You Truly Resemble Him

Golden chandeliers hung throughout the ceiling. A red carpet stretched endlessly without a single wrinkle.

High above, a portrait of the Emperor in his youth looked down upon us.

Before entering the banquet hall, I gave the surroundings a thorough once-over.

"Big Brother. Should I just go back now?"

I turned my gaze at her words.

Her hairstyle, makeup, and outfit.

There wasn't a single thing to find fault with about Celine.

Her carefully braided platinum-blond hair was especially striking against her softly pearlescent skin.

Even so, Celine kept her head bowed deeply, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

She looked utterly intimidated...