The One Who Benefits is the Culprit

Until His Imperial Majesty the Emperor summoned her, she focused on situation assessment.

Originally, she had planned to meet Duke Nastasha to fully enjoy the chaos of the central political circles and the goodness of Pink-Pink, but meeting the Leader of the Republican Faction in the current atmosphere seemed inappropriate.

If they had met, His Imperial Majesty the Emperor might have doubted my absolutely unchanging loyalty!

Instead, as a complete outsider, she threw herself into meeting nobles, groaning as she tried her best to understand the situation.

But in truth, Pastel, who had to wait for His Imperial Majesty the Emperor's summons, was highly likely to be subjected to a political misunderstanding no matter who she met.

So she just rolled around on the bed, dropping snack crumbs, and whenever Ellie—who was in a hostage status but ironically freer than expected as a victim—returned and shared some information, she would welcome her with a Woah-Woah.

"I'm back."

"Woah-Woah."

"The Nobles are more of an empty cart than I thought. On the first day, it seemed like they were accommodating, but looking back now, it was just a ceremonial greeting and they aren't showing their true intentions."

Ellie sighed...