"If I get the permission from the alchemist institute, could I have your approval?" he asked.

"Well see, lord Nosera," the empress said. "For now, I will advise caution and for you to take the necessaries precautions for it, for now, I will wait for the word of the institute," lord Nosera, just sigh. He understood better than anyone the reason why the empress took this route.

He just hated the instituted, he hoped that he could evade the paperwork of the alchemist institute. He knew the people on the top and they didn't like him. Lord Nosera seems to be reduced to beg them, to reconsider his proposition, again.

"I thank you for this, your majesty," he said with a bow.

"Good luck, milord," and with that, he left.

"Weird fellow," the empress said.

"He was in the instituted before, leaving, wonders why," said Valentine.

"Any case, who is next?" for the rest of the morning, the empress had to take care of noble’s overdramatic problems.

Some came to sway her majesty to their cause; others simply look to gain some kind of advantage in the game of empire.

Everyone wanted the empress support, or in most extreme cases, wanted the empress herself.

Even if she is the supreme ruler of the empire, she still a child of twelve years old. She was crown recently, not even three years ago.

And because of this, many nobles try to sometimes, intimidated her or sway her, especially since in the future, she would have to marry. Every single nobles’ families in the vast empire, aim to that. Making the entire day, so tired and annoying. As she had to mask her face, in other to make them believe whatever they wanted. Sometimes it was fun, to see how they try to sway her.

"I do believe that to appease the nobility, your majesty, you would have to marry my eldest son," the fat noble said.

"Oh, how old is your son, my dear lord?" the empress said with a fake innocent voice.

"He is twenty-four years old, of course, I know how young you are but you know how fast young ladies grow up," the pig looking lord said with a smile.

It amused her and sometimes it's even funny, but when a lord demand with sugar coat words, what she has to do, she must show, who she is. But for now, she would have fun.

"I see... tell me, milord, isn’t your son, Hoarsi Meerkarensio? the one with a couple of bastards already?" the noble eyes split open when he heard that. He put a lot of effort to make sure that no one knows about this.

"I-I- I don't know what are you talking about?!" He said.

"Really?" she said.

"What do you say, countess Valentine? Am I wrong?" she put an innocent face like she was a worry to be wrong.

"Of course not, your majesty you are completely right," Valentine said with a superior’s voice.

"He had around four bastards with different women, and he seems to be waiting for the fifth one," she said.

The fat lord seems to lost breath, and his face turns red for embarrassment, he hated when people look down on his family. His son was a big problem and he is paying the price for his inability to control him.

To make things worse, the other nobles’ families already start looking down on them because of it, the Meerkarensio family needs to do something to gain more respect.

"But as you can see, my son seeds it's strong enough for you!" he said.

The empress looks in disgust, a feeling shared by everyone but the fat lord won't stop talking so easily. As he looks with a smile, that makes the empress feel shivers.

"Can you look at yourself, pregnant with my grandchild?" he said.

"It would be amazing!" the empress for her part look silently at the fat lord in anger.

"I don't think so," she said making the fat lord look stunned.

"What?" he said.

"That I won't be marrying your pig of a son," she said one more time.

"What..." he looked stunned.

"I.won't.marry.your.pig.son," she said with a cold voice and dark gaze.

For some reason, the fat lord didn't realize to whom he was talking, in a blind rage he walks a couple of steps and with a red face, he screams.

"How dare you?!" before he was about to take another step, the royal guard stopped him. Gastto was in front of the empress with his hand on his sword.

Amelah although with the same stone-cold face, she seems to have some live on her eyes. As she looks at the pig in front of her, with deep anger. Alia, the happy Etline, looks more like a hateful Etline.

"Remember your place, lord Meerkarensio!" exclaimed Valentine.

"You are in the presence of the empress; we will not tolerate such offense!" Gastto said with fury.

And it seems that the fat lord, finally realizes what did he say, he went to his knees and beg forgiveness.

"I apologize your majesty!" he said pathetically.

"I will tell you this once, but never disrespect me again," the empress order.

"Now, please leave me presences lord, I don't want to look at you anymore," the fat lord was sweating and try to speak one more time but it was for naught.

"But...!"

"Guards, take him out of my palace!" she exclaimed and four of the royal guard quickly took him by the should and drag him out of the throne room. While he screams and begs.

"Disgusting little fellow," Alia, the Etline said.

"Indeed, my dear Alia," said the little empress.

"Valentine, make sure that everyone knows about what happened today, I believe that the nobles’ families would love some gossip," Valentine smiles a little, and started to write it down on her little book.

"Indeed, your majesty," she said.

"Now, who else?" the empress said suddenly very tired.

"Only one left, archduchess Meya Revina of Meethen," Valentine said.

"Oh, strange to see her here, very strange, well then, let her come," she said.

The empress saw a beautiful Etline arrive in her present, curve bright blonde hair, crystal blue eyes with a sharp gaze, two long and dedicated rabbit shape ears.

the archduchess of Meethen, the city where semi-races and halfbreeds live, an ancient city built specifically for them. In which they can live freely and in peace.

And she was responsible for the city and all her inhabitants, as the rest of the archdukes and archduchess of the empire. Who are the sovereigns of each the imperial cities, except for Elent´Vassar, the city of the dark elves.

"Your majesty, may the sun and the moons shine in your crown," said the Etline with reverence.

"And may the winds and earth bless your soul," said the empress.

"How may I help you, my archduchess," the Etline, look at the empress for a couple seconds, before letting a loud sigh.

"Your majesty, my sister and her son... both die in an accident a year ago," the empress nodded, as she remembers the news of that day.

She thought that the accident itself was very strange, to say at least. It seems to force and very out of place but she didn't say anything as she wanted to hear what she was going to say.

"But I believe that such an accident, was a murderer perpetrated by another family, the Pretorius," Meya Revina said with an instance look on her face.

"That's some serious accusation, my archduchess, do you have any proof?" the empress asked.

"Well, I-I... I don't have one," the archduchess said remorsefully.

"I see, where did this idea come from, if I may ask?"

"The Pretorius has been always a rival of my family, the Revina, I know is farfetched but they are the only ones that would do something like this, their reputation precedes them," she said with a firm voice. Sounding secure of herself.

"I do know about that rivalry, but it's like you said, is farfetched," the empress said.

"But your majesty, I know it's them!" the poor empress could feel a headache coming already.

"And what tell me, would you want me to do?" the Etline look at her with a strong gaze.

"I ask for justice!" she exclaims.

"Another screamer," the empress thought.

"Lower your voice, archduchess," Valentine said.

"I ask for justice... justice for the death of my sister and her son," now the empress has a headache.

"Archiduquess Meya Revina, what you asked is not possible," the empress said.

"Why?!" the Etline scream.

"Archiduquess!" Valentine voice got louder.

For the empress, the headache was getting stronger, she needs to take her medicine again, something she dreaded.

"Enough!" the empress exclaim herself.

"Archiduquess, I understand your feelings but I can't give you what you want, if you wish to find justice for your family, I respect your wishes, you may find evidence and bring them to court as is your right," the Etline look contradicted by this. She wanted to bring justice to her sister and nephew, but I the same time, she hated to bring out the court of nobles.

"I would advise to do so the later, take your time to gather evidence but as well to not do something in fury. Be careful," the empress said, holding a gentle look on her face.

Meya Revina knew this, she understood the position of the empress, the Pretorius family is one of the fourteen elders' families. These are the top of the crop, the ones who are seated on the great council of noble's houses, these are the ones who choose who is noble and who is not. So is their power, that every single noble house in the empire, lesser or high, from the vassal's states, the archdukes and archduchess need to be wary of them.

The Pretorius, Bizantinne, Nobiles, Sacris, Hortus, Roleani, Tenebris, Cerenies, Dearan, Valaros, Warthok, Baron, Vakiosky, Vayasti. To bring one of them to the court to answer for their "crimes" it's almost impossible and the Eltine knew this. But she was going to bring them to justice, wherever the cost.

"I apologize for my conduct, your majesty, I beg for your forgiveness for my behavior," the archduchess said on her knees with her head down.

"It's all forgiven, just don't repeat it," the empress was very tired and when she saw the Etline leave, she slumped on her chair.

"So tired," she whispers.

"Now, it’s there anything else?" the little empress looks at Valentine who smiles at her.

"It's all for today your majesty," she said.

"Good. I need to rest... Rosaline?" the empress said, as she looks at the spider on her shoulder.

A big black widow spider, the sizy of the palm of her hand and with a blue symbol on her stomach. Gently walk on the empress skin.

"What happened?" the empress ask at the spider.

The spider whispers some words, some dark words, they sound like a multitude of voices at once, with no clue of what language the spider speaks. Alia look at little unsettle while hearing those voices. Amelah look as she was understanding what the spider was saying. Gastto only looks at the empress with nothing more than expectations of what she was going to do.

"I see, well... you can tell Leblanc to shove it," the empress said angrily.

Amelah for a second show a genuine smile, Valentine let a dramatic sigh when she heard the empress cursing. Alia was smiling and Gastto as well.

"I will talk with her later," the empress said as she walks from the throne room, to talk with a certain woman who was waiting for her on the empress private room.

When she finally arrived, to her room, leaving behind her the guardians and everyone else. A woman with estrange eyes of different colors welcome her with a seductive smile.

"Your majesty," the woman said.

"Leblanc," the empress said.

"Thank you for coming here," the woman said as she walks to the empress.

She had a weird purple hair, reaching her shoulders. A violet eye and a golden one, her face look young but there was something off. Like she was far older than she looks like.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt, and the empress only smile as Leblanc approach her. The empress put her hands on the woman waist and buried her face on Leblanc breast.

"I hate you," she whispers.

"I am sorry, I took longer than I expected," said Leblanc allowing the girl, roam her hands on her body.

"Forget about it, I want you," the little empress said with lust on her eyes.

Leblanc sigh, as she felt the empress starting to undress her robes, she heard a clicking noise and she found herself amused by the expression of the empress.

"Armour, I hate when you wear armor under your clothes," Leblanc giggles at her.

"I know you do, but Elian we have to talk first," Leblanc tries to stop the empress attempts to undress her but she was not having any of it.

"Later, we can talk later," the girl starts kissing Leblanc exposed breasts while groping Leblanc ass.

"Elian..." Leblanc moaned.

"You were away for two months, I am angry at you, you're my herald, you must obey me and I order you to please me," the empress said with a firm voice. Leblanc sigh again, as she just waves her hand and a small light came out of it. Undressing her and the empress immediately.

"As you wish," Leblanc said.

"It's your fault remember, your fault that I am what I am," the naked body of the girl collides with her, Leblanc was taller than the young girl by a lot, so it was very easy for her to trow her to the bed.

The young body was already forming, the curves, the small breast everything was maturing. Leblanc started to kiss her skin and roam her hand on the empress thighs.

"You are the chosen of Nimus, there was nothing I could do to stop it," Leblanc said as she licks the girl teats, the empress moan.

"Excuses," the girl said with a smile.

Leblanc started to play with the empress core, gently rubbing her fingers, meanwhile, she started to kiss the girl's mouth with passion.

During all this time, Leblanc was watching the necklace, cursing silently how the relic of the gods, made the empress this way. The suddenly promiscuity of the girl started a year ago and there was nothing she could do to stop it, only to appease her and any way possible.

Does she love the empress? Yes.

Does she want to take advantage of her? No.

Does she enjoy making love to her? Yes... but she would have waited until she was older.

But it does not matter, as a herald, she must obey the empress always, her lover, her majesty. Even against the gods themselves, even against her own family.

"I do love you, my dear Elian," Leblanc said, as she will satisfice the empress lust like every other night.