Afternoon.
Inside Davis’s Room.
Evelynn brushed her silky green hair that extended up to her waist. She kept straightening it out until she tied it into a ponytail that rested on her shoulders.
She gazed at the mirror and saw her pure black eyes that were reflecting her own silhouette. She puckered her rosy lips and saw her side profile beside her nape, which was covered by her lush green hair.
She nodded to herself and felt that she had dressed up enough for the banquet.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a voice, "I’m here, Evelynn."
"Wait a moment..." Evelynn tidied herself up and left the chair to open the door.
Opening the door, she found Claire waiting with a smile on her face yet she knew that the smile was absolutely fake.
Even so, she kept her mouth shut and nodded her head.
"Let’s go..." Claire nodded back and said.
The two of them left to the spacious banquet hall where a lot of people gathered to celebrate an event, an event that is literally filled with food and drinks all over the place.
Evelynn and Claire arrived at the location after a walk that couldn’t be considered long. After all, the banquet hall was still within the Royal Castle.
As soon as they arrived outside the banquet hall, they could see the influx of people, entering the banquet hall with wide smiles on their faces.
Evelynn turned to look at the people who wore luxurious clothes, their banter and laughter filled the atmosphere with liveliness.
Yet, when she turned to look at Claire, the smile on her face was nowhere to be seen.
Getting worried, she lifted her hand and held Claire’s fingers while gazing at her with an anxious expression on her face.
Claire turned startled. She turned to look at Evelynn before smiling lightly again. She giggled a little bit when she thought of something.
Evelynn turned a little embarrassed, "What?"
"No... It’s just that I didn’t think you would be the one who understood me the most, not Clara, Diana or even Edward."
"Mother, they are just kids..." Evelynn pouted.
Claire blinked and touched her forehead, "You’re right. It’s my fault, I keep comparing them to Davis..."
"Besides, Clara is not here. She went to challenge the inheritance with Princess Shirley. So how can she console you?"
Claire shook her head, "It’s not like you don’t know, right? That girl hasn’t always been emotionally bright regarding other’s feelings. She can be quite blunt and insensitive."
Hearing that, Evelynn dryly laughed. She had personally experienced it over the years. She even felt wronged sometimes until she heard about Clara’s circumstances from Claire.
As they neared the entrance to the banquet, someone finally noticed their presence.
"It’s the Empress!" Someone shouted.
That shout quickly gathered a large amount of onlookers as they also turned to look at the duo in shock.
It took time for them to notice their presence because Evelynn and Claire didn’t dress up grandly.
The Empress vibe that Claire emitted was nowhere to be seen, only leaving a simple look and class that was befitting of a noble.
Only a few had seen Evelynn, while almost most of the people in the upper echelon knew of Claire’s facial features.
Even the person who shouted ’It’s the empress’, did so only after verifying with the empress’s image in his mind after suspecting the identity of this beautiful duo.
Quickly, everyone started to whisper and hush.
Claire paid them no heed as she tightened her grasp of Evelynn’s hand and moved into the banquet hall.
"The Empress has arrived!"
"Crown Prince Davis’s Fiancee has arrived!" The master of ceremonies shouted, declaring their arrival to the banquet.
The people who were already in there quieted down, and the people who were in the way obediently made space for them without even making eye contact.
As Claire walked like a tigress while bringing Evelynn into the banquet hall, they finally arrived in front of the Emperor’s seat.
Logan had an awkward smile on his face. He stood up and gestured to his side, "Take a seat beside me, my empress."
Before Logan showed an awkward expression, he had a surprised expression on his face when he saw Claire’s figure at the entrance because he assumed that she wouldn’t attend this banquet.
But right now, he was quite pleased because her presence in this banquet meant that he had her approval to this event, more or less to a degree.
Either that or she came to stir trouble.
He wasn’t worried about the latter because he knew that Claire wasn’t the type to do something like scheming. Her way of doing things was more straightforward, like beating or scolding the crap out of him.
He had not one bit out of doubt that she could totally eliminate everyone in this place, including him, without even breaking a sweat.
It was all because she had ultimately grown powerful than him in the time he had to redo his cultivation.
Right now, there was a difference of a major stage between them and it wasn’t something that could be filled with the likes of quantity.
Claire stared at him while Logan once more gestured to Hendrickson, "Arrange a seat for my daughter-in-law!"
Hendrickson and the others, who had already stood up in the presence of the empress, nodded their heads.
They quickly did the preparations and a seat was readied in the blink of an eye.
Evelynn looked at the two of them and nimbly went to sit on the seat that was promptly prepared for her.
Meanwhile, Claire still stood in front of Logan as if expecting something from him.
Logan turned confused. He had beads of sweat forming on his face. His mind rapidly worked, thinking of why she was looking at him like this right now.
Suddenly, his mind jolted with a certain realization. He recognized that he had owed her something.
He took a deep breath, "I’m sorry for taking things into my hands. I know I shouldn’t have done it without your consent. Please forgive me..." Logan said with a straight face.
His apology echoed throughout the crowd.
An apology from the Emperor? How humble and degrading was it for an emperor to apologize?
The crowd was astonished and shocked, to say the least, but Logan didn’t care about that a single bit as placating Claire was more important than his good for nothing pride.