Men of the Harem (137 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 253

La Til gathered a full armload of books from the library—texts that recounted ancient tales bordering on legend or myth, which she had previously paid little attention to—and stacked them neatly on her desk, reading through them carefully.

Though their contents seemed exaggerated no matter how many times she read them, she still examined each passage one by one, holding onto the hope that some truth might be hidden within.

Just as her eyes grew blurry and she pressed her fingers to her temples for a moment, a maid entered with freshly brewed tea, set it down, and informed her,

“Your Majesty. Lord Klein will be arriving shortly.”

“Arriving shortly?”

If he was coming, he’d come; if not, he wouldn’t. La Til lowered her hands and inhaled the aroma rising from the freshly brewed tea.

‘Chamomile?’

“I saw Lord Klein stomping this way, taking a different path than usual.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than another maid called from beyond the door,

“Your Majesty, Lord Klein has arrived.”

The maid who had brought the tea gave a knowing little smile—as if to say, ‘See? I was right!’—and turned to leave. La Til then picked up the small bell on her desk and rang it.

Before the clear, delicate chime of “Dallang” had fully faded—and even before the maid had fully exited—the door burst open, and Klein strode in rapidly, immediately speaking up.

“Your Majesty. I tolerated you appointing a casino dealer as Grand Minister. But now you’re bringing in a merman? I simply cannot endure this.”

Sensing the tension, the maid hastened her steps and quickly slipped out. La Til frowned and looked at Klein.

“I’m talking about fish… about fish…”

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