“… I’m sorry, Princess Psychke. My daughter’s words-”

“Glorielle.”

She cut off his words and corrected, drawing the eyes of others to her.

“Call me Glorielle.”

Despite that her real identity was revealed, he still called her Psychke? It must be because they do not recognize her as a direct descendant of Silkisia.

After correcting the Marquise’s mistake, his expression turned sour since that name and title overwhelms him.

If Psychke were to be called as Glorielle as she wanted, it would be like losing a hand.

The Marquis was reluctant, but he changed his words because he had committed a crime, and Verndia growled from behind Psychke, saying,

“Let’s do this quickly.”

“My apologies, Princess Glorielle. I was careless for believing only what my daughter said.”

The gazes of the nobles who were watching the commotion reached him, gossiping that he had been defeated by Glorielle, who actually has no title and was even a criminal.

Sensing those gazes from behind, the marquis’ face turned red with shame.

But Psychke did not end there.

“Ah, I almost forgot.”

She moved her steps, brought her body closer and lowered her voice so that only the marquise could hear.

“I know that Lady Hilvia has put in a ridiculous request to the craft shop.”

The Marquis’ face turned pale.

He knew, indeed, the outrageousness of his daughter’s behavior. And so to silence it down, he offered a lot of money. Yet, Psychke summed it up in one word.

“I will watch her.”

It means that if you don’t want your whole family to be destroyed because of copying the poison dart necklace, you should take care of yourself.

Ding- Ding- Ding-

Just then, the bell rang signaling the restart of the meeting.

Leaving behind the desperately standing Marquis of Esland, she departed.

* * *

“Have you sorted out your thoughts?”

The emperor, seated in the highest seat, relaxed, and rhymed.

Everyone only glanced at Verndia and Logan, but did not open their mouths easily.

In the meantime, Marquis Esland finally opened fire. His face was still white as if the shock hadn’t gone away.

“Until the Leas case is sorted out, Psyc… I don’t think you should blame Princess Glorielle.”

“Marquis Esland?”

“Now what?”

Surprised by the different attitude from before the break, the nobles on the emperor’s side murmured.

Even Logan, who was sitting proudly, looked embarrassed.

The Marquis averted their gaze.

“Unless we’re mistaken, this was brought to our attention by the Duke of Lestir himself, and no one else. I don’t think we should rush to judgment until we know the outcome.”

Although Esland was sitting in a pile of debt, his family was established by assisting the emperor over the past several generations.

It was a statement that could not be easily ignored.

The shocked imperial aristocrats became noisy.

Opinions went back and forth as to whether he was doing this to cover up the rumors he had uttered just a moment ago, or whether it was too much to say so.

Verndia crossed his legs and gave a sweet smile.

“I listened to the Marquis. According to what you said, she is not a criminal until the truth is revealed, so she will become ‘Glorielle Silkysia’ instead of ‘Glorielle’.”

It was a name that was taken away for committing a crime, so it was only natural that it would return if there were no sins. Esland has a positive silence.

“No, that is nonsense!”

Before the break, the aristocrat who was actively opposing Glorielle’s pardon let out a scream-like sound.

“Two bloodlines in one family. There has never been anything like this in history!”

“Strictly speaking, they are not two bloodlines.”

A raspy voice rang from the highest place.

The Emperor looked down at Logan with arrogant eyes.

“Isn’t she your daughter?”

Logan said nothing.

He was expecting the meeting to go like this.

However, she did not know that the emperor would push Psychke so openly.

The emperor turned his eyes away from the trembling duke and indifferently scanned the audience.

“It seems to have been sorted out. Any disagreements?”

Verndia thought that saying anything useless.

The opening of the grand meeting today was just an assortment.

The emperor originally intended to give the princess her last name back.

‘It’s unpleasant.’

It’s true that it was what he wanted, but he frowned at the unpleasant feeling of being played in the Emperor’s hands.

Right then.

There was someone who broke the stillness enough to hear even a needle drop.

“I-I…”

Lennox hesitated to continue, stammering out the words and faltered.

Not only did he feel the stares of the nobles who had gathered around him, but he was now looking directly into the eyes of Emperor.

Logan’s eyes widened at his son’s insanity. The water was too spilled to dry.

You brought something you didn’t want to bring on the condition that you stay calm, and you’re creating a fuss!

“That, so…”

The words he couldn’t spit out were blocked.

It was the first time I had always given his opinion based on what he heard from Psychke.

Even though he was afraid, he mustered up the courage to think that the meeting would not end like this.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t courage, it was bravery.

“Oracle… Isn’t there an oracle?”

“Oracle?”

“Yes…”

He has a clear picture in my head of how he want to talk about what he heard from Psychke, but he don’t know why this one was so jumbled.

Lennox rambled on, unaware that he was the one who had organized it for him to understand.

“I’m not sure, but they say it’s related to names, and Psychke, no, Glorielle was a name related to glory like an oracle-”

“Does the Duke think I would kneel before a mere princess?”

It was a tone of clear displeasure.

Lennox shuddered and shut his mouth. He curled up his lips and he stuttered again.

“I don’t mean that-”

“So, what do you mean?”

“I’m just out of concern for you-”

“You are cheeky.”

Worrying about someone was possible only when you are in a better position than that person.

Lennox didn’t realize it.

But he turned pale as he realized he had done something wrong at the emperor’s sharper tone.

Logan hurriedly got up from his seat and bowed his head.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. It was my fault for educating my children incorrectly.”

That figure didn’t match the title of duke in the slightest, so Verndia clicked his tongue.

His face was then crumpled after hearing a voice out of nowhere.

“But Your Majesty, Prince Lennox had a point.”

Where did that guy come out from?

“If even those with discernment are so confused, I believe that if Princess Psychke’s original name is made public, disloyal people will try to take advantage of it.”

That man didn’t even care about Verndia’s staring eyes.

Widnix only looked directly at the emperor.

The emperor, who blinked slowly at the unexpected intervention, opened his mouth.

“So?”

“I would like to tell you that it is still untimely.”

“Is the right time coming then?”

Verndia asked crookedly.

Widnix’s numb eyes turned to him.

“According to the Duke’s words, shouldn’t we live with our breath until it was revealed that she have nothing to do with the oracle?”

“Maybe she could just disclose that she was not affiliated with the trust.”

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, since you know best that it’s impossible.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Then do you have any way of proving she was not affiliated with the Oracle?”

The light green eyes disappeared and reappeared beneath his eyelids.

Widnix said with a nonchalant expression.

“It was ‘The Glory that Lost Light,’ the protagonist of the first oracle.”

Verndia, with her arms crossed, tilted his head in annoyance.

“Then, wouldn’t it be better to make it not fall under that formula?”

“…?”

“It means that we can bring back the lost light.”

It’s not even a pun, that’s what it was.

Verndia twitched his brows, tried to say something. However, Widnix was quicker to follow his words.

“Princess was still using the surname of Silkisia as ‘Psyche Silkisia’. Therefore, simply becoming ‘Glorielle Silkisia’ cannot be said to have regained the lost light. Unless she received a real nobility.”

Logan was stunned at the end of fainting.

Dealing with only one Lestir was daunting, but it went all the way to Evergreen…

Contrary to his thoughts, however, Widnix did not ask Psychke to return the dukedom.

Although he said something similar.

“Do you know how a fallen noble can receive a title?”

“Are you serious?”

Being so dumbfounded, Verndia let out a gasp and asked a question.

If it was someone else, he would have told them to stop talking nonsense, but that guy was a walking history book.

‘Have you used that kind of method in relation to oracles in the past?’

He had a suspicion.

The emperor, who had been listening quietly, answered.

“You mean to give her a chance to prove.”

“That’s right.”

“That’s an interesting comment.”

Usually, those who are judged as dangerous people are not given a chance.

Take away everything and thoroughly trample it so that it can never stand up again.

However, Widnix wanted to reduce Psychke’s risk and asked her to increase her strength.

It was a stark contradiction.

“Can you take responsibility?”

Widnix did not answer.

And the emperor did not expect his answer from the beginning.

The one who gives the opinion and the one who accepts it are complete strangers. Responsibility was not something that can be borne by others.

He asked someone other than Widnix.

“What do you think?”

Psychke raised her eyes at the sudden question.

She was lost in her thoughts, not knowing whether Widnix was trying to help or hinder her.

“If I gave you a sword, what would you do with it?”

The perfect answer was to use it for His Majesty the Emperor.

But Psychke didn’t want to do that.

She didn’t want to say that she would offer her allegiance even if it was a lie.

She replied back saying that no matter what happened, it wouldn’t move according to your will.

“I have never held a sword, hence, I have no words.”

He liked that over-the-top boldness.

The blue eyes that were blazing with a certain determination were also very pretty.

So, it had to be mine, not Lestir’s.

The emperor smiled as he recalled her way of having her.

“Go north.”

“…! The North is-”

Verndia intervened but the Emperor neglected him.

“Go and do something that everyone will appreciate. Then I’ll give you a title.”

“All right.”

“Receive it.”

The emperor gave a warning to the prompt reply that seemed to have been waiting.

“Having a chance means taking responsibility even when you fail.”

“I know.”

“Give me three months.”

The emperor’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

* * *

In the end, Glorielle’s treatment was three months later.

It was concluded that Psychke would be re-determined depending on what kind of achievements she had made in the North.

As soon as the meeting was over, Psychke looked for Widnix.

He happened to be close to the neutral area, so he was easy to spot.

He was ignoring the nobles who were talking to him and heading down the quiet hallway.

“Duke Evergreen!”

The footsteps, which did not stop no matter who called, stopped at Psychke’s call.

Slowly, with an unreadable expression on his face, he turned back.

Psychke asked directly.

“Didn’t you hate me?”

“I hate you.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he answered immediately.

Psychke, not hurt by those words, asked a question.

“Then why did you do that?”

Originally, at today’s great meeting, she only intended to recover the name ‘Glorielle Silkisia’.

To fight Logan in earnest, she must have strength.

Although Lestir had her back, she was not in her own power, so she tried other means.

However, since the emperor had given her a place like this, she did not have to look for other means.

Widnix, who paused for a while, asked back.

“Your eyes… Aren’t you afraid?”