“Miss Odette, come here. The master has something to say.”
Without asking for Odette's understanding, Dolly forcibly snatched the wooden box from her arms. Then she looked up and down her dress and said,
“But, Miss. That dress that exposes your shoulders and pretends to be a Saint is a bit much. Even if others don’t know it’s fake, don’t you know it yourself? I’m embarrassed.”
"Dol-"
Dolly interrupted me.
“What was the gift? His Majesty said that this gift would be a magic tool? The master asked.”
Odette was shocked by Dolly's consistently ill-mannered behavior, but she decided to let it go for now.
Because it's more important for the plan to go smoothly than to feel better right now.
“A ring of invisibility. They say that if you wear it and shout ‘invisibility,’ the wearer will become invisible. They say you will become invisible to others.”
“Wow. There’s a magic tool like that? I heard the prizes for the summer hunting tournament were really luxurious. Is that true?”
Dolly walked with Odette to where her father and Ferdinand were, looking impressed. Their expressions turned sour as they both saw the laurel wreath she had written.
'It's fortunate that this is the summer palace.'
If this were the Albrecht mansion, the level of harassment would have been beyond imagination.
Since everything went so well for Odette, it was natural for them to pursue her, and they probably harassed her until they felt better.
But it's different here. The perspective is different, and since it's inside the palace, it's hard for her father to run wild.
'That son of a bitch is obsessed with image management.'
Steady donations. A good influence that takes care of even the lowest class of people. Overflowing good stories.
Even during the times when he was struggling to make ends meet, he was a tyrant to his family, but he had a good image outside of the family.
Since Odette was put forward as the Purifier, he has become even more serious about managing his image. Recently, there have even been false rumors that he's the best person in the Empire, so that says it all.
“Go to the west wing.”
Her father spoke softly. His voice was filled with a deep sense of anger. Odette followed him and mouthed to Mrs. Becker.
'Father, can you stop him?'
But Mrs. Becker turned her head away, pretending not to see Odette's order.
'Huh?'
As the garden party began, a lighting ceremony was held. As the flower-decorated lights began to shine beautifully, several of the guests spoke to Odette, the star of the day.
“I’m sorry. Odette is sick.”
Her father declined their invitation to talk and dragged her out of the outdoor banquet hall.
The Emperor, who had deliberately sent Karl to the infirmary to have a conversation, also ordered the doctors to leave for a deeper conversation.
The Emperor, who entered the infirmary where there were only slaves, screamed in shock at the sight before his eyes.
“Whew!”
Because Karl's body, with his upper body exposed to receive treatment from the palace doctor, was truly a horrifying sight.
No place on his body wasn't bruised, and his skin was torn and split. It was so bad that it was hard to understand how he could have been standing there in that condition.
'It's not a wound or a stab wound, so why is the wound so deep?'
It was a wound that made him feel like Karl had fought four bears, not four assassins.
Wounds that looked close to having been torn apart by brute force.
The Emperor was moved. Karl fought so hard against those beasts for him.
“Karl.”
So the Emperor called Karl in a soft voice.
Looking at this makes the Emperor even more greedy. Who wouldn't want to have this as their knight?
'If I make him the captain of the guards, won't he come over? No. I'm giving him a high-ranking noble title. He used to be the Crown Prince, so if I make him a Count-'
But the Emperor's hopes were dashed by Karl's answer.
“Your Majesty, was it really necessary to send a palace doctor to come here when he wasn’t even treating me?”
The moderately affectionate and polite Karl from before was no longer there.
“What?”
Instead of answering, Karl just blanked his expression. It wasn't the blank expression of a normal person.
The eyes were completely emotionless. It was like the eyes of a Tin Knight from an imperial fairy tale.
'What's so creepy?'
The mechanical expression on the boy's face gave him a strangely unpleasant feeling.
Now that he thinks about it, that guy was like this when he was the Crown Prince of the Fenrir Kingdom.
At the age of seven, he dared to come to him for help. It was so creepy and unpleasant that the Emperor didn't want to offer him any help.
A child who gave him a strange creepy feeling.
It was a memory from 10 years ago, so the Emperor had completely forgotten it. Even when Karl came to ask for help, the eyes always looked at the Emperor of the empire as if he were an insect.
But how did it become so unpleasant compared to back then? No, it wasn't like this even when Karl was locked up in the detention center.
How should he put it, like a demon released from a seal-.
But the Emperor did not frown. At that time, he was sure that this guy was untameable, but now he knew it was different.
If this guy can be loyal to Odette, then why can't I make him loyal to me?
That's why he continued speaking in a soft voice.
“Are you really that hurt, Karl?”
Gregory. Has he ever tried to look good in his life like this?
It was a voice that made him feel touched even when he heard it, but Karl didn't even nod his head.
The eyes were sinister and red, emotionless and inhuman. Instead of looking at the Emperor, he just quietly chuckled.
“Still, it was worth it. I now know how to manage it.”
A very small hum. It was clear who Karl was thinking of, as his tone seemed to convey a strange sense of pleasure. It was the same smile he had when he stared at Odette earlier.
It seemed like he knew what he was controlling. For a moment, a suffocating feeling of oppression was emitted, but then it disappeared again in an instant.
He is practicing releasing his pressure, just like he is practicing breathing.
It wasn't the first time that the Emperor had encountered someone with such a strong and fearsome aura. He had encountered Transcendent beings many times, and right now, his son was an S-class Transcendent.
Even when appointing Victor, he encountered a sense of intimidation that was not suppressed at all.
But this was the first time he felt such a cursed, murky, sticky feeling of oppression.
'This kid is not normal.'
The Emperor, who was panting under the pressure and unable to speak rashly, was certain that this was a man who should not even be tried to be tamed.
The Emperor barely opened his mouth, unable to even open his mouth to say anything about changing the master.
“Yeah, yeah. He said he just came to check on you. I’ll be going now.”
No matter what, it's a shame to just leave. The moment he forces himself to say goodbye,
“Are you still here?”
Karl simply answered like that.
Still practicing releasing the pressure and then pulling it back.
“Oh. And Your Majesty, I have a word of advice for you. Watch your mouth from now on. If you talk nonsense about my master one more time, I will tear out your tongue.”
The Emperor, feeling terrified, nodded without even realizing that he was the Emperor. After confirming this, Karl waved his hand as if telling the Emperor to get out.
It was clear that the Emperor was returning the insult he had previously inflicted on Odette.
'You crazy kid.'
Those eyes aren't normal. It was creepy how he could act like a normal human being in front of everyone earlier.
Was the Kingdom of Fenrir the only nation in the entire continent that did not believe in the sun God?
The Emperor had a thought that seemed out of place in the 19th century. Perhaps the theory that the Fenrir clan was a race that had black hair because they killed the sun God and were excluded from light was true.
The feeling of oppression was different from that of a transcendent being.
If the intimidation of the S-class Transcendents was like the sun, then Karl's intimidation was like a deep darkness.
As if walking through hell or death.
'I'd rather tame the transcendent.'
They even had the perfect reins called 'Purifiers'. If the Emperor secured a Purifier, he could use the Transcendents as soldiers.
On the other hand, isn't that a completely unbridled beast?
The Emperor felt fortunate that Odette had taken it from him.
The place where Odette was taken by the Count's hands was the prayer room located in the west wing of the summer palace.
The Summer Palace was bustling everywhere at the moment, so the only place that was deserted was the West Wing of the palace.
The Count, fearing that he might be discovered by the palace maids, chose a small prayer room as the place of interrogation.
“I would have told you to confess right away. If you deny it and immediately say, ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ do I look so stupid that I would let it slide?”
It had been two hours since Odette had been kneeling on the hard floor in that suffocatingly small space.
Without asking for Odette's understanding, Dolly forcibly snatched the wooden box from her arms. Then she looked up and down her dress and said,
“But, Miss. That dress that exposes your shoulders and pretends to be a Saint is a bit much. Even if others don’t know it’s fake, don’t you know it yourself? I’m embarrassed.”
"Dol-"
Dolly interrupted me.
“What was the gift? His Majesty said that this gift would be a magic tool? The master asked.”
Odette was shocked by Dolly's consistently ill-mannered behavior, but she decided to let it go for now.
Because it's more important for the plan to go smoothly than to feel better right now.
“A ring of invisibility. They say that if you wear it and shout ‘invisibility,’ the wearer will become invisible. They say you will become invisible to others.”
“Wow. There’s a magic tool like that? I heard the prizes for the summer hunting tournament were really luxurious. Is that true?”
Dolly walked with Odette to where her father and Ferdinand were, looking impressed. Their expressions turned sour as they both saw the laurel wreath she had written.
'It's fortunate that this is the summer palace.'
If this were the Albrecht mansion, the level of harassment would have been beyond imagination.
Since everything went so well for Odette, it was natural for them to pursue her, and they probably harassed her until they felt better.
But it's different here. The perspective is different, and since it's inside the palace, it's hard for her father to run wild.
'That son of a bitch is obsessed with image management.'
Steady donations. A good influence that takes care of even the lowest class of people. Overflowing good stories.
Even during the times when he was struggling to make ends meet, he was a tyrant to his family, but he had a good image outside of the family.
Since Odette was put forward as the Purifier, he has become even more serious about managing his image. Recently, there have even been false rumors that he's the best person in the Empire, so that says it all.
“Go to the west wing.”
Her father spoke softly. His voice was filled with a deep sense of anger. Odette followed him and mouthed to Mrs. Becker.
'Father, can you stop him?'
But Mrs. Becker turned her head away, pretending not to see Odette's order.
'Huh?'
As the garden party began, a lighting ceremony was held. As the flower-decorated lights began to shine beautifully, several of the guests spoke to Odette, the star of the day.
“I’m sorry. Odette is sick.”
Her father declined their invitation to talk and dragged her out of the outdoor banquet hall.
***
The Emperor, who had deliberately sent Karl to the infirmary to have a conversation, also ordered the doctors to leave for a deeper conversation.
The Emperor, who entered the infirmary where there were only slaves, screamed in shock at the sight before his eyes.
“Whew!”
Because Karl's body, with his upper body exposed to receive treatment from the palace doctor, was truly a horrifying sight.
No place on his body wasn't bruised, and his skin was torn and split. It was so bad that it was hard to understand how he could have been standing there in that condition.
'It's not a wound or a stab wound, so why is the wound so deep?'
It was a wound that made him feel like Karl had fought four bears, not four assassins.
Wounds that looked close to having been torn apart by brute force.
The Emperor was moved. Karl fought so hard against those beasts for him.
“Karl.”
So the Emperor called Karl in a soft voice.
Looking at this makes the Emperor even more greedy. Who wouldn't want to have this as their knight?
'If I make him the captain of the guards, won't he come over? No. I'm giving him a high-ranking noble title. He used to be the Crown Prince, so if I make him a Count-'
But the Emperor's hopes were dashed by Karl's answer.
“Your Majesty, was it really necessary to send a palace doctor to come here when he wasn’t even treating me?”
The moderately affectionate and polite Karl from before was no longer there.
“What?”
Instead of answering, Karl just blanked his expression. It wasn't the blank expression of a normal person.
The eyes were completely emotionless. It was like the eyes of a Tin Knight from an imperial fairy tale.
'What's so creepy?'
The mechanical expression on the boy's face gave him a strangely unpleasant feeling.
Now that he thinks about it, that guy was like this when he was the Crown Prince of the Fenrir Kingdom.
At the age of seven, he dared to come to him for help. It was so creepy and unpleasant that the Emperor didn't want to offer him any help.
A child who gave him a strange creepy feeling.
It was a memory from 10 years ago, so the Emperor had completely forgotten it. Even when Karl came to ask for help, the eyes always looked at the Emperor of the empire as if he were an insect.
But how did it become so unpleasant compared to back then? No, it wasn't like this even when Karl was locked up in the detention center.
How should he put it, like a demon released from a seal-.
But the Emperor did not frown. At that time, he was sure that this guy was untameable, but now he knew it was different.
If this guy can be loyal to Odette, then why can't I make him loyal to me?
That's why he continued speaking in a soft voice.
“Are you really that hurt, Karl?”
Gregory. Has he ever tried to look good in his life like this?
It was a voice that made him feel touched even when he heard it, but Karl didn't even nod his head.
The eyes were sinister and red, emotionless and inhuman. Instead of looking at the Emperor, he just quietly chuckled.
“Still, it was worth it. I now know how to manage it.”
A very small hum. It was clear who Karl was thinking of, as his tone seemed to convey a strange sense of pleasure. It was the same smile he had when he stared at Odette earlier.
It seemed like he knew what he was controlling. For a moment, a suffocating feeling of oppression was emitted, but then it disappeared again in an instant.
He is practicing releasing his pressure, just like he is practicing breathing.
It wasn't the first time that the Emperor had encountered someone with such a strong and fearsome aura. He had encountered Transcendent beings many times, and right now, his son was an S-class Transcendent.
Even when appointing Victor, he encountered a sense of intimidation that was not suppressed at all.
But this was the first time he felt such a cursed, murky, sticky feeling of oppression.
'This kid is not normal.'
The Emperor, who was panting under the pressure and unable to speak rashly, was certain that this was a man who should not even be tried to be tamed.
The Emperor barely opened his mouth, unable to even open his mouth to say anything about changing the master.
“Yeah, yeah. He said he just came to check on you. I’ll be going now.”
No matter what, it's a shame to just leave. The moment he forces himself to say goodbye,
“Are you still here?”
Karl simply answered like that.
Still practicing releasing the pressure and then pulling it back.
“Oh. And Your Majesty, I have a word of advice for you. Watch your mouth from now on. If you talk nonsense about my master one more time, I will tear out your tongue.”
The Emperor, feeling terrified, nodded without even realizing that he was the Emperor. After confirming this, Karl waved his hand as if telling the Emperor to get out.
It was clear that the Emperor was returning the insult he had previously inflicted on Odette.
'You crazy kid.'
Those eyes aren't normal. It was creepy how he could act like a normal human being in front of everyone earlier.
Was the Kingdom of Fenrir the only nation in the entire continent that did not believe in the sun God?
The Emperor had a thought that seemed out of place in the 19th century. Perhaps the theory that the Fenrir clan was a race that had black hair because they killed the sun God and were excluded from light was true.
The feeling of oppression was different from that of a transcendent being.
If the intimidation of the S-class Transcendents was like the sun, then Karl's intimidation was like a deep darkness.
As if walking through hell or death.
'I'd rather tame the transcendent.'
They even had the perfect reins called 'Purifiers'. If the Emperor secured a Purifier, he could use the Transcendents as soldiers.
On the other hand, isn't that a completely unbridled beast?
The Emperor felt fortunate that Odette had taken it from him.
***
The place where Odette was taken by the Count's hands was the prayer room located in the west wing of the summer palace.
The Summer Palace was bustling everywhere at the moment, so the only place that was deserted was the West Wing of the palace.
The Count, fearing that he might be discovered by the palace maids, chose a small prayer room as the place of interrogation.
“I would have told you to confess right away. If you deny it and immediately say, ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ do I look so stupid that I would let it slide?”
It had been two hours since Odette had been kneeling on the hard floor in that suffocatingly small space.
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