“Wow, you are very creative.”
“The physical strength is even greater.”
He placed his hand on the towel roughly wrapped around his waist.
“It’s time.”
“What time is it?”
“Time to be praised.”
He whispered to me and kissed me softly.
“It’s night...”
“Now, wait a minute, I haven’t washed yet.”
So let me say that I am not ready to praise you yet.
“That’s why I asked you to shower with me. Do you really have to waste your time like this on a night that’s not that long?”
He said discontentedly, tapping the bridge of my nose with his finger.
“Your Majesty... How about we spend tonight a little differently?”
“Is there anything you want to try that’s different? New challenges are always welcome.”
His eyes suddenly sparkled.
“It’s definitely losing its vitality.”
Catherine muttered, looking at herself in the mirror with a free expression.
“It’s all because of the Empress. If it weren’t for that girl, I would be by Linel’s side again...”
Catherine's voice, which had been angry, suddenly stopped. What am I again? Catherine let out a self-deprecating laugh. Would Linel really pay attention to her without an Empress?
“Can’t he speak again today?”
Moiya asked, poking Rams' cheek here and there while he was just licking his lips in Rosiie's arms.
“It has to be bigger.”
“Human babies are so insignificant. Even when I was in the egg, I understood what humans said.”
“Be quiet. You are bothering Rams.”
Rosie frowned as he pushed Moiya aside with her finger.
“Huh, if someone saw him, they’d think he was your kid, Rosie?”
Moiya snorted as he lay down on Aoshi's back, his head resting on his.
“He’s not my child, but he’s so pretty. How can he be so pretty even though he’s a boy?”
“Because her mom is pretty.”
Moiya said as he placed Aoshi's tail in Rams' hand. Rosie pretended not to hear Moiya and immediately changed the subject.
“You almost got caught by Her Majesty the Empress today, but you hid well.”
“I thought it would be better to get caught next time because my master was shocked by this kid. That’s why I hid tightly under the bed, Moiya~.”
Moiya responded, patting him on the shoulder.
“Well done. If she had seen you, she might have fainted.”
“I’m so angry, I’m upset, I’m so upset, I’m so angry..."
Moiya pouted, glaring at Rams.
“But... the more I look at it, the more it looks like Princess Resilia.”
As Rosie turned her head in different directions, muttering to herself as she looked at Rams' face, Moiya asked seriously, saying that wasn't the issue right now.
“What if Norton or Button doesn’t come looking for him?”
“Meow. (Then let’s raise it.)”
“You grow up quickly.”
Moiya laughed at Aoshi, who was struggling with her tail held by Rams' hand.
“He didn’t really give it to you to raise it together with you, did he?”
Rosie's cheeks turned red at Moiya's thoughtless words. Moiya asked her with a worried look in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Rosie? Do you get angry just thinking about it?”
“Huh? What did you say?”
However, Rosie, who was lost in thought, was startled by Moiya's words and asked back.
“If you really don’t like it, give it to me and I’ll throw it away somewhere else.”
As Moiya stretched out both his hands and spoke, Rams burst into tears.
“Ugh, it’s so loud I can’t even speak!”
Moiya covered his ears with both hands and flew to the bed, pulling the blanket over him.
“I want to go to the training center.”
“If you want to do something new tonight, why the dance hall? It’s not okay there.”
He flatly refused. His reaction was as expected, but the reason for his refusal was far from what I expected.
“There are two onlookers there tonight. They’ll hear us as we go into the warehouse.”
What are you talking about? What on earth is this guy thinking about? My face was flushed.
“We are the spectators tonight!”
The two of them should be before the duel.
“What? So, Commander Macrom and Prince Norton had a relationship like that? Really?!”
Linel's eyes widened.
"...Yes?"
I also opened my eyes wide at his words. How could I take his words that way? Huh? Wait, should I just say that and go to the training ground? Linel asked seriously as my internal conflict began.
“Did he become attached to him after practicing swordsmanship a few times? And did he become attached to him deeply...?”
Even though he said that, his expression still seemed to ask, 'Surely not?' Ah, I don't know.
“Um... How about going and asking them in person? I don’t know for sure since I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.”
I feel sorry for Prince Norton and Commander Macrom, but this was the only way to pique Linel's curiosity and get him to head to the training grounds.
“What’s wrong with this kid? Did his tastes change after losing his eyesight?”
With a shocked look on his face, Linel muttered that it couldn't be true.
“The unmasculine aura of Prince Norton may have seemed attractive to Commander Macrom.”
Linel's lips parted slightly at my words, but he shook his head again.
“No. The Macrom I know is not the kind of person who would ever feel that way, no matter how much he suffers or how sad he is.”
“So, you can check it with your own eyes, or rather, just ask.”
I urged him on, shoving the robe gently towards him.
“Is that so? But... Are you telling me to just wear this?”
Linel asked, accepting the robe.
“I’m not some robe man.”
“Oh, sorry. I’ll ask Stiane to bring me some new clothes.”
I slapped my forehead with my hand and quickly opened the bedroom door, and went out. The robed man appears in the back alleys of the city wearing only a robe and opens his robe in front of the women passing by and says, 'Ta-da!' I almost made my husband do something like that. I told Stiane that he took the shirt and pants himself and returned to the bedroom.
“Please change your clothes.”
“Zelda, I thought about it... I think I can just ask you tomorrow.”
Oh, his mind has changed.
"Why?"
My heart became impatient.
“If two people have a deep relationship, it doesn’t matter whether you hear it today or tomorrow. It’s already spilled milk.”
He sat down on the bed and said in an annoyed tone.
“But why did your expression suddenly become so bad?”
“Actually... I wanted to see the swordsmanship duel between the two up close.”
I said with a disappointed expression on my face.
“What if two people are having a love match instead of a swordsmanship match in the training hall?”
Linel pulled me by the waist and asked with a smiling voice.
“Surely you wouldn’t make love in a real training ground without any sense of propriety?”
"What?"
“No matter how much lust you have, if your mind is clear, you can’t do something like that in the training hall.”
“...Is that what you want me to hear right now?”
He looked up at me askance.
"Yes?"
“I tried to hug you in the warehouse without any sense before. I had to force myself to come to my senses again when Macrom came in.”
I thought to myself, "Oh no," but his expression was already very crumpled.
“That, that’s different.”
In fact, it was not a different story at all, but he threatened that it was a completely different situation than before.
“You really want to watch a swordsmanship duel?”
He asked, rising from the bed again. I nodded vigorously, grabbed his hand, and jumped up and down.
“Oh, I really don’t have time. And why didn’t you tell me before you showered?”
Since Linel looked conflicted, I quickly pulled out my bargaining chip.
“Then, after we go to the training center, let’s shower together!”
Oh, was it really necessary to raise my hand? I shouted as if I were declaring something.
“Can you... afford it?”
Linel's pupils shook as if dancing. Well, it wouldn't be too embarrassing since the steam in the bathroom wouldn't be visible anyway, right?
“Really? We’re a married couple.”
I smiled bashfully and pushed the clothes back into his hands.
“You refused earlier because we weren’t a couple?”
He asked questioningly, quirking one eyebrow, but his expression was remarkably positive.
“Empress, I find it bothersome to dress myself.”
Linel lowered his voice and threw the clothes he was holding at me.
“Yes! I was going to dress you up myself anyway.”
I quickly pulled the linen shirt over his head, grabbed the waistbands of his trousers on both sides, and bent one knee like a knight to look up at him.
“Your Majesty, please put your legs in quickly. We will put them up for you quickly!”
He looked down at me awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me up.
“Below, I’ll be wearing the pants, so stand up....”
“No! Please put it in quickly.”
I said kindly, pulling his pants open further.
“Get up... Haa. The order was given to you, but why are you hearing it from the wrong place...”
Linel muttered something to himself. He had a look of pain on his face and was even washing his face dry.
“The physical strength is even greater.”
He placed his hand on the towel roughly wrapped around his waist.
“It’s time.”
“What time is it?”
“Time to be praised.”
He whispered to me and kissed me softly.
“It’s night...”
“Now, wait a minute, I haven’t washed yet.”
So let me say that I am not ready to praise you yet.
“That’s why I asked you to shower with me. Do you really have to waste your time like this on a night that’s not that long?”
He said discontentedly, tapping the bridge of my nose with his finger.
“Your Majesty... How about we spend tonight a little differently?”
“Is there anything you want to try that’s different? New challenges are always welcome.”
His eyes suddenly sparkled.
***
“It’s definitely losing its vitality.”
Catherine muttered, looking at herself in the mirror with a free expression.
“It’s all because of the Empress. If it weren’t for that girl, I would be by Linel’s side again...”
Catherine's voice, which had been angry, suddenly stopped. What am I again? Catherine let out a self-deprecating laugh. Would Linel really pay attention to her without an Empress?
Linel had never even shown her a small smile since she became a concubine. She had been confident that if she became a concubine and shook him up a little, he would desire her. It was a really foolish thought. It wasn't because she had an affair with Count Ethan Bennet that his heart changed. He was a man who had never been interested in her in the first place. Yes, let's say she had no affection for him.
“If I hadn’t been fooling around with the Count, we would have gotten married as planned.”
Unless something unexpected happens, Catherine will be crowned Empress. She picked up the comb on the dressing table, combed her purple hair, and asked another question.
“If I were the Empress, would he have smiled so affectionately at me?”
Throwing out jokes that didn't match her earnest voice at all. With eyes that were anxious to keep touching, not caring about the gazes of many people. She recalled the eyes and smile that Linel had shown Zelda.
"No."
Catherine threw her comb into the mirror while she was sulking. It's annoying to face the truth that's against you, but it's wise to admit it quickly and come up with an alternative.
“It’s not over yet. I may not be an Empress, but I deserve to be treated better than an Empress.”
Linel has a strong sense of responsibility. He has no lingering feelings and no meanness. Just look at the fact that he covered up her affair even after finding out about it. That’s why Catherine couldn’t completely let Linel go. He was extremely unlucky and arrogant, but it was clear that he was a man she coveted.
“If I hadn’t been fooling around with the Count, we would have gotten married as planned.”
Unless something unexpected happens, Catherine will be crowned Empress. She picked up the comb on the dressing table, combed her purple hair, and asked another question.
“If I were the Empress, would he have smiled so affectionately at me?”
Throwing out jokes that didn't match her earnest voice at all. With eyes that were anxious to keep touching, not caring about the gazes of many people. She recalled the eyes and smile that Linel had shown Zelda.
"No."
Catherine threw her comb into the mirror while she was sulking. It's annoying to face the truth that's against you, but it's wise to admit it quickly and come up with an alternative.
“It’s not over yet. I may not be an Empress, but I deserve to be treated better than an Empress.”
Linel has a strong sense of responsibility. He has no lingering feelings and no meanness. Just look at the fact that he covered up her affair even after finding out about it. That’s why Catherine couldn’t completely let Linel go. He was extremely unlucky and arrogant, but it was clear that he was a man she coveted.
Linel was a man who was cold to all women equally, so she expected him to be the same to the empress from the Kingdom of Shattonil. However, for some reason, he acted quite differently toward the Empress. Most of the noble ladies whispered that he was treating the Empress well because he had married an ally. However, Catherine knew that Linel’s gaze toward the Empress was sincere. His eyes were always cold, so even if there was a little affection in them, his gaze showed a clear difference.
“I don’t mind not receiving love. As long as I can conceive a child, as long as I have a Prince!”
Catherine chewed her lower lip. If only she had the chance to sleep with him, she would do it. If only she had the chance, she would use another man, even if he wasn't the Emperor's blood, to carry a child in her womb.
“Then... my child could become the Emperor. No, I must make sure he becomes the Emperor.”
Since she had given up on love, she had to get power.
“It would be best if the Empress died in an accident during the hunting competition...”
Catherine rose from her dressing table chair with a bitter smile. She walked over to the bed, wrapping her arms around herself. She felt particularly lonely tonight.
“Ethan was really... hot in bed.”
If Count Ethan hadn't spent all day hammering blades in the forge, perhaps she would have been Countess Bennet instead of a concubine who didn't even get the Emperor's attention. Catherine had been thinking of Count Ethan more often these days. Especially at night. Suddenly feeling hot, she went out for a night walk.
“I don’t mind not receiving love. As long as I can conceive a child, as long as I have a Prince!”
Catherine chewed her lower lip. If only she had the chance to sleep with him, she would do it. If only she had the chance, she would use another man, even if he wasn't the Emperor's blood, to carry a child in her womb.
“Then... my child could become the Emperor. No, I must make sure he becomes the Emperor.”
Since she had given up on love, she had to get power.
“It would be best if the Empress died in an accident during the hunting competition...”
Catherine rose from her dressing table chair with a bitter smile. She walked over to the bed, wrapping her arms around herself. She felt particularly lonely tonight.
“Ethan was really... hot in bed.”
If Count Ethan hadn't spent all day hammering blades in the forge, perhaps she would have been Countess Bennet instead of a concubine who didn't even get the Emperor's attention. Catherine had been thinking of Count Ethan more often these days. Especially at night. Suddenly feeling hot, she went out for a night walk.
***
“Can’t he speak again today?”
Moiya asked, poking Rams' cheek here and there while he was just licking his lips in Rosiie's arms.
“It has to be bigger.”
“Human babies are so insignificant. Even when I was in the egg, I understood what humans said.”
“Be quiet. You are bothering Rams.”
Rosie frowned as he pushed Moiya aside with her finger.
“Huh, if someone saw him, they’d think he was your kid, Rosie?”
Moiya snorted as he lay down on Aoshi's back, his head resting on his.
“He’s not my child, but he’s so pretty. How can he be so pretty even though he’s a boy?”
“Because her mom is pretty.”
Moiya said as he placed Aoshi's tail in Rams' hand. Rosie pretended not to hear Moiya and immediately changed the subject.
“You almost got caught by Her Majesty the Empress today, but you hid well.”
“I thought it would be better to get caught next time because my master was shocked by this kid. That’s why I hid tightly under the bed, Moiya~.”
Moiya responded, patting him on the shoulder.
“Well done. If she had seen you, she might have fainted.”
“I’m so angry, I’m upset, I’m so upset, I’m so angry..."
Moiya pouted, glaring at Rams.
“But... the more I look at it, the more it looks like Princess Resilia.”
As Rosie turned her head in different directions, muttering to herself as she looked at Rams' face, Moiya asked seriously, saying that wasn't the issue right now.
“What if Norton or Button doesn’t come looking for him?”
“Meow. (Then let’s raise it.)”
“You grow up quickly.”
Moiya laughed at Aoshi, who was struggling with her tail held by Rams' hand.
“He didn’t really give it to you to raise it together with you, did he?”
Rosie's cheeks turned red at Moiya's thoughtless words. Moiya asked her with a worried look in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Rosie? Do you get angry just thinking about it?”
“Huh? What did you say?”
However, Rosie, who was lost in thought, was startled by Moiya's words and asked back.
“If you really don’t like it, give it to me and I’ll throw it away somewhere else.”
As Moiya stretched out both his hands and spoke, Rams burst into tears.
“Ugh, it’s so loud I can’t even speak!”
Moiya covered his ears with both hands and flew to the bed, pulling the blanket over him.
Knock knock. At that moment, Misha opened the bedroom door and came in.
“Your Highness Rosie, Her Highness Melanie wants to see you right now. What should I do?”
“What? Why is Her Highness Melanie here all of a sudden at this hour?”
Rosie wrapped Rams in a blanket in a hurry because Melanie had barged in without warning. Moiya pulled the blanket over his head and lifted his head.
“Oh? My friend is here?”
Rosie alone secretly welcomed Melanie's visit.
“Tell them I’m sick right now and can’t meet her.”
“Should I say you have a bad cold?”
“That would be great. Misha, no matter what happens, don’t let Her Highness Melanie into the bedroom, okay?”
Rosie hurriedly opened the dressing room door, holding Rams in her arms.
“Yes, I understand. Stay in the dressing room, I’ll let you know when Her Highness Melanie returns.”
As Misha spoke confidently and left the bedroom again, Rosie also went into the dressing room and closed the door.
“She knows too much, it’s dangerous.”
Moiya muttered to himself as he glared at the bedroom door Misha had left through, then turned the blanket over him again.
“Your Highness Rosie, Her Highness Melanie wants to see you right now. What should I do?”
“What? Why is Her Highness Melanie here all of a sudden at this hour?”
Rosie wrapped Rams in a blanket in a hurry because Melanie had barged in without warning. Moiya pulled the blanket over his head and lifted his head.
“Oh? My friend is here?”
Rosie alone secretly welcomed Melanie's visit.
“Tell them I’m sick right now and can’t meet her.”
“Should I say you have a bad cold?”
“That would be great. Misha, no matter what happens, don’t let Her Highness Melanie into the bedroom, okay?”
Rosie hurriedly opened the dressing room door, holding Rams in her arms.
“Yes, I understand. Stay in the dressing room, I’ll let you know when Her Highness Melanie returns.”
As Misha spoke confidently and left the bedroom again, Rosie also went into the dressing room and closed the door.
“She knows too much, it’s dangerous.”
Moiya muttered to himself as he glared at the bedroom door Misha had left through, then turned the blanket over him again.
***
“I want to go to the training center.”
“If you want to do something new tonight, why the dance hall? It’s not okay there.”
He flatly refused. His reaction was as expected, but the reason for his refusal was far from what I expected.
“There are two onlookers there tonight. They’ll hear us as we go into the warehouse.”
What are you talking about? What on earth is this guy thinking about? My face was flushed.
“We are the spectators tonight!”
The two of them should be before the duel.
“What? So, Commander Macrom and Prince Norton had a relationship like that? Really?!”
Linel's eyes widened.
"...Yes?"
I also opened my eyes wide at his words. How could I take his words that way? Huh? Wait, should I just say that and go to the training ground? Linel asked seriously as my internal conflict began.
“Did he become attached to him after practicing swordsmanship a few times? And did he become attached to him deeply...?”
Even though he said that, his expression still seemed to ask, 'Surely not?' Ah, I don't know.
“Um... How about going and asking them in person? I don’t know for sure since I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.”
I feel sorry for Prince Norton and Commander Macrom, but this was the only way to pique Linel's curiosity and get him to head to the training grounds.
“What’s wrong with this kid? Did his tastes change after losing his eyesight?”
With a shocked look on his face, Linel muttered that it couldn't be true.
“The unmasculine aura of Prince Norton may have seemed attractive to Commander Macrom.”
Linel's lips parted slightly at my words, but he shook his head again.
“No. The Macrom I know is not the kind of person who would ever feel that way, no matter how much he suffers or how sad he is.”
“So, you can check it with your own eyes, or rather, just ask.”
I urged him on, shoving the robe gently towards him.
“Is that so? But... Are you telling me to just wear this?”
Linel asked, accepting the robe.
“I’m not some robe man.”
“Oh, sorry. I’ll ask Stiane to bring me some new clothes.”
I slapped my forehead with my hand and quickly opened the bedroom door, and went out. The robed man appears in the back alleys of the city wearing only a robe and opens his robe in front of the women passing by and says, 'Ta-da!' I almost made my husband do something like that. I told Stiane that he took the shirt and pants himself and returned to the bedroom.
“Please change your clothes.”
“Zelda, I thought about it... I think I can just ask you tomorrow.”
Oh, his mind has changed.
"Why?"
My heart became impatient.
“If two people have a deep relationship, it doesn’t matter whether you hear it today or tomorrow. It’s already spilled milk.”
He sat down on the bed and said in an annoyed tone.
“But why did your expression suddenly become so bad?”
“Actually... I wanted to see the swordsmanship duel between the two up close.”
I said with a disappointed expression on my face.
“What if two people are having a love match instead of a swordsmanship match in the training hall?”
Linel pulled me by the waist and asked with a smiling voice.
“Surely you wouldn’t make love in a real training ground without any sense of propriety?”
"What?"
“No matter how much lust you have, if your mind is clear, you can’t do something like that in the training hall.”
“...Is that what you want me to hear right now?”
He looked up at me askance.
"Yes?"
“I tried to hug you in the warehouse without any sense before. I had to force myself to come to my senses again when Macrom came in.”
I thought to myself, "Oh no," but his expression was already very crumpled.
“That, that’s different.”
In fact, it was not a different story at all, but he threatened that it was a completely different situation than before.
“You really want to watch a swordsmanship duel?”
He asked, rising from the bed again. I nodded vigorously, grabbed his hand, and jumped up and down.
“Oh, I really don’t have time. And why didn’t you tell me before you showered?”
Since Linel looked conflicted, I quickly pulled out my bargaining chip.
“Then, after we go to the training center, let’s shower together!”
Oh, was it really necessary to raise my hand? I shouted as if I were declaring something.
“Can you... afford it?”
Linel's pupils shook as if dancing. Well, it wouldn't be too embarrassing since the steam in the bathroom wouldn't be visible anyway, right?
“Really? We’re a married couple.”
I smiled bashfully and pushed the clothes back into his hands.
“You refused earlier because we weren’t a couple?”
He asked questioningly, quirking one eyebrow, but his expression was remarkably positive.
“Empress, I find it bothersome to dress myself.”
Linel lowered his voice and threw the clothes he was holding at me.
“Yes! I was going to dress you up myself anyway.”
I quickly pulled the linen shirt over his head, grabbed the waistbands of his trousers on both sides, and bent one knee like a knight to look up at him.
“Your Majesty, please put your legs in quickly. We will put them up for you quickly!”
He looked down at me awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me up.
“Below, I’ll be wearing the pants, so stand up....”
“No! Please put it in quickly.”
I said kindly, pulling his pants open further.
“Get up... Haa. The order was given to you, but why are you hearing it from the wrong place...”
Linel muttered something to himself. He had a look of pain on his face and was even washing his face dry.
Why is he like that when he has to go to the training ground quickly?
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