If a convoy of more than fifty people bearing the Imperial Family insignia leaves the capital unnoticed, then Sussex has a big problem.
There's no way to hide, so just leave openly and righteously.
Sif conveyed the command to the Magic Mirror, to immediately invite all Cabinet Ministers to a banquet, expressing gratitude for their exemplary work during the Radiant Day celebration.
This is a very reasonable reason.
No one can refuse.
Just as the banquet began, Sif's convoy swiftly departed the Imperial Capital, heading towards the southern coastal city.
This was her first departure from the Imperial Capital since her ascension, and seeing the bleak sky, Sif surprisingly felt a joy akin to a bird escaping its cage.
She hummed a merry tune, gazing out at the gray sky, feeling unexpectedly refreshed.
"What are you looking at?" Roland asked curiously.
"Freedom," Sif said softly.
The word freedom spoken by an authoritarian monarch creates a peculiar sense of dissonance.
