Inside the royal bubble, the celebration continued, but the prominent figures had already retreated to the royal castle.
Empress Morgana walked along the massive and long corridor that led to the heart of the castle.
Her movements were elegant, and her chin was held high.
All the soldiers, or rather, royal knights—standing on either side of the red carpet saluted as she passed, a greeting of respect slipped out of their lips. Ever since she became the empress, she has never been treated in a respectful manner like this.
Most of the time, she was only a beautiful decoration to the side.
She never complained.
Never point out her frustration and disappointment.
But took it upon herself to earn the empire's respect, and this moment showed that she had succeeded.
Even without the emperor's name, she was a respected figure of her own.
Just as she reached the end of the corridor, she halted and turned around to face the royal knights again.
