Picked Up a Beast, Turns Out He's an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 102

Imperial Palace underground prison.

“The shift change is soon—you must leave quickly. If something goes wrong, all our heads will roll.”

“I’ll just deliver the medicine and come right out. Thank you so much, Ruth.”

“No matter how gravely she’s sinned and ended up imprisoned… one must repay kindness to Head Maid Bridgette. That’s what makes one human.”

Ruth, the guard stationed at Cellblock 3—where female prisoners were held—let out a soft sigh.

Head Maid Bridgette had long been a benefactor to the orphanage where Ruth and his younger sister had grown up. She had tirelessly and generously helped countless orphans, including the two siblings, secure proper livelihoods once they reached adulthood.

No one could have imagined that Bridgette, renowned for her integrity and principled nature, would ever be imprisoned for committing a grave crime—let alone for conspiring to slander Lady Arabella, the Empress candidate poised to soon ascend the throne.

It was said she had sought to tarnish the reputation of the presumptive Empress Arabella to aid Lady Grace, the niece of Grand Duke Lecain.

Once universally respected by imperial staff—so much so that even Empress Dowager Natalia dared not treat her lightly—Bridgette’s honor had plummeted into ruin. People gossiped as though they had personally witnessed just how wicked and treacherous she truly was.

But the Bridgette Ruth had known since childhood was never that kind of person.

Strict and exacting, yes—but she loathed deceit and factionalism more than anything. She was never the sort to entrap or slander others; rather, she quietly supported the vulnerable.

Ruth had thought she must have been falsely accused—yet shockingly, the charges were true. Bridgette had confessed to all allegations and entered prison, stripped of her title and honor.

The Emperor’s love for his presumptive Empress was so obvious even market children knew of it. Though Bridgette had escaped execution, she would never again breathe free air.

“I’ve placed a lamp beside the stairs—take it with you.”

“Thank you……”

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