"Knock, knock, knock."
"What is it?"
Ivyst, who was reviewing documents, looked up.
"Princess, Prince Felit has arrived and wishes to see you."
Upon hearing this, Ivyst frowned deeply.
She had been on a mission at the underground relics when news of the Second Prince preparing to go to Orn City had broken.
It was Lynn who had told her about this after her return.
"Let him come to my study."
After a moment's thought, Ivyst responded indifferently.
She was well aware of the purpose of his visit.
It was nothing more than to accuse her regarding the death of the Mosgla family's heir.
But to Ivyst, the so-called heir's death was a complete joke, no different from a stray dog dying by the roadside.
Moments later, accompanied by a leisurely pace of footsteps, the silver-haired youth appeared before Ivyst, escorted by a guard.
"Second brother."
As she looked at the half-brother before her, Ivyst did not rise but merely greeted him briefly.
