No, perhaps it wasn’t because of Rascal Lovaniel Parcenn’s blatant disrespect, but because of the following conversation.

“Can I do it three times in return?”

At those words, Delarta’s Prophet smiled bitterly.

Bitter but beautiful. Esellion had never seen a more beautiful being than the prophet. So, he thought that it must be because the god chose him as their representative.

It had to be a presence that humans couldn’t covet.

Esellion’s expression hardened when he heard the conversation, not because of the blatant disrespect from Ricardo, his uncle, but perhaps because of the subsequent dialogue.
The first thing Ricardo did after taking the crown was to sweep away the Temple of the Substitute.

In the meantime, the most noble being in Delarta, the Prophet, disappeared. The representative of the god, who the god had decided not to easily give to any human, was no longer present.

Esellion, above all, could not tolerate that more than his father’s death.

“Three times seem too much, don’t they?”

“Oh, please.”

But the representative of the god became a companion of the demon. The emperor of the empire with demonic blood looked at the representative of the god with a gaze of a man holding a woman, full of desire.

Warmly touching the hand, he stared at the lips with desire in his eyes.

Esellion felt like something very precious to him was being taken away.

“On the contrary, it’s too little.”

“It’s a lot. It’s already late afternoon. To do it three times…”

Rascal stood rigidly with his upper body and glared.

“Are you saying you’ll do it all today?”

Esellion didn’t know what three times meant.

But he felt that he didn’t want to know. Once he knew, it seemed like he couldn’t undo it.

Lyselia asked in a bewildered voice, “Wasn’t it like that?”

“Fine. I like it. ”

…”

Rascal grabbed Lyselia’s hand and pulled her.

“Then, since there’s no time to do all three right now, we should return to the palace immediately.”

If Ellyadun’s emperor were a beast of prey with a wolf’s tail, he would have shaken his tail so vigorously that it wouldn’t be visible by now.

Esellion felt like a tail that didn’t exist on a human body was shaking his vision as if it were being disturbed.

“I need to stay here a little longer.”

Fortunately, really fortunately, Delarta’s Prophet restrained the emperor.

“Why…? …Don’t tell me you don’t want to do it three times?”

This time, there was a delusion that healthy ears were hanging down.

“No. It’s because Duke Pheleon’s condition is critical. We may need to watch over his impending death.”

“I see. Then, I’ll wait.”

“But please don’t. Your Majesty cannot leave the palace empty for so long.”

“It’s fine. Because it’s three times.”

It wouldn’t be alright. No one knew how much time the Duke had left. The emperor couldn’t leave the palace for days without any preparation.

“Let’s do it this way. If Your Majesty doesn’t insist on an unreasonable stubbornness, let’s settle for three times.”

Rascal raised his eyebrows, then nodded.

“If that’s the case, it’s four times.”

“No. Three times.”

“Why?”

“Originally, it was two times.”

Lyselia couldn’t help but know that Rascal was subtly trying to increase the number of times. And she knew that if she was dragged like this, it would endlessly increase to three times.

“You’re too strict.”

“Oh, please. If I were, I wouldn’t have come three times.”

“That’s what being strict means.”
Lyselia looked at the serious face of Rascal and smiled faintly.

Rascal let out a sigh as if he were about to shut down.

“If you laugh like that, I can’t say anything.”

Rascal still didn’t know, but that was the reason why Lyselia backed away from him.

“Instead, it’s three times now. Don’t you mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

Rascal quickly calculated.

He couldn’t interfere with the empress who claimed that she had to watch over her father’s impending death. It was a very frustrating situation, but Lyselia seemed to think that she shouldn’t stay here.

Waiting was not a difficult task. If there was a problem, it was the useless and ugly-looking debt-collecting prince. But that would be resolved once the immature bird was gone. The immature bird would fulfill its role on its own.

Instead, he could receive three kisses.

‘Three times.’

It was indeed three times. And all within one night.

Even just thinking about it, he could feel his heart racing fiercely.

“Well then, I’ll wait.”

As if she had expected it, Lyselia nodded and patted Rascal’s cheek.

“I’ll see you at the palace.”

“As soon as possible.”

“Well… Wouldn’t that be an inappropriate thing to say?”

It was indeed an inappropriate remark, as it was like telling Duke Pheleon to die quickly.

“If it seems to take too long, call me. I’ll come back. Be prepared so that you won’t tell me to clear the palace next time.”

For a moment, the image of the palace filled with the emperor’s attendants and servants flashed through Rascal’s mind as Lyselia shook her head.

“I hope such a thing never happens.”

That remark was also very frustrating for Rascal, but Lyselia’s escort to the main gate made the frustration fade away.

Rascal took the initiative to leave a guard knight who would immediately inform him of the news if the Duke died.

However, the remaining time for the Duke was longer than anyone expected.

And for a reason that no one could have predicted.