A beautiful middle-aged woman sat on a fancy chair resembling a throne. Her pale skin and purple, long hair extended to her back. Her sharp crimson eyes stared at the door, anticipating her underling's arrival.
Soon, a knocking sound could be heard, followed by her skin gradually turning normal and her purple hair turning black.
"You may enter, " she muttered loudly, the fangs extending from her mouth disappearing before the door was opened.
"Greetings, princess!" The newcomer, a young girl, stepped forward before bowing before Alice.
"Speak up," Alice spoke, waiting for the reports she wanted patiently.
"We've spread the rumors as ordered. However, there is no reaction from the third prince." Alice nodded her head upon hearing the girl's words. She guessed that provoking her brother into a fight would be harder than she had imagined.
