Have It Delivered to the Imperial Family

The Imperial Family's reply came faster and was shorter than I'd expected.

By the time Uncle Bernard came in holding the envelope, I was already mentally prepared.

Ever since I heard that spicy noodles were being used as a substitute for duels among the nobility, my stomach had remained unsettled.

The Emperor hates private duels.

In an empire ruled by an emperor like that, it would have been hard to look favorably on nobles holding noodles and fighting duels, however you looked at it.

“Kyle.”

Elysia said as she opened the envelope.

“You look like you're about to die.”

“If the Imperial Family asks us about something weird again, I might actually die.”

“Just don't die.”...