Chapter 91. Coronation Ceremony

"Bring me the toner and powder! And a polished mirror!"

"There are less than two hours until the coronation. We need to get ready and go!"

"Can't you see I'm getting His Excellency ready?! I'll send him as soon as I'm done, so wait!"

Servants scurried around, clutching various items. Experts who had spent their lives on makeup and cosmetics meticulously attended to my face and hands, while tailors busily adjusted the hem of my ceremonial robes.

A scepter, the exclusive possession of a monarch, was placed in my left hand, and a ornate staff in my right. I was adorned from head to toe in attire I’d never worn before, and likely never would again.

'How did this happen?'

It hadn't even been half a day since I returned to the Capital. Why was I stuck in this situation, about to inherit the throne instead of going home?

I retraced the events of this commotion with a dazed mind.

'I just told them what happened in the Empire.'

I had returned home in glory, having signed a treaty to end hostilities between the two nations in exchange for appropriate reparations and a piece of territory...