"Am I really capable of taking on this position?"

Since everyone present was one of her own, Aurelion no longer needed to act as dignified and proud as she did at the banquet.

To be honest, Aurelion was also very surprised to become the heir to the throne.

She was completely unprepared.

Although she had indeed thought about it, she ultimately did not actively choose to compete for it.

Victor turned around and his gaze fell on the somewhat nervous Aurelion:

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

"This is what His Majesty desires."

No one is more suitable to be the next emperor than Aurelion.

Even if it were possible, Viktor wouldn't agree.

If he wants to ensure that everything he does in the Empire goes smoothly, he must support Aurelion to become emperor.

However, it is extremely difficult to establish an empress.

Aubrey had wanted to do this for a long time, but he had no reason to.

Aurelion, on the other hand, did not possess sufficient strength.

Therefore, only Victor can do it.

But Aurelion still lacked confidence and responded in a weak voice:

"And my two imperial brothers..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Viktor kneel down on one knee.

He crossed one arm across his chest, bowed his head, and saluted Aurelion.

He appeared extremely respectful.

His respectful manner made Aurelion feel somewhat unfamiliar.

That was a kind of etiquette between a ruler and his subjects.

The princess was stunned when she saw Viktor do this, as if she had never expected him to do such a thing.

Gradually, Viktor's voice rang out.

"Your Highness."

"Everything I've done is so that you can inherit this country."

They liberated the demi-humans, cooperated with the elves, and gained the support of the Mage Council.

All of this is aimed at increasing Aurelion's influence.

He was at odds with all the nobles, stood on the opposite side of all the nobles, and tried every means to openly wage war against the Raiser family.

All of this is to tell others.

The Clevina family will only support Aurelion.

"I will always be your subject."

Victor's calm voice rang in Aurelion's ears, each word penetrating her and causing her a slight ache.

Aurelion tentatively reached out her hand, fingers spread, instinctively wanting to touch Victor in front of her.

But I don't know why.

Viktor was kneeling before her.

It seemed as if she were incredibly far away.

They were so far apart that they didn't even seem to be from the same world.

If you don't bend over.

She couldn't even bring herself to touch her teacher.

But if you bend down...

"Your Highness."

Victor shook his head.

If you bend down, your crown will fall.

Aurelion was getting impatient.

Why?

If she really became emperor, wouldn't she be able to have everything she wanted?

Can……

The title of ruler and subject feels so heavy?

"I……"

At this moment, Viktor had already stood up.

Aurelion looked up and stared blankly at Victor.

However, at this moment, his gaze was no longer on her.

He simply looked behind Aurelion.

Aurelion was equally stunned, looking behind her.

It was a silver-white knight wearing a long blue dress and armor draped over his shoulders.

Her long, silvery-white hair resembled fibers formed from snowflakes.

With a purity like snow, it reveals a cold and distant solitude.

That was another of her teachers.

Gwen Delin.

At the same time, she has another identity.

Professor Viktor's fiancée.

It was as if she sensed Viktor's gaze.

That seemingly perfect knight, standing amidst the wind and snow, finally made a move.

As if she had shaken off all the hardships of life, she walked steadily to Aurelion's side.

Then, she bowed slightly to Aurelion in a knightly gesture.

Then she stood behind Viktor.

In Aurelion's eyes, the figures of Viktor and Gwen seemed to be merging.

A deep, dark black contrasts with pure, pristine white.

The two of them standing together looked so well-matched.

She seemed to hear Viktor's calm voice again, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's getting late, Gwen and I should head back."

"Then, see you tomorrow, Your Highness."

He led Gwen, and the two walked side by side, stepping over the golden door frame and heading out of the banquet hall.

Aurelion wanted to say something, but it was as if a stone was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She frowned, her throat choked with sobs, and could only exhale a heavy breath.

She tried to reach out and touch Victor's back.

Several councilors and Duke Reeves approached Aurelion, interrupting her silence.

Heim Horn's phantom-like face, crackling with indescribable electric current, drew closer:

"Please rest assured, Your Highness."

"This is also a deal that our parliament made with your father, the Emperor."

Aurelion turned around, staring blankly at Heim Horn's smiling expression:

“Horn…Councilor.”

Duke Rivi also stepped forward and bowed slightly to Aurelion.

"Your Highness."

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