How to Divorce a Obsessive Emperor Safely (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
The floor was hard, but the thick carpet was soft. Before she knew it, she must have dozed off.
“Oh… I must have fallen asleep. What time is it now?”
Lasilia opened her eyes to the faint morning light, blinking as she searched for a clock. It was just before six.
“Oh, I should head back.”
As Lasilia rustled and sat up, the parrot sleeping on its perch also blinked awake, ruffled and drowsy.
“Ahem. I am Schreiden the First! Good morning!”
“Yes, good morning. Thanks to you, I safely made it through the day. See you again next time.”
“Not at all! Good morning!”
“Goodbye, Your Grace. Take care.”
Lasilia left Schreiden the First’s room, closed the door, and descended the stairs. Fortunately, she didn’t encounter anyone until she reached the bottom of the entire north tower.
But it wasn’t the way to the Empress’s quarters.
“……”
Just as the blue bird had told her, the moment she stepped through the small hidden door behind the painting, she instinctively knew something was wrong.
“Your Imperial Majesty…?”
The room, which had been empty when she arrived, was now packed with guards and courtiers.
“Oh, ah… I got… lost…”
Lasilia’s awkward excuse was drowned out by the guards’ shouts.
“We’ve found Her Imperial Majesty!”
[This is the timeline separator]‘My excuse probably won’t work.’
Lasilia slightly regretted last night’s decision.
‘I must have panicked and made a poor judgment. I was too hasty.’
She had vaguely assumed it wouldn’t be a big issue since the Emperor had been the one to fall asleep first. After all, she had kept her promise and even left a note saying she’d return to the Empress’s quarters.
She hadn’t expected them to stay up all night, turning the entire palace upside down just to find her the moment she woke.
‘Didn’t they say before that whenever the Empress claimed illness as an excuse, His Majesty would simply let it go…? I thought it was just that simple.’
Judging by the number of guards now stationed at the Empress’s quarters, the Empress—who had always avoided contact—must have been truly extraordinary.
‘It seems avoiding him is useless.’
And she realized one thing clearly:
Empress Cartagena must have genuinely despised any contact with the Emperor enough to risk all this danger.
“Your Imperial Majesty, Her Imperial Majesty has arrived.”
Regardless of her increasingly tangled thoughts, she eventually reached the Empress’s bedroom. Guards surrounded her front, back, and sides—three times more than yesterday.
“Let her in.”
Creeeak.
The doors slid open on both sides.
Inside stood the Emperor, still dressed exactly as he had been the previous night—lavishly adorned.
No, lavishly adorned yet not truly so. His hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark circles shadowed them.
Lasilia swallowed hard.
‘…He’s a bit frightening.’
Even normally, the Emperor’s wild appearance unnerved anyone who looked at him for no clear reason.
Now, it went beyond nervousness—it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Two shadow knights behind the Emperor stared at her with expressions that screamed they wanted to tear her apart, but even that paled in comparison to the Emperor himself.
“I got lost. Embarrassingly so.”
Lasilia spoke first, afraid that if she let the atmosphere overwhelm her, she’d lose her courage entirely.
“……”
Thud.
Instead of speaking, the Emperor stepped toward her. She’d never heard footsteps sound so loud before.
“I couldn’t sleep… I wandered around hoping I might remember something, but it didn’t work.”
“……”
Thud.
The distance between them kept shrinking.
She felt like she might be grabbed at any moment. Without realizing it, Lasilia glanced behind her like someone searching for an escape.
“It was my fault… I caused you unnecessary worry. I apologize.”
“……”
Thud.
Finally, his footsteps stopped. The Emperor stood right before her.
“I can’t understand.”
While his bloodshot eyes reflected her image, the Emperor spoke.
“Why did you run away? You were the one who first showed your willingness to share my bed.”
“……Huh?”
At first, she thought she’d misheard.
“Share your bed…? When on earth did I—”
“But you ran. After giving me medicine.”
The Emperor knew the fruit was the issue. Her chest tightened, but Lasilia forced herself to shake her head.
“Your Majesty, I believe you’ve misunderstood. I never intended to share your bed.”
“And now you’re lying too.”
His golden eyes, reddened with exhaustion, let out a sharp, scoffing breath.
“Of all the things you’ve done until now, today’s act is the most disgraceful. Until just a moment ago, I thought today was utterly unforgivable—”
Suddenly, the Emperor pulled her tightly into his arms.
Lasilia flailed in surprise.
“Ugh, Your Majesty.”
“Now that I see your face… …it’s strange. I’m not angry anymore.”
“……”
“It’s strange.”
“……”
Just like the Emperor, who kept saying it was strange, Lasilia felt strange too.
His embrace was so strong it felt like she couldn’t breathe, yet she couldn’t push him away.
‘He looks so desperate.’
She understood. He didn’t have much time left—that’s why he was so desperate.
But it troubled her that she felt pity for an Emperor who might kill her.
‘You know better. You shouldn’t be here. There’s nothing I can do for the Emperor.’
It was time to speak. Delaying wouldn’t help. Besides, Lasilia worried she might develop feelings for the Emperor beyond mere sympathy, just as the prophecy foretold.
“Your Majesty.”
As soon as Lasilia opened her mouth, Reskal took a sharp breath.
“Don’t tell me to let go. I have no intention of doing so right now.”
“It’s not that… I have something to say.”
“Say it like this.”
Feeling both discomfort and guilt, Lasilia spoke.
“I am not your fate.”
[This is the timeline separator]“What?”
“What did you say?”
The shadow knights reacted before Reskal. Shock, despair, anger, and disbelief flashed rapidly across their faces.
But only for a brief moment.
“So you’ve finally decided to be honest.”
Shhrrrk.
Rian had drawn her sword. The other knight beside her wore an expression just as fierce.
‘Being honest was probably too much to ask.’
She’d anticipated this, so she wasn’t overly startled. She did get chills for a moment, but not enough to be truly frightened.
“Put your sword away. What are you even saying?”
Reskal stepped aside and blocked the shadow knights with his back.
Calmly, Lasilia continued speaking to Reskal.
“I am not your consort. Because I’ve lost my memories.”
“……”
Lasilia didn’t know if these words would work. But for now, this was her best option.
“A fated consort is someone bound to you from birth. But to me, who’s lost all memory, Your Majesty is merely a stranger. I know nothing about you and feel nothing at all. Every time you come near me, I grow stiff from awkwardness and fear. How can that possibly be a fated bond?”
Reskal slowly echoed Lasilia’s words.
“…You feel nothing.”
“I didn’t even know what ‘contact’ meant until the maids explained it to me. Someone like me can’t possibly help Your Majesty.”
“So?”
“As I said, I need time. Things will change once I regain my memories.”
“Once you regain your memories, you say.”
Reskal tilted his chin slightly in thought.
The next moment, he took Lasilia’s hand. In one smooth motion, he turned her wrist gently and interlaced his fingers with hers.
Instantly, their hands were clasped tightly together.
“If you want time from me, you’ll have to swear an oath as well.”
Holding hands at such close range was less awkward or difficult than she’d expected—which only made her more flustered.
“What kind of oath?”
“The oath that once you regain your memories, you’ll surely return to me as my fated consort.”
An oath carried weight. To a prophetess, its meaning weighed several times more than to others.
But she could accept it.
She’d never lost her memories, so she could never truly regain them.
It was an oath she could never possibly keep.
“I swear it.”
“Then I shall grant you the time you desire.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Reskal pulled Lasilia’s hand, still entwined with his own.
The next moment, his lips softly pressed against her knuckles. It was more flustering than a kiss on the cheek. A kiss like this—gazing directly into her eyes—undeniably felt unfamiliar.
Without lifting his lips from her hand, Reskal continued.
“During that time, I will do everything in my power to help your memories return.”
“…….”
[This is the timeline separator]“Is this really the end? Does that even make sense, Your Majesty?”
Rian couldn’t accept the situation.
“You were drugged! And you’re saying you won’t punish Her Imperial Majesty at all for fleeing? That’s absolutely unacceptable!”
Serben chimed in as well.
“I agree, Your Majesty. This incident is entirely different from her past misconduct—”
“It’s completely different!”
Rian, unable to contain her anger, tapped the floor sharply with her toes.
Ever since they returned from the Empress’s quarters—or rather, since the moment the Emperor started making oaths and kissing the Empress who deserved punishment—she’d been dying to say this.
But Reskal was different.
As he’d already said, the moment the Empress returned, his anger vanished. Instead of fury, another emotion had taken its place.
He grew anxious.
He never wanted to experience the Empress disappearing again. Rather than waste time being angry, he needed to find a way to keep her securely by his side.
“There’s something you’ve misunderstood. I was the one who ate the sleep-inducing fruit.”
“Wha…? Your Majesty ate it yourself?”
“The Empress never told me to eat it. She said she wanted to eat it herself.”
“Then… did you take it from her because you wanted it?”
“It was an unknown fruit. She might have fallen ill.”
“But that’s…”
Rian’s lips moved soundlessly, unable to continue.
Strangely, Reskal’s words sounded like those of a madly devoted fool who cared so deeply for the Empress he’d rather harm himself than let her suffer.
“So you suffered no ill effects, Your Majesty?”
“I’m not saying I’ve forgotten that the Empress tried to drug me and run away.”
Thud!
Reskal shrugged off the cloak weighing on his shoulders and let it drop to his feet. The fact that he’d only just thought to remove it meant he’d been completely out of his mind all night.
“I’m saying it’s more effective to make her swear an oath than to punish her.”
“How can that be? Her Imperial Majesty will likely feign amnesia as long as she pleases.”
“We just need to find proof she hasn’t lost her memories. Even the tiniest detail will do.”
Reskal swept back his hair.
Strangely, his face seemed to be smiling.
“Then the Empress won’t be able to reject me anymore. Because she’s sworn an oath.”
“……”
“……”
The shadow knights, who had stayed silent for a moment, nodded one after another.
“That might work… But finding proof she hasn’t lost her memories won’t be easy. We can’t possibly watch Her Imperial Majesty twenty-four hours a day.”
Reskal cut Serben off sharply.
“Why not?”
“Huh?”
“I said, why can’t we watch her twenty-four hours a day?”
“Well, someone would have to stay with her constantly—”
Reskal interrupted Serben again, his face now clearly smiling as if this had been his true intention all along.
“I’ll do it.”
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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“Saint Malik’s knights…?”
His full name is Malik Mahmoud😑 How many times do Koreans portray Arab characters as sorcerers and charlatans? 😮💨🤨
“Doesn’t it seem too uncanny to be mere coincidence? What if that crow brought t
This girl deserves applause and the title of investigator. Why did she even become a knight?
“It’s not just about people. You know the saying—‘Birds hear daytime talk.’”
😂😂 she had been traumatized by the birds herself, tho she is right 🤔
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The relationship with Ternaden looks really strange. I mean, the way he behaves around her is so suspicious.
And now I’m even more convinced that Lasilia simply saw Cartagena die because of the ritual, and that’s why she possessed the body and brought back the mark Cartagena used to have, because she is his fated match.
I love Reskal. He’s totally in ‘I saw my chance and I took it’ mode hahahahaha, and since Lasilia is still playing her memory loss card, she can’t question anything he says. I love this man.
Even so, the whole Delarta thing still bothers me. I don’t understand why she’s in such a rush to go there because she’s no longer a prophetess; she’s not Lasilia, she’s Cartagena. Even if she knows the truth, she won’t be able to do anything because she’ll be in the exact same position as she is as Empress—who is going to believe her?
Ugh, I’m still Team Reskal. This man is just everything that is good in this world. He brings her roses, looks for ways to be alone with her, and even moves in just to be with her all the time. And on top of that, he builds her a temple so she can have her prayers to heal… is there anything he can’t do right? hahaha.
The stone seems important; let’s wait and see what comes out of that later.