Interlude: The Ennui of Young Ulysses (3)

Outside, it seemed the party had already gotten underway, with lively music drifting out and boisterous laughter erupting here and there.

But.

The host of the party.

The First Princess sat with her legs crossed, idly bobbing one foot.

She was merely lost in thought in the waiting room.

The Imperial capital had been rather unsettled for some time.

There had even been the spectacle of Duke Vertus, who had once tried to rally the aristocratic faction and make a “Decision to Save the Nation,” flattening himself in submission with his tail between his legs.

And recently, there had been the matter of the First Prince.

Although the affair itself had been neatly wrapped up while keeping rumors to an absolute minimum, word had been gradually spreading through the capital that the First Prince, in league with the Grand Duke of the North, was plotting some sort of scheme.

The common people only had to enjoy their happiness from day to day, but the nobles were sure to be feeling the pressure...