“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, hair, hair, hair!”

As Tasir flailed his hands in the air and shouted, Latrasil quickly let go of his hair and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I was startled.”

Tasir grumbled, pressing on his tingling scalp as if he was overwhelmed.

“I thought you were fascinated by my eyes, staring so intently into them. Why did you suddenly become startled?”

Well, because a naked chancellor popped out from your head, suddenly showing off his muscles. Latrasil couldn’t explain this and only twitched her lips.

But she couldn’t help asking because she was too curious to just let it pass.

“Can I ask one thing?”

“Of course.”

“What were you thinking just now?”

Tasir, still rubbing his head, leaned in and answered calmly with a broad smile.

“I was praying.”

‘Lie.’

“What prayer?”

“Praying for a safe journey.”

‘You’re lying.’

Despite grumbling inwardly, Latrasil inserted her hand among the scalp Tasir was rubbing and pressed firmly.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Instead of replying, Tasir showed her the palm that had been clutching his head.

“!”

Latrasil, startled when she saw his hair fall lightly, hastily rubbed Tasir’s head and blew onto it.

“What if it falls out? What if you go bald because of this, huh?”

“That’s why. Please blow it gently.”

“Ho… ho…”

After blowing onto Tasir’s hair repeatedly, she noticed that Tasir was chuckling and shrugging his shoulders. She frowned and pushed him slightly, stepping back.

“You were surprised, weren’t you!”

Tasir hugged Latrasil with a satisfied smile.

“Why would you yank someone’s hair like that?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Even though Latrasil admitted her mistake, she grumbled inwardly.

‘Why would you imagine something so embarrassing in your head. I was startled, you know.’

As Tasir looked down at her with a smile, he took out his pocket watch to check the time and sighed, “Oh dear.”

“I should go now, Your Majesty. Otherwise, Carlein will have his eyes on me again.”

“Are you afraid of Carlein?”

“That man is only obedient to Your Majesty, he’s merciless to others.”

He seems to get along well with the other consorts, though. Latrasil expressed her puzzlement while gently patting his back, telling him to hurry up.

However, as soon as Tasir was about to leave, Latrasil threw another question at him.

“If you could read someone’s mind, whose would you want to read?”

On the horseback, Tasir, holding the reins, looked at Latrasil as if she was strange. His eyes asked why she would ask such a question.

‘Indeed. I don’t know why I asked such a question either.’

While Latrasil was briefly blaming herself, Tasir immediately answered.

“Obviously our gentle Guesta.”

“Gentle? Guesta?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Doesn’t he seem too plain?”

Latrasil remembered the always quiet and timid Guesta. He seemed to always be trembling even with his true feelings…

Yet at Latrasil’s words, Tasir chuckled softly with a strange expression.

“That could be possible.”

‘Is that a no?’

Latrasil was suspicious at his vague words. Did Guesta behave differently when he was with her and the other consorts?

But there were never such stories when she received reports about incidents in the harem. As Latrasil tilted her head, Tasir shrugged his shoulders, smiling as he stroked the horse’s mane.

“But wouldn’t that be nice in its own way? It’s nice to have someone kind, both inside and out, by your side.”

“That’s true.”

[This is the time separator]

After sending Tasir off, Latrasil changed her mind about returning to her office and walked to Guesta’s room. After hearing Tasir’s words, she was curious about Guesta’s inner thoughts.

Although he was always quiet and could barely speak, reading only books due to his timid nature, didn’t he follow the fake emperor well during the fake emperor incident?

In addition, she also wanted to hear the inner thoughts about the injured bird incident.

‘I’ve heard the explanation already, but just in case.’

But could I hear the true feelings from others as clearly as I did from Tasir? What if I can’t hear their inner thoughts when I go to them?

Latil’s question was answered when she encountered a passing knight. The knight politely greeted Latil, and the internal monologue that did not match his outward expression was immediately apparent.

[Her Majesty looks weak on the face. I wish I could hear that I’m handsome, too. If I happen to be to your liking…….]

The knight had that thought, but Latil felt embarrassed and blushed. Seeing this, the knight cheered inwardly again.

[She blushed looking at me!]

Despite this, the knight maintained his composed expression, and Latil felt awkward looking at his face.

‘This is… rather embarrassing. It feels like I’m hearing something I shouldn’t.’

Eventually, as Latil abruptly turned and walked away, she could hear the knight thinking from behind about how he should not wear his hat next time, so his face would be more visible.

Latil, hiding her face with one hand, rushed into the harem to find Guesta.

“Your Majesty!”

[Finally, Her Majesty has arrived!]