In the dark garden, Kelita, who was anxiously pacing back and forth, found Rosie calling her from a distance and quickly approached her.
“What happened?”
Rosie gasped, taking a breath, and swallowed dry saliva.
“The Duke is in the library with her right now.”
“Together?”
“Yes.”
“At this time?”
“Yes.”
A small glass bottle as big as a fingernail appeared from the clenched fist of Kelita, glinting, reflecting the light.
“Rosie.”
“Yes, Princess.”
“Will you set up tea time with that female guest tomorrow morning?”
“Yes, I’ll go and convey the promise.”
As Rosie was about to go out, Kelita, as if she remembered something late, called her.
“Will you prepare tea with a good fragrance? Lately, I prefer tea with a strong scent.”
Feeling a chill in her fingertips as she said something she usually didn’t, Kelita hid her hand in her armpit and smiled.
Rosie ran to the bed to check if the blankets were thick and responded vigorously.
“Don’t worry, Princess.”
[Star Icon]“Your Majesty, the Emperor.”
Gerard stared at the entrance to the Imperial Chamber with a sulky face.
He hated this day that came once a week the most.
He couldn’t understand why the Emperor had to listen to the trivial stories of the common people without any reason.
“Oh, let the next one in.”
Besides, on days like today, it was even more boring to sit with the real Empress instead of Rionne.
“Your Majesty, the Emperor. Aren’t you tired?”
When the graceful Empress tried to wipe Gerard’s sweat with her handkerchief, he sharply brushed her hand away.
“I’m fine.”
The Empress withdrew her apologetic hand.
“Next is Browsa Phanance from Iren.”
Gerard, uninterested in the name of the commoner, listened with his chin propped up, shaking his leg.
The entrance opened, and a bent old man walked in.
In his hand, he held a bundle that looked heavy and burdensome, and Gerard whispered to the knight standing behind him upon seeing it.
“Have you checked what’s in there? Is that okay?”
The knight bent down and replied to Gerard.
“It was all useless things.”
Originally, you could only enter here after all the luggage had been collected, but the old man was so old that he was left to do as he pleased.
In principle, before standing before the Emperor, even a single needle that could be a threat had to be removed, but in recent times, the principles and discipline in Feriat were not very important.
Especially, Gerard was only focused on his interests, so whether someone held a sword or a hammer, he didn’t care if they didn’t use magic.
He was confident that no one could touch him anyway.
The Emperor, more magnificent than the gods.
That’s how Gerard called himself.
Moreover, he was sure there was nothing to worry about, as the grandmother approaching him was so feeble that it would be fortunate if she could even properly hold a spoon.
“Hmm.”
The old woman grinned in delight as soon as she saw Gerard.
Gerard nodded vaguely at her, whose teeth were spaced unevenly.
“Your Majesty the Emperor, I’ve come here with the wish to see you in person before I die.”
“So, how do you feel seeing me like this?”
“You look as great as I imagined, Your Majesty the Emperor, without a single flaw.”
Gerard smirked, laughing.
I never get tired of hearing compliments.
“Yes, I am like that.”
He looked at the old woman with a notsounpleasant face.
“If you’re done talking, you may leave.”
“Yes.”
The old woman laboriously bent her already stooped back even further, then raised her head.
Then, tilting her wrinkled face, she asked,
“By the way, Your Majesty the Emperor, is it true that Bercheria has returned?”
Gerard’s expression hardened instantly.
“What did you just say?”
“Ah, no. I misspoke.”
Gerard jumped up, yelling,
“Can’t you speak properly?”
The old woman blinked her eyes and slowly approached Gerard.
Then, as if telling a great secret, she put her hand to her mouth and whispered,
“Actually, I just came from right next to the North. I travel around Feriat, selling goods to make a living.”
“But.”
“But they say a woman with blonde hair and golden eyes has appeared in the North.”
Gerard snickered, feigning surprise.
“What about it? There are always such people. Not everyone with blonde hair and golden eyes is a goddess.”
Ashen or with poor complexion.
Gerard recalled and then dismissed the useless women he had seen in his treasure vault.
Sitting back down with crossed legs and a slouch, Gerard listened as the old woman spoke,
“Even in the rain?”
“What?”
Gerard’s back straightened.
“Explain in more detail.”
“Ah, well.”
As the old woman looked around at the people nearby and moved closer as if to whisper, one of the guards reached for the handle of his sword.
Gerard stopped him, signaling that it was okay, and leaned closer to the old woman.
A moment later.
After the audience time had ended, Gerard was left alone with his guard.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
Gerard tapped his foot, trembling.
He even chewed his fingernails.
It was as if he had thrown away all the dignity an emperor of a great empire should maintain.
“Where the hell is Leone when I need him!”
Gerard’s shout for the government made the throats of the nearby servants contract.
“Find Leone! What is everyone doing!”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
