DYBAR - Chapter 139 < A Person Who Should Not Be Here >
Do Your Best And Regret
The red sunset fell over the horizon, drawing a long tail. The red light that came through the window slowly expanded its scope onto the marble floor.
The Empress's palace drawing room where the only sound is the sound of turning letters.
The young maids only looked at each other. It was clearly time to turn on the lights, but the Empress, who had visited the Prince's Palace today, was expressionless, and her suffocating attitude only reached its peak when the Marchioness of Offem, who entered the palace late today, delivered a letter.
"Therefore..."
The silence was broken. The Empress's calm voice stopped. The Empress's shadowed face was not only beautiful but also horrifyingly scary.
The maids, noticing the atmosphere, left the parlor like a low tide.
Where only the Empress and the Marchioness of Offem remained, the Marchioness of Offem looked at the letter the Empress was reading and braced herself.
"How did you receive this letter?"
"It was among the invitations that came to me at the mansion,"
Although it was an invitation device, it felt a little thick.
"I had no idea something like that existed."
- It is said that all willow branches are brothers, growing from the same root. Today, I saw that there was only one willow tree branch growing at the Duke of Elkin's residence. I am very sorry. To ease your worries, I would like to meet you at the Enentel Coffee House this evening around 8 PM.
It mentioned the willow tree, the symbol of the Duke of Elkin! It was the perfect threat.
A venom spread in the Empress's eyes. This woman doesn't dare to blackmail. This woman is blackmailing the Empress's motives.
Who would dare do something like this?
Those who could guess suddenly came to mind. Anyone who would antagonize her and the Duke of Elkin at the same time.
Olivia, but...
"They said Olivia hasn't arrived yet."
The Empress muttered. If it had such a striking appearance, it would have been discovered as soon as Olivia came in, and she would have gone out to see it as if the Prince had been waiting for her.
Above all, there was no longer any reason for Olivia to be hostile toward her. Maria Ethel has revealed the past of using that child as the Princess's hand and foot...!
The Empress paused for a moment. Her finely painted lips trembled. She has one more. She is as hostile to her as Olivia.
Maria Ethel.
"That impudent thing has even tangled the Prince in Auslan by mentioning her relationship with the Prince"
On the last day of the summer banquet, Maria Ethel's face appeared like a nightmare. Even her eyes flashed like a madman and her mouth was bleeding. Suddenly, a shiver ran down the Empress's back.
If Maria Ethel knew that it was the Empress who ordered the medicine to be put in the food, then she deliberately set herself up as Prince Auslan's mistress to seek revenge...
The Empress looked again at the letter on the silver tray with urgent eyes. She had to look for evidence that it was not Maria Ethel who had sent this letter.
The entire letter that the Marchioness of Offen had given had a faint scent of perfume.
A scent similar to the Empress's favorite perfume. It was a trend that had already spread widely in institutional and social circles.
Other than that, there were no characteristics that could identify the person who sent the letter.
The Enentel Coffee House was a coffee house favored by aristocrats who saw plays at the Chandler Theater. It was said that quite a few young people like the Crown Prince visited it, but the Empress could not understand their tastes.
The enclosed letter to the Marchioness of Offem only tells her to forward the sealed letter to the Empress.
Elegant but unfamiliar handwriting. If it had belonged to Olivia or Maria Ethel, there was no way the Empress or the Marchioness of Offem would have noticed it.
That woman must have ordered the one below. The Empress blinked her eyes as she read her letter again.
The writing could not be seen clearly in the darkness that had already come.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost 6 o'clock, Your Majesty."
The Empress suddenly got up from her seat at the sound of the voice telling her immediately. It took her two hours to get to the coffee house.
Although she did suggest the time and place.
"......Tell them to vacate the entire Enentel coffee house. I think some interesting guests will come to visit."
All she had to do was prepare for whoever came
The curve of the Empress' lips fell coolly.
The Marchioness of Offem bowed her head deeply as if obeying her orders.
Not long after, the knights of the Empress's palace took control of the entire coffee house.
When the only people left in the Enentel Coffee House were Madame Isedora and her chef, the Empress headed into the Coffee House.
***
"Oh, today's reservation is for 8 o'clock, and there is only one room for the crystal parlor, but I never dreamed that Her Majesty the Empress would be coming as a guest! Go to the Diamond Parlor right now....!"
"That's it."
Covering her face with a fan, the Empress narrowed her brows.
Enentel coffee house on Lheirn Street.
The owner, Madame Isedora, was still the same. Even when the Empress visited, she pretended to be happy to see her, even forgetting the rules of etiquette, but she was still noisy and unruly.
Maybe it was because her voice was full of excitement, but she couldn't find any dignity in bouncing around.
It is said that a coffee house follows the quality of its owner, but it was fortunate that the building at least matched the trend.
Madame was standing there holding the reservation book as if she was in despair. She hated seeing her head down.
As the Empress gave her chin, the Marchioness of Offem took the ledger and asked.
"Who made the reservation?"
"I think it was about yesterday. The waitress said she received a reservation letter, and it will be attached to it."
The letter attached to the ledger had the same handwriting as the letter to her Marchioness
"Then, I will take you to the Crystal Parlor."
"That's it. The knights will guide me."
The Empress answered indifferently. The knights who had already completed the entire search were probably reading the entire coffee house.
But Madame shook her head and added.
"No matter how much you search, you won't find the room attached to the Crystal Drawing Room. It's our coffee house's secret that I'm only revealing to precious people."
A room attached to the parlor?
The Empress' complexion hardened. The knight said a little embarrassed.
"The plans didn't show such a room, Your Majesty."
"Newly constructed!"
Madame answered brightly, as if unaware of the atmosphere.
"If there was such a thing, you should have said it a long time ago!"
Marquis Offem shouted. Madame shrugged her shoulders again as if she were dispirited, but she had no one to pity her.
***
"Oh, my......"
The Marchioness of Offem let out a shrill scream. As soon as the secret room that Madame had mentioned was opened, a trembling man hid under the bed in the room as soon as he saw the knights.
The knights were on high alert to protect the Empress and at the same time subdue the man. The Empress calmed her astonishment and looked at the man.
The man seemed embarrassed by this situation and was trying to hide under the bed, covering only his face. As a precautionary measure, the knight stuffed a wad of cloth into the man's mouth.
However, when the knight held the sword to his neck, the man did not even protest, just closing his eyes.
"Are you willing to reveal who your Master is?"
"..."
"If you are willing to reveal it, then......"
"Stop."
The Empress, who stopped the loud knight, glanced behind him. Madame's face was pale and she was trembling. When their eyes met, Madame fell down on the spot.
"Your Majesty! I really don't know! If I had known he was hiding, would I have told you the secret of this room?"
"You never know. You didn't even give the blueprints to the imperial palace, and you told me too late that you had a room."
Madame trembled at the Empress's soft voice. The fact that Madame was shaking was beyond her eyes. Who was it that put such a sloppy man here and made an appointment with her?
That was exactly what the Empress was interested in. The Empress solemnly ordered the knight.
"Unconditionally, transport him to the imperial palace prison. I'll just take a moment to catch my breath and then we'll leave."
A dungeon was better suited than this bright place to find out who was behind that shabby man. The knight seemed to have understood the Empress's words as he obeyed the command with angry eyes.
Soon, a man who was tied up was violently dragged out. The Empress saw the door to the parlor guarded by the knights closing.
And then, after the door was closed, the only people left in the drawing room were the Empress, the Marchioness of Offem, and Madame Isedora.
"Really, really, this is such an unpleasant thing. Your Majesty, I am truly sorry. Please have mercy...."
There was only Madame Isedora. The Empress glanced at the clock on the wall without even looking at the sobbing Madame.
At 8:05, the appointment time written in the letter passed, but nothing changed. The Empress, whose mind was at ease, bent her eyes and gazed at Madame.
"It was mercy. How many people know that this parlor has a room?"
"There are only three high-ranking nobles, Including His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. No one other than him knows of the existence of this room."
There is the Prince among those who know this secret. The Empress narrowed her eyes and asked back.
"The Prince?"
"Yes! From before, Lady Maria Ethel, no, that...."
Madame, who had inadvertently brought up the story of Maria Ethel, was visibly embarrassed and threw her hand away from the floor. But the Empress had already heard clearly.
Maria Ethel... Is this really Maria Ethel?
Well, she always pretended to take medicine, but she was clumsy. As a childish child who grew up under shelter all her life, she was always on the edge of her seat when it came to work.
Everything from the family that was one step short of becoming a Crown Princess, to the situation of becoming the Prince's mistress again, to the ability to imitate Olivia's banquet.
Haa.
It was only then that the Empress let out her sneer. Her sonorous laughter grew louder and louder, to the point where the Marchioness Offem was embarrassed. But the Empress found Maria Ethel so funny that she was in tears.
She thought she was secretly worried because Maria Ethel had become a mistress. Marquis Ethel had already gone down to his territory a long time ago. The Empress was sure they didn't have the talent to save people, so they probably sent someone like that.
The picture she drew in her head was perfect. Her tense nerves eased, and the entire drawing room came into view. Really, it was a pretty nice place that didn't suit Madame.
The Empress slowly approached the table and sat down. The Marchioness quickly pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
There were plenty of refreshments on the table. Although she wouldn't eat it, the decoration was quite the Empress' taste.
"It looks good."
She was in a good mood, so her words came out nicely.
"Well, didn't Her Majesty tell me directly?"
"When will I tell you...".
The Empress's eyes widened as she answered without thinking. The madam's voice changed.
And that too in a voice the Empress knew well.
A chill ran down the Empress' spine.
Madame stood up without permission. Her blonde hair slowly began to change into cool silver hair. Her frivolous face slowly disappeared, revealing a face the Empress knew well.
The Marchioness of Offem let out a sound of breathlessness at this ridiculous thing. However, she was not in a state of panic, and so was the Empress.
This person shows impeccable manners. At the same time, she never thought she would be in this position.
"Salute to the Imperial Moon."
Olivia Madeline.
"Meet Her Majesty the Empress."
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