It was understandable that Jared, the successor to the Grand Duke, was angry, but it was unclear when his younger brother, Baron Autumn, who declared independence, had obtained a barony.
‘Ha, independence. How will they handle such rebellion?’
Wearing the deep burgundy headgear symbolizing the Duchy, which had turned into a thief without a master, the two didn’t seem inclined to return what they had stolen.
Governor Gerald thought it was time to wrap up this noisy marketplace.
“Do you know why I, not an envoy, but the Governor, haven’t done anything in the name of the governorship?”
“Isn’t that because of the treaty between the Empire and the Duchy?”
Stupid humans.
‘Their heads are like a flower bed. What nonsense, given that there’s no master to make that contract.’
“It was because it was my job to watch it rot. Oh, by the way, our Empire was on the verge of swallowing it up.”
“What, what!? Dare you now…!”
“Dare to speak frankly, you must prepare properly. Jared, Baron Autumn. No, as Lord Baron said, the new master knows nothing about politics. However, one thing is certain; at least they won’t speak like me.”
At his final warning, the gathered nobles’ eyes widened.
When the governor, who had been smiling with his mouth, left with the forcibly received oath, the remaining individuals pounded on the desk without dispersing.
“What are we going to do, Lord Jared? The royal property is now…?”
“Don’t worry. Since Ashford is dead, it wasn’t originally yours or mine anyway.”
Although he said so, the rumbling did not subside, creating anxiety among them.
“Lord, did you hear the news that came from the border yesterday? The commoners’ riot reached that area. It seems the Imperial Army prevented them from entering, but what should we do now?”
“In that case, we should request protection before the Imperial Army withdraws. Now, right away, to Gerald… No.”
“Lord?”
“…We should use the bandits as a shield. They need to learn that politics is not as easy as they think. To our new master, the Black Monster.”
The two brothers of the Arkis Grand Duchy, where the blood of the country flowed, looked at each other, wearing satisfied smiles.
[Star Icon]Imperial Third Training Camp’s morning.
Those who had lived in that peaceful place behind the palace’s hill were leaving tomorrow.
And the emperor began construction, presumably planning to utilize this place elsewhere.
The training ground, stables, the small pond where they occasionally meditated, and the cozy lodgings they had used every morning would all be destroyed by tomorrow.
And there was a child who quietly observed these changes.
The little child, who should have been excited about the kindergarten event today, wearing a pretty fairy dress, stood silently by the window without a word.
Hubert approached the child.
“Nia, your friends must be very disappointed. What do you say?”
The grandfather had come early to not miss the opportunity to witness his granddaughter’s last performance.
Despite the worried question, the child simply nodded without saying anything.
“Oh, come on, haven’t you said anything? Why aren’t you…?”
Nia didn’t respond with any words.
She just looked out for a long time with a lonely face, then hugged her grandfather when he approached.
Hubert held the child in his arms and gently caressed her.
Although she was completely different from when he raised the young Lucia, he somehow sensed that the child was feeling sad.
And he thought of his daughter.
After the stage, the clothes to put on, the crown to wear on her head, fairy wings, and other miscellaneous items.
It was a chaotic scene as he rushed to prepare them himself, as the ruthless emperor didn’t send a maid.
‘Indeed, am I the only one who cares for our granddaughter?’
He briefly stroked his granddaughter’s head, then approached Lucia.
“Luci, I’ll be a bit late.”
“Yes, yes? I’m ready, but…”
She glanced at the clock and hastily started picking up her belongings.
“Take your time. What’s so important about the child being a fairy? I have someone I need to meet before I go. Well then, see you later.”
Without waiting for Lucia’s response, Hubert quickly moved away with busy footsteps.
Seeming urgent, but now more rushed herself, Lucia quickly packed her things and called the child.
“Nia, let’s go. Hys said he’s not coming, so wait here.”
“No, I want to go too.”
?”
Lucia looked at Hys with a puzzled expression.
But Hys’s eyes were elsewhere.
In the bag loosely opened on the weary child’s back.
Inside, there were dolls he had given her a while ago.
“It looks fun.”
Hys raised an inexplicable smile while looking at the dolls and Nia.
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
