Immediate Action and Comfort

His grip on the paper tightened, crinkling it slightly as he tried to fathom the audacity of such an accusation. It was an attack not just on Aveline's talent but on his family and his honor.

"This is outrageous!" Napoleon exclaimed, his voice laced with fury. "They dare to question my daughter's achievement simply because she is my daughter?"

"Aveline gave it to me earlier before going to her bedroom," Ciela said and continued. "She locked herself and won't even let anyone in. She's devastated by these accusations, and rightfully so."

Napoleon's expression softened as he looked at Ciela. He could see the concern etched on her face, mirroring his own worry for their daughter. "I'll try talking to her—"

Napoleon trailed off as he felt Ciela's deadly aura radiating from her. He turned his gaze toward her, surprised by the sudden shift in her demeanor. Her usually warm and gentle expression had transformed into something far more intense and unsettling.