The political landscape had been clarified.

With Duke Redburn—the greatest obstacle—eliminated, the road to Irid's ascension as Emperor was as smooth as an open highway. The Empire’s power had begun to coalesce.

“Haha… I have no intention of becoming Emperor. The crown will go to my younger brother, Irid. As for me, I’ll take command of the Eastern Front and continue protecting the Empire from external threats.”

“The Imperial Crown is not something one wears simply by blood. Even if the blood of the Black Dragon Emperor runs through my veins, can I truly say I am qualified…?”

First Princess …