I'll Be the Queen of the Enemy Country (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“I get it in the afternoon. They have a delivery service. Why? Do you miss me, miss?”
“Is there any way to get it faster?”
“Just go out and buy it. Should I get it for you?”
“Yeah, please get it. I’m counting on you.”
It wasn’t often that Elise asked for something. What would a noble lady possibly need to request from her maid?
So Regina was thrilled. She finally had a chance to help Elise with something on her own.
“I’ll be back like the wind!”
Regina dashed out, leaving a gust in her wake.
Left alone, Elise locked the bathroom door tightly and undressed.
“Oh…”
A groan of dismay escaped through Elise’s clenched teeth as she looked in the mirror.
Just as expected.
Karan, who was usually far more courteous than even a Bedroka, transformed completely in bed.
Elise, seeing the mottled marks, stepped into the bathtub.
Everything had gone smoothly since her return. It felt as if Lady Luck was truly on her side.
“Today, it’ll be confirmed.”
Elise intended to find out who owned the Alicat Times. If it was one of those three, her story would surely appear in today’s issue.
“Who could it be?”
Elise’s anticipation swelled.
[This is the timeline separator]The next afternoon, Elise entered a small teahouse in town.
The dim atmosphere of the teahouse was vastly different from what noble young ladies typically preferred.
Its location was also far from bustling areas, so when Elise suggested coming here, Regina had asked repeatedly.
“You really do have an appointment, right?”
And now, for the thirtieth minute, Elise was waiting for someone. Regina tilted her head and asked.
Yesterday, after reading the Alicat Times Regina had brought, Elise had become certain of the publisher’s identity.
She immediately wrote a letter to the publisher.
If the recipient had received her letter, she would definitely show up at the agreed place today.
“She’ll come, even if just to deny it.”
Elise trusted her intuition.
“Of course, Regina. If you get bored waiting, go explore the town for a bit.”
“No, miss. How could I leave you alone?”
Though it was a safe place, Elise let Regina do as she pleased.
Instead, Elise arranged a separate seat for Regina to rest comfortably.
She also wanted to make the other party feel less guarded.
“Order whatever you’d like to eat.”
“But I should stay by your side…”
“Your presence makes me more uncomfortable.”
Reluctantly, Regina moved to another table.
Elise confirmed Regina had settled at a table with drooping legs and lifted her teacup.
At that moment, a shadow fell over her head.
“Finally, you’re here.”
Judging by the timing, the other person must have arrived but hesitated to approach because of Regina.
It was a good thing she’d seated Regina at a different table.
“Punctuality is surely a great virtue for a journalist, don’t you think?”
“It’s a duty. But confidentiality is even more important.”
Elise’s reflection in the teacup was brimming with a smile.
Clack. Elise set down her teacup.
She stood up and extended her hand.
“Welcome, Miss Debois Haigbris. Would you prefer I call you by your name or as the publisher of the Alicat Times?”
“So you’re certain I’m the publisher of the Alicat Times?”
Debois retorted sharply as she took Elise’s hand.
After a brief handshake, she sat down opposite Elise.
“I didn’t expect you’d come all this way just to dodge the truth. Didn’t you just lecture me about a journalist’s integrity?”
“I came here to correct Elise’s misunderstanding. What you mentioned about journalistic integrity is common knowledge anyone can figure out.”
“Well, if you insist on thinking that way. Since this might take a while, shall we order tea first?”
Elise called over a server. Debois ordered warm peppermint tea.
“Why do you think I’m the publisher of the Alicat Times?”
Debois, unable to wait even for the tea to arrive, asked immediately.
Elise poured milk into her teacup and stirred it slowly. Her calm demeanor made Debois frown.
“Nervous, are you?”
“Me? Why would I be?”
“Exactly. Writing isn’t a crime—so why are you so anxious?”
“Hey, Elise.”
“You’re tapping your foot, and you keep picking at your lip.”
Elise rummaged through her small handbag and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to Debois.
“You’re bleeding.”
Debois glared at Elise but took the handkerchief and pressed it firmly against her lip.
Sure enough, blood stained the fabric.
“Your tea is ready.”
At just the right moment, the server brought their tea.
Elise waited patiently for Debois to calm her nerves with a sip.
“She’s even more sensitive than I expected.”
As Elise had said, writing wasn’t a crime.
But one couldn’t escape moral responsibility.
Especially the Alicat Times, which often covered sensitive gossip.
Thus, it had many enemies.
“Most people would think there’d be no problem if Debois hadn’t written about their lover’s infidelity.”
Occasionally, the Alicat Times also exposed societal wrongdoings, resulting in fines for some nobles.
At least ten people likely considered the Alicat Times publisher a sworn enemy and sought revenge.
“It’s only natural to be cautious. In this world, the guilty ones are always the loudest.”
Elise understood Debois’s position. So she softened her tone slightly to ease the conversation.
“I’ve read every issue from the first to today’s. I also discovered the Alicat Times publisher belongs to several groups—the Madame Etoile flower arrangement club, Smith’s riding club, and so on. You’ve been invited to Prince David’s birthday celebration three years in a row and attended each time. Yet you’ve never been invited to Prince Chase’s.”
“There are plenty of people like that.”
“Exactly three: you, Debois, Patricia, and Jasmine.”
Debois lifted her downcast eyes.
“You don’t mean that tea gathering…”
“Yes, I organized that gathering specifically to find the publisher of the Alicat Times. There, I dropped a story worth writing about. Have you read today’s Alicat Times?”
“I have.”
Elise was slightly impressed by Debois’s naturalness—answering “I have” despite having written it herself.
Today’s Alicat Times featured part of the conversation from Elise’s tea gathering.
Written like a novel under the title “Ladies’ Secret Confessions,” it subtly wove in Elise’s kiss experience.
Though others might not recognize it, Elise instantly knew the protagonist of “Ladies’ Secret Confessions” was herself.
“Now that you’ve read it, you understand why I identified you as the publisher of the Alicat Times.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Was she pretending not to know, or did she genuinely not understand?
If the former, Elise would applaud her acting; if the latter, she’d be disappointed by her foolishness.
Elise exhaled. If Debois kept denying it, she’d make it impossible for her to do so.
“Patricia wouldn’t write anything kind about me. You saw at that gathering that she doesn’t like me. And Jasmine wasn’t interested in what I said—specifically about ‘kissing.’ She showed interest at first, but later asked what clothes I was wearing when I kissed someone. If Jasmine were the publisher, she’d have filled a whole page describing what we wore and what accessories we had on that day.”
Debois chewed her lower lip.
“Shall I drive the final nail? Handwriting.”
“Handwriting would definitely differ, wouldn’t it?”
Hearing Debois’s question, Elise smiled knowingly.
That question alone was practically an admission that Debois was the publisher of the Alicat Times.
Realizing her slip, Debois sighed.
“Fine, I am the publisher of the Alicat Times. So what? Do you want me to confess and apologize before all the nobles?”
“Of course not.”
“Or are you threatening me to stop publishing the Alicat Times?”
“Why would I do that?”
“It’s just that the next article…”
Debois started to speak but clamped her mouth shut.
Before coming here, she’d received an anonymous tip—and Elise was its subject.
The content was so shocking that Debois, despite recognizing it as a scoop, was torn about whether to publish it.
Not out of concern for Elise, but fear of the backlash if it turned out false.
Especially since royalty was involved, she had to be extra cautious.
“Write whatever you want about me.”
Without even knowing the content.
Debois’s lips trembled. Just in case, she decided to hide the fact she’d received the tip.
“You didn’t uncover this just for fun. What do you want?”
For three years, she’d single-handedly published a gossip paper.
During that time, Debois had endured hardships unimaginable for an ordinary noble lady.
There was no need to shrink back just because she’d been found out. She lifted her chin defiantly.
“I don’t want anything. I’m here to give you information.”
Debois narrowed her eyes.
As a gossip publisher, she’d learned many things, but one truth she held close to her heart:
Nothing in this world is free.
Neither the informant, the printing shop that produced the paper, nor the children who delivered it worked for free.
This wasn’t a world driven by simple goodwill, pride, or social justice.
To avoid trouble later, one must give what’s due and take what’s owed.
“Trust me.”
So she did know about the tip.
Debois relaxed.
“Hah, you’re going around in circles just to ask me not to write the article. Let me ask you one thing—is it a lie that you’re involved with Prince Titris?”
“It’s true. Please write that article.”
“…!”
Cracks appeared on Debois’s composure.
Finding Debois’s shocked expression amusing, Elise grinned.
“If you absolutely must receive a request from me to feel satisfied, then write that article as explicitly and provocatively as possible. Consider that my request.”
Now Debois’s mouth hung wide open.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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she is owning up to her scandal so that she cal leave faster
You need to break that cowardly rat’s fingers………..
karan is angry for her,beaing beaten by your own father
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‘Truthfully, I could have bought my own clothes. Chase’s business ventures under
You should tank all those business before leaving the kingdom
“Lord Dex, are you ashamed of this place? The very land where you were born and
Homeland is not necessarily the place you were born in, but the place you felt you were a part of and that cared about you. And Tetters will be the same for Elise.
He looked both like an owl awaiting praise and a male peacock trying to impress
I liked the analogy. Whether an owl or a peacock, Cram appears to be a bird.
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debban23
elise wants to be the headline of gossip haha,debois was shocked
VKotaku28
The coffee shop is the ideal place to collect information