Early the next morning, when Rosvisser arrived at the public library in the temple, the place was already packed.

The temporary venue for the love tutoring class was held here, creating a perfect learning atmosphere.

Everyone was brimming with enthusiasm for the session.

However, Her Majesty was... running a bit late today.

Rosvisser herself knew she was late, and her expression reflected a subtle awkwardness.

Seeing this, Milan asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"

Rosvisser averted her eyes, "N-no, not at all..."

She was foolish to have believed that dog of a man’s sweet talk last night. …