The Abandoned Empress Will Not Return

the insult she had never received before.
Sola, who was watching the scene, added coldly.

 

“You’ll regret that choice.”

 

“I’m sorry, but that won’t happen.”

 

Rodelia responded coldly.
Sola stared at her for a long time and opened her trembling lips.

 

“I’m leaving because of the uninvited guests, so I’d like you to quickly clear out of the Stella Palace.
I’m afraid it’s quite unpleasant to have you meeting in my space.”

 

After having said that, she turned around with her arms folded and moved.
The hem of her red dress flapped and her hair fluttered in the wind.

 

Staring at the departing figure, Rodelia called Sola to stop.

 

“Princess.”

 

Sola paused and turned her head to answer.

 

“Do you have more to say?”

 

“Of course.
I think I should correct what the princess is mistaken about.”

 

Rodelia said calmly, with a subtle smile around her mouth.

 

The attention of the ladies, who had been embarrassed and had their faces bowed, focused on them.

 

It was a place where they could only watch the person they decided to stand beside.
The empress’ dignity should not be lost from just being beaten by a mere concubine.

 

“I don’t think you know it yet…….”

 

“…….”

 

“But there is nothing in this palace that is yours.”

 

Rodelia’s gaze was chilling.

 

Looking at Sola who couldn’t say anything, Rodelia’s eyes, feeling a strange sense of joy, turned to her trembling hand.

 

Her hands that she tightly clenched were pale because the blood didn’t flow.
Her pointed nails dug into her flesh and even showed red blood.

 

“No matter how high your family is, in this palace, you are nothing but the emperor’s concubine.”

 

“…….”

 

“Keep that in mind, Princess.”

 

She smiled softly at Sola, who had clamped her lips tight and had turned her back and left.

 

Rodelia smiled at the ladies as she stared at Sola who couldn’t hide her emotions as she walked away.

 

“It’s late, so shall we say goodbye now?”

  

* * *

 

 Sola returned to the room with shame.
Rodelia’s arrogant eyes, as if she was staring at a subordinate, were so unfamiliar that she could not say anything back.

 

Did she know that the Empress could ever look at her like that?

 

She must have felt wrong.
There was no way she was scared of the Empress.

 

Sola gritted her teeth.

 

“There’s nothing in the palace that’s mine?”

 

As if she was amazed, she laughed once and screamed, throwing her shawl that was wrapped around her body.
Her splendidly decorated room was becoming increasingly messy.

 

Torn pillowcases, down feathers flying all over the place, and her desk in chaos.
Ferna, who remained silent next to her, busily cleared the mess.

 

After struggling for a long time, she collapsed on the bed as if she had lost strength.
Out of breath, Sola grabbed the blanket tightly.

 

“How dare you!”

 

“Let’s see how long you can keep that face.”

 

Sola, who uttered meaningful words, smiled bitterly.

 

 * * *

 

The morning at the Empress’ palace was busy.

 

It was a big illusion that she thought she would be able to rest a little after the closing ceremony.

 

The maids were busy and Rodelia was sitting at her desk, buried in the documents sent by Cerdian for review.

 

It was all because of the slave trade.

 

“It’s a lot bigger than I expected.”

 

In the office filled with the smell of ink, Rodelia said, looking at the documents scattered around.

 

The maids gathered beside her while working.

 

“How much……?”

 

“I think it’s safe to say that most noble families are somehow involved.
Whether they be an emperor or an aristocrat.”

 

“Oh my, then aren’t we the only ones who didn’t know?”

 

“And Ferna is involved.”

 

Rodelia added calmly.

 

“The Head Chamberlain?

 

In fact, the most noticeable was Ferna’s Marquis Collide family.
The Count of Cullen was already a predicted variable, but the crime of the Marquis of Collide was worse than imagined.

 

“This case will be hard to get out of, even if it’s Ferna.”

 

Whenever this kind of thing came to light, he could evade it every time under the pretext of being the emperor’s closest aide and Head Chamberlain.

 

But this time it was different.

 

Most of them were nobles who dabbled with slave trade out of curiosity, but not Marquis Collide.

 

They were nothing short of a moneylender behind the Count of Cullen.
And Kane is also aware of that fact.

 

Rodelia, who had been rubbing her lips as if she had been agonizing for a long time, looked at Viscountess Cohen and said.

 

“I will go to Grand Duke Aizen after lunch, so please contact him in advance.”