“I’m curious about what you noticed.”
“Your Majesty’s actions were extraordinary. If you take apart what Your Majesty has, it might seem so, but when you put it all together, it looks different.”
“There have been almost no Empresses with military power.”
“Yes. Especially with such a large military force. Moreover, not someone bought with money, but someone who has loyalty.”
Shailo lifted his eyebrows and smiled playfully. Facing him, I had a similar expression.
Now, with Shailo by my side, there was one more advantage.
He was a politician to the bone.
Seeing that he read my thoughts about becoming the emperor, it seemed that if the three of us—Fabel, Shailo, and I—put our heads together, better strategies might emerge.
“Even without long explanations, there’s a common understanding because our thoughts are similar. The conversation is enjoyable too.”
While romantic conversations that go around the surface are good, I still prefer this kind of conversation.
I responded without hiding my interest.
“There are those who feel uneasy even by the Emperor’s side. The Foreign Minister is a representative example.”
“If you intend to implement the desired policy, it’s advisable to eliminate perceptive individuals early. There aren’t many who have caught on until now because you’ve been proceeding slowly. However, someone will notice the suspiciousness when you gather and observe.”
“Still, there’s no justification yet.”
Our conversation was less likely to leak out as it was buried in cheers. We were also talking without explicitly mentioning the subject.
As if seeking permission, Shailo reached out to me slightly. As I nodded, he gently held my arm and wrote characters on the exposed skin.
One character, another character. Carefully.
‘The Emperor is watching.’
I, who flinched every time he tickled my arm, even held my breath at that one sentence.
‘Where? Does Enrique exist?’
Just as Merem knocked down the last participant, I, like the others, applauded and figured out where Shailo was pointing.
‘Behind. Up?’
He’s looking down on us!
Fortunately, it was good that it was at the back, so they couldn’t read our lips.
“Arti, I have a dream.”
Merem, who had thrown the rope, turned his body towards me.
But I couldn’t pay attention to Merem.
What he said was too important to just let it pass for Shailo.
“My dream is to raise more magicians like me. Not tricksters… real magicians.”
“……!”
“I want to bring real magic back to the world. Being alone is too lonely.”
For the first time in his blue eyes, there was something to call a wish or hope.
‘He needs a sense of belonging. He must have been desperately lonely.’
That’s why I reached out to magic as soon as I recognized it.
For Shailo, it meant a lot, even to the extent of staking his life.
Now I felt closer to the figure of Shailo.
“But the current Emperor, who comes from a Holy Knight background, probably won’t listen. It would be difficult to limit the search for magicians to the North only, as the number would be too small.”
“That’s right.”
What should I do? Even if I look, there probably won’t be anyone in the world who possesses real magic other than Silver Roses.
Of course, I had no obligation to tell him that.
‘But still, the increase in those with sacred power might mean there are quite a few humans with magic. Through training, we might be able to create a new form of magical structure.’
The reason humans are fascinating is precisely because of that possibility.
“What were you talking about, Leo?”
At that moment, Merem, emitting a warm heat throughout his body, naturally embraced me from behind.
Breathing in the intensified aura due to vigorous exercise, I let out a quiet sigh.
“I didn’t talk about the stars.”
“I’m jealous of that too.”
Merem has never directly expressed jealousy like this before.
It seems that Shailo’s appearance has brought a sense of crisis to him.
“As you can see, let’s save the rest of the conversation for the last day with this kind of relationship.”
“…It would have been better if I had met Arti first.”
Shailo, who was looking intently at me and Merem, muttered wistfully.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
