A salon in the capital.
“But… isn’t Sir Isaac’s doctoral celebration going to be held?”
“He skipped his master’s graduation as well, so perhaps he’ll do the same this time.”
“Come on. Even so, his reputation was different then compared to now…”
“Come to think of it, it is suspicious that the imperial family is doing nothing.”
“…”
The moment the imperial family was mentioned, everyone fell silent. Their gazes met across the space between them. Though none of them said it aloud, they seemed to share the same thought.
Considering how stingy the imperial family was with recognition, could there be some unseen conflict between them and Isaac?
The Empire had been enjoying an unusually smooth reign. However, if nothing but favorable news continued to pour in, people would naturally come to think that such a state was normal. This had become an age in which progress was taken for granted.
As a result, people became sensitive to even the smallest unfavorable development. Princess Isolde had already steeled herself for things to turn out this way.
However.
“I didn’t expect it to become this serious.”