At this point, the Emperor must have started doubting my identity.

Even if what I said was “actually” true—if I were truly the child of the Emperor and a fallen noblewoman from the imperial family—I had far too much knowledge I shouldn’t possess.

Of course, the Emperor didn’t know everything about me yet. Leaving aside the fact that I could rewind time, things like my knowledge of the warship's internal structure or my familiarity with the palace’s layout were things the Emperor could never know from his perspective.

But even so…

The Emperor wasn’t the type to casually share state secrets with a woman he might spend a single night with and then forget.

Furthermore, while the Grace family traditionally stood by the Emperor, they weren’t particularly active in politics. They were a family that would step in to protect the system when needed but weren’t much help in the Emperor’s political maneuvers.

Yet here I was, someone who had grown up as a mere baron’s daughter in the Grace family, claiming not only to understand the Emperor’s ultimate goal but also offering to help achieve it—@@novelbin@@

“I’m curious about who you really are.”

It wasn’t surprising that he’d say something like that.

I had managed to brush past Earl Crowfield and Duke Lindborough. They were experienced in the noble art of gathering information and lived with the constant awareness of what they didn’t know about their opponents—and what their opponents didn’t know about them. As the eldest daughter of a baron family close to the imperial household, a family expected to act militarily in times of need, it wasn’t impossible for me to possess certain insights.

And they would cross-check the information I gave them. It wouldn’t be easy, but they weren’t the type to stake their lives on my words alone. …Or were they? Judging by the expression Earl Crowfield made back then, he did look like the kind of man who might ruin his life over one woman.

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