Why would the deceased ambassador be holding a bell button from my harem?
‘No, I can’t be sure it’s Klein’s.’
Nobles followed trends, and clothes were made according to those trends, so it wasn’t it harder to wear a unique outfit in this world?
Sonnaught observed Latil and asked in a small voice,
“Have you seen it before?”
Latil agreed in a voice low enough that others couldn’t hear.
“Yes.”
The bell button was still notably soft in her hand. Latil, frowning, unconsciously took a look at the nobles.
The nobles, donned in cloaks, retreated awkwardly when Latil stared at them so persistently.
“Your Highness? Are you looking for someone?”
“No.”
She was. She was looking for Klein. If she could see Klein, she could determine whether this bell button was Klein’s or not.
Instead of worrying ‘Isn’t this Klein’s?’, it was much better to look and be reassured.
But Klein, who had been nowhere to be found earlier, wouldn’t suddenly appear here…
“He’s here.”
As Latil murmured, Sonnaught looked at her curiously, but Latil was too busy inspecting Klein’s outer garment.
She had definitely received the cloak from Vanil, handed it over, and Klein had worn the cloak and fastened the string in front of Latil. But now, Klein wasn’t wearing the cloak at all.
Latil stared at Klein without realizing it. Usually, Klein would confidently respond to that gaze, but today he avoided it.
‘Is Klein really the culprit? No, that’s strange. Why would he kill his own country’s ambassador at a banquet? Klein wouldn’t want a war between Tarium and Karisen.’
Klein turned pale, but Latil didn’t suspect him rashly. The Klein she had seen so far was worthy of trust…
‘On second thought, he did make a lot of mistakes when he was upset. I should call him over and ask him what’s going on.’
“Sir Sonnaught.”
“Yes.”
“Contact the police department.”
When Latil used the knights’ way of speaking as a joke, it meant she was ordering as an emperor.
“Yes.”
Sonnaught also responded more stiffly than usual. Latil then turned her head and called Klein in her usual tone.
“Klein.”
Although she didn’t show any signs of anger, Klein flinched reflexively.
“Yes.”
His voice was even more dispirited than usual, which made Latil click her tongue inwardly.
‘Act as you normally would. Even people without suspicion would become suspicious.’
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you. Weren’t you supposed to stay by my side today?”
Anyway, Latil had no intention of questioning Klein immediately, so she pretended to be angry, as if she were the emperor who had been eagerly looking for her pet.
“Come here.”
As Latil walked inwards, the nobles moved slightly to make way for her.
“Your Highness, were you looking for me?”
As Latil grabbed Klein’s arm and pulled him inside, Klein, who had been trembling earlier, quickly regained his complexion and followed.
Seeing this, Latil was convinced once again. She wasn’t sure how things got tangled up, but she didn’t think Klein would have killed his own country’s ambassador with foul play.
“I’m talking about that ambassador.”
Klein, who had been smiling, suddenly looked grim as Latil mentioned the deceased ambassador.
‘Control your expressions.’
Anyway, soothing him here would only draw more attention, so Latil entered a room where the nobles could rest their legs when they got tired from dancing.
“Ah, excuse me.”
But as soon as she opened the curtain, she saw two nobles kissing passionately inside.
“Your Highness!”
“Your Highness!”
Without a word, she closed the curtain and went to the next room, which was thankfully empty.
“Sit down.”
Latil sat down on a purple velvet sofa and patted the seat next to her. Klein sat down next to her, but he still looked upset.
“That ambassador, he’s from your country, isn’t he?”
Latil knew that Klein would spill his thoughts at the slightest provocation, so she deliberately used a somewhat provocative phrase.
“It seemed like a suicide, but it could have been a murder. But Klein, I found something strange.”
Then she opened her palm to show him the bell button she had picked up earlier.
“Isn’t this the one that was on your cloak?”
As soon as she showed the button, Klein sprung up, but Latil grabbed his hand and sat him down again.
“Sit down.”
Klein didn’t shake her hand off, but he didn’t sit down either, he just looked down at Latil. His pupils were shaking violently, and he was nervously biting his lip.
[Do you suspect me? I didn’t do it! She suddenly appeared and just died!]As Klein’s glasslike heart transparently showed its interior again today, Latil thought, ‘Then so be it’ and finally managed to comfort Klein.
“Klein. Trust me.”
Expecting further questioning, Klein’s eyes widened when Latil spoke warmly.
“You trust me?”
“I called you here to ask because I trust you. You’re not one to slash someone at a party, but I find it strange that the contractor was holding your bell button when he died.”
Only then did Klein hesitantly press his buttocks against Latil’s side again.
“What happened?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
