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The Imperial Social Science Research Institute.

As one might expect, the name "Research Institute" was merely a title, created as an excuse to move Yulia out of the Imperial Palace.

Thus, there were no plans to engage in any academic endeavors that could be called "research."

However, since it was an imperial institution, it had to produce some sort of results. Being a research institute, there would need to be research outcomes.

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

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