Even after she arrived, unlike usual, she could hear the inner thoughts very clearly.

Seeing Latil, a servant named Tree, who was carrying an unfamiliar bread, cried out as if about to cry.

“Where is Guesta?”

As Latil asked for Guesta’s location, Tree cheered almost like a shriek inside.

It was so noisy that she slightly furrowed her brows, and then Latil suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

‘They must have waited for me a lot. It’s probably not just Guesta.’

When Latil created the harem, her anger towards Hyacinth and pride against the consorts were strong.

Since the concubines who applied for the harem also come after doing their calculations, Latil thought that she and them were nothing more than trading partners.

But seeing Tree, who was hopping with joy, she was certain that she held the handle in their relationships.

‘I must be good to them equally.’

Then, the door swung open, and Guesta, who moved very timidly, contrary to the strong opening of the door, came out.

Guesta looked into Latil’s eyes and examined her. His eyes looked somewhat sad, so Latil, pretending not to know about the last incident, smiled and hugged Guesta from behind.

“I suddenly wanted to see you. Let’s go inside. Have you eaten?”

Following Latil’s order that there was not much time, simple foods were prepared quickly.

Some bread that was already made was warmed up, and with that, a few types of jams, salad, and soup were all there was.

Latil sniffed the subtle fragrance of lovage coming from the soup and watched Guesta.

Guesta, who could not talk properly while preparing the food and just lowered his head, was stirring his spoon like a person secretly trying to steal a piece of gold when the servants left, all the while keeping an eye on Latil.

However, there was no significant inner voice, so Latil tilted her head.

‘Did the effect wear off already? ……Well, it was originally like this.’

Then why was it that she could hear everyone’s inner thoughts earlier? Latil was puzzled, but stirred the soup with her spoon.

Guesta was still watching Latil.

‘It’s a pity. I thought I would be able to hear Guesta’s inner thoughts as well.’

Even though she didn’t come specifically to hear that, Latil felt strangely regretful, put down her spoon, and was about to hold the fork.

But, as she got her spoon and fork mixed up, the fork slid down the table and arrived in front of Guesta.

Latil smiled awkwardly and reached out her hand.

Guesta handed over Latil’s fork as if it were nothing. Then, at the moment when their fingers lightly brushed against each other.

Startled by the deep and sultry voice, Latil hastily snatched the fork away.

“Your Majesty?”

Latil opened her eyes wide, blinked at Guesta.

What just happened? Something… a much lower voice than usual seemed to have passed. Was it an illusion? Did someone passing by see something as small as a sparrow’s foot and think of that?

Making such absurd thoughts, Latil said, “No, it’s nothing,” to divert the topic.

However, Guesta’s thoughts were too profound to be considered casual. Guesta, who was in front of her, was fluffy and cute like a white rabbit.

“Why are you looking like that, Your Majesty? You look pale.”

“Ah, well……”

Again, that voice. Moreover, it wasn’t just his pupils, but his whole eyes. Latil made a ‘gasp’ sound and fell back with her chair. Even as her body wobbled, only one thought came to mind.

What? Why is there a foxlike old man in my sweet rabbit?

“Your Majesty!”

Startled, Guesta stood up quickly and rushed over.

Latil blinked her eyes blankly, staring at the ceiling.

Of course, the low voice she heard in her heart was quite nice to listen to. It also felt a little sexy somewhere.

The problem was Guesta. Guesta had such an innocent and pure appearance that if he harbored ill will in front of him, he would feel guilty. Such a deep voice from such a face…

“Guesta?”

“Yes, Your Majesty……”

‘Ah. When I listen carefully, it seems that he always has that voice. I didn’t notice because I heard it in such a sneaky voice. Guesta, your voice is very low.’

Holding Guesta’s hand and standing up from the chair, Latil stared at Guesta with a new feeling about his voice that she had unexpectedly learned about.

Guesta lowered his head as if it was too hard to bear even with just that gaze.

At that moment. The image Guesta was thinking of unfolded in front of Latil’s eyes as well.

It was a beautified image of Latil. The ambiguous state of whether she had fallen back in her chair just now or was sitting.

Flowers were in full bloom where there should have been a carpet, and bright lights were flying around Latil.

‘What’s with those sparkles and flowers? When was there such a thing?’

In that, Latil was smiling like a star, and it was indeed beautiful even to Latil’s eyes.

‘Could it be. Is that how I look in his eyes?’

A moment of absurdity. The Latil in the fantasy stretched out one hand like an angel and slowly opened her mouth.

I’m sorry, Latil.

“Ugh!”

Latil got goosebumps and waved her hands in the air.

“Stop!”

“Your Majesty?”

“Don’t do that, don’t do that, don’t do that!”

As Latil flailed her hands in surprise, Guesta stared at Latil with wide eyes, then laughed as if a flower had bloomed.

At that moment. Another image was passed from Guesta’s mind. It was the image of a young Latil.

Latil, standing on a small, twostep stair.

Below the stairs, Tlala is lying down crying. Young Latil stared at him blankly and apologized with a smile.

“I’m sorry, Latil.”

‘Huh?’

Latil frowned at the memory that seemed to come back but not quite.

The short pronunciation at that time was probably intentional. Even when she was young, Latil used perfect pronunciation, but after fighting with Tlala, she deliberately made a short tongue sound to appeal that she was a baby and didn’t know anything.

‘Ah. He saw me at that time, so Guesta brought up that scene earlier. Surprisingly, he combined the memory of when I was young and my current appearance?’

Then even if you think about it inside, it may not be entirely true. Combining the present and the past. At her first realization, Latil shook her head and then noticed something strange.

‘Huh? But was Guesta there at that time?’