Artizea's words into practice.
Even so, Miraila acted as if she had planned everything herself and that Artizea was only the errand person.
However, Artizea was not upset. In a month at most, everything would change.
She didn't want to argue or be beaten up over such a trivial matter, so she acted as before, as if she knew nothing.
"My lady, are you all right?"
Once Miraila left, Sophie asked her with concern. Artizea nodded her head.
"It's nothing new, is it?"
"Yes… but still…"
"Put my dress on."
"Oh, yes."
Sophie hurried.
Artizea wasn't wearing a corset.
As a child, Miraila would force her to wear a little corset to make her look a little better.
However, when Artizea's body began to look like a grown woman's, she prevented her from wearing any tight clothing, saying it would make the men think dirty thoughts.
Sophie put a bustle on her and dressed her in a dark green striped dress.
Finally, Sophie sat her down on a chair and put her hands in Artizea's hair.
Then, while massaging her scalp, she extended the curls she had previously curled for a perfect hairstyle.
The curls were extended to the right level.
Artizea's hair had a nice color, so she looked beautiful with her hairstyle.
Artizea looked awkwardly in the mirror and fiddled with the tips of her hair.
"What do you think? You do not have to worry, by the time you return you will have your hair down. In any case, just spraying water can remove it."
Sophie said cheerfully. Artizea didn't know how to react.
She had never paid attention to her appearance.
However, it was the first time that a maid had broken the dress code, with the intention of making her look pretty.
"Freyl."
"Then His Majesty will thank us for the hard work, offer us some benefits and a feast. That's what everybody does, isn't it?"
"These soldiers who have suffered for over a year without replenishing their troops and without supplies deserve to receive such an honor."
Cedric said firmly.
It would not be difficult for him to enter and bow to the Emperor.
But it would not be right.
"There's no need for a grand ceremony, but we have to enter the capital officially. Rewards for battle merit cannot be based on money alone."
Cedric seemed serious.
"And we cannot dissolve, Freyl. Although we achieved a great victory, after a few years, the same thing will happen again. What do you think will happen?
"In that case, His Majesty will have to act quietly and meet with the Grand Duke Evron."
"If the West collapses, the whole empire will be in danger."
However, Cedric couldn't help but sigh slightly.
"I know what you're talking about, Freyl. We can't stay like this forever."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I thought I'd ask the Archbishop to intercede as a mediator."
Freyl showed a doubtful expression.
The emperor was not on good terms with the temple.
"Well, will that work?"
"I have to try. Anyway, I was planning to go to the temple because I had a disturbing dream."
"A dream?"
"Yes."
Cedric nodded.
In his dream a woman appeared who he had never seen before.
It was a woman with platinum-blond hair, she was crying incessantly without saying a word, so much so that her face was soaked with tears.
In a way, this could even be considered a nightmare.
But instead of feeling fear, for some reason he felt sorry for her. He felt desperate and suffocated, as if his chest was being squeezed.
It was a dream that left a bitter taste in him in many ways.