Really, this was like putting the cart before the horse.
"You're surprising people."
"Shouldn't we praise your patience for holding out until then?"
"If you draw your sword, shouldn't you cut something?"
"There's no separate inspection."
"Should I say that if you touch me once, you should come out with a curse?"
Shartus, who lifted her forehead from his shoulder and looked at her, had a look of utter satisfaction on his face. He even pressed the back of her head. Rosentine, who had her head on his shoulder again, sighed. She refused to move and felt neither the will nor the inclination to do so.
The strong shoulders were also a comfortable place to rest your head.
"You're so good at making jokes, leaving us all alone and feeling all alone."
"Haha! I knew you could do it. Is there anything Your Highness can't do?"
Rosentine felt as if she were witnessing a paragon of the weak and the simple-minded. The hearty voice from beside her made her raise her lips. The commotion following success somehow conveyed a festive feeling.
Shartus removed his hand from her head and patted Rosentine on the shoulder. In fact, if he wasn't there, things would have been more difficult.
"Shall we raise a toast again?"
The wine bottle that Hostang was holding jingled. Lucien glared at him, more precisely, at the bottle of wine he was holding. The liquid inside the dark green bottle appeared black.
"I want to drop that bottle from the top of the palace."
"Ha, ha... Lucien, your eyes are scary."
Shartus stared at a part of the machine in his hand. Once he caught it, he smashed it, and there were accessories in his hand. Rusted metal and wood chips fell to the floor.
"It's getting a little difficult to use this medicine now."
Part of the piece of wood was the pole he was holding. Now that the internal machinery has been destroyed by holding that pillar and lowering the glass, the legend of the Mura's Ivory has been cut in half. After rolling the tip of the remnant at his fingertips a few times, Shartus dropped it on the floor.
"Then this will be the last legend."
Rosentine approached the cabinet and saw the Mura's Ivory they had taken out. Once wiped, the wine flickered calmly as if it didn't know anything. The wine was somewhat green. This is probably because Mura's medicine spread.
"Will it work?"
"You'll have to try it."
Shartus said in a nonchalant tone. Rosentine nodded as well. It is said that it is poisonous, but the legend of healing has also been passed down without fail.
Rosentine glanced at the end of the glass. The reason why she dared to do this and save Mura's ivory was not that Shartus wanted it.
Of course, if the Crown Prince dies, the chaos will continue for a while, and Shartus will naturally become Emperor. It was safer for her to let him become Emperor. However, if he had not found this method now, Shartus would have given the Crown Prince the medicine, and he would have died.
'If that happens, what is the profit of him?'
One hypothesis came to mind. She glanced at Shartus. If the Crown Prince is the culprit, it will be like Shartus will die neatly, so that there will be no retreat after suffering like this. Is that really the case?
It was easy to suspect the Crown Prince. A banquet that only he is missing, and a trap hidden in the things for him. It was as if someone was encouraging them to be suspicious of the Crown Prince.
'Perhaps Crown Prince Eswar really is the one behind it.'
If that happens, then Shartus will have to decide what to do.
However, she didn't want to feel that everything was going according to the will behind the scenes. Therefore, in this conspiracy, not only did she save Shartus, but she also obtained the legendary medicine, which was what he originally wanted.
Rosentine's face shook over the red wine. Soon, Shartus's face was reflected behind her. She opened her mouth.
"Is this going to His Highness the Crown Prince now?"
"It was for that."
"The one who gave this to Your Highness is Count Hermann, and the one who receives it is the Crown Prince."
"Hermann is too premeditated to plan to kill anyone."
“How is he?”
Rosentine asked about the Crown Prince Eswar Kartazen. She had seen him from afar before, but she couldn't see his face after he lay in a hospital bed.
However, she also knew about his intelligence and gentle personality through rumors. The ghosts have spread rumors that he studied political science even while recuperating and that he was kind to the people around him.
"Well, he is."
Shartus slowly closed and opened his eyes. His light blue eyes contained Rosentine. Shartus, who was looking at her, let out a brief, cheerful laugh. It was a laugh that came to mind something interesting.
"It would be better to see him in person. Isn't the shaman's eye more accurate?"
"Yes?"
Also, it is spontaneous. Rosentine looked at Lucien and Hostang, whose eyes widened just like her. And she thought hopelessly. She must have a stupid face like Hostang.
***
Compared to the damp air of the secret passage, the place to go outside was nothing more than a resort. Rosentine took a breath and enjoyed the scent of the Imperial palace flowers wafting through it.
There were times when she started to enjoy it with the feeling that she didn't know how. Although Shartus is spontaneous in his actions, he does not do anything forceful. He was a man of great intelligence, so his leadership was of appropriate help to the situation.
Rosentine sincerely sympathized with Lucien. Unlike Hostang, who seems to follow everything in children's legends, he is a common-sense man and often gets troubled by Shartus' actions.
Still, the reason why he can't stop himself is probably that he is a capable person.
'That's good. I feel like I'm going to meet the Crown Prince.'
It was half self-suggestive, but she felt that it was about to come. If there is a strong suspicion of being behind it, you should meet with him.
No matter how much Shartus was trying to keep him away or take a step back from political disputes, variables were everywhere.
This was especially true of the human heart. However, the fact that Shartus was deliberately building his power was unexpected. In that case, he was also the one who could take care of it.
"What is the effect of rumors?"
"I haven't heard from you that you've found the gem yet."
"I'll have to wait."
Rosentine clenched his chin in Shartus carriage. She didn't dare to take a stance in front of the Prince, but no one cared about her behavior in this situation.
Lucien was doing that, and Hostang was driving a carriage outside, so Shartus was the one who looked at her with interest, no matter how insolent she was.
Thinking about it this way, she felt a bit of a strange person. First of all, let's start with that handsome face.
"It's the second time I've broken it."
Since she handed Arolne the brooch, time had passed step by step. She didn't expect it to come out in a few days.
However, the dismantling of the trap within it was significant. Since the salon incident, Arolne had been calling Rosentine less frequently. Now that she'd gotten what she wanted, it was as if the pressure had eased somewhat.
She also walked around the palace, pretending to be faithful to her maid's work. She also did not forget to hear rumors about jewelry from ghosts.
Most of them didn't even need to be heard, but there were some meaningful things in them.
'For example. Therese Marcus' brother is preparing a deal with the Baron of an emerging power.'
She could guess why it was Therese Margus. When they said transaction, it didn't really mean business rights or anything like that. It was just that the Baron had a gift for Theodore Margus. Gifts include several, but they often contain gemstones. She intended to look forward to the activity of the emerging forces and the financial power of Margus.
Theodore Marcus, not Therese Marcus.
This also meant that rumors of the salon were spreading throughout the social circles and aristocracy. Rosentine smiled in anticipation.
"You are not nervous to see His Highness the Crown Prince."
Lucien said with a weak smile. His gestures were stiffer than usual, and he seemed to be a little nervous.
"Shouldn't I just be quiet next to you?"
"His Highness is very curious. Especially if you appear with Shartus, he might ask you a lot of questions."
"Just cut it properly, and that's it."
Shartus said as if to cut off Lucien's worries. The worries that had been secretly heard by Lucien's words were overshadowed by Shartus's firm words. Rosentine was worried that the Crown Prince would ask her a lot of questions and that he might find out that she was a shaman. Even though he is lying in a sick bed, he is a member of the imperial family. There was no guarantee that he would react with Shartus.
"What and how much do you want to ask the maid?"
"I said that because I was afraid that Roan would bring it up."
Lucien laughed quietly. That concern was quite valid. Rosentine glanced at the bottle placed on one side of the carriage. The last Mura's Ivory was there. It was unclear whether pretending not to know and asking questions here and there would not raise suspicions.
'Will you be quiet?'
The Imperial Palace was ignorantly spacious, and even if it was a royal palace, one had to take a carriage like this to visit it once. Of course, people in the new country who are strong and healthy should use two legs, but where do nobles like to walk on their feet?
She also preferred to go comfortably like this rather than walking with her legs. Shartus's carriage with the imperial coat of arms was as comfortable as Arzen's.
"You just have to look at the details anyway."
Even if she didn't dare to speak, Rosentine believed something. No matter how far away the palace of the imperial family is, if it is inside the palace, there are many ghosts there. When she asked a few of them, it was just that. Rosentine smiled innocently.
"Don't worry, Lucien. I'll be quiet."
"That smile worries me the most."
It was the right word, so Rosentine did not respond. Soon, she heard Lucien sighing. Shartus only smiled leisurely as he watched the scene. The person they served showed an attitude of joy, so no one could say anything.
Soon, the carriage stopped with a rattling sound. Rosentine, who was about to get off the carriage, hurriedly pulled back. At the entrance was Arzen's carriage.
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