Hearing the sharp, distinctive clicking of slender heels on the floor tiles behind him, Academy head Anthony turned around to face the golden-haired girl dressed in a flowing white silk gown, and spoke first.
"Congratulations, Princess Amalia. Your appearance today was extremely successful."
With no prior rehearsal, relying solely on improvisation, the future emperor of the Valeria Empire had performed impeccably in public.
Especially that aura of authority, similar to Hibbort's, that naturally commanded respect, making it easy for listeners to overlook the fact that the person seated upon the throne was actually a petite white-dressed little girl whose feet couldn't even touch the floor while wearing high heels.
In response to Anthony's praise, Amalia gave a slight nod, gently pinching the hem of her dress with both hands as she softly replied.
