Book 8: Chapter 2
The Imperial Capital of Grantsrale in the Earthworld Empire.
One girl sat in a room of the Imperial Palace. Lowellmina Earthworld, the youngest Imperial Princess of the Earthworld Empire.
News had made its way across the continent about how Imperial Prince Demetrio had recently tried to ascend the throne for himself, which ended up catching the middle prince, youngest prince, and Lowellmina in a domestic conflict. Amid this turmoil, it was, in fact, Lowellmina who had emerged victorious. She pushed aside the armies of the middle and youngest princes, and the eldest brother fell from power just as the throne was within reach. Then, by undergoing the required ceremony, she announced her legitimacy as the future Empress.
Lowellmina was a modern heroine. Although she hadn’t yet risen to the throne, which could trigger a revolt, it was no exaggeration to say the eyes of the entire continent were on her every move.
As for what sort of task a figure universally described as “legendary” was undertaking at the Imperial Palace…
“I’m going to power puke…” She faced a mountain of paperwork with a deadpan expression.
“Your Highness, please don’t cut too loose when you’re out of the public eye,” her subordinate, Fyshe, advised next to her.
Imperial Princess Lowellmina’s constant groaning as she slumped over a desk of unprocessed paperwork didn’t exactly scream “dignified.”
“You think I’m taking it easy?! I’m giving you all I have to offer! And all I can offer is this pukey feeling!”