After the Empress’s pregnancy, the Emperor became even more attentive, behaving as if he were restless for not being able to care for Cloe diligently. Even with Winter Freihard, the empire’s greatest knight, by her side, it seemed that he had to assist her to ease his conscience.

In reality, Cloe could understand up to that point. Pregnancy was indeed the noblest act in the world, but at the same time, it was a challenging endeavor that required taking risks.

‘But still…’

Nevertheless, this was a bit too much.

Cloe gazed silently at the plate in front of her. The plate presented by the chef was adorned with a well-cooked piece of meat. The appearance seemed to showcase the rich flavor of the meat.

“Her Majesty has acquired a cattle farm. The meat is carefully selected from there, so it should taste great!”

Even without Hyde mentioning it, she had heard before that Kun paid attention to each ingredient and invested effort in purchasing from organic farms. She initially thought it was just a joke, but now that it turned out to be true, she felt bewildered.

“A farm… you say?”

“Yes! Oh, the asparagus and tomatoes next to it are also carefully chosen from Her Majesty’s farm. Please enjoy them without any worries.”

The chef, who failed to notice which part surprised Cloe, added a few more words.

Cloe, who didn’t catch where she was astonished, discreetly glanced at the chef. The chef’s attitude, which she thought Cloe would naturally accept, only made her feel uneasy. Although she hadn’t seen or heard it, she could vividly imagine how Kun might have acted at that time.

After explicitly instructing them to contact the farm owner, he would have probably purchased without negotiating the price. And the series of events would naturally repeat.

She subtly glanced at the man. He also seemed to have an indifferent look, not knowing what went wrong.

Maybe he was signaling to eat before the meal.

“I’ll enjoy it.”

Now that the contract couldn’t be annulled, there was no point in resisting. Setting aside the sudden questions and absurdity, she decided to taste the meat that the chef had diligently prepared.

Cloe picked up the knife to cut the meat. And after a while, the knife naturally became the man’s possession. Despite her intention to handle it, Kun forcefully took the knife and skillfully sliced the steak, presenting it elegantly.

Cloe alternated glances between him and the chef, then finally put a piece of steak into her mouth. The meat, melting away as soon as it touched her tongue, was genuinely moving.

“It’s delicious.”

She looked at Kun, who was gazing at her intently, once, and then, while teasingly smiling but still appearing tense, she directed a smile towards the hardworking chef.

“I’m relieved! Acquiring the farm was worth it, Your Majesty!”
Cloe concluded her meal to the cheerful laughter of the chef, treating it like a song. Worried that leaving any food might lead to Kun questioning his skills, she overindulged today.

Whether Kun noticed her awkward walking like a duck or not, thankfully, he suggested a walk first.

Cloe strolled through the flower garden he had presented, congratulating her on the pregnancy. It was a charming flower garden adorned with the best flowers for expectant mothers.

“Is there anything uncomfortable?”

“I’m fine. The weather is lovely today, perfect for a walk.”

While constantly checking her condition, Kun suddenly asked. Even in seemingly ordinary situations without any discomfort, the man was consistently diligent.

Kun’s meticulous care continued during the bath after the walk. The bathtub was decorated with perfumed oils, usually reserved for important occasions.

The maids assisting with the bath generously poured the perfumed oil over her body, providing fragrance and moisture. The smooth skin emitted a pleasant scent, making even sleep enjoyable.

Nergal’s nightgown was also tailored by a designer recognized in the empire. Made from special fabric imported from the Sahir Empire, the nightgown didn’t constrict the body, allowing for comfortable sleep.

Eating, wearing, bathing – everything was good as long as it was expensive.

‘Perhaps he’s even concerned about the air I breathe.’

Cloe muttered to herself. It seemed improbable that he would go to such lengths.

However, surprisingly, Kun spoke.

“How about taking a trip together for a while, Cloe?”

“A trip?”

“I want you to breathe some fresh air.”

“… What?”

He was hoping for that.

After finishing his work, Kun entered the bedroom as usual, carrying flowers and tea that she liked. He also massaged her body gently, as he always did.

However, after the ordinary routine ended, an unconventional suggestion followed.

“Lately, there have been sandstorms in the empire. I’m worried it might not be just a natural disaster but coming from the cursed Sahir Empire.”

Nonchalantly using a natural disaster as an excuse.

“Well, it’s just because of the yellow dust?”

“Only because of the yellow dust.”