"Alright, I've won. What's taking you so long to hand it over?"

"......"

Priscilla, with a sulky expression, glared at Rosaria and handed her the money.

One silver coin. Compared to their positions—the crown princess, who was almost guaranteed to become the next emperor, and the future head of one of the empire's three major duchies—the amount was embarrassingly small. But both of them were in positions where they didn’t need to worry about money. What mattered more than the amount was the fact that one of them had won and claimed the prize from the loser.

Laura chuckled and …