Jeremy's words seemed harmless at first glance, but there was a trap laid in them.
If Seliya is as beautiful as the rumors say, he will try to implicate Dietrich in the assassination of the Emperor, and if he says that she is not as beautiful as the rumors, he will try to meet Seliya in person to see if what he said is true or not.
Dietrich was not fooled by the pun.
“She's a criminal who murdered Your Majesty. She's not a person Your noble Highness would be curious about. And...”
"And? If you want to say something, just say it.”
“Whatever the beauty of a mere sinner, what value would it have?”
At this point, Jeremy couldn't hide his frustration.
“You're so boring that it’s not fun.”
“...”
“Please don’t waste time on unnecessary things and prepare a grand funeral for His Majesty. Don’t talk back.”
Jeremy just said what he had to say and left. The maids and knights lined up behind Jeremy and kept glancing at him as they passed by.
Dietrich, who always wore a uniform, was wearing only a thin shirt today. Perhaps that's why his hidden upper body was clearly revealed.
Well-formed muscles sticking out of his white shirt rose and fell repeatedly with Dietrich's breathing.
The knights stared at Dietrich with a mixture of admiration, envy, and respect. The maids could not take their eyes off Dietrich until they left the hallway with their cheeks stained red.
In fact, Dietrich didn't even look at them and walked into the room connected to his office.
The room was large and spacious, but unlike the room of a knight commander who ruled the imperial family, it was simple. His room was equipped with only the things a room should have, such as a wardrobe, bed, table, and bookshelf.
He was someone who always followed a plan and never put any effort into unnecessary things, but giving Seliya a uniform today was something that was beyond his expectations.
Dietrich narrowed his brows. This is because he remembered the scene he saw earlier.
She was showing her white shoulders and looking as surprised as a rabbit, and for a moment he felt sympathy for Seliya.
She could emit the scent of hyacinths, so even if he had not helped, Seliya would have been safe.
But, why did they send the knights into the prison and help her?
'It was a golden opportunity to check out this ability.'
Did he momentarily sympathize with her because she was terminally ill and only had about a year to live?
Dietrich took his sympathy for a moment and felt sorry for her for even taking off his uniform.
However, negative thoughts are harmful when it comes to living in this world, and are of no help. Dietrich quickly changed his mind.
'...There are many opportunities to check anyway.'
Dietrich had no intention of killing Seliya. At least not yet.
He said her life was his and he had to decide what he would take.
Although Seliya was terminally ill and destined to die after the first year, Dietrich was able to keep her alive well past the first year if necessary.
There was one thing that Seliya did not know: Dietrich also possessed special abilities.
Dietrich planned to keep the fact that he had superpowers a secret from Seliya until the moment of her death.
If she discovered that he possessed supernatural abilities, Dietrich planned to kill her without mercy.
Because he has been preparing for a very long time to overthrow Abelon, or more precisely, the three Eukes, the leader of Abelon. He couldn't let his plans be disrupted anymore.
'Even if she has a special ability, if she decides it is useless to me, just throw her away.'
Dietrich's eyes sank. He decided to soak himself in cold water to clear his thoughts. He took off the shirt he was wearing, unbuckled his pants, and went down.
As he took off his cumbersome clothes, his bare body was revealed, without any flab, and covered in muscle.
His back was full of scars from numerous assassination attempts. Some of his dogs were poisoned, and some suffered burns.
Dietrich could erase this wound without a trace, but he did not do so.
This was because his supernatural ability was expressed through his own bodily fluids, excluding his blood.
***
“I thought it was time to replace the Emperor. It saves me the trouble.”
A man with fine silver hair spoke in a soft voice. With long hair that covered his entire back and white, smooth skin, he rested his chin on one hand and looked down at the pieces on his chess board.
There was a clicking sound. It was the sound of him moving a white knight made of ivory.
“Isn’t it right, Balt?”
Unlike the silver-haired man, who exuded a relaxed priestly vibe, he exuded a wild beauty.
The man across from him, named Baltra, lifted his head. Balt, who had bronze skin and brown hair, looked like a ferocious beast, perhaps because of his large size.
Balt looked at the silver-haired man nervously
“Ileon.”
The silver-haired man whose name was called narrowed his eyes. The blue eyes, whose inner meaning could not be determined, were folded into deep eyes and bent into curves.
It was a beautiful smile that noble ladies could not help but admire. However, unfortunately, Balt was not a nobleman, but a noble child.
In addition, he was the head of the Portman family, one of the three ducal families that supported Abelon, and the only sword master in the empire.
“Stop laughing so disgustingly. Because I feel like I'm going to throw up. Can’t you see I’m concentrating on chess right now?”
Contrary to his great stature, he had a very harsh mouth.
Ileon looked at Balt like that and said with a low smile.
“You’re going to lose anyway, so why not have a conversation?”
“Damn you! You ignore people just because you are good at chess. The game isn’t over until it’s over!”
Balt groaned and shifted his black knight. Ileon, who was looking down at his chessboard, shook his head.
"You. Building muscles is good, but why not think a little more about your life? Otherwise, you will be eaten by the weakest.”
“...This bastard?”
"Look Carefully. By moving the knight, the King was left defenseless. The foolish King who failed to see the big picture and abandoned the knight who protected him...”
Ileon trailed off, rolled his eyes, and moved his white phone. With a thud, his phone made a clear sound and settled down near the King.
“Checkmate.”
“Aaaah! You unlucky bastard!”
An angry Balt shouted and overturned the chessboard with the table. A table made of expensive mahogany falls to the floor with a heavy force and boom! made a sound
The chessboard and chess pieces on the table spilled onto the floor. Ileon, who didn't like how messy his room was, immediately called the butler.
“Put it away.”
“Yes, Master.”
The butler bowed and straightened the desk that had fallen on the floor. Then, he quickly cleaned up the chessboard and chess pieces that had fallen on the floor and left the room.
Ileon looked at Balt, who was constantly fussing, with a relaxed expression. They were two people who had nothing similar in appearance or personality, but they both came from the Three Dukes family, which is said to kill even flying birds.
Balt was the head of the Portman duchy, and Ileon was the head of the Greedric duchy, which was also the current Empress's home.
“Balt, what should I do with that angular personality? What will other people say when they see this?”
“I tell them to make noise as they please. Do you think I would care about that?”
Balt hummed and snorted. Ileon looked at Balt like that and continued speaking with a calm smile on his lips.
“Why did Seliya Brillion kill the Emperor?”
Balt noticed that Ileon was trying to change the subject, but he felt guilty for knocking over an innocent desk, so he pretended not to notice.
“The trashy scarecrow Emperor must have touched one or two women. She was not the only one who had a grudge against the lecherous Emperor, so she probably also had a grudge against that man and killed the Emperor.”
This was what Balt said as he touched his chin. Ileon muttered softly.
“...It’s spite.”
“What could a woman known for being pretty have a will to kill someone? I guess she killed the old Emperor because she was so annoyed by him making such a fuss.”
There were times when Ileon envied Balt's ignorance and his thoughtless life. If he lives as he wants without thinking, he won't be stressed.
“Do you really think she killed the Emperor just for that reason?”
"What the? Do you guys understand that? If you’re that curious, why don’t you go to the imperial palace yourself and ask that woman?”
“...”
“If you want to know the truth, it would be better to go to the imperial palace quickly, right? Unless you want to talk to a woman who is already a cold corpse.”
Ileon narrowed his brows. Bald, who was looking at his thoughtful face with a frustrated expression, got up from his chair. The chair made a creaking sound as it was weighed down by the huge and massive body.
“The Emperor’s mad dog will try to kill her for murdering the Emperor. Because it is inevitable that a dog, who lost his back, will kill the woman if he is to survive in the imperial palace.”
“...We still don’t know what will happen to a dog that has lost its owner.”
“Truly, even if I tell you honestly, it’s a mess.”
Balt walked towards the door. Just before he left for his visit, he looked back at Ileon and added.
“I don’t like you either. Just as much as that emotionless son of a bitch.”
Balt, sick of the sarcasm, said those last words and left the room. The door closed with a thud.
In the room left alone, Ileon was thinking about Dietrich.
What kind of dog in the world could climb up from the floor so stubbornly and take control of the entire military power of the imperial palace?
The man across from him, named Baltra, lifted his head. Balt, who had bronze skin and brown hair, looked like a ferocious beast, perhaps because of his large size.
Balt looked at the silver-haired man nervously
“Ileon.”
The silver-haired man whose name was called narrowed his eyes. The blue eyes, whose inner meaning could not be determined, were folded into deep eyes and bent into curves.
It was a beautiful smile that noble ladies could not help but admire. However, unfortunately, Balt was not a nobleman, but a noble child.
In addition, he was the head of the Portman family, one of the three ducal families that supported Abelon, and the only sword master in the empire.
“Stop laughing so disgustingly. Because I feel like I'm going to throw up. Can’t you see I’m concentrating on chess right now?”
Contrary to his great stature, he had a very harsh mouth.
Ileon looked at Balt like that and said with a low smile.
“You’re going to lose anyway, so why not have a conversation?”
“Damn you! You ignore people just because you are good at chess. The game isn’t over until it’s over!”
Balt groaned and shifted his black knight. Ileon, who was looking down at his chessboard, shook his head.
"You. Building muscles is good, but why not think a little more about your life? Otherwise, you will be eaten by the weakest.”
“...This bastard?”
"Look Carefully. By moving the knight, the King was left defenseless. The foolish King who failed to see the big picture and abandoned the knight who protected him...”
Ileon trailed off, rolled his eyes, and moved his white phone. With a thud, his phone made a clear sound and settled down near the King.
“Checkmate.”
“Aaaah! You unlucky bastard!”
An angry Balt shouted and overturned the chessboard with the table. A table made of expensive mahogany falls to the floor with a heavy force and boom! made a sound
The chessboard and chess pieces on the table spilled onto the floor. Ileon, who didn't like how messy his room was, immediately called the butler.
“Put it away.”
“Yes, Master.”
The butler bowed and straightened the desk that had fallen on the floor. Then, he quickly cleaned up the chessboard and chess pieces that had fallen on the floor and left the room.
Ileon looked at Balt, who was constantly fussing, with a relaxed expression. They were two people who had nothing similar in appearance or personality, but they both came from the Three Dukes family, which is said to kill even flying birds.
Balt was the head of the Portman duchy, and Ileon was the head of the Greedric duchy, which was also the current Empress's home.
“Balt, what should I do with that angular personality? What will other people say when they see this?”
“I tell them to make noise as they please. Do you think I would care about that?”
Balt hummed and snorted. Ileon looked at Balt like that and continued speaking with a calm smile on his lips.
“Why did Seliya Brillion kill the Emperor?”
Balt noticed that Ileon was trying to change the subject, but he felt guilty for knocking over an innocent desk, so he pretended not to notice.
“The trashy scarecrow Emperor must have touched one or two women. She was not the only one who had a grudge against the lecherous Emperor, so she probably also had a grudge against that man and killed the Emperor.”
This was what Balt said as he touched his chin. Ileon muttered softly.
“...It’s spite.”
“What could a woman known for being pretty have a will to kill someone? I guess she killed the old Emperor because she was so annoyed by him making such a fuss.”
There were times when Ileon envied Balt's ignorance and his thoughtless life. If he lives as he wants without thinking, he won't be stressed.
“Do you really think she killed the Emperor just for that reason?”
"What the? Do you guys understand that? If you’re that curious, why don’t you go to the imperial palace yourself and ask that woman?”
“...”
“If you want to know the truth, it would be better to go to the imperial palace quickly, right? Unless you want to talk to a woman who is already a cold corpse.”
Ileon narrowed his brows. Bald, who was looking at his thoughtful face with a frustrated expression, got up from his chair. The chair made a creaking sound as it was weighed down by the huge and massive body.
“The Emperor’s mad dog will try to kill her for murdering the Emperor. Because it is inevitable that a dog, who lost his back, will kill the woman if he is to survive in the imperial palace.”
“...We still don’t know what will happen to a dog that has lost its owner.”
“Truly, even if I tell you honestly, it’s a mess.”
Balt walked towards the door. Just before he left for his visit, he looked back at Ileon and added.
“I don’t like you either. Just as much as that emotionless son of a bitch.”
Balt, sick of the sarcasm, said those last words and left the room. The door closed with a thud.
In the room left alone, Ileon was thinking about Dietrich.
What kind of dog in the world could climb up from the floor so stubbornly and take control of the entire military power of the imperial palace?
A dog that can climb on top of its owner's head and manipulate it to its liking has already become a dog at that point.
Ileon muttered to himself.
“What is a mad dog? It must be a nickname created by ‘something’ wearing a dog mask.”
Ileon muttered to himself.
“What is a mad dog? It must be a nickname created by ‘something’ wearing a dog mask.”
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