However, when she noticed Victor's gaze, her expression immediately turned to surprise.
She quickly broke away from the surrounding nobles and ran briskly to Victor.
"teacher!"
Upon seeing the Empress arrive, the surrounding nobles naturally dared not utter a word and quietly retreated to the side.
Victor placed one hand on his chest and bowed to the Queen, expressing the etiquette between a monarch and his subject.
"Your Majesty."
Upon seeing this, Aurelion frowned slightly.
But after noticing the gazes of the nobles, she said nothing, only nodded, signaling Victor to stand up.
She cleared her throat, no longer identifying herself as a student, and offered her words of comfort to Viktor:
"It's good that you're back, Duke Victor."
"If there is anything inconvenient, please let me know."
After she finished speaking, she felt the gazes around her soften, as if they were quite satisfied.
At the same time, Aurelione felt a strong sense of disgust welling up inside her for no apparent reason.
Even though the person in front of her was her teacher whom she hadn't seen in a long time, she couldn't throw herself into his arms and act spoiled as usual.
On the contrary, because of the "distinction between ruler and subject" mentioned by these nobles, they had to show their identity as emperor.
She is the emperor; does that mean even her only teacher must treat her with utmost respect?
Are you kidding me?
But then I remember the things they used to say.
"Your Majesty, Victor is no longer the Victor he once was."
"Your Majesty, if you do not display your imperial status, how can you be worthy of Victor?"
Aurelion found, for no apparent reason, that what they said made sense.
Now, besides her identity as the Empress and her teacher-student relationship with Victor,
Is there anything special about her?
The thought that she could only get close to Viktor through these two identities filled her with an indescribable sense of alienation.
This made Aurelion even more uncomfortable.
She fought off the slight dizziness in her head.
He took a deep breath, nodded to Viktor directly opposite him, and said softly:
"Get some rest, teacher."
"I'm going back now."
After saying that, she ignored the nobles behind her, lowered her head, and quickly left the Clevina mansion.
Seeing this, the other nobles stepped forward to exchange pleasantries with Victor.
Then he hurriedly followed Aurelion and left.
Viktor, too, did not react at all.
Just like Erica.
Erica's ordinariness, Aurelion's discontent.
Everywhere they look, they reveal their helplessness, unable to extricate themselves from the situation.
Even one's true self cannot be controlled.
Unbeknownst to them, their relationship grew increasingly distant.
He suddenly remembered those few words that had once echoed in his ears like chatter.
"You always want to pursue perfection in everything, but reality is never quite what you want."
No one can guarantee that everything will be perfect.
"Viktor, life is full of choices."
"Is it a choice between achieving success and maintaining the status quo?"
"Or will all your efforts be in vain?"
He took a deep breath and turned his back.
Like a sculpture, it stands quietly in the courtyard of the mansion, patiently waiting for the guests to leave one after another.
As the last nobleman rode away in his carriage, the rumbling of the wheels on the street gradually faded into the distance, becoming indistinct.
Until the entire mansion was so empty that there was no one left, and no more lively sounds.
He spoke quietly to himself:
There is never a truly perfect ending.
"Vega, you won again."
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