"Or should I say ‘princesses’ instead?"

As expected, Chiara Verati was fully aware of who we were.

For someone infiltrating deep into the Empire, she’d obviously have done her homework.

Without waiting for us to sit, she took one of the terrace seats, crossed her legs, and leaned back casually. Her demeanor was noticeably different from when she’d confronted me alone.

Well, it made sense. Back then, I hadn’t been dressed in… this sort of attire, and I’d approached her directly, without pretense, even sticking a bill between my chest without hesitation.

I didn’t act like I was trying to …