'Pillow Lie.'
A magical wish that the government whispers to the male in return for spending a long night together.
The male, who had eaten as much as he wanted and was completely relaxed, easily granted what the female wanted.
'That's how she got the palace, too.'
Although she pretended not to on the outside, everyone thought so.
In a short time, what Titi got from the Emperor was not just the palace.
The famous camellia garden and maple forest in the palace were designated as the temporary area of the Repetto Palace where Titi stayed.
It was like giving a part of the palace to the government.
On top of that, they said that they would acknowledge Titi as a VIP and give the Repetto Palace an annual budget.
What else could this be but a pillow lie?
In a situation where everyone was keeping quiet while watching the Emperor's face, treating the government openly was bound to be an interesting topic of conversation.
Now that the Emperor was away, the nobles who had been laughing quietly were becoming more and more open toward Titi.
It was proof that Titi had not yet tilted the balance of power in his favor.
Titi had become a laughing stock in an instant.
The Count, who belatedly understood Grower’s meaning, ran wild in front of him.
“What kind of rude behavior is this toward my daughter! I will request an audience with His Majesty immediately!”
He brought up the Emperor, the weapon of the Louvre family.
But Grower was not listening.
“Oh, I apologize. I think I have become savage after rolling around on the battlefield for so long. I hope Your Grace understands.”
The words he had uttered as a joke just now flowed out of Grower’s mouth.
Grower grinned at Edro, who had become thoughtful, showing his fierce teeth.
“And if you are angry, why do you run to His Majesty instead of drawing your sword? If the Count does that, then it would be like accepting what I said. If that happens, only Lady Titi will be pitiful.”
Grower clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry.
Edro, who was filled with anger, shook his fist. But in the end, he could do nothing.
They may look human, but their bodies are beasts.
The hierarchy between herbivores and carnivores is based on primal instincts.
Most civil servants, scholars, or prime ministers were herbivores, while many generals who were famous for their military power or those who focused on politics were carnivores. Since omnivores served as the middlemen, there were very few cases where true herbivores and carnivores encroached on that implicit territory.
“That... that.”
Edro sweats profusely.
In the meantime, the First Knights, who saw the Duke and the Commander-in-Chief together, rushed to the place where the commotion was.
“What is going on that both of you are gathered here?”
They were all coyote beastmen.
They looked at the Count standing in front of the general with puzzled eyes.
Edro's back gradually bent down among the carnivores.
'If they knew that I was savage.'
The difference between the deer and the coyote group facing each other across the invisible boundary was stark.
Edro's body was about to touch the ground.
The Duke standing in front of the coyotes opened his mouth.
"Count Louvre."
"...Yes, yes."
The top of the food chain pressed Edro's answer.
"You still don't know the price of being careless with your mouth."
It was a monotonous tone.
However, to the Count's ears, it sounded like he was going to learn from now on.
At that moment, a sharp ear sprouted next to Edro's curly hair.
"Oh my."
"Oh my."
How absurd.
Edro's face turned bright red at the sighs heard from all over.
In a place with so many people gathered it was embarrassing to show not only claws but also animal-shaped ears. It meant that he couldn’t control his emotions.
“I made a slip of the tongue, Your Highness. Please forgive me...”
“An apology. To my subordinates?”
“...I made a slip of the tongue. I’m so sorry.”
Edro had no choice but to bow his head in front of everyone.
Madame Delsey picked up her husband, who had his tail tied shabbily and slipped through the crowd, leaving Titi alone. Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched the Count and Countess, who were turning their backs on each other with an attitude of.
“When will they have their daughter?”
Some of them even pitied Titi, who was left alone.
“Perhaps Lady Titi’s words helped too.”
“That’s right.”
Titi's tears welled up in her eyes at the sympathetic consolation.
"Everyone..."
The young master, who was moved by the gratitude, handed her a handkerchief.
Titi wiped away her tears with it and tried to smile.
"Thank you all. Although it was just my mistake... I hope that the request I made to His Majesty was of some help."
With those words, her wet eyes turned to the Duke.
"As an apology, may I ask you to dance?"
Her clean face looked up at the Duke.
It was a pitiful sight that made the Emperor smile.
To ask for a dance even after seeing the Count being kicked out just now. Levro, who was standing next to Sepia and watching the scene, stuck out her tongue and said, "That's amazing."
Titi waited for Roxanne's answer.
Soon, his beautiful face showed a calm smile, and the females around her let out deep admiration.
The man who had been like a cold-blooded beast when dealing with the Count suddenly gave off a sweet aura.
Any woman in this place would want to catch his eye.
Envy of Titi who bravely requested to dance.
However, the owner of those eyes had already been decided.
“I would like to dedicate my first dance to the Empress, my benefactor.”
Roxanne, who had her back to Titi, turned her footsteps toward Sepia.
Countless gazes followed his movements. Even toward Sepia, who was the subject of the gaze.
“Would you please allow me to dance?”
Sepia hesitated, looking at the hand extended. Their gazes, knowing each other but not knowing each other, were intertwined in the air.
“...Yes.”
Sepia raised her hand.
The quintet announcing a new dance rang out.
Sepia entered the dance hall with Roxanne.
This was the first time she had become an Empress and danced with a man other than Demios.
As if trying to change the mood, this performance was a lively waltz.
The partners faced each other and bowed gracefully.
The dance began as Roxanne’s arm wrapped around Sepia’s waist and they held each other’s hands.
Following the beautiful melody, his body came closer and then further away, and then circled around, becoming as close as if they were going to be held in his arms.
Roxanne asked in the middle of the dance,
“Are you upset?”
In fact, it would be a lie if it wasn’t.
However, Sepia didn’t want her identity to be revealed either, so it was a draw.
When she didn’t answer, Roxanne continued.
“Roxanne is my childhood name. It’s a name my mother gave me when I was young, hoping that I would become a guardian angel. I’ve lived by that name ever since I left for the expedition. I have a deeper attachment to that name than you might think.”
Titi's tears welled up in her eyes at the sympathetic consolation.
"Everyone..."
The young master, who was moved by the gratitude, handed her a handkerchief.
Titi wiped away her tears with it and tried to smile.
"Thank you all. Although it was just my mistake... I hope that the request I made to His Majesty was of some help."
With those words, her wet eyes turned to the Duke.
"As an apology, may I ask you to dance?"
Her clean face looked up at the Duke.
It was a pitiful sight that made the Emperor smile.
To ask for a dance even after seeing the Count being kicked out just now. Levro, who was standing next to Sepia and watching the scene, stuck out her tongue and said, "That's amazing."
Titi waited for Roxanne's answer.
Soon, his beautiful face showed a calm smile, and the females around her let out deep admiration.
The man who had been like a cold-blooded beast when dealing with the Count suddenly gave off a sweet aura.
Any woman in this place would want to catch his eye.
Envy of Titi who bravely requested to dance.
However, the owner of those eyes had already been decided.
“I would like to dedicate my first dance to the Empress, my benefactor.”
Roxanne, who had her back to Titi, turned her footsteps toward Sepia.
Countless gazes followed his movements. Even toward Sepia, who was the subject of the gaze.
“Would you please allow me to dance?”
Sepia hesitated, looking at the hand extended. Their gazes, knowing each other but not knowing each other, were intertwined in the air.
“...Yes.”
Sepia raised her hand.
The quintet announcing a new dance rang out.
Sepia entered the dance hall with Roxanne.
This was the first time she had become an Empress and danced with a man other than Demios.
As if trying to change the mood, this performance was a lively waltz.
The partners faced each other and bowed gracefully.
The dance began as Roxanne’s arm wrapped around Sepia’s waist and they held each other’s hands.
Following the beautiful melody, his body came closer and then further away, and then circled around, becoming as close as if they were going to be held in his arms.
Roxanne asked in the middle of the dance,
“Are you upset?”
In fact, it would be a lie if it wasn’t.
However, Sepia didn’t want her identity to be revealed either, so it was a draw.
When she didn’t answer, Roxanne continued.
“Roxanne is my childhood name. It’s a name my mother gave me when I was young, hoping that I would become a guardian angel. I’ve lived by that name ever since I left for the expedition. I have a deeper attachment to that name than you might think.”
There must have been a reason why he used that name on the battlefield. For example, he desperately wanted someone to be a guardian angel.
And since it was a name given to him by his deceased mother, it must have had a very special meaning to him.
Her heart was slightly relieved when she found out that it wasn’t an alias.
Sepia, who followed the lead and took a turn, blurted out a word to him.
“I didn’t know. That you were a Duke...”
He knew and she didn’t.
He must have felt resentful at the gap.
At the time, she thought it was okay, but Roxanne appeared far beyond Sepia’s expectations.
“I didn’t approach you to get help from Your Majesty the Empress.”
He clearly corrected the tiny bit of misunderstanding that remained.
‘Then why...?’
Was there any other reason for the Duke to approach the Empress?
Roxanne answered with eyes mixed with doubt.
“Because you were someone I really wanted to see, regardless of your status.”
Me?
Sepia looked surprised.
It was still difficult to understand his true intentions.
“When did you start thinking like that?”
“Since three years ago. No, actually, since even longer than that.”
Their golden eyes met for a moment, looking unusually deep.
Turn again.
Sepia moved her body to the beat but pondered the meaning of those words.
Three years ago, he had been on the battlefield.
It had just been two years since Sepia had become Empress.
The biggest event that year would have to be the passing of the former Empress.
However, there was virtually no political change.
Since the former Empress had been unconscious before Sepia became Empress, all power had already passed to Demios.
'There was no contact between me and him.'
This was certain.
What does it mean to be longer than that?
It might not have had any special meaning, but it bothered her for no reason.
As Sepia's mind grew deeper, he asked,
"So, would you like to call me Roxanne?"
We were already close friends.
And since it was a name given to him by his deceased mother, it must have had a very special meaning to him.
Her heart was slightly relieved when she found out that it wasn’t an alias.
Sepia, who followed the lead and took a turn, blurted out a word to him.
“I didn’t know. That you were a Duke...”
He knew and she didn’t.
He must have felt resentful at the gap.
At the time, she thought it was okay, but Roxanne appeared far beyond Sepia’s expectations.
“I didn’t approach you to get help from Your Majesty the Empress.”
He clearly corrected the tiny bit of misunderstanding that remained.
‘Then why...?’
Was there any other reason for the Duke to approach the Empress?
Roxanne answered with eyes mixed with doubt.
“Because you were someone I really wanted to see, regardless of your status.”
Me?
Sepia looked surprised.
It was still difficult to understand his true intentions.
“When did you start thinking like that?”
“Since three years ago. No, actually, since even longer than that.”
Their golden eyes met for a moment, looking unusually deep.
Turn again.
Sepia moved her body to the beat but pondered the meaning of those words.
Three years ago, he had been on the battlefield.
It had just been two years since Sepia had become Empress.
The biggest event that year would have to be the passing of the former Empress.
However, there was virtually no political change.
Since the former Empress had been unconscious before Sepia became Empress, all power had already passed to Demios.
'There was no contact between me and him.'
This was certain.
What does it mean to be longer than that?
It might not have had any special meaning, but it bothered her for no reason.
As Sepia's mind grew deeper, he asked,
"So, would you like to call me Roxanne?"
We were already close friends.
There was no falsehood in his face as he spoke.
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