The Emperor Is My Brother’s Best Friend

r debut began. 

Sitting in the drawing room, both girls looked through samples of fabrics. 

When I was at the Titonsser Manor, I never knew there would be so many fabrics I've never even seen. 

Ilya continuously complimented and exclaimed as she inspected each piece.

She would then look to Rose, who sat quietly inspecting the fabric on her side. 

I can't help but admire how carefully she's choosing. 

Ilya put down the sample booklet in her hand. 

“Lady Rose, I'm very curious about your debut.”

“Mine?”

“Yes! What did you wear? Did Lady Rose also make her debut in the Imperial Palace?”

Rose was at a loss for words.
Ilya hadn't given her a chance to answer the question before she fired off the next. 

“It was a plain ivory-style dress.
I'm not the type to prefer flashy wear.”

“Still! Lady Rose must have been the most beautiful woman amongst those who participated in the debutante ball.”

“Mmm.”

Rose shook her head. 

“I didn't make my debut at the Imperial Palace.”

“Then where?”

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“When I turned fourteen, my brother allowed me to make my debut at the manor.”

“Wow!”

Ilya looked at her in pure admiration. 

The Honeywell Manor is so large that it wouldn't have been difficult to hold a debutante ball for only Lady Rose.
A lot of people must have attended. 

Rose, whose attention was drawn to the fabrics once more, glanced at the excited Ilya. 

“Why do you want to debut in the Imperial Palace, Lady Titonsser?”

“Hah? Our family does not have any connections in the capital, as we're barons.
Attending a debutante ball at the Imperial Palace would be a grand celebration for my family and attendants.”

“I see.”

“Yes, and I have gotten to come to the capital and meet all of you dazzling nobles.”

Throwing down the fabrics, Ilya covered her flushed cheeks in embarrassment. 

Rose tilted her head; she had heard of that story before. 

Was her trip to the capital for the purpose of getting married? Is Baron Titonsser using Ilya's marriage as a steppingstone to establish himself in the capital? 

Rose's heart sank. 

So, she approached Elliot for that in the past life? To become the duchess of the Proud family? She was with someone who already had a fiancé? …
Then, does that mean that Ilya wasn't being used? 

Before her thoughts jumped to their own conclusions, Rose vigorously shook her head and laughed at the nonsense her traumatized mind created. 

Elliot Proud being used by others? It would make sense that the two of them had fallen in love instead. 

Rose laid the fabric swatch down. 

“Lady Titonsser, how is a debutante ball at the Imperial Palace unique? A flashy dress is good, but sometimes it might not be enough.”

She smiled at the baron's daughter.
The young lady's eyes shined as she listened to Rose. 

Let's keep Ilya by my side, whether the two fall in love or use each other…

Having her by my side will make it easier to figure it out. 

In the name of helping Ilya prepare for her debut, Rose would monitor her every move. 

But her plans were shattered that very evening when Wells returned from the palace.

A carriage crossed the drawbridge and entered the Imperial Palace.

The appearance of a carriage caused the knights on guard to swiftly take action. 

Stopping at the carriage at the grand entrance of the palace, the leader of the Imperial Knights approached. 

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He bowed and greeted stiffly. 

“Welcome, Marquise Rosenberg.”

The commander reached out and offered his hand, but the Marquise of Rosenberg refused his offer and got off the carriage herself. 

Her winter dress followed, the skirt tumbling down the tread of the carriage. 

“I don't need an escort; is His Majesty still working?”

“His Majesty is busy with the year-end preparations.”

“Ah, so he is busy.”

The Marquise was speechless. 

Remaining silent, the commander waited for the Marquise to speak once more. 

“Then I must see His Majesty.
This Lady Alison Rosenberg should visit His Majesty and let him have a moment of rest.”

The Marquise then laughed heartily and walked confidently towards the Imperial Palace, her ponytail swaying to a fro with each step.

The leader of the knights and the member of the corps watched, stunned, before hurriedly catching up as he secretly broke out in a sweat while he watched her head to the emperor's office with quick steps.  

I know that you are not visiting His Majesty so that he may rest.
You are going to harass our poor Majesty, Marquise Rosenberg. 

Alison Rosenberg, formally known as Alison Rosenberg, her original name was Alison Cullen Van Tristan. 

She was the emperor's only sibling. 

Ten years prior, Alison married the Marquis of Rosenberg at the age of twenty-two. 

Women could also hold power in the Empire, and the supporters of Russell, in order to keep her in check, promoted her marriage with the Marquis. 

There were some who felt sorry for Alison, who was sent to the Marquisate of Rosenberg as if she were being kicked out.

But the Marquise of Rosenberg and her husband, Kim, were unexpectedly pretty good despite their marriage of convenience.

She delegated all imperial authority to her seven-year-old younger brother and spent nine years as a madam in the Marquisate of Rosenberg.

Her husband, the Marquis of Rosenberg, died of pneumonia at the young age of 36.

As a widow, she inherited the title of Marquise at her husband's will, and as a marquise, Alison, who was helping Russell, sometimes came to the capital, like today.

The hallway leading to Russell's office.

Allison raised the corners of her mouth in a mischievous smile.

…
Did you hear that Duke Proud and the Rose of Honeywell will be engaged soon?

How is our poor Majesty getting along day by day? How could he allow the two of them to get engaged?

Allison's brisk walk soon turned into light running. 

She wanted to meet Russell quickly and make fun of her poor brother, who was more miserable than an abandoned puppy.