<Episode 152: Side Story (16)>
"Boss."
Although Messina was his wife, Zed always treated her as his superior when on operations.
“Are you with the Duchess?”
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m bringing her.”
“Yes. If I had known, I would have stopped you until the very end.”
“But now that you know, it’s okay, right?”
“No, the problem is still big.”
Doesn't his wife realize how much Killian hates her?
“But you guys, are you really using grenades to deal with the fleeing rebels?”
She glanced at Zed menacingly, leaping over the enemies sprawled on the floor.
"I said I had to kill them all personally. It's because you guys are handling things this way that the two of us are being noticed by the underlings."
“I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
Zed lowered his head.
"No."
Messina patted her husband's shoulder at the sight of Zed looking pitiful.
“It was my fault for believing you would do better on my behalf.”
She asked, casting her gaze over the wall.
“Did Killian go inside?”
"Yes."
“How many rebels?”
“There are about 80 people. I think there are about 30 left now.”
“Only 80 people?”
Messina was so dumbfounded by the ridiculously small number compared to what she had expected that she laughed.
"When I get back, I'll have to tell His Majesty the Emperor to change his aides. His intelligence is so poor."
Messina stretched out her arms to Emily with a lighter heart than before she set out.
“Now, let’s go to where your husband is.”
“Yes, I like it.”
“You know? We always have to watch each other’s backs.”
Emily nodded at Messina's request.
“You handed over the imperial power to the Robert Empire! You traitor!”
Killian fired a magic bullet at him, who flew towards him with an indifferent expression. It was nice to relax after a long time, but it was also tedious.
He just wanted to finish quickly and go back and do what he couldn't do with Emily.
On the other side, people's screams were echoing sharply.
Although the Emperor named them rebels, in reality, they were nothing more than a gathering of scoundrels who could not escape the consciousness of their past privileges.
What they were preparing was not a coup, but simply an act of terrorism targeting the royal family.
“Boss, it’s all over.”
"Yes?"
Thanks to this, the coup attempt was easily concluded.
“Hi! You’re not going to start without me, are you?”
Giovanni spoke calmly, looking at Messina, who had appeared late.
“I finished it except for Messina.”
“What, already? I was just getting some rest.”
Messina looked at the scene of the annihilation of the enemy forces with a feeling of futility.
"Honey!"
Emily, who found Killian, ran to him and hugged him, burying her face in his chest.
“Emily, how did you find out about this place?”
In fact, Killian had already noticed even without her saying anything. Messina was looking at them with a sinister smile.
“Messina, what were you thinking, bringing my wife to this dangerous place?”
“Don’t say anything to Messina.”
Emily looked up at him with a determined look and said.
“I need to relieve the stress of raising children, too.”
“Parenting stress... is that what you mean?”
The family members who were listening to the story nearby had ambiguous expressions on their faces, not knowing whether to laugh or not.
'As expected, our madam is different.' Except for the Starr family, who think like this.
“Just stay still for a moment.”
When Emily pressed her body against him again, Killian's expression became flustered. How could someone so shy about physical contact in public be so assertive?
'The enemy.'
Unaware of Killian's misunderstanding, Emily held her husband's body in her arms and shot the man behind the stands.
The man holding the grenade in his hand fell forward without even being able to throw the bomb.
Kwaang-!
The bomb, which had been shocked, did not travel far and exploded inside the man's body.
Emily smiled awkwardly at the people who were looking at her with surprised faces at the explosion with a loud noise.
“Messina always said that you have to watch your back.”
Emily is pregnant for the second time.
It was clearly a blessing, but people looked at Killian like an animal when they heard that Emily was pregnant again, less than a year after giving birth.
"That won't do, Miss. How about we take refuge in the mansion in Sinope for now?"
Upon hearing the news about Emily, the nanny rushed over and planned to separate her from Killian immediately.
“Escape, Nanny.”
“At this rate, your body will look like a mess!”
In the past, there was a precedent for imprisoning two people on an artificial island to help them unite, but now, to separate them, one of them had to be imprisoned on an artificial island.
“Are you here?”
Killian awkwardly greeted Emily's nanny, who had arrived from the Sinope estate. He seemed to understand why she had come so quickly.
“Greetings, Your Excellency, the Duke.”
As expected, the nanny greeted Killian with an unwelcome look.
“How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing well, but I’m worried that the Duchess's health might have deteriorated.”
Killian kept coughing as if he was secretly hurt by her meaningful words.
“Nanny, what’s wrong?”
Emily tried to stop the nanny from harassing Killian.
“I also committed the crime.”
“You are so innocent, young lady, so there is nothing I can do.”
Although she was already a respectable woman with a child, in her nanny's eyes Emily was still a young and delicate girl.
“Your Excellency, would it be all right for me to stay at the Duke’s house until the young lady gives birth to her second child?”
“Please do so.”
Even though Killian readily agreed, the nanny looked at him with some kind of discomfort.
But Emily was already feeling uneasy and anxious, so she was grateful and thankful that Killian showed his concern.
“Thank you, honey.”
Meanwhile, six-month-old Daniel crawled over to Emily, rolling over on the bed.
“Daniel, did you come all the way to where your mom is?”
Emily picked Daniel up. He was so heavy, it was hard to lift him, perhaps because he was a boy.
“The more I look at him, the more handsome he looks.”
Suddenly, thoughts of Killian disappeared, and the nanny looked at Daniel and smiled happily.
“It’s like he’s already trying to talk, he’s babbling so hard.”
Killian added another word as if he was not going to sell out.
“Phew.”
Daniel stuck out his tongue and grumbled in response.
“Oh my, you’re so cute.”
The nanny massaged Daniel's swollen legs and then pretended to bite his feet.
Every time this happened, Daniel laughed out loud and enjoyed his nanny's pranks.
"I think Daniel likes my nanny. I've never seen him smile so brightly at a stranger."
Killian's face hardened at Emily's words.
"...Yes."
Je was secretly nervous that the nanny would take better care of Daniel than he did.
Daniel's long-awaited first birthday!
It was the first birthday of the Duke's little prince, so they wanted to hold a grand event, but it was impossible because the Duchess, the mistress, was about to give birth.
So, instead of throwing a grand party, Emily decided to celebrate Daniel's birthday with just her close friends. Keep it simple, with only those who could truly celebrate.
Now Emily's belly was nearing full term, and Daniel played next to his mother, occasionally patting her round belly.
It seemed like he was imitating what he saw his father do.
“I wish my younger sibling would be born soon.”
“Ugh.”
Emily stroked Daniel's head with a smile on her face.
“Miss, how are you feeling?”
The nanny opened the door gently and came inside.
"It's okay."
The nanny was preparing for the party and supervising the servants in place of Emily, who was heavily pregnant.
“Newmo!”
Daniel, who had discovered his nanny, sat up with a happy face.
Daniel is only 12 months old, but he started walking earlier than most people, and now he can even run quite well.
The nanny hugged Daniel tightly as if she loved him.
“It seems like your leg muscles are really developed differently.”
“I guess it’s because he takes after my husband.”
“Anyway, the young lady... says that all the good things about the young master are similar to His Excellency’s?”
At those words, Emily smiled awkwardly.
"Boss."
Although Messina was his wife, Zed always treated her as his superior when on operations.
“Are you with the Duchess?”
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m bringing her.”
“Yes. If I had known, I would have stopped you until the very end.”
“But now that you know, it’s okay, right?”
“No, the problem is still big.”
Doesn't his wife realize how much Killian hates her?
“But you guys, are you really using grenades to deal with the fleeing rebels?”
She glanced at Zed menacingly, leaping over the enemies sprawled on the floor.
"I said I had to kill them all personally. It's because you guys are handling things this way that the two of us are being noticed by the underlings."
“I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
Zed lowered his head.
"No."
Messina patted her husband's shoulder at the sight of Zed looking pitiful.
“It was my fault for believing you would do better on my behalf.”
She asked, casting her gaze over the wall.
“Did Killian go inside?”
"Yes."
“How many rebels?”
“There are about 80 people. I think there are about 30 left now.”
“Only 80 people?”
Messina was so dumbfounded by the ridiculously small number compared to what she had expected that she laughed.
"When I get back, I'll have to tell His Majesty the Emperor to change his aides. His intelligence is so poor."
Messina stretched out her arms to Emily with a lighter heart than before she set out.
“Now, let’s go to where your husband is.”
“Yes, I like it.”
“You know? We always have to watch each other’s backs.”
Emily nodded at Messina's request.
***
“You handed over the imperial power to the Robert Empire! You traitor!”
Killian fired a magic bullet at him, who flew towards him with an indifferent expression. It was nice to relax after a long time, but it was also tedious.
He just wanted to finish quickly and go back and do what he couldn't do with Emily.
On the other side, people's screams were echoing sharply.
Although the Emperor named them rebels, in reality, they were nothing more than a gathering of scoundrels who could not escape the consciousness of their past privileges.
What they were preparing was not a coup, but simply an act of terrorism targeting the royal family.
“Boss, it’s all over.”
"Yes?"
Thanks to this, the coup attempt was easily concluded.
“Hi! You’re not going to start without me, are you?”
Giovanni spoke calmly, looking at Messina, who had appeared late.
“I finished it except for Messina.”
“What, already? I was just getting some rest.”
Messina looked at the scene of the annihilation of the enemy forces with a feeling of futility.
"Honey!"
Emily, who found Killian, ran to him and hugged him, burying her face in his chest.
“Emily, how did you find out about this place?”
In fact, Killian had already noticed even without her saying anything. Messina was looking at them with a sinister smile.
“Messina, what were you thinking, bringing my wife to this dangerous place?”
“Don’t say anything to Messina.”
Emily looked up at him with a determined look and said.
“I need to relieve the stress of raising children, too.”
“Parenting stress... is that what you mean?”
The family members who were listening to the story nearby had ambiguous expressions on their faces, not knowing whether to laugh or not.
'As expected, our madam is different.' Except for the Starr family, who think like this.
“Just stay still for a moment.”
When Emily pressed her body against him again, Killian's expression became flustered. How could someone so shy about physical contact in public be so assertive?
'The enemy.'
Unaware of Killian's misunderstanding, Emily held her husband's body in her arms and shot the man behind the stands.
The man holding the grenade in his hand fell forward without even being able to throw the bomb.
Kwaang-!
The bomb, which had been shocked, did not travel far and exploded inside the man's body.
Emily smiled awkwardly at the people who were looking at her with surprised faces at the explosion with a loud noise.
“Messina always said that you have to watch your back.”
***
Emily is pregnant for the second time.
It was clearly a blessing, but people looked at Killian like an animal when they heard that Emily was pregnant again, less than a year after giving birth.
"That won't do, Miss. How about we take refuge in the mansion in Sinope for now?"
Upon hearing the news about Emily, the nanny rushed over and planned to separate her from Killian immediately.
“Escape, Nanny.”
“At this rate, your body will look like a mess!”
In the past, there was a precedent for imprisoning two people on an artificial island to help them unite, but now, to separate them, one of them had to be imprisoned on an artificial island.
“Are you here?”
Killian awkwardly greeted Emily's nanny, who had arrived from the Sinope estate. He seemed to understand why she had come so quickly.
“Greetings, Your Excellency, the Duke.”
As expected, the nanny greeted Killian with an unwelcome look.
“How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing well, but I’m worried that the Duchess's health might have deteriorated.”
Killian kept coughing as if he was secretly hurt by her meaningful words.
“Nanny, what’s wrong?”
Emily tried to stop the nanny from harassing Killian.
“I also committed the crime.”
“You are so innocent, young lady, so there is nothing I can do.”
Although she was already a respectable woman with a child, in her nanny's eyes Emily was still a young and delicate girl.
“Your Excellency, would it be all right for me to stay at the Duke’s house until the young lady gives birth to her second child?”
“Please do so.”
Even though Killian readily agreed, the nanny looked at him with some kind of discomfort.
But Emily was already feeling uneasy and anxious, so she was grateful and thankful that Killian showed his concern.
“Thank you, honey.”
Meanwhile, six-month-old Daniel crawled over to Emily, rolling over on the bed.
“Daniel, did you come all the way to where your mom is?”
Emily picked Daniel up. He was so heavy, it was hard to lift him, perhaps because he was a boy.
“The more I look at him, the more handsome he looks.”
Suddenly, thoughts of Killian disappeared, and the nanny looked at Daniel and smiled happily.
“It’s like he’s already trying to talk, he’s babbling so hard.”
Killian added another word as if he was not going to sell out.
“Phew.”
Daniel stuck out his tongue and grumbled in response.
“Oh my, you’re so cute.”
The nanny massaged Daniel's swollen legs and then pretended to bite his feet.
Every time this happened, Daniel laughed out loud and enjoyed his nanny's pranks.
"I think Daniel likes my nanny. I've never seen him smile so brightly at a stranger."
Killian's face hardened at Emily's words.
"...Yes."
Je was secretly nervous that the nanny would take better care of Daniel than he did.
***
Daniel's long-awaited first birthday!
It was the first birthday of the Duke's little prince, so they wanted to hold a grand event, but it was impossible because the Duchess, the mistress, was about to give birth.
So, instead of throwing a grand party, Emily decided to celebrate Daniel's birthday with just her close friends. Keep it simple, with only those who could truly celebrate.
Now Emily's belly was nearing full term, and Daniel played next to his mother, occasionally patting her round belly.
It seemed like he was imitating what he saw his father do.
“I wish my younger sibling would be born soon.”
“Ugh.”
Emily stroked Daniel's head with a smile on her face.
“Miss, how are you feeling?”
The nanny opened the door gently and came inside.
"It's okay."
The nanny was preparing for the party and supervising the servants in place of Emily, who was heavily pregnant.
“Newmo!”
Daniel, who had discovered his nanny, sat up with a happy face.
Daniel is only 12 months old, but he started walking earlier than most people, and now he can even run quite well.
The nanny hugged Daniel tightly as if she loved him.
“It seems like your leg muscles are really developed differently.”
“I guess it’s because he takes after my husband.”
“Anyway, the young lady... says that all the good things about the young master are similar to His Excellency’s?”
At those words, Emily smiled awkwardly.
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