The discussion that followed became lengthy and meaningless. The secret letter was full of speculation and lacked solid evidence. Even the nobles present could not truly suspect that the empire's chancellor was the traitor—though they did know that someone had betrayed the empire's interests. Anzlova's occupation and the Jorgendigons' accurate judgment said it all. Especially with the empire's south in such a precarious state, Her Majesty the Queen could not possibly condemn such a high-ranking figure with a sensitive identity so easily. Some guessed that this might be a scheme to sow discord, while others took pleasure in the misfortune—most of them having had grudges with the chancellor.
But either way, such matters always reminded people of the recent rumors concerning Grand Duke Helix. First Duke of Flower Leaf, then the chancellor—who would be next?
Everyone secretly felt that an invisible hand was stirring up trouble behind the scenes, but precisely who that person was remained a subject of speculation.
Her Majesty the Queen also furrowed her brows. To outsiders, she seemed to have sensed a threat from these two matters.
In short, because of this unexpected secret letter, the tea party that day ended on an unpleasant note. Her Majesty the Queen ultimately made no statement, but the nobles could not help speculating in private about who would be the next to suffer. It seemed that Her Majesty still trusted the chancellor deeply, so perhaps whoever had made a move would be the one to suffer—or perhaps some other twist was waiting. Everyone watched with the attitude of spectators waiting for a good show. Without a doubt, the events of that day left everyone with plenty to imagine.
But few knew that once the Silver Queen's subjects—especially Little Nidwen—had left, the deep furrow between her brows relaxed. Her mood