The Princess and The Queen Want me as their personal Slave?

I looked at the scroll

The Queen gave i felt strange emotions as i try too comprehend it

I had just taken a bath, trying to wash away the fatigue clinging to my body like grime. The water helped, but not enough. Now, I was in Lucy's room.

She hadn't returned for a few days. Her presence was absent, but her scent still lingered faintly on the pillows. That made me feel... guilty.

I sighed, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

"I've really messed up her plans, haven't I?"

Even though she wasn't here, I could still feel her expectations. Her presence haunted the space in the form of neatly arranged books, a half-finished charm by the windowsill, and the locked drawer I never dared open.

But what's truly troublesome... is the decision looming ahead.

The first competition of the Queen selection is starting soon.

And yet, here I was, tangled in politics, prophecies, and people who could summon tsunamis with a flick of their wrist.

I chuckled dryly.