Emma flinched as she watched her father's mood fluctuate. She knew she had messed up and made her father angry.
"Emma, what was that performance in the end there? You had a perfect opportunity to smear the mud all over Lady Dirac's reputation but you fumbled."
Ah, there were those words Emma had dreaded hearing as soon as she had realized her mess up. She should have kept her mouth shut back there.
But something about Lord familiars' disapproving glare had caused Emma to open her mouth and blurt that out. Now the regret was coming pouring back.
"I-I'm sorry. But it was a matter of life and death back there and I panicked. Besides, I can use this opportunity to lure Lady Dirac into a sense of false friendship and then find a way to get close to the Crown Prince that way."