Today's weather was as bad as ever. Since that day, the weather had not been very good, but this had nothing to do with Isabella, who had locked herself in her bedroom and had not gone out for a whole day.
She knew nothing about this matter, because she was just an empress.
"Your Highness, Isabella, your letter… it was magic paper."
Isabella, who was reading a book in her room, looked at Marilla, who walked in with bloodstains on her body. She glanced at the door that had been pushed open so bluntly… surprisingly, she didn't even knock.
"Lord Marilla… Royal etiquette… forget it."
She said helplessly, giving up the thought of saying anything further. She took the parchment, already having some guesses in her mind. She pursed her lips, preparing to accept a scolding from Yila.
After all, it had only been five months, and she had ruined the empire. Moreover, she hadn't managed General Ulrichla well, leading to the sacrifice of many innocent civilians in the plan.
