In the evening, Jenia and Your Majesty arrived at the welcome party at Lin Qi's manor in full dress.
There were not especially many nobles present, because this was only a simple gathering. In a few days, there would be another gathering on a much larger scale and of a much higher caliber.
The gathering would be held in the name of the Gefra Emperor and the Gefra Exiled Government. By then, all the nobles within the Federation would come rushing over.
A little after seven, the three of them finished dinner and drove to the manor.
Some people were already waiting there for everyone.
The moment they stepped out of the car, both Jenia and Your Majesty felt a bizarre sense of dislocation, as though time and space had shifted!
It was as if they had... crossed through time and space and returned to the era when Gefra had been at its peak! The wig-wearing butler loudly announced to the guests, in a slightly arrogant Gefran accent, that Your Majesty the Emperor had arrived the moment Your Majesty's heels touched the ground.
On the low walls nearby and in the garden, family banners fluttered in the wind and shone brilliantly under the lights.
The nobles stood at the entrance in exaggerated formal attire, waiting to salute Your Majesty the Emperor.
All of this! It made people nostalgic... and filled them with heartache.
Your Majesty quickly adjusted her emotions and entered the manor together with Jenia.
The Small Earl stood first in line. His girlfriend held his arm, and the two of them each bowed. "Your Majesty..."
Your Majesty froze for two seconds, then nodded in acknowledgment, counting as a return salute.
One noble after another, one gaze after another—the Little Empress raised her chin higher and higher. Her fair