The night Bridget moved to the Palace of Serus.
Chancellor Langston returned home in a good mood after drinking with his friends.
He was the only one who could wield the royal power to his heart's content, replacing Julian, who had declared himself a puppet.
But Bridget, knowingly or unknowingly, came between him and Julian and exerted her influence.
'That vixen woman.'
At that moment, he was starting to feel a sense of crisis toward Bridget and was holding back.
For some unknown reason, Julian's favor was broken.
Could there be anything more refreshing than this?
Chancellor Langston hummed a tune as he got out of the carriage.
"What? Since it's so late, did everyone fall asleep before the owner came?"
They must have heard the carriage coming in, but not a single servant came out to greet It.
"These lazy bastards!"
He clicked his tongue and called the butler.
He was a little staggering around, drunk.
No matter how much he called, no one came out of the front door.
The mansion was pitch black, with not a single light on.
"Hey!"
He opened the front door wide and entered the lobby.
At that moment, even though he wasn't of sound mind, he felt a cold energy.
When he realizes something is wrong...
"Are you coming now?"
A voice that shouldn't be heard here was heard.
"Your Majesty?"
Chancellor Langston's eyes widened.
A lobby shrouded in darkness.
A ray of moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his bloodshot eyes.
"...!"
Julian came out of the darkness, walking slowly.
He looked at Chancellor Langston with a crooked expression, bathed in the soft moonlight streaming down from the middle of the lobby.
"Your Majesty, why are you here...."
Something felt ominous...
He could tell just by looking at Julian's face.
That nothing good will ever happen.
At that moment, someone's urgent voice was heard from the side.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
Chancellor Langston was startled and only then looked around.
Shadow knights were lined up along the lobby walls like armor on display.
And the knights held the servants of the Marquis of Langston's family, including their butlers, with their mouths gagged.
They stood there motionless, shedding tears as if they had been threatened to not make a sound.
It was the butler who raised his voice to inform the prime minister of the situation.
"What is this, Your Majesty?"
Chancellor Langston seemed to have sobered up.
He had seen a similar sight three years ago.
The imperial palace turned into a sea of blood.
Queen Dowager Josephine and the former King were torn apart. Josephine's close associates...
A cold sweat ran down his spine and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
Julian walked quietly and stood in front of Chancellor Langston.
"You made Bridget move her residence."
"Huh? Oh, oh. Well, I thought it would be right to do that"
"Why are you making that judgment?"
"..."
Chancellor Langston just rolled his big eyes around.
It was clear that Bridget and Julian's relationship was doomed.
The atmosphere was tense, and he checked with several people.
"Your Majesty I tried not to let you worry..."
"I thought it was politics that I entrusted to you, not my personal life. Did I seem like an idiot who couldn't even figure that out?"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Julian glared coldly at Chancellor Langston.
"Ugh!"
A merciless hand grabbed the prime minister's neck.
The prime minister looked up at Julian, trembling.
It was a look of murderous intent.
'I'm going to die.'
But Julian did not swing his sword or order his shadow knight to kill.
He just spoke with a lot of anger in his voice.
"Did I ever give the Prime Minister the authority to Interfere in matters between me and her?"
"Ah, no... Ugh, no..."
"Don't look down on Bridget. The reason I'm not killing you today is because of Bridget's wish for me to become a Saint."
Julian released the strength from his hands.
Chancellor Langston, who had been wrapping his arms around his neck reflexively, sank to the ground as his legs gave out.
Before long, all the shadow knights had disappeared, and terrified employees were lying around, either lying down or passed out.
Chancellor Langston answered, prostrating himself cowardly.
"I will keep that in mind!"
Julian leisurely left the Marquis Langston mansion.
"Don't come out for no reason. Tsk..."
Julian was angry at Bridget and his heart was broken.
He still hasn't decided what to do with her.
But he was even more upset when he heard that Chancellor Langston had come forward and banished her to another palace.
'You dare.'
Who is telling who to do this and that?
Even if he was angry at her, he was the only one who could do it, and even if he was the only one who could give orders, he was the only one who could give them.
Aside from forgiving her, Julian couldn't stand her being touched by someone else.
***
Lately, Leticia has been busy keeping an eye on the situation, going back and forth between the King's bedroom and the Serus Palace.
What was the atmosphere like yesterday? What is the atmosphere like today? How will it change tomorrow?
She climbed up the hill inside the palace and used a telescope to look around and secretly watch Julian come and go.
It was to find out his mood.
'Is this truly a catastrophe, or some kind of love quarrel?'
Leticia was not at the Central Palace on the day Bridget and Julian argued, so she did not know what happened.
However, based on her experience of reading all kinds of gossip in depth, she thinks that when lovers who were on good terms suddenly fall out overnight, it is more likely to be a love quarrel than a breakup.
'Still, just in case, I should check carefully.'
Sometimes, some couples end up breaking up because they are too proud of their love life.
What about Julian and Bridget?
Leticia thought that since Bridget didn't have much pride, it would be nice if she could just find out Julian's true feelings.
'Your Majesty, all people die. The time we spend loving each other is not enough.'
Leticia, who had been walking around with her eyes and ears open, heard some exciting news.
'His Majesty broke into Chancellor Langston's mansion last night?'
She overheard Millea's conversation with her confidant.
Leticia knew all the best places to eavesdrop on conversations.
She was sure.
'This is absolutely not a breakup.'
She had no idea about the complex and stale conflict between Bridget and Julian.
So she looked at the situation more objectively and simply than Millea.
'His Majesty is being sarcastic and trying to save his pride!'
In times like these, there was one very good method.
Leticia knew just as many good places to eavesdrop as she did places to spill the beans.
***
Julian was walking down the central palace corridor with an expressionless face.
The air seemed to get colder wherever he passed.
No one dared come forward to greet him.
Everyone was quick to avoid Julian from afar.
So his surroundings were always quiet.
But today was a little different.
"We're in trouble!"
From somewhere, a young voice came over the corridor wall and reached Julian's ears.
It was a somewhat familiar voice.
Was that the young maid that Bridget had?
Julian tried to pass by without paying attention. But...
"If this continues, Mrs. Winston will be in trouble. Sob, sob. She collapsed yesterday too."
"...!"
Julian stopped walking.
Leticia was crying and telling someone about Bridget.
"She hasn't eaten or even had a sip of water for days now. Ever since she moved to the palace, she's stopped eating or drinking, and she acts like someone who's just waiting for the day to die. Sob! Sob!"
Julian's face distorted.
He clenched his teeth and immediately turned around and went back the way he had come.
Then, finally, he flew over the palace walls and ran to the palace of Serus.
Leticia, peeking out from behind a pillar in the hallway, looked at Julian's back.
Looking at the direction, it seemed Iike he was planning to go straight through the Serus Palace.
'Love fights can be solved somehow if you look at each other's faces.'
Although Leticia had never been in a relationship, he was very knowledgeable.
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