“No, there’s no need.”
She knew long ago that the palace security had been breached, but Olivia commanded.
‘Just leave it alone.’
If they fortified the palace security and blocked the insects creeping in at night, wouldn’t they lose the ability to kill those insects?
It would be less bothersome to deal with the bothersome things squirming around the princess’s palace, so they shouldn’t eliminate this opportunity.
“It’s okay since it’s all taken care of. That’s part of the job, right?”
It was a role suddenly thrust upon him, but Cryer obediently nodded.
“That’s correct.”
At his answer before Sebastian, the peach fuzz on Olivia’s cheeks briefly stood on end.
She instinctively opened her mouth, but quickly shut it again.
It didn’t matter when they were alone, but there was a barrier of status between Olivia and Cryer.
On the surface, Olivia was the unique princess of the Bolshevik Empire and the next emperor, and Cryer was just a nameless knight from the Norden Kingdom.
Of course, if you looked deeper, you’d realize that status didn’t matter, but wasn’t that a secret between the two?
Sebastian, who was staring at Cryer with his exceedingly sharp teeth hidden, soon bowed his head.
There’s no need to worry about the rumors going around, but to keep such a beast by your side…
There’s no way he wouldn’t be worried in another sense, but to the princess, he merely showed his respectful bow.
“I understand.”
“Yes. It will continue to be noisy, but please tell the emperor once again that we are absolutely not what everyone imagines.”
“Yes. And, Your Highness.”
“Yes?”
“Is your bed uncomfortable, by any chance?”
At Sebastian’s careful question, Olivia waved her hand dismissively.
“No. Thanks to everyone’s care, my bed is always comfortable. I just can’t sleep well these days.”
“I will prepare a tea that is good for sleep.”
Delighted by the genuine concern seeping from his stiff voice, Olivia didn’t refuse.
The moment Sebastian turned around and reached for the door handle.
“Sebastian.”
Olivia stopped him.
“Yes. Your Highness.”
She simply stared at him, who turned around and lightly bowed his head.
Sebastian, a synonym for calm and composure, whose rumor was that he wouldn’t even flinch if a lightning bolt struck right next to him.
In her first life, she couldn’t even imagine his tidy face crumbling.
But that Sebastian collapsed too.
Not from his death, but from Olivia’s…
When the imperial palace fell in her first life, and death slowly approached Olivia.
“Your Highness, I will block them. Please go as far as possible.”
Sebastian, who had not been out of step even by an inch, pushed Olivia’s back with his face all messed up with sweat and dust.
His hands were all bloody.
Perhaps that blood was from the emperor himself.
But despite his sacrifice, Olivia fell so futilely under Cryer’s sword.
And the second time, the third time…
Even in the last, the fourth time, Sebastian, who had unanswerably gasped for breath, smiled faintly for her.
“Your Highness, it was an honor to serve you.”
She heard the same words four times, and each time her heart crumbled without fail.
Olivia stepped closer to Sebastian.
“Sebastian.”
“Yes.”
“Sebastian.”
“Yes.”
She called him several times like that, but he answered her call calmly each time without fail.
Olivia reached out as she looked up at Sebastian.
“There’s always something here.”
She stroked his wrinkled right eye corner and chuckled.
It must have been a sentence with no head or tail, and completely incomprehensible for Sebastian.
But he neither showed his confusion nor covered the part she stroked.
He just respectfully bowed his head.
“I am honored, Your Highness.”
To him, Olivia nodded firmly and opened her mouth.
“Good. You can go now.”
Just after Sebastian, who had deeply bowed, left the room…
Olivia, who had ventured into the mountain range of documents to find Cryer, who had seemingly returned to his place but was invisible, narrowed her eyes.
“Cryer.”
Olivia, who called him, rested her hands on her hips and shook her head with a flutter.
“There’s a limit to how much we can cover up the death of knights from other countries as accidents.”
Cryer, who was casually leaning on the sofa and skimming through a history book of Bolsheviks, responded indifferently.
“How about setting an example with a public execution?”
“We don’t need such horrible decorations.”
As Olivia shuddered, Cryer tilted his head, lowering his book.
“I didn’t say it was a decoration. I’ve always felt it, but you make such ruthless remarks with that face.”
“Appearance and inner self don’t have to match.”
As if a young man with a good face is a serial killer who captures people and offers them as sacrifices.
“It’s said that you can know ten miles of water, but you can’t know a mile of a person.”
“Ah, teachings of the Bolsheviks?”
He added, tapping the cover of the Bolshevik history book he had put down.
“It’s not a phrase for such situations.”
“Well, as long as the meaning gets across.”
Olivia, brazenly raising her chin, asked about the progress as she always greeted him without any particular expectations.
“How is it? Did you find anything worth referencing?”
“No. There’s a lot about the gods, but the crux is that they fought.”
“Hmm, we still have a lot of resources……”
As she thought, but of course.
Cryer, who picked up the book again, brought up a topic in passing.
“About the public execution.”
“I told you, I won’t do that kind of decoration.”
“It’s not just a thrownout phrase. There’s really a need to warn everyone with an example. If not an execution, then in some other way.”
“Hmm. You do deal with a lot of trash.”
“And it’s increasing.”
There’s too much trash, hadn’t he asked not to kill?
The next moment, a faint voice rolled into Olivia’s ear.
“Shall I take care of it all at once?”
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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