Queen Midela sank her body into the soft sofa, her glamorous red lips sporting a faint smile, one hand on her chest, the other resting against her cheek.
Her golden hair flowed casually over her shoulders like the noonday sun, and her slender, shining white legs gently swaying beneath the hem of her red dress, presenting a lazy and charming sight.
Unfortunately, Colin was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty before his eyes at this time.
Even more so, a strong sense of dissatisfaction surged in his heart--
Emperor Reinhardt was the one who caused all this trouble, yet he was the one constantly rushing around, trying to win the support of various leaders. Meanwhile, the royal couple one pretended to be ill, while the other carelessly flirted...
"Aunt, were you waiting for us?"
"Yes." Queen Midela sat upright and smiled, "From your appearances, it seems you have heard the news of Governor Lattom's death?"
