I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire!

The struggle within the Empire to determine the next emperor was progressing with Cleo advantage against most expectations.

The faction has been expanding rapidly since Liam expressed Cleo's support.

Over and over again, there were more voices pushing Cleo than Calvin.

There was just someone who wasn't happy in that situation.

- It's Cleo himself.

"It's not me. It's always Liam's name."

Spills stupidity in his own room but no one is listening.

Now I was relaxing by myself.

Coming into the room is my sister Lissitea, who has been floating around lately. While royal, she is the woman who chose the path of becoming a knight to protect Cleo.

Lisitea, who ponytails her orange hair, happily reports to Cleo.

"Cleo, did you hear that! There are still too many visitors today, and the meeting has been waiting for several years."

There were more nobles and merchants coming to greet Cleo.

Various organizations also ask to see Cleo.

Licitea is excited about an unthinkable situation before.

"Again, it would be nice if the faction came together. Besides, Brother Calvin isn't here right now. There are many nobles who want to see you. More and more people want a saddle change from the Calvinists."

Those closest to the throne of the emperor are now rumored to be Cleo.

Most importantly, the difference with Calvin is not very great.

If anything, it didn't turn into a critical situation like blowing up Cleo or something.

"Don't you want to see the Earl of Banfield, not me?

In response to irony, Lisitaire makes her expression a little harsher.

"The Earl of Banfield will be looking for you, too, but that's no choice. Your biggest supporter and back shield. What would have happened to us by now had it not been for the Count's funding and military strength"

Cleo decided to honestly apologize for being blamed by his sister, Lissitea.

"It's a joke. But you don't like all your petitions in the morning."

"That's all I'm counting on you for."

"- I'm happier than being ignored."

(Most people think of me as a decoration for the Count, etc.)

I wasn't really happy.

I can be in my current position with Liam's power, not my own.

Being a prince, I recognized that I remained in a weak position as ever.

"Now that the Earl of Banfield is on the Capital Star, you can rest assured no matter what! Well, today's scheduled..."

If Licitea tried to tell Cleo about her plans for today like her secretary, it would have been noisy outside the door.

The knights of the escort will get confirmation from Cleo.

"My lord Cleo, may I have a moment?

"What's going on?

The truth is, Your Highness's mother is here.

"My mother?

Cleo, sitting up, stood up, and Licitea was surprised when she opened her mouth. My real mother for both of us, [Annabelle Celle Langlan], has bothered to ask.

Neither Cleo nor Lissitea could hide their confusion at the appearance of someone who had never attempted to meet their daughters before.

Face to face, Cleo asks for Licitea's opinion.

"Sister, what do you want to do?

"- See what you came for. The reply will be fine afterwards. I'll take care of it, and Cleo will stay here."

As Licitea rushes out, Cleo drops it off and sits in a chair.

"Now what are you doing here?

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Cleo, who met Mrs. Annabelle, could not hide her surprise.

With the anti-aging technology, Mrs. Annabelle's appearance is not as pale as that of a young woman.

No one will believe me when I say I have three kids and I'm no stranger to having grandchildren.

It's a level that works even when you call yourself Cleo's sister.

Such Mrs. Annabelle wears a unique flashy dress. A dress with a large collar looks like an elimaquito lizard.

Her hair was also unique and she put it together like an onion.

My mother, who was previously indifferent to seeing the Cleos, now smiles and speaks only uncomfortably.

"Cleo, you've grown to look different. I heard that. I gained more voice in the palace than His Highness Calvin did."

Mrs. Annabel was basically pulling to the rear palace and declining to engage with the outside world. For this reason, they are oblivious to public fashion and have a unique fashion.

Such a Mrs. Annabelle would have heard Cleo leap.

This is how I seem to have gone out of my way to see my daughter - my son.

Lissitea, standing diagonally behind Cleo as she watched Mrs. Annabelle, looked bitter and turned away.

Mrs. Annabelle doesn't smile at Cleo, but she doesn't look to Richter either.

"If we keep this up, Cleo will be your next emperor."

"We haven't decided yet."

"What are you talking about! - His Royal Highness Calvin is a Crown Prince, but now he's away from the palace. I'm showing you a gap to fight the kingdom. You have to poke this and put your position on the table."

Mrs Annabelle's opinion is not a mistake either.

Now that Calvin is absent, the Cleo faction should expand its forces within the palace.

But Cleo wasn't involved in the matter.

"I'm counting on Count Banfield."

Mrs. Annabel's gaze sharpens.

"- Cleo, I understand perfectly well that you favour Count Banfield. He was the one who supported me when it was hard, wasn't he?

"Yeah, that's right"

You didn't even try to help us.

Cleo was poisoned on the inside, but didn't speak it out.

Because I avoided rubbing with my real mother here.

However, Mrs. Annabelle seems to be guessing how Cleo feels.

"That was hard. I'm so sorry I did that. I should have asked my parents to protect you."

Mrs. Annabelle grabbing Cleo's hand makes me seem really sorry.

To its whiteness, Lissitea, holding back behind, had wrinkles between her eyebrows. "Now," he muttered in a smaller voice, but that didn't seem to Mrs. Annabel to hear.

"But, you know, it's not a good idea to rely on someone. If you keep relying on the Banfield family, you'll have a problem in your reign."

"That's true, though."

The problem for Cleo is that being an emperor doesn't cut Liam off easily. It's Liam who's putting the faction together, and he's grateful.

If this is easily betrayed, the nobles recognize it as an "emperor who returns his grace with vengeance".

I would try not to get involved.

And Cleo's faction is weakened and the reign cannot take place as I think.

It was Cleo himself who accepted it.

"Use the Langlan family heavily here. Instead of cutting off the Earl of Banfield, we're going to use the Langlans one by one. That would prevent his dictatorship."

"Become!"

It was Licitea who raised her voice in surprise.

"Cleo, don't lend me your ears! Even if you use the Langlans now, your faction's nobles won't be convinced!

Cleo lends his ear to Lissitea's advice, but he thought about it here.

(Are you sure you want to rely on the Count of Banfield as it is? Shouldn't we use the power of the Langlans and take away some power?

The moment Cleo had the possibility of becoming emperor, it was the approaching Langlan family. I don't value credit, but I didn't think it would be worse to reuse it with anti-Liam than that.

While knowing the downside of an untrustworthy house, it is Liam's presence that tries to accept it.

Cleo - because of his inferiority with Liam - makes the decision to find a reason to accept the Langlans.

"Isn't that good? I'm drawing the Langlan family's blood, too. Cutting off relatives won't be fun for the other nobles."

Lisiatea hears it and says it.

"That's right, but what are you going to explain to the Earl of Banfield about this?

"I'll explain it directly. Count Banfield will understand."

(I'm still weaker now. But someday I'm sure -)

Thus, the Wranglers were to join the Cleo faction.

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Marion's the one who talks to me about keeping me busy at work.

"Seniors are tough, too"

I don't know what you came here to hear, but Marion knows my situation very well.

"What are you talking about?

"It's about the Langlans. I heard that Mr. Randy was specifically allowed to see His Royal Highness Cleo. It's not just here, it's all over the palace."

Marion, who shows the terminal, shows something like a message board from a previous life.

There was a lot of writing there that stirred me up.

Ignore that writing and I'll move on with my ”self" work.

"Don't talk to me because I'm busy right now"

"Senior Liam is as serious as ever, isn't he? You can't hide your serious personality, even when you say things like that."

- This guy really doesn't understand anything.

You don't know what I'm doing right now.

"So? You came all the way out here to show me this? You think I'm gonna find these guys and put them up for a blood festival? I'm busy. I don't have time for that."

"I'm sorry I thought you'd be so exaggerated"

I don't have time for that.

When we're both talking, Randy comes in the same flashy suit. I was proud of this sight.

"Liam, do this too"

It's the job the Randies left me to throw and drop by.

"What imitation?

"Let's get along with one another from the same faction. We're busy. You do your job instead."

Leaving Randy laughs like she made a fool of herself when she saw me with the people around her.

I'm surprised I still had someone who could take such an attitude.

Besides, you're in a weaker position than me.

Marion calls me.

"Shall I help?

"There's nothing wrong with that. You do your job."

Let's just try to keep it adult now.

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Mrs. Annabelle had summoned her nephew, Randy.

Randy looks nervous and reports about Liam.

"It looks calm even if this one shows a transverse attitude. You're going to wonder if they really went around at the training site."

Randy, two hundred years old approaching the present and hastily starting his training, can't even be serious about flattery. But even such a randy can gain enough ability to keep up with the competent bureaucrats around him using educational capsules.

Still, there is a big wall between you and Liam.

Mrs. Annabelle sighed at her ill-made nephew.

"Liam, watch out."

"I'll take care of it. We already have a lookout. So, the Langlans can take the lead in Cleo's faction?

What Randy cares about is being at the top of the creo faction.

Seeing Randy like that, Mrs. Annabelle shook her head to the side. This guy doesn't understand anything, he has a face.

"What's up, aunt?

"Randy, be smarter. When did I - did I say I would support Cleo? I'll have the Cleo faction collapse from the inside. That's what she wants."

Mrs. Annabelle had no intention of supporting Cleo from the beginning.

"Well, then, the Langlans have no advantage!

"Take it easy. I'll make sure it's profitable."

"I mean, is there a connection to His Highness Calvin? Without Cleo, His Highness Calvin would be the most profitable, wouldn't he?

It's Calvin who's profitable to drive Cleo down.

Randy expects her aunt, Mrs. Annabelle, to be connected to Calvin in the back.

"- Randy keep an eye on Liam like this. If you want to show a gap, you can chase it down. But don't leave any evidence behind. You remember how many other nobles he's crushed so far?

Randy nodded in a cold sweat.

"Yes, of course."

The Wranglers, whom Cleo has invited into the faction, show suspicious movement.