The Useless Policy

Olivia approached Ferda with a smile on her face.

Ferda decided to offer a polite greeting, at least for appearances’ sake.

“Allow me to pay my respects to Your Highness—.”

“Shh.”

Her finger lightly pressed against Ferda’s lips.

The finger was soft, and a strong floral fragrance spread through the air.

“I’m not a princess here. I came as a believer and as a member of the relief corps.”

“Is that so?”

“What brings you here, Mr. Ferda?”

He could not say that he had come to meet his trusted aide, so he decided to lie...