At night, Vansing entered Morgana's room, suppressing his fear.
"Huh? Van, what do you mean by holding the competition earlier—tomorrow?" Morgana, still disguised as Fiona, asked while scrutinizing his face.
Vansing calmly replied,
"Mother, that Heir is crossing the line. I want to take revenge as soon as possible for your sake. So, I decided to move the competition forward a little. I will kill him in battle. Why? Is there any problem, Mother?"
Morgana's face twitched in suppressed rage. The sheer audacity of this foolish Emperor—her pawn for so long—daring to interfere with her plans enraged her. She wanted to kill him on the spot.
But for the sake of their grand goal, she forced herself to remain composed.
Suppressing her anger, her expression softened, her previous fury vanishing as if it had never existed.
"No problem, my son. You're doing this for my sake, after all. Tomorrow, don't forget to kill him, okay?"
