If her death was due to King Ricardo’s rebellion, then there might still be a chance to prevent it now that she was alive again.
“I wish to focus on recovering my memories alone. Please leave now.”
Everyone brightened at Rasilia’s words, but as their eyes met, they hurriedly bowed their heads, taking a servile posture.
“The Empress seems to have quite the difficult disposition.”
They all swiftly bowed and filed out. The soundless footsteps were impressively quick.
[This is the time separator]“What? Amnesia?”
Thud! …Rumble.
Separate from what was conveyed to the court physician, the palace was abuzz with rumors.
Furthermore, there were two shadow knights keenly observing the Empress’s every move for the Emperor.
One of them, Liyan, dropped the apple he was eating as soon as he heard the word “amnesia.”
Liyan, who was considered to be one of the first among humans likely to reach the realm of a Sword Master, rarely made such mistakes. This spoke to his disbelief.
“Yeah. Amnesia.”
The one who brought the fresh news from the Empress’s palace, like hot bread, was another shadow knight named Serben.
Serben kicked the apple up with his toe and caught it in his left hand, passing it to Liyan.
When Liyan frowned, Serben wiped the apple on his shirt and handed it back.
Crunch!
Liyan took a big bite, looking at Serben.
“Is amnesia such a common ailment? Like the heart disease, insomnia, suicidal urges, or paralysis that Her Majesty often suffers from?”
“Of course not. But look at the timing. The Blue Moon is about to rise. Anything is possible then.”
“Ah, yes. The Blue Moon.”
The expressions on the two knights’ faces were similar.
Their lips twisted sourly, almost bitterly.
“When the Blue Moon rises, His Majesty will indeed be truly ill, and Her Majesty does not want to take responsibility for that, so she feigns illness in advance… Yes, that pattern. We’ve seen it boringly for four years now. But why amnesia this time?”
Crunch!
Liyan took another bite of the apple, leaving only the core, and Serben looked at it with admiration.
“Does our wicked and crafty Empress not know that she can still ‘touch’ even if she loses her memory?”
Serben chuckled and lightly pressed Liyan’s wrinkled nose with his fingertip.
“Our wicked and conscienceless Empress surely would not have failed to make such a calculation. There must be some other scheme.”
“What do you think that could be?”
“I don’t know. I heard she told the courtiers not to inform Her Majesty.”
“I don’t understand that even more. She faked illness to avoid contact with Bluemoon. But why keep it a secret? It’s a time to talk about it far and wide.”
“Maybe she’s preparing for some dramatic revelation? She likes that sort of thing. Being the center of attention.”
“She likes it too much, to the point of absurdity.”
“Exactly.”
The twin knights, born together, always got along well, but they especially had no disagreements regarding Empress Cartagena.
They had long concluded that Empress Cartagena was a capricious liar, without conscience, and a swindler.
The evidence was her lying in bed with various excuses whenever Bluemoon came.
Crunch!
Chewing noisily on the seeds as if ripping an enemy, not an apple, Ryan muttered.
“So, Bluemoon is soon… How about Her Majesty? Any signs yet?”
“Wouldn’t it be more accurate to ask directly?”
“Who doesn’t know that. Her Majesty is a person without pretense. She’s someone who says she’s fine, even if she’s suffering as if she’s about to die.”
Regrettably, that statement also needed no disagreement.
Emperor Lescar of the Eliarden Empire was different from ordinary humans in many ways.
His appearance, starting with dazzling golden eyes, was different. Beautiful to the point of fearfulness, but also alien.
Even when not sitting on the throne, he gave an impression of being apart due to his otherness.
His sight was twice as bright as a human’s, and the same went for his lifespan. His skin was abnormally resilient, and he knew neither fatigue nor illness.
He was several times stronger and more robust than humans. He did not know the despair resulting from the limitations of the flesh, nor the human emotions stemming from despair.
It was because of the demon blood mixed in Eliarden’s royal family.
As time went on, the demon blood diluted, and some emperors barely exhibited demonic traits, but Lescar was exceptional. He was born with distinctly unhideable demonic features.
However, even in that monstrous body, there was pain.
It was the pain stemming from a human body unable to contain the immense power from the demon blood.
When Bluemoon, the moon of the demon realm, rose, the demon blood would cruelly rage, as if mocking humanity.
Skin would split, and hard scales would burst out, horns would grow through the forehead, and wing bones would even rip through the back.
When the moon set, the physical changes disappeared, but that did not mean the pain did too.
Ryan, who had been chewing his lips for a while, suddenly jumped up from the floor.
“I must check for myself. I’ll go see what our wicked and malicious Empress is up to and come back.”
Serven crossed his arms and shook his head.
“It won’t change anything, you know. Considering the memory loss and all, the Empress will probably stay locked in her chamber again. You know we can’t do anything about it then.”
“It won’t change anything, but it’s driving me crazy!”
At the very moment when Ryan raised his voice in frustration,
Thud!
Unexpectedly, the inner door of the office opened.
“Your Majesty?”
The one who opened the door was Lescar.
He walked in, gripping his wrist. Lescar rarely showed emotion, but now he looked clearly upset to the two knights. It was a very strange occurrence.
“I need to go to the Empress.”
“What?”
And this statement was also strange.
As far as the two knights knew, this was the first time Lescar had sought the Empress on his own. If they disliked Empress Cartagena, Lescar was beyond that, devoid of any emotion.
Rascal might have considered the fountains in the imperial garden to be more useful than the empress.
Either way, he was looking for the empress. It was not an ordinary matter.
Rascal extended his clenched wrist towards Riyan.
“The symptoms are appearing.”
“Your Majesty…!”
Inside Rascal’s wrist, the skin was cracking, and transparent scales resembling stones were sprouting.
“Damn it!”
Riyan squeezed his eyes shut.
There lay the reason why no one could lay a hand on the wicked, sinister, and malicious lying empress.
Regrettably, the empress was the only being who could control the demonic blood.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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