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That evening, at the Central Palace Tetra…
The Emperor had just returned from a long-overdue inspection of the continent. He had been spending more time away lately, leaving the responsibilities of state affairs to Empress Charlotte while he traveled.
Upon his return, he decided to gather his children for dinner. None of the empresses were present. It was a simple meal with just his three children.
A heavy silence hung over the dining hall.
Prince Rune was naturally reserved, and Amelia and Priscilla, having had some heavy conversations earlier, exchanged glances without uttering a word.
The Emperor quietly cut a piece of steak and placed it in his mouth as he observed the tense atmosphere.
“My precious children… Judging by how tense the atmosphere is today, I’m guessing you two beat the living daylights out of each other again.”
“Hmph,” Amelia responded, her lips forming a pout in silent protest.
The Emperor’s gaze shifted to Priscilla’s hair, a subtle sign of his concern. “Priscilla, looks like you got some of your hair ripped out again.”
“W-well… not that much…”
The Emperor couldn’t hide his surprise when Priscilla downplayed her injuries, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Isn’t this usually the part where you protest that your scalp was almost peeled off…?”
“I-It wasn’t that bad…”
Priscilla’s uncharacteristic reservedness left both the Emperor and Amelia in shock. Normally, she would rush to the Emperor, tears streaming down her face, accusing her sister of trying to kill her. Even a minor incident, like having her toe stepped on, would be exaggerated into a dramatic tale of an attempted foot-breaking by her boar-like sibling.
For some reason, though, she seemed unexpectedly composed this time.
The Emperor glanced at Rune, who was still eating quietly, his fork and knife moving with steady precision. The only child who never stirred up trouble was, ironically, the one who worried the Emperor the most.
Though his two daughters were boisterous and unruly, it was his quiet and composed son who kept him up at night. Children who behaved too well often turned out to be the ones who caused the most significant issues later on. The Emperor believed that rowdiness could be tamed with time, but mischief learned late was always a cause for concern.
Whether his son became the instigator or the victim, any incident involving him seemed destined to be significant. After all, he had to admit that his youngest son was exceptionally beautiful.
Feeling his father’s intense gaze, the prince inclined...
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