EIITAB - Chapter 42 < Marriage Permission >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
The purple eyes looking at the butler were infinitely indifferent. Robert, who was facing it right in front of him, swallowed his saliva without realizing it.
Hestia was clearly a person with a completely different temperament from Aslan, but strangely enough, he felt a kind of dignity that made him bow his head.
Robert quickly lowered his head and offered in a more polite manner.
"So, how about eating first?"
"Well, I think that would be good."
Angela deliberately raised her voice in a bright tone. Hestia swallowed her sigh but obediently followed the two people.
'For now, let's organize our thoughts here.'
Ironically, given her current situation, the Kalathi Mansion was the safest. This is because, at the banquet held last night, Stephan Ceretto was next to Anette.
What she means is that Anette intends to keep Stephan by her side, just like in her last life. If so, there was a high probability that the temple would oppose the union of Hestia and Aslan.
So, she thought it would be better to spend some time in this Kalathi Mansion, where the power of the temple was not reachable.
'It would be best if the Duke came back in the meantime.'
Hestia swallowed her sigh again. She had just woken up, but somehow she felt even more tired.
***
Palace.
Aslan stood silently in the throne room. Unlike usual, his appearance in formal clothes was quite striking. The coldness of the early morning air had not yet gone away, but sleep could not be found anywhere on Aslan's face.
After waiting for a long time, he could hear the morning birds chirping. After some more time had passed, the door to the inner room finally opened. Yorgos, wearing comfortable clothes but not bedclothes, appeared between them, yawning. Just by looking at it, it looked like it had just happened.
The chamberlain followed behind the King, clearly showing an expression of not knowing what to do. He almost felt sorry for Aslan, who was watching how restless he was.
'I guess he hasn't heard anything!'
It seemed like he had only heard that Aslan was waiting, and had put it off to hear what the Chamberlain wanted to say later.
"Morning, no, the Duke wants to have an audience with me this early in the morning. It's a big deal."
Instead of saying hello, Yorgos sank down at the head of the table with words that were 80% more insulting than welcoming.
But Aslan was still standing. Yorgos, who was too lazy to look up, frowned and pointed to a random spot.
"Duke, what are you doing? Without sitting down?"
ButnAslan was steadfast. He deliberately lowered his gaze. With his honest words, his disapproval was raising its head.
'I didn't know I would kneel twice this year.'
But as the situation is the same, there is nothing he can do about it. Secretly chewing the flesh in his mouth, he slowly lowered himself to one knee, as if prostrating before Yorgos.
Yorgos looked at Aslan with surprised eyes at that sudden action.
"No, look, Duke Kalathi. What the hell is going on?"
It seemed like he was sleeping much better than before.
'Now I can finally have a proper conversation.'
Aslan sighed and opened his mouth, trying to make his tone as casual as possible.
"I thought it would be better in many ways to tell you in person rather than having someone else hear it, so even though I knew it was rude, I had no choice but to hurry and come visit."
"Hmm? Excuse me?"
Yorgos tilted his head.
"Something? Is there something going on in this Ellsworth Kingdom that I am not aware of?"
It was as if Yorgos still had no idea what he was talking about. The only chamberlain in this space was fidgeting with a pale face as if he was about to run out of breath.
Aslan swallowed the accusation in his heart and opened his mouth again.
"I was with Princess Hestia last night." Yorgos's brow slowly furrowed.
"What?"
The king's voice was very hoarse as if it had been clawed at his throat. Only Aslan was carefree. In fact, asking for permission to marry is just something that is done because it is a necessary formality.
To be honest, it didn't matter at all whether he received it or not.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to understand what I really mean."
It's just as it is at face value. Huh, a hot and heavy breath came out from Yorgos in an instant.
At the same time, he pursed his lips and let out a roar.
"You...! You...! How dare you!"
Yorgos' face instantly turned bright red, as if he was about to explode. Aslan looked at the scene casually and continued speaking.
"Please allow me to marry her. The order was slightly reversed, though."
"How dare you! You're messing with the royal family?!"
At those words, Aslan looked at Yorgos' reaction with an expression of incomprehension and asked back.
"She wasn't your niece who you loved so much?"
"Huh! Huh...! This kid...!"
It would not be surprising if Yorgos collapsed right away. He even held the back of his neck with his hand as if his blood pressure was rising. However, he seemed to be reluctant to hit Aslan directly because he was afraid, so he did not touch Aslan's body and only stabbed the point in the air.
Aslan, who had been silently listening to the curses pouring out at him without knowing it would ever end, finally quietly clicked his tongue into his mouth. When he got out of the prostration position and stood up, Yorgos pursed his lips and remained silent as if he were lying.
At least in his eyes, not letting go was his last pride. Aslan said sullenly.
"I honestly don't know what your Majesty finds so difficult."
"Huh... Huh...!"
Yorgos repeatedly slammed his palm on the table as if he was speechless. Of course, it didn't look the same in Aslan's eyes. He paid no attention to Yorgos's actions and only said the words he had prepared in silence.
"It seems like you want a definite answer, so I'm telling you properly. I have taken responsibility for my actions, so I will take responsibility for them."
"Duke Kalathi!"
Yorgos raised his voice again with great anger. But Aslan wasn't one to flinch because of that. He confidently continued what he had to say without the slightest sign of flinching.
"If you're worried about the Princess's honor, isn't there only one way?"
In fact, Yorgos knew it too. Just do what Aslan said.
'It would be neatest to have the two of them get married.'
The reason he opposed Hestia's marriage in the first place was because he felt that his connection with the temple would not be properly severed if he survived. However, if Yorgos uses Aslan, that problem is solved.
Moreover, considering Yorgos' future reputation, it would have been much better to save Hestia by marrying Aslan rather than letting her die a year later. No matter how many times he thinks about it, it would be neat to get these two married. And bringing Hestia back into the royal family or placing her in the capital was just an awkward thing from his perspective.
Regardless of his family origins, Aslan was unmarried and had a duchy. At least Yorgos can save face by saying that he cares about Hestia's marriage.
He glanced at Aslan.
'But this guy suddenly thought of sharing his life.'
Hestia would have explained it on her own anyway, so she didn't feel the need to bring the matter up again and explain it.
Yorgos's mind gradually tilted towards the positive side. However, since he had a reputation that was difficult to establish, he did not want to miss this opportunity, so he raised his voice.
"You Majesty. I apologize for my words."
At that time, he came in from outside the throne room with a helpless look on his face and bowed his head politely.
"We're in the middle of an important conversation right now. What's going on?"
The anger that could not be directed towards Aslan was directed towards a good scapegoat who appeared at the right time. The servant became even more embarrassed and stammered in a voice that trembled like a goat bleating.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. However, the minister and the high priest are requesting an audience. What should I do?"
"What? Minister? Why is he doing this again at this hour?"
The wrinkles on Yorgos' forehead deepened.
The servant swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth and spoke again.
"It's related to Saintess Hestia and Duke Kalathi...."
Perhaps because the person in question was in front of him, the attendant glanced at Aslan's face as he continued speaking.
Yorgos' gaze also turned towards him. It was a look that implicitly asked for consent.
"I'm fine, so ask them to come in."
Aslan was the first to nod his head, intending to get rid of everything at once since it was a hassle to end up like this anyway. It seemed like the relationship between the upper and lower ranks was wrong, but there was no time to drag it out, so Yorgos clicked his tongue with a dissatisfied look on his face and raised his voice.
"Ask them to come in!"
The servant hurried out of the throne room with a look on his face as if he had survived. Soon, High Priest Boswa appeared.
"I meet Your Majesty, the Sun of Ellsworth."
He gritted his teeth when he saw Aslan but held back his anger and greeted Yorgos first. Peace ended there. Boswa distorted his face and put on a very exaggerated expression of seriousness.
"Your Majesty, something truly deplorable happened last night and brought us to visit me at such an early hour."
Because of his good appearance, his voice was loud enough to make you think it was morning.
"No, well! At last night's banquet, Duke Kalathi...!"
"Stop."
Yorgos raised his hand, showing that he was tired, and stopped the high priest from speaking.
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