After a moment’s wait, Carlein and Tasir entered the office. It was their first time entering her office, but Carlein showed no hesitation.
On the other hand, Tasir came closer while looking around with each step.
‘Their personalities are evident even here.’
Finally, the two who approached right in front of Latil’s desk stopped and looked at her. They had different behavior on the way here, but both did not seem to guess why they were called here.
There was no need to beat around the bush for this matter. Latil threw the question at them directly.
“Is there anyone who knows about Heukrim?”
Tasir raised his eyebrows. On the contrary, Carlein kept looking at Latil without any change in expression. Latil scrutinized both men’s reactions as she spoke.
“I presume both of you heard about the recent incident. Right?”
Only a few knew about the content of the letter, but the graffiti on the tomb was so blatant that those who should know, already knew. They both readily admitted.
“If it’s about the matter of the Sun Emperor’s tomb, yes. We heard.”
“We heard.”
“Because of that matter. One of you is a famous mercenary and the other a merchant. So I guess, for better or worse, you are involved with such groups.”
Carlein and Tasir glanced at each other. Latil waited for their answers. The first to open his mouth was Carlein.
“I was hired by someone who became a target for assassination in Heukrim.”
‘As I thought, they were involved.’
“So you met them directly?”
“Yes.”
“How was it?”
“……”
Carlein slightly furrowed his brows.
‘Ah, was it a failure? Did they lose to Heukrim?’
Latil was cautious, wondering if she had asked too directly. Surprisingly, the answer was flat.
“I saved half, but I couldn’t save the other half.”
“So you only succeeded in half the task?”
“Yes. It’s hard for me to disclose the specifics of the request.”
Latil was about to ask why. However, Tasir, who had been listening quietly on the side, interrupted first.
“But how are you alive?”
What do you mean? When Latil looked puzzled, Tasir spoke in a whisper.
“Heukrim is famous for avenging one person’s damage by swarming a hundred.”
“Really?”
Latil widened her eyes and looked at Carlein. However, instead of answering, Carlein just furrowed his brows and glanced at Tasir.
“Are you lying?”
Latil asked again. But Carlein did not answer this time either, his face indicating that something was bothering him.
Where was that wolf that had been aiming for the neck and charging headon, his mouth now seemingly sealed shut?
“I’m asking if it’s true. Carlein, can’t you see the Emperor?”
Latil tapped on the desk and waved her hand in front of Carlein’s eyes. How many fingers?
Only then did Carlein turn his head towards Latil, but his expression was still stiff. His answer, with such a serious expression, was rather anticlimactic.
“I don’t know.”
“Ah… You don’t know.”
Latil nodded. Did he hesitate for that answer? But soon, she understood why Carlein had looked at Tasir with such strange eyes.
“Huh? That’s odd. How does Tasir know something that even Carlein, who has fought the Black Forest, doesn’t know?” Latil swiftly glanced at Tasir.
Tasir was still mumbling, his eyes inscrutable.
“Really incredible. Truly amazing. It was you.”
Moreover, there was a very awkward statement in the middle. ‘It was you.’ Latil, trembling, looked at Tasir and asked.
“Tasir. You seem to know a lot about the Black Forest. Do you have any connection with them?”
“Connection.”
Tasir finally shifted his gaze from Carlein and looked at Latil. When their eyes met, his refreshing eyes widened.
With the same smile that startled Latil when she first saw him, the smile of a drug offender, Tasir lightly replied.
“The Black Forest is a service company that I operate, Your Majesty.”
After a moment’s silence. Latil swiftly drew her sword and pointed it at Tasir’s throat. Instead of drawing his own sword, Tasir quickly spoke with his hands raised in surrender.
“Please listen first, Your Majesty.”
“You claim to be a merchant. Since when did assassins become merchants? I knew it the moment I saw your face. You’re a drug dealer, aren’t you?”
“A drug dealer….”
Tasir, seeming unfairly accused, quickly replied.
“It’s a company approved by the previous Emperor.”
“What?”
Latil frowned. The sword edge came closer to his throat, but Tasir still didn’t take a defensive stance and just stared at Latil with his black eyes.
“The Black Forest has been a company approved by the previous Emperor, and even the Emperor before that, and if we go back, it was also approved by the first Emperor.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That I’m not the culprit.”
“I’ve never heard of this.”
“Usually, when the Emperors abdicate or leave a will, they call for the head of the Black Forest to meet with the next successor. It’s also a top secret matter.”
When Tasir said the word ‘top secret’, he sneakily glanced at Carlein. Carlein was still looking at Tasir with an unknowable gaze.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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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.”
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