The emperor asked without taking his eyes off me. Talking eye to eye, only two books apart, was surprisingly uncomfortable.
“He has come to visit the sick. It seems he has just heard the news.”
Rasilia replied, getting up.
“If you like that spot, I will move and sit there.”
“No need. You can just sit.”
“I want to move.”
At those words, the emperor frowned, but he did not say no.
“……If you want.”
“Yes.”
Moving seats seemed more comfortable.
Unknowingly, I let out a sigh of relief watching Rasilia, and Rascal smiled at the corner of his lips.
“A visit to the sick, how strange. Even when you were sick before, the viscount never came.”
To be exact, it was not a visit to the sick, but to inquire about the mark. Rasilia subtly changed the subject.
“You, Your Majesty, have also not often come to visit the sick.”
For a moment, golden eyes flashed.
“How do you know that? Has your memory returned?”
……That’s unlikely.
“I heard about the past from the viscount.”
“You had a conversation without me? What did he say?”
“He said that you and I were not close enough to visit each other often.”
To be exact, it was a more horrifying relationship. The empress loved the emperor, and the emperor was indifferent. But the emperor needed the empress, and the empress could not fulfill that need, so she hid herself with lies.
There was no way to improve the relationship unless the mark was complete.
But the emperor, who was staring into my eyes, said this.
“That’s a lie.”
[This is the time separator]A lie.
“The viscount lied. You and I never wished for it. We were very close.”
“…….”
It was a bit, unbelievable.
“It’s hard to believe. If you say you were very close, yet you never even held a night vigil.”
“That would be proof that we were close.”
The emperor, who stared intently, was a person who could lie.
“I don’t quite understand why that would be.”
“Not holding a night vigil was because you wanted it. Although I can’t understand the request, I have faithfully followed it, and I see it as proof that we were very close.”
It didn’t make sense, but it seemed plausible because he said it so confidently, and it was a confusing feeling.
“……It’s different from what Viscount Pielion and the maids say.”
“You’re not saying that they know our relationship better than I do, are you?”
Not only them, but Ryan was there too.
“Does that also apply to your shadow knight?”
“Even my shadow knight.”
“…….”
There must be a reason. There must be a reason for such an obvious lie.
‘Why exactly……. Ah, because of Bluemoon.’
Memory loss might have been an opportunity for the Emperor.
The Emperor, who could no longer postpone contact, was in a position where he had to force contact with the Empress, and the Empress conveniently lost her memory.
If they had originally been close, it would become difficult for the Empress to find a reason to refuse contact in the future.
“Ha… She was a clever person. I can’t say that the past wasn’t like that with my own mouth. She must have calculated that I can only be led around without moving.”
It was the correct answer.
“So don’t say you are too close to me from now on. We always sat in a chair next to each other. This close.”
Sitting tightly together in one chair would be the beginning.
“Then, Your Majesty.”
Fortunately, Rasilia had a plan thought out in advance.
“I want to receive a healing prayer. To regain my memory.”
“A healing prayer?”
“Yes. Count Piellion told me. There are priests in the Delaruta Kingdom who have healing powers.”
Though a combination as illmatched as a prophet and a lie, she could do it now. Since the Emperor came out like that, she had to be able to lie as well.
Count Piellion seemed to be on the side of the Empress, so he would somehow sync up with her later.
“I want to go to Delaruta.”
[This is the time separator]“Sleep. Take it.”
“……?”
Serben extended a large flower vase, and Liyan spoke.
Ternaden looked at the two with a dumbfounded face.
“Take this… What should I do with it?”
“The Emperor himself gave the order. Put it in a vase. Put it in.”
“So you’re telling me to do this… right now… seriously?”
“It’s an imperial command. You’re not thinking of refusing, are you? How daring you are. Right, Serben?”
“That’s right.”
Ternaden flared up in anger.
He had never personally encountered the shadow knights, but he had heard stories. They acted like royalty with the Emperor’s patronage, and those words were apt.
If Cartahena was a shadow knight, it wasn’t grinding teeth for no reason.
“……I’ll remember your names. Let’s see how long you act like this.”
“Well, do as you please.”
Liyan snorted coldly.
“Rather, devote yourself to the imperial command. Know that we can’t interfere at all according to His Majesty’s will.”
The shadow knights who had finished speaking comfortably crossed their legs and sat on the chairs behind them.
So, while Count Piellion was doing the flower arranging that had nothing to do with fate, they meant to watch.
“……You,”
Ternaden swallowed all sorts of curses.
Their faces were clearly distorted with redness, but the shadow knights didn’t blink an eye.
“What is your reason… for doing this to me?”
When his finger was pricked by the rose thorn for the third time, Ternaden, unable to bear it, turned and glared at the shadow knights.
“Ah, no particular reason.”
Liyan faced Ternaden with a hand resting on the back of his neck.
“The Empress has recently had a big accident, shall we say. Yes.”
“What, what? Is that something to say about the Empress right now?”
“So naturally, it flies to the premarriage gossip partner, though of course, the Count is a distant relative and an adopted child, not an absolutely unlovable one, but anyway, the bitter arrow flying is inevitable. Just accept it.”
Ternaden’s complexion changed rapidly.
“That, what… gossip…?”
“That’s also something the Emperor knows. Right, Serben?”
Serben nodded.
“He must know. He must have found out everything before the marriage.”
“Anyway, I hope you would consider what kind of person you are to Her Majesty, who will be uncomfortable as the Blue Moon approaches. Ah, before you sit on the sofa, holding hands, saying that you are treating Her Majesty casually.”
“…….”
Ternaden bit his lips tightly.
“Then finish the flower arrangement. You look talented.”
The moment Liyan leaned back comfortably, thinking that she had told me not to annoy Her Majesty, when my eyes were wide open.
“Liyan.”
The next room, in fact, where Lescar called Liyan, left alone with the Empress.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The two knights moved at an incredible speed and went into the next room.
Before the door closed again, Ternaden heard this:
“How long will it take Delararta to get here?”
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.”
