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Fifty-Five

"Greetings to His Grace, the Duke of Ivrea and Her Highness Minerva. This one was–ehem!"

Minerva just glanced at the guy coughing with pity. He seemed to choked on his saliva when he saw her father went down on the carriage with the clothes that he wore.

Who wouldn't be? Her father was only on his freaking pajamas and robe! He just even wore a slipper! With the addition of his ruffled silver hair and droopy eyes, he looked like he just woke up.

Look, even the maids in the Toen's Imperial Palace were blushing as they burrowed their heads on their chests. Whereas the knights tried to hide their shock with their serious faces.

Minerva sighed. But soon after, she took her father's hand and also went down on the carriage. At least, she wore something that was according to the occasion they were in.

Although this was what they called a "vacation", there was something political hidden

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