The contents of the Emperor’s decree were as follows:

“[I command that the safety of the saint be protected until the first congratulatory party.]”

The order clearly pointed to Kashar.

Elysia playfully stuck out her pink tongue.

“I asked His Majesty to let me stay here instead of delivering my first blessing to him.”

It was a shy smile, as if asking for praise.

“At first, he hesitated. But when I said I would deliver the second blessing to the Duke, he willingly allowed it. Don’t you think so, Reverend?”

“…That’s correct.”

“Exactly.”

Pervevrop answered, seemingly pushed from behind.

The remaining priests were the same. Judging by their expressions, this seemed to be Elysia’s unilateral decision.

The Emperor’s command could not be refused. At least not as long as one was under his control.

“Why go this far?”

The received decree was crumpled in Kashar’s hands.

As if saying it shouldn’t be done that way, Elysia took it away from Kashar.

“Well, to correct destiny.”

Her slyly smiling gaze was now directed at me.

‘Kashar will fall in love with me.’

Such a statement couldn’t be made without knowing the original work.

The cursed heroine who couldn’t lift the curse. But she knew more than that.

Suddenly, Drakky and Eschtra, who had come hearing the commotion, stopped in the corridor.

Elysia, who had been flicking Drakky up and down, commanded him.

“You’re the castle’s butler, right? Come on, guide us to the best building.”

“Are you referring to a room or a building?”

“Of course, a building. Since I’m going to use the whole thing. I am a saint, after all.”

“…First, please wait. Eschtra, guide the guests to the lobby.”

“Understood. Please come this way.”

Elysia passed by me and Kashar, singing a little tune.

Following the saint, the priests, treating her tail with respect, left the corridor together.

In the end, it became a situation where we had no choice but to embrace the unwelcome guests.

“What should we do?”

Drakky asked about his owner’s intentions.

After pressing his forehead deeply for a while, Kashar gave the order.

“Give her the newly constructed annex. Since she asked for a building, she should be satisfied.”

It was a place that clearly looked new.

“If you ask why only this building is new, tell them I went crazy and rampaged. Also, let them know that I might go crazy again at any moment.”

“Understood.”

“Also, tell her not to come out of the annex.”

This was a warning.

Accept the Emperor’s ordered guest, but it also meant that, like a crumbling building, she could be demolished at any time.
“It’s obvious that he won’t understand with that head of his. I hope at least one of the priests has some sense to enlighten him.”

There was irritation in the sarcastic tone.

Because the Emperor’s command felt like a threat to Kashar, merely holding back his anger was already an impressive feat.

‘Is it okay?’

The congratulatory party for the saint, which would take place in the imperial city, was still a month away.

It was already a headache that Elysia would stay in the ducal residence.

‘No, maybe it’s for the better.’

The true identity of Elysia needed to be confirmed.

‘If powerful saintly power isn’t the medium to lift the curse, how did she do it in the original?’

There were piles of things that needed verification.

And so, cohabitation with the saint began.

Boogrung[Dash]Tadak[Dash]!

The sound of boiling soup and the clattering of knives on the cutting board created a mysterious harmony.

Mikael, standing in the kitchen, thought so.

In front of Mikael was a large wok.

In it, he poured oil, stir-fried green onions, and made green onion oil. Then, he threw well-soaked rice into the beaten egg mixture.

Mikael quickly stirred with chopsticks, smoothly loosening the clumped rice.

After over five minutes of frying, the moist rice grains gradually turned glossy and started to shine.

Now, shaping it in a small bowl and flipping it onto a plate would complete the round-shaped egg-fried rice.

“Wow, you’ve succeeded!”

Babito applauded from the side.

The egg-fried rice that Eilin had taught Babito was now passed down to Mikael.

“It shines with a golden color, and the scent of green onions is rich. A perfect egg-fried rice!”

“…All thanks to your excellent teachings.”

“Oh, come on, have more confidence. What did the prospective madam say? Always stand tall, shoulder back, didn’t she tell you that?”

“Ah, yes. I should do as Sister said.”

At Babito’s mention of Eilin, Mikael straightened his back.

Babito looked at Mikael with a pleased expression. It was a look that said he wished for a son like him.

But Mikael didn’t catch Babito’s inner thoughts.

He was just happy to have completed a dish in front of him.

‘Happy.’

Mikael was experiencing the happiest time since he was born.

For the first time, he had something he enjoyed doing.

Moreover, even if he learned and executed the task, there was no backlash.

‘…I didn’t even hope for praise.’

It was the first time he had received so much praise since he was born.