At that moment, a voice rang out, capturing the attention of the room.
"Her Royal Highness, Princess Celested Violinn Binchester, enters!"
As the entrance doors swung open, the nobles made way, bowing and offering their respects.
Celested, with grace, rose the nobles to their feet and immediately made her way toward Bianca.
The two pretended to engage in casual conversation while secretly whispering.
"Bianca, what’s the progress on the task the Holy Mirror assigned last evening?"
"It’s progressing without a hitch."
