The Greatest must first be a Servant

At first, they had all resented being assigned to the Ball Hall, feeling like they had been punished while other teams were given more people than they even needed.

But now… they no longer complained.

Because if a princess, someone who didn't have to do anything, was working right beside them, how could they not do their part?

Still, not everyone saw it that way.

A young servant girl scowled at Nnenna from the corner of her eye, muttering under her breath.

"So much for being a princess... She's working like a servant."

She scoffed, shaking her head.

"Princess Ebere has royal blood, and it shows in everything she does. But this one? She's nothing like her."

Her words were meant to be an insult, a sneer.

But the servant standing next to her?

She didn't agree.

With quiet conviction, she whispered back, "She's a princess, yet she's doing this. Can't you see?

"She's the real one."