You Can Survive if You Just Keep Your Wits About You

There was absolutely no conversation while I was walking down the corridor with His Imperial Majesty the great Emperor.

Gasp.

Pastel felt suffocated by the tension and her body trembled. Her pink eyes spun around and around.

"..."

Uwaaang, there really isn't a single word being said!

Enduring the stillness of silence well must be a virtue of a popular person. Doing something to resolve an unresolvable atmosphere is an absurd act in itself. One must have tact to be a popular person.

But isn't it impossible for a human being to enjoy an awkward silence with a superior?

Let alone the fact that His Imperial Majesty the Emperor was a stepfather candidate. Hoping that spending time without conversation would be comfortable makes no sense.

A superior and a stepfather candidate! What kind of nonsensical suffocation is this?

Time passed during which she couldn't rudely initiate a conversation with His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, nor did His Imperial Majesty resolve the atmosphere first...