Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 49

Gleia Palace was one of the most beautiful palaces in the Shalea Imperial Palace.

It had been six days since a guest had taken residence here—a place formerly used as a detached palace for distinguished visitors or collateral imperial relatives. And now, not only the guest but also an exceptionally elegant peacock had appeared here.

His sleek black hair, though swept back, naturally cascaded down from the edge of his straight forehead, swaying gently. A flawlessly knotted tie, crisp shirt and waistcoat, and trousers that fell effortlessly yet were firm and thick—these subtly wrapped his wild physique in the refined packaging of civilization and manners.

A light coat brushed against his long legs, fluttering with each step. The figure, whose strong, long hands—emphasized by tendons and bones—were encased in jet-black leather gloves, walked steadily forward.

“Your Imperial Majesty.”

The head maid of Gleia Palace had long since abandoned overly formal courtesies. Over the past few days, the Emperor had clearly demonstrated through his actions that he had no intention of wasting time receiving lengthy greetings from her.

Indeed. The Perseita Empire was unmistakably in mourning, and this was the sixth day of the ten-day period of grief preceding the funeral.

The Shalea Imperial Palace remained deathly silent throughout the mourning period.

No one dared raise their voice in the palace where lost imperial family members had returned, and all schedules had been canceled. Meanwhile, the Emperor, who alone held firm control, kept visiting Gleia Palace repeatedly, acting as the palace’s one and only peacock.

“The garden again?”

Without preamble, the Emperor asked directly about the location. The guest staying at Gleia Palace often limped out to the garden to swing her sword.

“She already went out earlier today and came back inside.”

“Oh.”

The Emperor nodded and naturally stepped inside.

From head to toe, he radiated innate nobility and dignity, yet to the head maid—who oversaw all matters at Gleia Palace—he was merely a peacock utterly preoccupied with courtship.

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