Arkan, who was about to grumble, shut his mouth tightly.
His expression did not soften, but in any case, he had no choice but to be at a loss for words this time.
“Avoided, not avoided, not like that.”
His expression did not soften, but in any case, he had no choice but to be at a loss for words this time.
“Avoided, not avoided, not like that.”
“I was just wondering if there might be some foul folk out there, one in a thousand, who might try to take advantage of Your Majesty's peaceful life, and you just dodged them, so I needn't worry about that. You're very quick.”
“Oh, yes.”
I’m going crazy!
The unknown heat that had been burning his body just a moment ago had disappeared like sand blown by the wind, and Arkan felt the urge to pound his chest again.
No, no. The heat didn’t disappear, Arkan thought.
It wasn’t gone, it was all concentrated in his head, making his eyes sting.
“You spend all day thinking about upsetting me?”
Erdene glared at him as if to say, “What kind of nonsense is that? ”
“Your days are unexpectedly idle, but you have nothing better to do. What waste is it to spend a whole day trying to turn the King's stomach?”
“Waste? Did you say waste?”
“Why?”
Arkan’s rib cage swelled greatly. It was because he had inhaled but couldn’t exhale.
The veins on his forehead bulged and his face grew even redder.
Erdene didn’t know why, but Arkan knew, and that made him even angrier.
“I think about it all day long!”
At his shout, Erdene blinked blankly as if she had been hit.
'No, wait. This isn’t right.'
Arkan, who came to his senses belatedly after shouting, tried to collect his confused mind, but it was no different than covering his eyes and feeling the ground.
He had no idea what to do, how to do it, or where to start, and instead, he was only getting more confused.
He had just made a huge mistake. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. Did he miss something...?
Erdene’s mouth slowly rose.
She wasn’t smiling because she was happy. He could tell just by looking at her eyes, which seemed to sparkle with murderous intent.
Erdene slowly nodded.
“Oh, right, I didn't realize that. You're been thinking about it all day... Well, if that's the case, why didn't you tell me about it sooner? I'm pretty good at screwing over people, too, and it's a shame I now know you're so sincere.”
“No, what are you saying... Wait a minute, I think I said something wrong.”
A loud crack suddenly interrupted Arkan, who was trying to sort things out.
Arkan’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden noise.
When he came to his senses and quickly looked, one of the ornaments that had been stuck above Erdene’s ear was gone.
“What are you doing...!”
Arkan gaped at the shattered pieces of the ornament beneath Erdene’s palm.
Erdene spoke in a fierce voice.
“Well said, Your Majesty.”
“Wait a minute, listen to me...”
“Let’s just wait and see.”
She left Arkan in a daze for a moment and strode out. She moved so quickly that the sound of the wind cutting through could be heard.
Arkan, who was looking down at the fragments left on the table, once beautiful ornaments but now worthless pieces that had reached the end of their lifespan, turned his head belatedly.
“Did you just say we’ll wait and see?”
Viscountess Wickes, or More Wickes, had been in a hurry since morning after receiving a call that the Queen was looking for her urgently. She had no sense at all, not even eating or kissing her husband on the cheek as he left for work.
‘I hope everything went well!’
The Viscount’s employees thought she was panicking in fear at the fierce Queen’s call, but it wasn’t true.
She was excited... She had been excited for the first time in a long time! She wondered if she had ever been this happy since the day her only son, whom she loved so much, got married.
'Since you two are young, and since you grew up in completely different environments... Then, there must be a lot of things you clashed over. A lot of things! Even when he and I were young... Oh, I shouldn't say that. But newlyweds usually fight and fall in love.'
She busily finished preparing while muttering to herself that no one asked about and no one was listening and boarded the carriage sent by the palace with an expression on her face that she had never felt before.
Even when she entered the palace, the smile never left More's lips.
"Meet Your Majesty."
More bent and straightened her knees and raised her head, and only then realized that she had made a big mistake.
Erdene, who was sitting on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, looked sullen and fierce. She seemed to be unbearably angry. More's cheerful mood, which had been blushing, suddenly flew away.
The fear that filled that empty space frightened her even more.
“Your, Your Majesty?”
“Come and sit here.”
More glanced at the spot where Erdene was nodding, then approached her hesitantly.
She sat down carefully, but her expression clearly showed that she was worried that a snake might jump out from under the sofa.
Erdene soon lost interest in More and looked away... Anne, who had become familiar with her when she visited the Marchioness of Fiddler’s, cautiously brought her some refreshments, but neither Erdene nor More touched their glasses.
More, who had endured the silence while sweating, twisted her fingers as if she was squeezing them with a sad expression.
“Uh, uh... Your Majesty, why did you...?”
“It didn’t work.”
“Yes?”
There was a bang! It was the sound of Erdene kicking the table.
“Oh my!”
More screamed loudly and jumped back.
However, the teacup was safe. Anne, who had been watching, quickly lifted the tray.
'Damn it, if I were in the empire, I could have caught any guy and beaten him to dust!'
Erdene gritted her teeth. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she couldn't bear it.
She returned to the palace alone and stayed up all night. The strange sense of emptiness and disappointment she felt at that moment when Arkan pulled his arm away when she reached out, grew stronger and stronger every time she thought about it.
By morning, the memory in Erdene's head was Arkan scurrying away as if she were a bug... It had become considerably distorted.
"B-B-Your Majesty! I, I'm sorry. I, I said something inappropriate..."
More said, almost sobbing.
Erdene seemed to realize her presence again only then, let out a boiling sigh, and touched her forehead.
“Put it down, Anne. I won’t kick the table anymore.”
“If you’re really angry, I’ll bring you something that’s okay to break, Your Majesty.”
“Yes, yes. Bring me a table with mismatched legs.”
Anne put the tray with the teapot and cups back down and quickly left.
The casual conversation between the two of them was enough to make even the most indifferent More astonished, but it was fortunate that Erdene had calmed down.
“Your Majesty.”
“You told me the secret recipe, and Sophia and Sabnake each chimed in, but it didn’t work.”
“T, that’s...No, Your Majesty...? Now, tell me more...”
The veins on the back of Erdene’s clenched hands stood out.
The hand, with its old scars more clearly visible, was small but solid as a rock, making the timid More anxious.
Erdene began to speak calmly, but she couldn’t stand the growing emotional intensity.
In the end, she kicked the small table Anne had brought. The side table, which had been stuck in the storage room because of its weak legs, became useless as firewood with just one kick.
However, More was more surprised by Erdene’s words than the table flying and smashing into pieces, and just opened her mouth.
“Your Majesty, His Majesty... His Majesty really said that?”
“Then I would eat a good meal and talk nonsense?”
“No, no. No...”
More’s cheeks, which had been twitching both her eyes and mouth, belatedly turned red.
She made a scary expression with all her might, despite her gentle expression, and pushed the tray away and tapped the table.
“My goodness, His Majesty, he shouldn’t say such things to Your Majesty! How could he say such things!”
Erdene sat up.
“Do you think so too?”
More's plump cheeks flushed even more with excitement.
Arkan’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden noise.
When he came to his senses and quickly looked, one of the ornaments that had been stuck above Erdene’s ear was gone.
“What are you doing...!”
Arkan gaped at the shattered pieces of the ornament beneath Erdene’s palm.
Erdene spoke in a fierce voice.
“Well said, Your Majesty.”
“Wait a minute, listen to me...”
“Let’s just wait and see.”
She left Arkan in a daze for a moment and strode out. She moved so quickly that the sound of the wind cutting through could be heard.
Arkan, who was looking down at the fragments left on the table, once beautiful ornaments but now worthless pieces that had reached the end of their lifespan, turned his head belatedly.
“Did you just say we’ll wait and see?”
***
Viscountess Wickes, or More Wickes, had been in a hurry since morning after receiving a call that the Queen was looking for her urgently. She had no sense at all, not even eating or kissing her husband on the cheek as he left for work.
‘I hope everything went well!’
The Viscount’s employees thought she was panicking in fear at the fierce Queen’s call, but it wasn’t true.
She was excited... She had been excited for the first time in a long time! She wondered if she had ever been this happy since the day her only son, whom she loved so much, got married.
'Since you two are young, and since you grew up in completely different environments... Then, there must be a lot of things you clashed over. A lot of things! Even when he and I were young... Oh, I shouldn't say that. But newlyweds usually fight and fall in love.'
She busily finished preparing while muttering to herself that no one asked about and no one was listening and boarded the carriage sent by the palace with an expression on her face that she had never felt before.
Even when she entered the palace, the smile never left More's lips.
"Meet Your Majesty."
More bent and straightened her knees and raised her head, and only then realized that she had made a big mistake.
Erdene, who was sitting on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, looked sullen and fierce. She seemed to be unbearably angry. More's cheerful mood, which had been blushing, suddenly flew away.
The fear that filled that empty space frightened her even more.
“Your, Your Majesty?”
“Come and sit here.”
More glanced at the spot where Erdene was nodding, then approached her hesitantly.
She sat down carefully, but her expression clearly showed that she was worried that a snake might jump out from under the sofa.
Erdene soon lost interest in More and looked away... Anne, who had become familiar with her when she visited the Marchioness of Fiddler’s, cautiously brought her some refreshments, but neither Erdene nor More touched their glasses.
More, who had endured the silence while sweating, twisted her fingers as if she was squeezing them with a sad expression.
“Uh, uh... Your Majesty, why did you...?”
“It didn’t work.”
“Yes?”
There was a bang! It was the sound of Erdene kicking the table.
“Oh my!”
More screamed loudly and jumped back.
However, the teacup was safe. Anne, who had been watching, quickly lifted the tray.
'Damn it, if I were in the empire, I could have caught any guy and beaten him to dust!'
Erdene gritted her teeth. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she couldn't bear it.
She returned to the palace alone and stayed up all night. The strange sense of emptiness and disappointment she felt at that moment when Arkan pulled his arm away when she reached out, grew stronger and stronger every time she thought about it.
By morning, the memory in Erdene's head was Arkan scurrying away as if she were a bug... It had become considerably distorted.
"B-B-Your Majesty! I, I'm sorry. I, I said something inappropriate..."
More said, almost sobbing.
Erdene seemed to realize her presence again only then, let out a boiling sigh, and touched her forehead.
“Put it down, Anne. I won’t kick the table anymore.”
“If you’re really angry, I’ll bring you something that’s okay to break, Your Majesty.”
“Yes, yes. Bring me a table with mismatched legs.”
Anne put the tray with the teapot and cups back down and quickly left.
The casual conversation between the two of them was enough to make even the most indifferent More astonished, but it was fortunate that Erdene had calmed down.
“Your Majesty.”
“You told me the secret recipe, and Sophia and Sabnake each chimed in, but it didn’t work.”
“T, that’s...No, Your Majesty...? Now, tell me more...”
The veins on the back of Erdene’s clenched hands stood out.
The hand, with its old scars more clearly visible, was small but solid as a rock, making the timid More anxious.
Erdene began to speak calmly, but she couldn’t stand the growing emotional intensity.
In the end, she kicked the small table Anne had brought. The side table, which had been stuck in the storage room because of its weak legs, became useless as firewood with just one kick.
However, More was more surprised by Erdene’s words than the table flying and smashing into pieces, and just opened her mouth.
“Your Majesty, His Majesty... His Majesty really said that?”
“Then I would eat a good meal and talk nonsense?”
“No, no. No...”
More’s cheeks, which had been twitching both her eyes and mouth, belatedly turned red.
She made a scary expression with all her might, despite her gentle expression, and pushed the tray away and tapped the table.
“My goodness, His Majesty, he shouldn’t say such things to Your Majesty! How could he say such things!”
Erdene sat up.
“Do you think so too?”
More's plump cheeks flushed even more with excitement.
“Yes, yes, of course. I-no, all the people of Vetor admire His Majesty Arkan, but still, a wrong thing is a wrong thing, and to think of turning the King's stomach all day long when you're only just married, and then to tell you about it-oh, my God, where is the law?”
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