“You’re quite different from a recent patient of mine. It puts my mind at ease that you trust me.”
There was no need for much thought to know who that ‘someone’ was.
After all, Melita was the personal physician of the Emperor.
Reneve chuckled softly and asked,
“Do you think His Majesty doesn’t trust you?”
“Don’t even say it! His Majesty treats me like a quack!”
Melita suddenly raised her voice and then quickly switched to a sulking expression.
“His Majesty must have trusted you to appoint you as his personal physician.”
“……”
“Typically, the position of the Emperor’s physician is given to the person with the most experience and exceptional medical skills within the empire.”
If Icar had chosen Melita as the personal physician, there had to be a good reason for it.
Although Reneve had merely stated the obvious, the corners of Melita’s mouth slightly lifted, as if she were pleased.
“You certainly have a keen eye for people, Your Lordship.”
Melita beamed a happy smile.
“My lady, may I interrupt?”
When Kieren walked into the reception room holding a tray, the room instantly filled with the sweet and savory scent, along with the fragrance of flowers.
“Thank you for obliging.”
As Melita offered her thanks, Kieren shyly bowed.
“Don’t mention it. Please take good care of our lady.”
“Don’t worry.”
Melita winked and pointed at the sparkling Gugelhopf.
“My Lord, have you tried this before?”
“Yes, it was really delicious.”
“I also couldn’t forget the taste after trying it once. So, I was hoping His Majesty would summon me again, but…”
“……”
“Ah! Of course, I never wished for His Majesty to fall ill.”
Melita strongly denied it, even waving her hands.
‘Could this be what Melita truly thinks?’
Reneve pondered while sipping his tea.
“……!”
Taking a big bite of the Gugelhopf, an expression of pure joy appeared on Melita’s face.
Not just anyone could taste desserts from the Emperor’s exclusive chef, and Melita seemed like the kind of person who would take advantage of her status as the Emperor’s personal physician.
“You should try some too, My Lord.”
“Yes.”
Before they knew it, the plates were empty.
“Ah, right! There’s a contagious disease going around lately, so please be careful, Your Lordship.”
“A contagious disease?”
“I’m hesitant to say, but…”
Melita cautiously looked around as if afraid someone might hear, and then whispered in Reneve’s ear.
“……”
After hearing everything Melita had to say, Reneve’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“Fine. What are they saying about me outside?”
Eshika asked, lowering the hand she had casually aimed at her neck.
“Huh? Tha, that is….”
The maid nervously licked her lips, her head bowed.
“Go ahead, tell me what you’ve heard.”
Barely holding back a shout, Eshika coerced a smile from the maid.
“The princess might be contagious…”
“What!”
Finally, Eshika interrupted the maid with a loud exclamation.
“I-I apologize, Your Highness.”
The maid trembled and lowered her head deeply.
“A contagious disease? Ha, that’s utterly ridiculous.”
Eshika was infuriated and disgusted.
That day there had been a ball at Duke Zalts’s estate.
Upon her return to the royal palace, Eshika had immediately summoned a doctor, a capable yet tight-lipped individual.
She had generously paid for his service, asking him to keep things confidential.
However, seeing that rumors regarding her symptoms had spread, it was clear he had spoken.
And even exaggerated the matter.
Eshika felt incredibly wronged.
If the rumors were true, and she indeed had a contagious disease, then her closest maids should have caught it by now.
But none of the maids attending to Eshika had shown similar symptoms.
“Spreading baseless rumors.”
Eshika gritted her teeth.
But quelling the rumors was more urgent than dealing with the one who spread them.
To do that, appearing healthy in front of the nobles was the best approach.
Yet, that was precisely the problem.
Eshika clenched her fists, resisting the urge to scratch her skin.
As she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists, the maid cautiously asked,
“Your Highness. Sh-should I bring some ice?”
Eshika glanced at the maid with a less than pleasant look and nodded her head.
“Yes. What are you standing around for?”
Eshika spoke in a chilly voice.
“Yes, Your Highness!”
The maid hastily exited the bedroom.
Left alone, Eshika’s gaze unintentionally met her reflection in the mirror.
“……!”
She saw the face of a woman scowling, as if terribly angry.
Her beautiful face was twisted as if she were the devil herself.
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
