"Ira is much better than me..."

More than once, Yuther had remarked this to his daughter. With his unshaven old knight appearance, he had always been a king full of humor, but only in front of his daughter did he show some of his fatherly authority.

It is the authority of a father, not the authority of a king.

He was talking to the child who was destined to inherit his throne, but they were discussing the topic of rebellion. Neither he nor Isabella cared, because he was used to it.

Isabella got used to it.

"When I die, I'll tell Ira, 'If Isabella isn't fit, you'll be queen.' Don't resent your father then, little Isabella."

"Hmph~"

Although it was a haughty hum, little Isabella didn't want to become a king. After all, her father seemed to be tired every day and didn't have time to play with her. She didn't want to become a so-called king.

I'm tired and bored.

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"Isabella, prepare to ascend the throne..."

As Ira spoke with Isabella in the study, he appeared earnest and sincere, calmly saying, "Even for the sake of my dreams, yours, and Uther's dreams, please be strong."

Isabella knew about that dream... It was a truly beautiful future, a truly magnificent empire.

"..."

But, Isabella, where are your troops? Where are your consuls? Why didn't you first make yourself consul under the pretext that "Isabella is still young," and then sideline me so I could continue to play happily every day? Happily attend classes and fool around with you?

Isabella blinked her beautiful, emerald-like eyes.

"Your Highness Isabella?"

"..."

Although my mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, but...

"Okay, I understand."

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"..."

"..."

"..."

"call……"

Isabella woke up with a start in her bedchamber, her beautiful nightgown damp with cold sweat... Hearing her awakening, the maid who had been waiting by her bedside immediately rushed to her side.

Seeing Isabella preparing to sit up, a professionally trained maid helped her sit up and lean against the headboard behind the bed, while another maid immediately brought her water.

"Cough cough."

After drinking some water, Isabella felt better. She didn't even need to ask what time it was; just by looking at the sky, she knew it was already late... It was a rare night's rest.

Although I had many dreams, it was still better than waking up countless times throughout the night.

"Summon Secretary Maryra to the study."

After giving her simple instructions, Isabella, with the help of her maids, completed her daily washing, grooming, and dressing, and then ate a simple meal.

Of course, this breakfast was not simple, but Isabella didn't eat much... She didn't eat much to begin with, and without Isabella nagging her to "eat a good and full breakfast, a full lunch, and a light dinner," she ate even less.

That idiot is really long-winded.

When Isabella arrived at the study, Marilla was already waiting there. After taking her seat, Isabella dismissed the guards and maids around her... none of them could beat Marilla in a fight.

If Marilla couldn't protect her if a thief wanted to kill her, then the guards would be useless. If Marilla wanted to kill her... then the guards would be even more useless, and besides, she wasn't without her own trump cards.

“Sir Marilla, before…”

Before Isabella could finish asking her questions, Marilla already knew what she wanted to ask, and even if Isabella hadn't summoned her today, she would still find an opportunity to speak.

"The patriarch is in the Demon Kingdom."

The "head of the family" that Marila Elkaras refers to here is naturally the head of the Elkaras family, namely Ira—the former chief regent, Ira Elkaras.

Marilla carried out Isabella's order to secretly investigate Ira's whereabouts very well... or rather, Ira didn't even think about hiding himself after the arrest warrant was withdrawn.

"A monster-controlled area? I thought it would be a duchy or Silvermoon Tree Court."

As Isabella said this, a hint of regret appeared on her face... If it were a monster, then even if she won, it wouldn't prove that she was stronger than Ira.

"Ira... he could really have some kind of relationship with Faviginho, could he?"

Marilla looked helpless at Isabella's irresponsible slapping and said, "Faviginio was killed by Lady Ira a long time ago. The current Demon King is his daughter, a little girl named Satan Ye."

A loli named Satan Ye...

Satan Leaf's Lolita...

Loli...

Lily...

...

At these words, Isabella Arthur Mordred's expression instantly darkened. She frowned and snorted, "Hmph, Satan Ye? I hope she's worthy of being Ira's advisor, but sooner or later she'll get fed up with Ira's nagging."

Marilla: "..."

"How has the reaction been among the nobles regarding the matter of informing them about purchasing titles through land, which I asked you to do before?"

Having snapped out of her reverie about Ira's situation, Ira asked this question. To this, Marilla responded with a similar answer to Ira's earlier speculation: "The barons are very interested in this matter, and after the barons tried to get involved, the viscounts seem to be getting a little anxious."

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