I was angry.
I was so angry and upset that I couldn't stand it.
It was because of Julian's nonchalant words.
When a loved one becomes ill, you want to make sure that they are treated in every way you can.
My obsession with Queen Beatrice's records was in the same vein.
If there was any chance that would make his heart beat one more day, I wanted to hold on to it.
I felt like I was willing to give up my life.
But what?
'Hope torture?'
I bit my lip.
I called Leticia.
"Did you call me, Miss Bridget?"
"Leticia. You're familiar with socialities, aren't you?"
Leticia rolled her eyes.
"I don't know... Focus on a specific sport."
"It's a story about policing."
"Oh, I'm sure so!"
Leticia's eyes lit up.
I smiled elegantly and sharply.
'Julian, how can you give up your life without me?'
It was me who lifted Julian, who had dropped everything helplessly and waited for his death.
There was nothing I couldn't do twice.
***
"Your Majesty!"
The servant rushed over.
Ignoring the nobles who had come to appeal, Julian, who was meeting with the royal knights about the elimination of bandits, frowned.
It was as if the nobles were pushing their way into the operation room.
But what the servant whispered in Julian's ear was something he never expected.
"Miss Bridget has a tea party, no, a banquet... It's open."
The servant did not know whether to call Bridget's event a tea party or a banquet.
It was too sudden and small to be a banquet.
However, it was not a tea party, instead refreshments, alcohol, and snacks were prepared, and above all...
'Promiscuous.'
Jullian glared at him as if to reproach him for rushing to the banquet.
Then, the frustrated servant whispered more.
"Well, that's the banquet hall of Cerus..."
Cerus Palace?
In a place infamous as the abandoned abode of the King's women, Bridget walks in on her own and holds a banquet?
But that wasn't the only shocking thing.
"All the handsome men in the capital were brought in."
"...!"
Handsome? Or several?
Julian clenched his fists.
He was agitated for a moment, but he calmly suppressed his feelings.
"She's doing this on purpose because she's angry."
Bridget's inner thoughts were clearly read.
He's trying to draw out his jealousy because of a past argument.
Julian chose not to waver.
Hasn't he decided to torture himself with hope anymore?
"Let them enjoy themselves."
He was going to die anyway, and then he wanted Bridget to find a good guy, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to let her find a guy she liked at this time...
"Ha, but people like Percival Windermere, who impregnated several women and sent several to the convent because he was not responsible, and Lynelle Darlington, who sowed rumors with noble ladies, and Victor Ravens, who was rumored to have crippled the mistress in two with his cruel and violent sleeping arrangements, were invited into the palace of Cerus..."
Stood.
"I'm going to be away for a while, so we can continue the meeting."
He ran faster than he spoke, and his voice was heard outside the door.
The servant followed closely, but Julian was already gone.
***
Bridget sat among the scandalous handsome men.
The men who had accepted the invitation quickly realized that only flirtatious hooligans had gathered there.
Still, she did not leave the palace of Cerus.
Bridget was clear about what she wanted, and they didn't want to be left out of this much fun as they were always looking for stimulation.
"You have eyes like a beautiful lake. It's an honor to meet you."
"Thank you for giving me the honor of being with someone so special. I'd love to hear from Miss Bridget."
"I can feel the depth of your smile somehow. Tell me. I want to comfort you."
The men approached her with seductive words and were anxious to curry favor with her.
It was a gathering of famous flirts in the kingdom.
The men, who knew each other by hearsay, each had in his heart that he was the best.
It was a place to prove it.
I'm going to seduce Bridget somehow.
Of course, they did know that she was the King's woman.
But those who gathered here were not the ones who seduced a woman by considering whether she had a mate or not.
The cowards who were afraid of such things did not even set foot in the palace in the first place.
A man had been gently stroking Bridget's earlobe, suggesting that something had stuck to her hair.
Bang!
The door to the hall slammed open.
Bridget looked at Julian, unsurprised.
He knew he had come through the Magi steam.
"Bridget."
Julian strode over and glared at her.
Her hair and dress were disheveled, and her breathing was short.
The dimly lit interior is filled with strong liquor and sticky music.
Bridget sat at an angle on her couch, surrounded by handsome men.
At her feet, on her head, and on the floor, there were men with sinister faces.
The men were momentarily frightened by Julian, but when Bridget looked at him unmoved, they remained in their seats.
"Are you here, Your Majesty?"
Bridget's blank gaze turned Julian's stomach upside down.
You sat in the middle of the other men and said, 'Are you here, Your Majesty?'.
It felt like blood was gushing upside down.
Julian's red eyes were alive.
"Ugh...!"
"Great."
The men recoiled, choking at the magi that weighed them down.
A head-rending fear gripped his body.
The men, who boasted that they were the best of them all, curled up their tails when they were faced with a truly strong male.
They've all been invited by Bridget, and they haven't done anything with her yet.
They had at least once been caught promiscuous by the husband, fiance, or lover of a woman who was having an affair.
They drank and hung out together, and it was enough to smirk and be shameless.
But now it was daunting.
A big, strong boss man.
Julian was a ruler.
The men were overwhelmed and instinctively lowered their eyes and flinched.
"Get out."
At Julian's words, everyone broke and ran out of the hall.
A handful of musicians and maids all slipped away.
There was silence.
Bridget let out a small sigh.
"I needed comfort."
"Up? Do you know what they're like?"
"I've heard that men are exceptionally talented at pleasing women."
"That's why you deliberately summoned the revelers to the palace?"
"Well, should I have gotten out? To a place where you cannot see and hear not?"
"Are you serious?"
Bridget replied immediately.
"Nope."
"But why are you doing this?"
"Be jealous and insecure because of me."
"..."
Julian was speechless.
Bridget wasn't trying to fight for pride.
The fight between the two was a waste of time.
She knew they loved each other, but she didn't want to waste her time with words that weren't meant to be.
She just wanted Julian to realize.
"You can't leave me, Julian. You're running to me because you're worried that I've hung out with some guys, so how can you leave me alone?"
"Not just that, it's just like that...!"
"I mean. If I do something as stupid as I do now, you'll jump out of your grave and come back to me."
Julian was silent.
What can I say?
He knows how she feels when she says that.
Bridget was upset with him for neither denying nor affirming.
No, she wasn't mad at Julian.
She just had a tantrum that she didn't know about.
If she is taken away, who should he be angry with?
She was annoyed by everything in the world.
She looked away from Julian and sprawled down on the couch.
The ceiling of the unmaintained Cerus Palace was a stark plaster wall with no decoration.
Lonely and gloomy.
Hearing Bridget's sincerity, Julian was relieved and held out his hand as if to soothe her.
"Bridget. Come here."
She was cute with a puffy face.
He didn't think about it in this situation without speed.
Even at the moment of his death, he wanted to think about this if he could.
If he's driven to madness, he won't be able to do that.
TT
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