The fear caused by the intimidation of the Ferseita Emperor that he felt just yesterday is still vivid, and today, too, he is prepared to die.
‘Hey, what’s the use of thinking now?’
He has long since lost all meaning to live.
“This way.”
The servants of Shalea Palace were all very graceful and gentle. This was a little different from the stately and rigid palace servants of the Calleta Empire’s Catart Palace.
They spoke with gestures or body movements rather than words unless it was necessary, and they were gentle all the time.
That didn’t mean they lacked decorum. If one had to express it, they were much more expressive and relaxed than the Catart Palace.
A servant with neatly combed gray hair led Riga to a courtyard lined with green plants. In the center, a small fountain continuously made a sound as water flowed fiercely.
Seeing that he was guided straight in without waiting for permission like yesterday, it meant the Emperor had made a special place for him.
“Ah, you’re here. Sit here.”
“Good day, Your Majesty.”
As soon as he heard the voice, Riga first bowed his head. Before crossing the barrier to Ferseita, the instructor in the Calleta Empire had emphasized for a few hours that ‘never bow your head casually.’
It was nonsense that a great citizen of the Calleta Empire should always hold their head high wherever they go.
‘Let him come here and try it once. He’ll get sliced right then and there with his head held high.’
There’s no point in holding up a head that’s about to be cut off. There’s no reason to live, but he doesn’t want to die!
“Envoy Genus?”
Riga raised his head. Then he saw the Emperor properly.
Dressed in a light white shirt, he had rolled up the sleeves to his forearm and only wore gray pants. With his hair neatly combed over, revealing a neat forehead, he looked very fresh.
“Over here.”
Ah. Riga belatedly realized that the Emperor had been pointing to the seat all along.
“Thank you.”
The loss of magic, and even the deterioration of swordsmanship, had collapsed along with his senses.
The sharp sense gained through real combat, the survival instinct that saved him, all disappeared and left him a very dull person.
So he acted more sensitively, but dead senses don’t come back. If he had originally been a proper knight, he would have naturally sat down where the Emperor pointed as he greeted him, and he wouldn’t have committed the mistake of keeping the Emperor’s hand up.
The emptiness left by the lost ability made her feel miserable little by little.
“How was the envoy’s office after spending the night? I hope it wasn’t uncomfortable.”
The Emperor, who asked the same question as yesterday, smiled as freshly as his attire. Quite dazzlingly handsome, irrespective of her bitter and sinking mood. The face is superb. The body is also superb.
“Thanks to your care, I am staying comfortably.”
“There may continue to be inconveniences, so speak up whenever you need to. The landlord must look after the tenant’s convenience.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
Do not forget the fact that you are three years old.
“Tea, do you like it?”
Looking at Riga who does not take any words literally, he asked.
‘No. I don’t like it because it only tastes like hot water with just a scent.’
Riga answered, looking at the clean white color and smooth curve of the teapot the emperor was holding.
“I eat anything well.”
“It means you don’t like it. Here, it’s better to clearly say you prefer coffee to tea, or perhaps you like tea with fruit or flowers added.”
He looked somewhat tired as he poured tea into a white teacup with a gold border.
“Most people in social circles like to gossip, and one word can turn into ten rumors.”
A rich and deep tea fragrance spread. Today, Emperor Perseta looked very idle. He looked so idle that he had unbuttoned his neatly worn shirt down to the point where his collarbone was fully exposed.
As he bent slightly to pour the tea, his solid chest muscles were fully visible. Riga naturally turned her gaze away from the tightly wrapped shirt fitting over developed muscles.
“People are also very interested in the Calleta project.”
“Yes. Just by looking at the amount of stone that flew in this morning, I can tell. Oh, of course, I’m not protesting against Your Majesty.”
It was right to protest.
“I regret that I took the trouble to choose and install even a single window.”
The emperor spoke casually without regret as he filled his own teacup and put down the teapot.
If Hayden had to find something regrettable, it was only that Riga had suffered such a thing.
His personally chosen window decorations, the selected interior design of the project office, what meaning did each finish have? If Riga was comfortable and happy, that was all that mattered.
Of course, the object he cared for and lavished attention on would not think that way.
She thought the atmosphere was tense. No, Riga was on guard alone, and the emperor did not even blink. As expected, all situations were battles between Calleta and Perseta.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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