling unwell? Shall I arrange for a doctor?"
She was the family head's most precious jewel, a candidate for the Empire's future Queen. Although the news had not been officially announced, the closer the ceremony drew, the more widely it spread. By now, it had circulated through nearly the entire royal court circle.
Thus, Laxala's personal health had already become one of the family's most important concerns.
Laxala shook her head. "I'm fine."
Thought for a moment, the maid said, "Miss, I always feel that Miss Mesaes bears you ill will... Just now, it seemed she deliberately intended to do something. The guards patrolling the manor and the security around where you were resting appeared to have been deliberately reassigned."
Laxala frowned, though she did not feel any lingering fear. After all, nothing had happened. Besides, people had always been secretly protecting her, and even the maid by her side had been carefully selected.
But what could Mesaes possibly dare to do to her?
As Laxala sank into thought, the maid hurriedly said, "Miss, it's a call from the family head!"
The maid quickly handed over a communicator, then respectfully left the lounge.
Laxala swiftly adjusted her appearance before accepting the call. On the screen appeared a middle-aged man whose authority needed no display—her father, and also Queen [Fenghua]'s cousin.
"I heard there was an incident at Lord Babylon's residence tonight?" Lord [Stanford] asked with a frown.
Laxala nodded and briefly recounted what had happened. However, since she had left midway through and been arranged by Mesaes to rest in a secluded, quiet place, she only knew the general outline of events.
"Your Highness Anle was there as