‘By your expression, I can tell.’
At Cryer’s answer, Olivia gritted her teeth with an even more irritated expression.
‘I should take responsibility and go, since it happened at a conference I hosted.’
Of course, she answered to the impeccable logic.
Moreover, if you want to catch a tiger, you have to go into the tiger’s den.
If it hadn’t been decided that she was going to the Northern Kingdom, she would have somehow convinced the emperor.
And Cryer, who figured out her thoughts, asked.
‘You got what you wanted, to go to the Northern Kingdom and see the wizard’s face. What’s the problem?’
‘People.’
At the answer that came out without a moment’s hesitation, a crease as deep as Olivia’s formed on Cryer’s forehead.
‘It’s good to go to the Northern Kingdom. But we have to investigate when we get there.’
Olivia sighed deeply and shook her head.
‘You’ll be immobilized because you’ll have to capture the wizard’s gaze when you go to that damned place.’
It would be more accurate to say that the wizard won’t take his eyes off him, but she swallowed that comment.
‘As a princess, I can’t go around everywhere. Of course, I know all about the secret doors and devices in the castle of the Northern Kingdom. But such things are only necessary to get real information.’
In her past four lives, the king of the Northern Kingdom, who has already died in this life, was the first to declare continental war.
Before she knew the stories about ancient gods, slaves, and magic, she naturally gathered information about the Northern Kingdom before the war.
As the crevasse on Olivia’s brow deepened with her mouth closed, Cryer reached out his hand.
Cryer, who gently stroked her forehead, spoke.
‘I can think of one person.’
At his words, Olivia was incredibly surprised. Yes. Literally, she shuddered and even gasped.
‘What?’
‘Why are you so surprised?’
‘No, you said you thought of someone. You? You…?’
When Olivia looked at him with strange eyes, Cryer covered her eyes.
‘Don’t press it, don’t press it.’
Olivia, who was tapping Cryer’s hand that covered her eyes, hesitated for a moment and then added.
‘I thought you wouldn’t have anyone by your side.’
At her faint words, Cryer responded immediately.
‘I didn’t have anyone by my side.’
‘What? You said there’s one person?’
When Olivia, who pushed his hand away, tilted her head, Cryer sighed lightly and shrugged his shoulders.
‘There was someone who dealt with the guy who came to play at night before me. He seemed to want to stay in the empire.’
He bent over and whispered in Olivia’s ear.
‘And the only one I have by my side is you.’
At his sincere voice filled with only truth that flowed down her earlobe, Olivia’s eyelashes fluttered violently like a butterfly’s wings in a storm.
‘Um… it would be better to… widen the relationships…’
‘It’s enough.’
After becoming a damned slave, Cryer didn’t like human warmth, and he didn’t enjoy mixing words with people.
The only exception was the princess in front of him, who he could fit into his pocket.
As his crimson pupils faded like twilight, Olivia didn’t say anything more.
Instead, she brought the conversation back to the starting point and asked.
‘Considering that he wants to stay in the empire, he seems to be a knight from another country.’
‘He said his name was Ackendel.’
Although it was an irrelevant answer, Olivia immediately asked back.
‘Ackendel? Did he say Ackendel?’
When Olivia, with wide rabbit eyes, asked, Cryer nodded.
‘That was his name. Have you heard of it a lot?’
He then laughed and tapped an old book containing the history of Borscheik, and Olivia’s eyes lit up.
‘I know the Ackendel family.’
‘Isn’t he what we need right now?’
Olivia nodded vigorously.
‘Right. Now is the time when we need Ackendel. Infiltration, spying, extracting necessary information, or if necessary, spreading false information. Who can be more reliable than them?’
It’s not something suitable for a noble with blue blood to do.
Therefore, the fact that the Aekendel family specialized in that field was known to a very few.
Perhaps, no one but Bolshevik, with whom they formed ties before becoming nobles, would know.
‘I didn’t know that Aekendel still existed.’
‘That part, you should ask yourself.’
Up to there, Cryer, who recalled, opened his mouth.
“The Princess wants to see you.”
“Yes… what?”
Isaac, who reflexively replied again, asked, but Cryer only let out a single word as he turned his back immediately.
“Bolshevik needs Aekendel.”
Looking down at Cryer, who was falling down as if dropping, Isaac swallowed a hollow breath.
Bolshevik and Aekendel.
It was a tie from a very long time ago, even too long to be called the old days.
The relationship with Bolshevik, which came down as if it was an old story in the Aekendel family.
Before facing Cryer, he wondered if he would stick to the imperial palace, even if he mentioned that matter as a joke.
That the matter actually happened.
“Well, it was useful to have a hard time inheriting the essence of Aekendel.”
A noble who uses the power of the empire? Why would it be necessary?
Bolshevik is calling for him.
It did not happen as he had planned to go under that monster, but since he is also by the side of Bolshevik, there will be opportunities in the future.
That was only for a moment when Isaac stood blankly.
With his fox eyes round and laughing, he, just like Cryer, took a step down without hesitation.
A smile did not disappear from his lips as he fell down like crashing.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
