Julian refused, saying it was nonsense.
"Why would I pick another woman over you?"
It was so disgusting that it gave him goosebumps.
It was no use pretending to make a Queen.
"I don't even want to think about it."
Already in his mind, he imagined a strange woman coming between them, trying to block his gaze and touch towards Bridget.
"Don't waste my time with useless things."
It was not enough time to devote himself completely to her.
Julian lowered his head and buried his face in Bridget's shoulder.
"Every time you say something like that so casually, I feel like crying."
"Julian..."
"How incompetent must I be to you to say something like that?"
"No."
"..."
He regretted everything.
Rather than being obsessed with revenge, he should have strengthened his position as a King.
Don't run wild like a madman on the battlefield and waste your life.
Don't take death so lightly.
Don't pretend to be a scarecrow.
Don't neglect yourself.
Don't give up on anything.
If that were the case, Bridget wouldn't have had to go to such lengths to straighten out his hole.
But he had now learned the weight of the crown and was too tired to just throw it away and look at Bridgrt.
There was a lot to take responsibility for.
"Sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for, Julian."
“Nо.”
Julian shook his head, burying his face in Bridget's.
He lifted his hanging arms and hugged her back.
She had a thin and slender body.
I won't let you carry too much on your shoulders.
"I'll think of a better way."
***
As expected, Chancellor Langston was considering the timing of the bringing up of the Queen's question.
'I can't let the government become Queen.'
Even he, who was ridiculed as a lazy and fat dog in the political world, now knew better.
The young nobles and neutral figures gathered around the Count of Highbury were uniting into a new force called the New Royalist Party.
It's also Bridget who moves them and Julian who supports them.
The tectonic shifts that had been quietly occurring underwater were now creating changes so great that they were visible above ground.
Julian appointed rising powers to key positions.
He revised the national laws, established poorhouses to help the people, and strengthened the police to ensure security in every corner of the royal provinces.
The Central Palace now has a large number of experts from various fields coming and going, helping to reform the system.
In the process, corruption was rooted out.
It wasn't just the nobles of the Duke of Linchester's faction who were falling apart.
Although Chancellor Langston did not amass wealth and power as cruelly and greedily as the Duke of Linchester, he was willing to turn a blind eye to the corruption of many nobles to keep his position.
It was to continue the previous regime without much noise.
However, the nobles of the Langston faction that he had turned a blind eye to were also falling apart one by one without anyone knowing.
Now, noises were bursting out here and there.
The Chancellor felt pressured by the policies Julian was pushing.
The nobles of each faction began to fight.
Moreover, the people now began to praise and follow Julian.
Julian's way of doing politics was unstoppable as if he had no back.
He gave to the people without worrying about the nobles' opinions, and the people felt the changes in the kingdom day by day.
It was Impossible to refute the astonishing argument that the kingdom had a future only if it helped the people who had been devastated by the long war.
'My position is in danger.'
Power was slipping away like grains of sand from his clenched fist.
There was chaos above trying to suppress his power and chaos below wondering if I was just trying to be suppressed helplessly.
'The King's death was my power.'
Did Julian really overcome the curse?
'There is no longer any urging to find a successor to the throne.'
It wasn't that difficult of a task...
But it took too long and ended up being forgotten.
It was because he was so picky, trying to find a child who was young and Innocent and easy to rule as regent. He was too greedy.
'We should have found him a long time ago, driven out the King, and put someone in his place.'
Who would have thought that Julian would not die and would become interested in politics?
'I must make the Queen mine.'
Chancellor Langston had to make up for the humiliation he suffered at the hands of Julian, who had invaded his mansion the other day.
To do that, the first priority was to make sure that Bridget would not be able to take over the throne.
He called his adjutant and gave an order.
"Contact the members of the noble council secretly. Excluding the elders."
Chancellor Langston planned a secret meeting to check Bridget.
***
Bridget summoned Diane to the palace again.
"Is it possible?"
"I'll give it a try."
"Trust me, Sister. It'll be perfect!"
Bridget, Diane, and Leticia put their heads together.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
The sound of their whispers could not get through the walls.
Secret meetings were also taking place here.
A while ago, Bridget gave Leticia a mission.
Leticia was thrilled to finally be given the double agent mission.
'Steal a letter from your father's study!'
The task was to find and steal correspondence between the Duke of Linchester and the Count of Lunarock from his study.
Count Lunarock had pushed his daughter into being Bridget's maid but was still maintaining a relationship with the Duke of Linchester. He had a long and thin figure.
Leticia snatched away a few letters.
It was an ordinary letter, containing compliments and greetings about the gifts exchanged and ceremonial sayings.
The letters didn't have much content, so it wouldn't have been noticed if they disappeared.
"The Duke of Linchester has a very decorative and elegant handwriting."
Here, the upper tail is drawn with a graceful, wavy stroke, yet powerful...
Diane took up the magnifying glass and analyzed the Duke of Linchester's handwriting.
"The Duke has a habit of drawing circles clockwise, but oddly enough, he draws them counterclockwise only when writing capital letters. And when he puts a dot..."
Diane's analysis was endless.
"The pen most commonly used was probably a Lumentis fountain pen, which has the advantage of having a very sharp tip and being able to be extended."
Diane opened the pencil case she had brought. In fact, it wasn't a pencil case at all, but a huge live-tiered tool box. There were countless writing Instruments and small inks made by various craftsmen.
She copied a sentence exactly as shown to demonstrate.
"Wow."
Leticia applauded proudly as she compared Diane's copy of the Duke of Linchester's handwriting with the real thing.
Bridget also looked at it carefully and seemed satisfied.
"You said you copy fonts as a light hobby? That's amazing."
Bridget now knew how to interpret Diane's comments like "nothing much" and "a light hobby."
You can replace it with something like 'tremendous' or 'expert-level special skill'.
Diane had a hobby of imitating the calligraphy of her favorite old scholars.
She said that most of the records she collects are old, so while preserving and restoring them, she ended up copying the fonts.
"It's really just a trivial talent..."
Diane, speaking humbly, seemed so happy she didn't know what to do.
Countess Lunarock was disgusted and bored by her hobby.
After hearing nothing but nagging at her to stop doing such shady things, she felt like her heart was going to burst when she met someone who acknowledged it.
Diane's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
"Is it okay if I copy this ledger into the Duke of Linchester's handwriting?"
What Diane was pointing to was Isaac's human trafficking ledger.
This was a pretty serious secret meeting.
Diane and Leticia knew what they were getting into, and they got involved.
Leticia is a loyal confidant, and Diane is a return-the-kindness.
When Michael received Nigel's stolen belongings and read the memories contained within them, Diane decided to side with Bridget.
It was because she believed that Bridget would save the girls who had been taken by Nigel.
"Please, Miss Diane."
"Please leave it to me."
Bridget gave Diane a maid's room on the second floor of the building.
Because if she takes it home and works on it, she might get caught.
The plan was to have Diane come to the palace under the pretense of having a tea party and have her copy the ledgers in her spare time.
Security was essential for what we were about to do.
***
An unexpected guest came to visit me.
I didn't recognize him, who spoke as if he knew me.
'I heard that the nobles' meeting will send someone to discuss family matters.
I thought the public relations officer was coming.
However, for an ordinary public relations officer, his extravagant clothing and demeanor were unusual.
The man in his late forties, with sharp eyes, was tall and thin, and very elegant. In other words, he could be described as flawless.
He shook my hand and looked down at me.
"This is Lucas Linchester."
The eldest son of the Duke of Linchester smiled leisurely at me.
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