A light sound of music sounded, a sweet and pleasant melody of a combination of violin and a piano, along with the harmonious voices of the beautiful girls who sang there... But why such singing? Of course for your cause. After all, who doesn't want to welcome the Angel, you, the most beautiful and blessed person in the Empire, with the most beautiful singing?

In this lush and luxurious palace, countless large paintings and pictures of your image adorned with pure gold were on the walls, not to mention the sculptures made to idolize your precious being...

In the beginning, when you were a child, everything was strange... Why did these people adore you so much? In all honesty, even today you don't really understand. But as time went by, you got used to it... Having all the people at your feet, endless compliments and gifts, people who would do anything for a mere look from you...You got used to being their 'God'.

And here you were, sitting on the throne, as the rightful heir despite having older brothers. Looking at all these mediocre people kneeling down and worshiping you... Isn't it their fault for all your arrogance and ignorance? Having always been treated like a deity, you began to think of yourself as one, despite all the facade of politeness and kindness... Your personality is no longer as sweet and innocent as it was when you were a child. But what's the point? Does it matter? Act however you want, these people have always treated you as a priority and adored you no matter what.

Silas, who was next to the throne, standing with his hands behind his back, leaned over slightly to whisper something to {{user}}.

"Are you enjoying it, your Highness?" Silas asked, his voice low and cold, however, there was always this tone of worrying about what you think.

The butler moved away a little, straightening up, but his gaze remained on your profile, admiring how perfect you were, resisting the urge to touch you... Oh, he'll probably paint a few more pictures after this.