“I am here, but I am also over there. A person who looks strikingly similar to me, from the voice, face, posture, to the way of speaking.

That person had just come out of the bedroom, and all the escorts and maids were by his side. On top of that, he is neatly dressed in the Emperor’s uniform, while I am simply wearing a cloak that nobles wear when they go outside.

Latil found it hard to understand what was going on. But one thing was certain…

“Who are you? Why are you coming out from there?”

Someone was impersonating Latil. Even with an identical face.

As Latil muttered coldly in a low voice, the other hesitated slightly.

However, only Latil, who was facing him, noticed that. The maids and escorts around him were even more wary and surrounded the fake Latil as if protecting him.

“Cueris. Erendel. Luida. Clau, Julli.”

Latil became even more annoyed and ignored the maids’ and knights’ positions, just dryly listing their names.

A few of them flinched at his angry voice, but soon they looked even more stern and glared at Latil.

“You guys are really crazy.”

Latil asked, cold enough to drop the temperature.

“Where did Sonnaught go? What about Lean? Call both of them.”

The fake Latil, hiding behind the maids and escorts, responded to Latil’s order with an order.

“What are you doing? Catch that man quickly and put him in jail!”

As the order came down, two knights drew their swords. As the swords came out of the sheaths with a ‘swooosh’ sound, the maids pushed the fake Latil back and shielded him.

“Please go inside while the knights catch him, Your Majesty.”

“We are worried that you might be cursed. Please get away quickly.”

Latil was so dumbfounded that her head was spinning. Had the world gone crazy while she was gone to get the mask in the cave?

Otherwise, does this make any sense? It would be more believable if Lean had rebelled in the meantime, or if Tlara, who came back to life, had overthrown the palace in a short time.

No, it made more sense if the concubines of Anakcha escaped the tower, gathered Tlara’s forces, and rebelled in a few days.

But a person who looks exactly like her is acting like her and ordering her subordinates to capture her. This is just…

‘No, this is not the time.’

No matter how ridiculous the situation, she could not just stand idly by. One thing for sure is that the situation is urgent now.

Those knights weren’t confused between the fake and her, they believed the fake to be real and her to be fake. She had to respond before they attacked.

As soon as Latil decided, she pulled out her sword from the sheath.

“Capture her!”

At the same time as the fake Latil shouted, two knights charged at Latil, and Latil quickly dodged to the side and cut off both of their ankles.

Even though she was very angry now, the imperial knights were the ones who escorted Latil, and they were people she saw frequently.

She felt frustrated seeing them attacking her believing the fake to be real, but they didn’t do it on purpose, so she decided to give them a break for now.

Unaware of this, the knights tried to attack Latil even with their ankles cut off, but Latil immediately dove into their bodies and hit their chins with her head.

After knocking out the one next to her with a kick, the fake was already hiding inside the room with the maids.

“Come out!”

As Latil roared and kicked the door, screams of terror echoed from inside.

With a sigh, Latil kicked the door again. The door opened and the fake really came out.

“You can’t, Your Majesty!”

“It’s dangerous!”

“You have to wait until Sir Sonnaught arrives!”

Despite the maids’ shouts, the fake Latil charged in, holding Latil’s cherished sword.

“!”

This is crazy. Latil cursed in her mind and hit the opponent’s chin with her knee.

With a thud, the opponent staggered and the maids’ screams intensified. But the fake didn’t care and bounced off the wall with one foot, swinging the sword at Latil.

She had no idea where this fake came from, but he seemed to be as good at wielding a sword as Latil. But not long after, more people began to gather.

“This won’t do. If it continues like this, I’ll really be considered an intruder.”

Latrasil Valertain Tarium, threateningly swung her sword at the fake’s neck to keep distance, then turned and went down the stairs.

While the people climbing the stairs were momentarily confused, Latil quickly slid down the banister, warning her subordinates.

“Once we figure out what’s going on, everything won’t go as it is, so be prepared.”

Quickly hiding, Latil put on the mask she had stowed away, and then hid her cloak under a rock.

After escaping the palace, Latil returned to the capital and rented a room at the inn where she and her imperial knight had stopped.

The imperial knight who had traveled with her had been with her the whole time, so he would realize that something was going wrong. Surely he would come here, the last place they had visited together, to find Latil.

While waiting for the knight to come, Latil removed her mask and sat on the window sill to think. What the hell was going on?