“Little Countess Bianca Gillette.”
With just a call devoid of any particular intent, the king captured the listener’s full attention.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Bianca bowed deeply.
What could be the king’s purpose in summoning her, someone with a different political stance? As tension caused a slight cold sweat to form in her hand gripping the hem of her dress, the king’s intent finally emerged in the heavy, settled air of the audience chamber.
“I’m tired. I just want to approve documents.”
“Pardon?”
Blinking, she belatedly noticed something peculiar.
Beside the throne, there was a pile of documents. He had been working even during the audience.
‘Could it be… that he is diligent…?’
It didn’t quite match his languid, intimidating, and decadent appearance, but there was no evidence to refute it.
Just then, the king himself made a slight complaint.
“Even with the mental strength of a 9th-circle, this workload is a bit tough. The state of the country is worse than I thought.”
“That is… I apologize. Due to the focus on the…