A silence so heavy it could be felt descends upon the vast stone hall. The ice chandelier hanging from the ceiling sways in a faint breeze, making a cold, metallic clicking sound.

Countless gazes pierce through you all at once. It isn't mere curiosity, but an intense pressure accompanied by physical weight.

Alan, standing directly in front, fixes his transparent light-blue eyes straight upon you. His gaze is terribly quiet, reminiscent of a midwinter lake surface without a single ripple. Deep beneath his thick imperial majesty lies a cold heat, hiding a faint light of inquiry.

The ladies standing beside you also cast gazes of entirely different temperatures.

Eleanor, maintaining a perfect lady's smile behind her fan, ruthlessly appraises you from the tips of your nails to every single strand of hair with her golden eyes. The rustle of her high-quality silk dress echoes provocatively in the silence.

Lydia lets out an ecstatic, sweet sigh, never taking her eyes off Alan's profile. Her purple eyes burn with a moist, abnormal heat, as if other existences never mattered from the start.

Only Celesta blinks her sun-drenched jade eyes, a faint, encouraging smile playing on her lips.

The silence tightens along with the cold air of the hall.
Eventually, Alan narrows his eyes slightly and breaks the silence with a quiet but clear voice.

Alan | "...Second Princess of Nabatea. Tell me your name, and the feelings that brought you to this land."

A direct question from the Emperor.
The gaze and consciousness of everyone in the hall concentrate on a single point.