The Tyrant's Terminally-Ill Childhood Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 106

Rather than showing any reaction, which would at least allow her to prepare, the Emperor displayed absolutely no movement whatsoever, leaving Klech utterly unable to shake off her anxiety. It felt as though he might suddenly strike her from behind without warning.

Though someone witnessing this might ask if her fears were exaggerated, unfortunately for Klech, this anxiety was a well-founded emotion, earned through hard experience.

‘It was just like this when Lady Anette collapsed.’

In Klech’s eyes, that incident could be summed up entirely by the word “sudden.” Anette had shown no prior signs before abruptly turning pale and vomiting blood. Klech didn’t actually believe anyone had truly poisoned her drink—it was clearly a staged act by Anette herself. She simply lacked the evidence to voice this suspicion aloud.

Because the shock of that day remained so vivid, Klech now found this unnervingly quiet situation terrifying once again.

Above all, the fact that reality diverged from her expectations only heightened her unease.

‘I was certain that once Lady Anette died, everything would be fine.’

She had anticipated the Emperor falling into grief. His anger, his baseless suspicions toward those around him, even his erratic behavior—all of it fell within her predictions.

And Klech had planned to slip through that very opening. His anger would be even better: the more desperate his inner circle became to calm him, the more receptive they’d be to her proposals.

‘But what is this?’

Nothing had changed at all. The Emperor remained silent, as though Anette’s death had never happened, and everyone else followed suit in their quietude. Though the Grotaire family’s situation had improved somewhat, Klech’s own standing remained at rock bottom.

After all, Anette’s death hadn’t erased the accusations against Klech. Worse, Anette’s name now followed her everywhere she went, making it impossible for Klech to even set foot in high society.

‘High society? I couldn’t care less.’

She never expected her ruined reputation to recover so easily. Yet reputations naturally mended with time—people forgot incidents quickly, and the Grotaire name’s honor and prestige remained intact. Even if she couldn’t regain her former status, returning to society wouldn’t be too difficult.

Thus, Klech kept her ears constantly tuned to news from the Imperial Palace. She’d spent a considerable sum to secretly obtain information from deep within its walls. Yet, despite all her efforts, the palace remained eerily silent.

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