Thelma raised one eyebrow under her messy wig.
With only one arm around Delsh, she pretended to hit Dionina on the forehead with the other hand.
“You little brat, you have to give some kind of signal and move. We almost got into trouble.”
“What kind of signal? How do you give a signal there? There are so many eyes on you.”
“Anyway, thank you for your hard work.”
“That’s all.”
Dionina replied in a haughty voice. Thelma clicked her tongue as if she was dealing with a mischievous child, but smiled awkwardly.
“Remember, if anyone asks where this guy went...”
“Yes, yes, yes. I know.”
Dionina nodded like a child who doesn’t want to be nagged and raised her eyes exaggeratedly.
“Oh, well? He said he would explain the medicine to me, but then he suddenly said he had a stomachache and went back... It took a long time, so I came back alone. Where did he go?”
Dionina blinked after finishing her words.
“You can just pretend not to know and quickly get out, right?”
“It would be better to be less noisy.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Just answer once. And you should get out of here as quietly as possible. If possible, it would be best not to tell anyone about what you just explained.”
Dionina nodded and looked around to see if there were any signs of movement.
The backyard of the mansion, which was starting to get dark, was quiet. The smell of the medicine, which was bitter and warm, kept tugging at their nerves, and grew stronger as they forgot about it, stimulating the two of them.
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With only one arm around Delsh, she pretended to hit Dionina on the forehead with the other hand.
“You little brat, you have to give some kind of signal and move. We almost got into trouble.”
“What kind of signal? How do you give a signal there? There are so many eyes on you.”
“Anyway, thank you for your hard work.”
“That’s all.”
Dionina replied in a haughty voice. Thelma clicked her tongue as if she was dealing with a mischievous child, but smiled awkwardly.
“Remember, if anyone asks where this guy went...”
“Yes, yes, yes. I know.”
Dionina nodded like a child who doesn’t want to be nagged and raised her eyes exaggeratedly.
“Oh, well? He said he would explain the medicine to me, but then he suddenly said he had a stomachache and went back... It took a long time, so I came back alone. Where did he go?”
Dionina blinked after finishing her words.
“You can just pretend not to know and quickly get out, right?”
“It would be better to be less noisy.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Just answer once. And you should get out of here as quietly as possible. If possible, it would be best not to tell anyone about what you just explained.”
Dionina nodded and looked around to see if there were any signs of movement.
The backyard of the mansion, which was starting to get dark, was quiet. The smell of the medicine, which was bitter and warm, kept tugging at their nerves, and grew stronger as they forgot about it, stimulating the two of them.
“Then I’ll go,”
Thelma said.
Thelma said.
“Do you have to explain to me later what happened?”
There was no answer from Thelma. Dionina was not disappointed because it was expected. She glanced at the tightly closed medicine storage and quietly disappeared. Thelma covered Delsh's body with the dirty leather vest she was wearing, put on the flat hat she had stuffed in her pocket and went around the gravel road behind the backyard.
As people began to appear one by one, Thelma immediately got off Delsh and pretended to support him. The people, drunk on alcohol, music, and lights, were busy chatting and naturally did not pay attention to the shabby workers. However, there was one person who was watching Thelma closely. Thelma felt the gaze and moved her eyes under her disheveled hair and saw Savina looking in this direction. After confirming that Thelma had successfully completed her work, she disappeared into the mansion. It was a skillful movement that did not even brush shoulders with anyone despite the many people gathered around.
Thelma, who naturally supported Delsh, found the carriage without difficulty. As the door opened, Ayman, who had his bald head covered with a hat, grabbed Delsh by the collar and threw him into the carriage like a piece of luggage.
“Let’s get out quickly. Are you close?”
Ayman nodded at Thelma’s question.
“It’s close. You take him. I’ll drive the carriage.”
“Yes.”
The two switched places. When the carriage began to move with a jolt, Delsh, who had fainted, either from the impact of hitting his head or from the noise, opened his eyes abruptly. Soon, he let out a groan of pain.
“Ugh... What the hell is this..."
Delsh, who had been groaning while holding his throbbing head, shoulders, and arms, raised his head. At the same time, Thelma quickly took off the wig she was wearing on her head. At first, Delsh thought he was dreaming. But the moment the wagon wheel hit a rock and he fell on his butt, the pain came back vividly, proving that it was not a dream.
“Ah, ah, you! Ugh...!”
Delsh grimaced in pain and grabbed the back of his neck. Thelma leaned forward, the corners of her mouth pulling to both sides and forming a slippery curve.
“You recognize me? For a doctor who is stuck in a letter of resignation, your field of vision is wide?”
“Huh, how, this... What is this! What am I doing... Ugh!”
Delsh’s eyelids bulged as Thelma grabbed his neck. Thelma looked into Delsh’s eyes, who was gasping for breath with a face of astonishment, and whispered softly.
“Even if you are curious about what this is, just hold on for a moment. You will soon find out, your bones aching. If you make one more noise or thrash around and get on my nerves, it’ll be a lot quicker before you realize what’s going on. Do you understand?”
“Ugh, ugh... !”
“If I’m going to get beaten anyway, it’s better to be somewhere where I can stretch out my limbs and crawl around than a cramped place like this. Isn’t that right?”
Thelma’s fingers tightened as she laughed.
When Delsh’s bloodshot eyes slowly began to roll back, Thelma snorted and threw Delsh away. Thelma kicked Delsh, who was curled up while gagging and coughing at the same time and added a word.
“If you throw up here, I’ll teach you how to clean properly. How to clean in our Princess’s way. It’ll be a new experience, but you probably don’t want to experience it, right? So just keep your mouth shut and endure it.”
As the promise with the Kensilom smugglers drew closer, Arkan’s mind went through a complicated process of change.
The plan Erdene had come up with was excellent.
It was a way to tie up Count Trivi right there and not let him move.
It was also neat to have Damon, the Prince of Kensilom, accompany her secretly and leave the finishing touches of Count Trivi in his hands.
“Your Majesty.”
“Why, Plat.”
“Your brow is furrowed again.”
Arkan, who had been rolling his eyes at Plat, looked into the mirror.
There was a deep vertical line between his eyebrows.
He sighed and pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, then tilted his head back as if he was tired.
“Is there something on your mind?”
“You call that talking? It’s two days from now. The day they have to meet Kensilom’s sly moles.”
Plat blinked with an indifferent expression.
“Didn’t you already have the plan?”
“I did. It’s perfect.”
“But what are you worried about?”
Arkan, who had been closing his eyes with an annoyed expression, opened only one eye slightly and looked at Plat.
“What do you think I’m worried about, Plat? You tell me.”
Plat, who had been silent for a moment, answered in an ambiguous tone.
“Is it about His Majesty the Queen?”
Arkan groaned briefly and closed his eyes again.
“Why did you ask when you knew?”
Plat said.
“Don’t worry too much. I don’t think Her Majesty the Queen would be so thoughtless.”
“What?”
“The other party is Kensilom’s Minister of Foreign Affairs. He’s not a chicken that will be at the dinner table tonight. It would be refreshing to just cut his balls off, but Her Majesty knows that it would cause enormous problems. So...”
“Do you think I’m doing this because of that worry?”
Plat's brow furrowed slightly. Arkan slammed his palm on the desk and stood up.
“I want to step in and turn Count Trivi’s neck! I’m worried about the Queen.”
“...Weren’t you planning on sending Commander Wiziard along with the vice-captains, Your Majesty?”
“Does that mean I won’t worry?”
Plat smiled faintly, realizing that he had once again been worrying unnecessarily.
“I see, Your Majesty. You must be worried. I completely understand.”
“Do you really understand?”
“Of course.”
“Your expression tells me you don’t understand at all.”
“What can I do with my natural face?”
It was an unsatisfactory answer, but fortunately, Erdene came before Arkan could find fault with her again.
Plat greeted her more cheerfully than ever, and Erdene frowned slightly at his smiling face.
“Plat.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Did you eat something wrong?”
Platbanswered.
“Oh, it seems the cake I had for lunch has gone bad. Then I will leave.”
As he quickly left, Erdene’s puzzled gaze turned to Arkan this time.
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know.”
When Arkan responded bluntly, Erdene burst out laughing with her frowning expression.
“Why are you doing this?”
“What did I say?”
“You was upset .”
“I wasn’t upset. I was just a little annoyed.”
Erdene approached him with an amused expression, and Arkan didn’t stop her.
Erdene stretched out her arms toward Arkan and made a gesture as if she was going to hug him, but suddenly lowered her hands and started tickling his sides.
“What are you doing!”
Arkan tried to sound annoyed but ended up laughing.
Erdene didn’t stop tickling him until he raised both his hands and surrendered.
“Stop, stop! Got it! I said stop, ugh!”
“Are you going to be honest about what’s bothering you?”
“I understand, ugh, I understand. I said I understand!”
Only then did Erdene take her hands off his sides and smile smugly.
Arkan, who was panting, hugged her waist tightly. This time, Erdene didn’t stop him.
“This is serious torture, do you understand?”
Erdene burst out laughing at Arkan’s words as if she could hear even the most ridiculous things.
“That’s not funny anymore, Your Majesty.”
Thelma’s fingers tightened as she laughed.
When Delsh’s bloodshot eyes slowly began to roll back, Thelma snorted and threw Delsh away. Thelma kicked Delsh, who was curled up while gagging and coughing at the same time and added a word.
“If you throw up here, I’ll teach you how to clean properly. How to clean in our Princess’s way. It’ll be a new experience, but you probably don’t want to experience it, right? So just keep your mouth shut and endure it.”
***
As the promise with the Kensilom smugglers drew closer, Arkan’s mind went through a complicated process of change.
The plan Erdene had come up with was excellent.
It was a way to tie up Count Trivi right there and not let him move.
It was also neat to have Damon, the Prince of Kensilom, accompany her secretly and leave the finishing touches of Count Trivi in his hands.
“Your Majesty.”
“Why, Plat.”
“Your brow is furrowed again.”
Arkan, who had been rolling his eyes at Plat, looked into the mirror.
There was a deep vertical line between his eyebrows.
He sighed and pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, then tilted his head back as if he was tired.
“Is there something on your mind?”
“You call that talking? It’s two days from now. The day they have to meet Kensilom’s sly moles.”
Plat blinked with an indifferent expression.
“Didn’t you already have the plan?”
“I did. It’s perfect.”
“But what are you worried about?”
Arkan, who had been closing his eyes with an annoyed expression, opened only one eye slightly and looked at Plat.
“What do you think I’m worried about, Plat? You tell me.”
Plat, who had been silent for a moment, answered in an ambiguous tone.
“Is it about His Majesty the Queen?”
Arkan groaned briefly and closed his eyes again.
“Why did you ask when you knew?”
Plat said.
“Don’t worry too much. I don’t think Her Majesty the Queen would be so thoughtless.”
“What?”
“The other party is Kensilom’s Minister of Foreign Affairs. He’s not a chicken that will be at the dinner table tonight. It would be refreshing to just cut his balls off, but Her Majesty knows that it would cause enormous problems. So...”
“Do you think I’m doing this because of that worry?”
Plat's brow furrowed slightly. Arkan slammed his palm on the desk and stood up.
“I want to step in and turn Count Trivi’s neck! I’m worried about the Queen.”
“...Weren’t you planning on sending Commander Wiziard along with the vice-captains, Your Majesty?”
“Does that mean I won’t worry?”
Plat smiled faintly, realizing that he had once again been worrying unnecessarily.
“I see, Your Majesty. You must be worried. I completely understand.”
“Do you really understand?”
“Of course.”
“Your expression tells me you don’t understand at all.”
“What can I do with my natural face?”
It was an unsatisfactory answer, but fortunately, Erdene came before Arkan could find fault with her again.
Plat greeted her more cheerfully than ever, and Erdene frowned slightly at his smiling face.
“Plat.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Did you eat something wrong?”
Platbanswered.
“Oh, it seems the cake I had for lunch has gone bad. Then I will leave.”
As he quickly left, Erdene’s puzzled gaze turned to Arkan this time.
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know.”
When Arkan responded bluntly, Erdene burst out laughing with her frowning expression.
“Why are you doing this?”
“What did I say?”
“You was upset .”
“I wasn’t upset. I was just a little annoyed.”
Erdene approached him with an amused expression, and Arkan didn’t stop her.
Erdene stretched out her arms toward Arkan and made a gesture as if she was going to hug him, but suddenly lowered her hands and started tickling his sides.
“What are you doing!”
Arkan tried to sound annoyed but ended up laughing.
Erdene didn’t stop tickling him until he raised both his hands and surrendered.
“Stop, stop! Got it! I said stop, ugh!”
“Are you going to be honest about what’s bothering you?”
“I understand, ugh, I understand. I said I understand!”
Only then did Erdene take her hands off his sides and smile smugly.
Arkan, who was panting, hugged her waist tightly. This time, Erdene didn’t stop him.
“This is serious torture, do you understand?”
Erdene burst out laughing at Arkan’s words as if she could hear even the most ridiculous things.
“That’s not funny anymore, Your Majesty.”
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