His Majesty Wants To Read The New Release!
Chapter 11 (3) - The Scarf That I Gave (3)
Translator: Kimmy
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The two continued talking, ignoring the suffering Emperor.
“So why do I have to go instead of him?”
“That’s because the ‘him’ is the Emperor.”
“Even if he is an Emperor, he still deserves some holiday. Just tell him to go have a fight or something.”
“But you are the reason he missed his holiday.”
“Well, I had a very important mission to find my beloved.”
“What bELoveD, you retard. I missed my holiday because of you! I’ve been dying for it!”
The Emperor, energized by his anger towards the Duke, yelled as if he was spitting fire.
However, the disrespectful cousin just disregarded what the Emperor said.
“Ah, the event? You would have missed it anyway with your terrible disguise.”
The Chancellor thought to himself that it was indeed true.
Who would ever look at that Emperor directly and dare think of him as a ‘common fan’?
The Emperor seemed absurdly confident that he would come off as a commoner but the Duke and the Chancellor were 100% sure that the Emperor would not look like a commoner in his sloppy disguise.
“I could have been not detected! I am capable of doing that! I could have gone and got my book set signed!”
“You are the Emperor, you can just order someone. Why would you insist on going yourself….”
“Sending someone and going yourself is different!”
The Chancellor and the Duke could not relate to his fanboying struggles.
The Chancellor at least listened to the Emperor to analyze his behavioral motives but the Duke had zero motivation to understand him.
“Besides that, just go to Cartul!”
“Ah. I have a fatal illness in which I will die when I am too far away from my love.”
“Then just go and die already then come back!”
The Head Butler Frantz came by to check on the situation after hearing the Emperor’s voice grew louder. The Chancellor pitifully looked at Frantz, who ran away as soon as he saw the Duke, then turned away to look out the window.
There was the mountain that borders Lesa and Cartul.
By using the gate, traveling there would, more or less, take 10 days. But, with the Duke’s power, the time would decrease by half.
Budget-wise and personality-wise, the Duke was the perfect ambassador to send to express Lesa’s bitterness.
“You see, Duke, this isn’t completely unrelated to you.”
The Chancellor apologized to Brigitta in his mind and flung out his bait.
Brigitta and Glenn immediately connected when they met, knowing they both suffered from the two Rumilesas. But in this case, it was business.
Frankly, he did feel bad for Brigitta but there was no other perfect bait to lure the Duke.
“Well, the person who needs the swordmaster verification is someone no other than Lord Emmerich herself.”
“Hm?”
The Duke immediately bit the bait.
“I missed the timing to tell you because His Majesty came, but the swordmaster that was denied was your lily.”
To be exact it was the Emperor that was denied but the Chancellor mentioned Brigitta on purpose.
The Chancellor watched the Duke’s eyes swirl with insanity and claimed victory for himself.
He was thrilled to throw this human bomb to Cartul’s prince.
He did not expect the Duke to behave accordingly looking back at how he argues with the Emperor.
And that was exactly what the Chancellor wanted.
“That bastard did that?”
“The prince wanted to keep the Swordmaster as his bodyguard. He said he wants us to go there ourselves.”
The Chancellor slyly changed his tone and sighed.
The Emperor thought to himself that the Chancellor was getting better and better at scamming people.
“Ohoho, Chancellor. I shall deliver Lesa’s message to them.”
The Duke’s face lit up with crazed eyes and an extravagant smile.
It was the face that the Emperor called ‘b-word on fire’.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
The Son of Sabina and the prince of Cartul, Diego, was a well-suited successor to the throne with his good looks and speaking skills.
Except that, he inherited his stubbornness from his mother.
He did his duties well, so he was crowned. But since then, his ego grew and started making small then, eventually, big mistakes.
Her husband and duke always just laughed it over saying, ‘the prince is still young and naive’, but Sabina was always worried.
One mistake could wipe her out in the Cartul politics but Diego always did things without thinking.
It was one of her additional duties to clean after her son’s wrongdoings.
But he never did anything irreversible.
Until now.
No one could have thought he would make such a huge mistake.
The notoriety of the depraved duke was even more well-known than the Emperor in the neighboring empires.
The reason was simple.
The young Duke Maximilien only caused trouble in foreign lands.
They all knew there were no age limits to become a mage but that was the first time they had ever felt it through their skin.
The 16-year old boy blew up gardens in this country and cracked a prince’s head in that country, and made frogs and chocolate flow out from the fountain in that country. He did many strange and ridiculous things.
Even so, no one could stop him, and the previous Emperor just ignored the complaints of the neighboring countries.
Cartul almost lost the whole western wall of the castle because of him.
“Diegooooooooooo!”
Sabina’s roar filled the castle.
She had heard that this damned prince would deal with the letter that’s to be sent to Lesa but she wasn’t aware of the content. She wanted to grab her past self by the hair and yell at her for not checking things properly.
If the Emperor was to come himself, she wouldn’t be this anxious.
In the Cartul politics, people secretly mocked the young Emperor that he was a puppet controlled by the Chancellor, but Sabina, who was the top of the Cartul politics, thought otherwise.
She knew well that, in fact, the Emperor was the rational one who stopped the Chancellor from doing crazy things.
Yes, therefore, she could have done anything like making his son kneel to resolve this if the Emperor was coming.
But these things didn’t work on the bratty Duke.
That unpredictable Duke could destroy the Cartul Empire if he wished to.
Of course she could complain to Lesa but besides the Emperor’s calm nature, he was powerful.
The God of war and Lesa’s God didn’t do it because he didn’t want to, not because he didn’t have the ability to.
Plus, even if the Duke causes trouble, they are the ones who provided the reason for him to come so they couldn’t complain.
“You bratttttt!!”
She really, truly wanted to beat his ass.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
Marquis Villiore rushed into the Emperor’s private office with the vision orb. It was because the Chancellor ordered him to go to the Emperor if there is any message from Cartul.
Almost undoubtedly, as soon as the messenger bird arrived with the Cartul Emperor’s apology letter, the vision orb that was in one corner of the Foreign Affairs Department glowed.
–I see Lesa’s son.
“Oh, Cartul. Long time no see.”
The Emperor was relaxed. People in the castle all knew how well-spoken he was despite his rough appearance.
Marquis Villiore carefully lowered the vision orb and wiped his sweat away.
The vision orb was not popular in use because it required too many magic stones and there were only a few of them even in the Kingdom.
There was one for the Emperor’s private use, one in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, one in the Chancellor’s residence, and one in the Ministry of Justice.
Marquis Villiore had the responsibility of returning the orb so, unfortunately, he had to remain here.
–I apologize for the trouble my son has caused.
“The young guy had some impressive boldness. Haha. I couldn’t believe my eyes that he openly said those things.”
–He didn’t intend to…….No, he did intend that but just like you thought, he is an immature kid.
The Emperor nodded his head understandingly.
But he didn’t expect Sabina’s face on the orb to turn pale.
“Ah yes. He just turned twenty. But with already such boldness, Cartul’s future looks bright. You must be proud.”
It meant: what did you do instead of educating your grown son.
Marquis Villiore fanned himself.
The Emperor had quite a sharp tongue like the Chancellor.
He was one of the ministers who suffered from the Emperor’s intimidating aura and sharp tongue, so he felt a little sympathetic towards Sabina.
To be fair, the only fault she had was that she was the mother of the prince.
Marquis Villiore also had a son that was soon to be presented to society.
Marquis promised to himself once again to educate his son well to not end up like her.
–Regarding the swordmaster, I will take care of it myself. So I think we should be sending ambassadors to amend things. I can’t allow myself to get the mighty Rumilesa through trouble.
“Oh my! Cartul.”
The Emperor sighed like he was really dismayed.
Of course, the Emperor, Sabina, and the heavily perspiring Marquis all knew that was just an act.
“Duke Gardelli is already on his way through the gate. As you know, it’s not contactable when one travels through the gate. And he is using magic to get things done quickly…. I must apologize.”
It was a lie.
Maximilien was not on his way yet.
He was on his way to Brigitta to hit on her once again.
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The two continued talking, ignoring the suffering Emperor.
“So why do I have to go instead of him?”
“That’s because the ‘him’ is the Emperor.”
“Even if he is an Emperor, he still deserves some holiday. Just tell him to go have a fight or something.”
“But you are the reason he missed his holiday.”
“Well, I had a very important mission to find my beloved.”
“What bELoveD, you retard. I missed my holiday because of you! I’ve been dying for it!”
The Emperor, energized by his anger towards the Duke, yelled as if he was spitting fire.
However, the disrespectful cousin just disregarded what the Emperor said.
“Ah, the event? You would have missed it anyway with your terrible disguise.”
The Chancellor thought to himself that it was indeed true.
Who would ever look at that Emperor directly and dare think of him as a ‘common fan’?
The Emperor seemed absurdly confident that he would come off as a commoner but the Duke and the Chancellor were 100% sure that the Emperor would not look like a commoner in his sloppy disguise.
“I could have been not detected! I am capable of doing that! I could have gone and got my book set signed!”
“You are the Emperor, you can just order someone. Why would you insist on going yourself….”
“Sending someone and going yourself is different!”
The Chancellor and the Duke could not relate to his fanboying struggles.
The Chancellor at least listened to the Emperor to analyze his behavioral motives but the Duke had zero motivation to understand him.
“Besides that, just go to Cartul!”
“Ah. I have a fatal illness in which I will die when I am too far away from my love.”
“Then just go and die already then come back!”
The Head Butler Frantz came by to check on the situation after hearing the Emperor’s voice grew louder. The Chancellor pitifully looked at Frantz, who ran away as soon as he saw the Duke, then turned away to look out the window.
There was the mountain that borders Lesa and Cartul.
By using the gate, traveling there would, more or less, take 10 days. But, with the Duke’s power, the time would decrease by half.
Budget-wise and personality-wise, the Duke was the perfect ambassador to send to express Lesa’s bitterness.
“You see, Duke, this isn’t completely unrelated to you.”
The Chancellor apologized to Brigitta in his mind and flung out his bait.
Brigitta and Glenn immediately connected when they met, knowing they both suffered from the two Rumilesas. But in this case, it was business.
Frankly, he did feel bad for Brigitta but there was no other perfect bait to lure the Duke.
“Well, the person who needs the swordmaster verification is someone no other than Lord Emmerich herself.”
“Hm?”
The Duke immediately bit the bait.
“I missed the timing to tell you because His Majesty came, but the swordmaster that was denied was your lily.”
To be exact it was the Emperor that was denied but the Chancellor mentioned Brigitta on purpose.
The Chancellor watched the Duke’s eyes swirl with insanity and claimed victory for himself.
He was thrilled to throw this human bomb to Cartul’s prince.
He did not expect the Duke to behave accordingly looking back at how he argues with the Emperor.
And that was exactly what the Chancellor wanted.
“That bastard did that?”
“The prince wanted to keep the Swordmaster as his bodyguard. He said he wants us to go there ourselves.”
The Chancellor slyly changed his tone and sighed.
The Emperor thought to himself that the Chancellor was getting better and better at scamming people.
“Ohoho, Chancellor. I shall deliver Lesa’s message to them.”
The Duke’s face lit up with crazed eyes and an extravagant smile.
It was the face that the Emperor called ‘b-word on fire’.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
The Son of Sabina and the prince of Cartul, Diego, was a well-suited successor to the throne with his good looks and speaking skills.
Except that, he inherited his stubbornness from his mother.
He did his duties well, so he was crowned. But since then, his ego grew and started making small then, eventually, big mistakes.
Her husband and duke always just laughed it over saying, ‘the prince is still young and naive’, but Sabina was always worried.
One mistake could wipe her out in the Cartul politics but Diego always did things without thinking.
It was one of her additional duties to clean after her son’s wrongdoings.
But he never did anything irreversible.
Until now.
No one could have thought he would make such a huge mistake.
The notoriety of the depraved duke was even more well-known than the Emperor in the neighboring empires.
The reason was simple.
The young Duke Maximilien only caused trouble in foreign lands.
They all knew there were no age limits to become a mage but that was the first time they had ever felt it through their skin.
The 16-year old boy blew up gardens in this country and cracked a prince’s head in that country, and made frogs and chocolate flow out from the fountain in that country. He did many strange and ridiculous things.
Even so, no one could stop him, and the previous Emperor just ignored the complaints of the neighboring countries.
Cartul almost lost the whole western wall of the castle because of him.
“Diegooooooooooo!”
Sabina’s roar filled the castle.
She had heard that this damned prince would deal with the letter that’s to be sent to Lesa but she wasn’t aware of the content. She wanted to grab her past self by the hair and yell at her for not checking things properly.
If the Emperor was to come himself, she wouldn’t be this anxious.
In the Cartul politics, people secretly mocked the young Emperor that he was a puppet controlled by the Chancellor, but Sabina, who was the top of the Cartul politics, thought otherwise.
She knew well that, in fact, the Emperor was the rational one who stopped the Chancellor from doing crazy things.
Yes, therefore, she could have done anything like making his son kneel to resolve this if the Emperor was coming.
But these things didn’t work on the bratty Duke.
That unpredictable Duke could destroy the Cartul Empire if he wished to.
Of course she could complain to Lesa but besides the Emperor’s calm nature, he was powerful.
The God of war and Lesa’s God didn’t do it because he didn’t want to, not because he didn’t have the ability to.
Plus, even if the Duke causes trouble, they are the ones who provided the reason for him to come so they couldn’t complain.
“You bratttttt!!”
She really, truly wanted to beat his ass.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
Marquis Villiore rushed into the Emperor’s private office with the vision orb. It was because the Chancellor ordered him to go to the Emperor if there is any message from Cartul.
Almost undoubtedly, as soon as the messenger bird arrived with the Cartul Emperor’s apology letter, the vision orb that was in one corner of the Foreign Affairs Department glowed.
–I see Lesa’s son.
“Oh, Cartul. Long time no see.”
The Emperor was relaxed. People in the castle all knew how well-spoken he was despite his rough appearance.
Marquis Villiore carefully lowered the vision orb and wiped his sweat away.
The vision orb was not popular in use because it required too many magic stones and there were only a few of them even in the Kingdom.
There was one for the Emperor’s private use, one in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, one in the Chancellor’s residence, and one in the Ministry of Justice.
Marquis Villiore had the responsibility of returning the orb so, unfortunately, he had to remain here.
–I apologize for the trouble my son has caused.
“The young guy had some impressive boldness. Haha. I couldn’t believe my eyes that he openly said those things.”
–He didn’t intend to…….No, he did intend that but just like you thought, he is an immature kid.
The Emperor nodded his head understandingly.
But he didn’t expect Sabina’s face on the orb to turn pale.
“Ah yes. He just turned twenty. But with already such boldness, Cartul’s future looks bright. You must be proud.”
It meant: what did you do instead of educating your grown son.
Marquis Villiore fanned himself.
The Emperor had quite a sharp tongue like the Chancellor.
He was one of the ministers who suffered from the Emperor’s intimidating aura and sharp tongue, so he felt a little sympathetic towards Sabina.
To be fair, the only fault she had was that she was the mother of the prince.
Marquis Villiore also had a son that was soon to be presented to society.
Marquis promised to himself once again to educate his son well to not end up like her.
–Regarding the swordmaster, I will take care of it myself. So I think we should be sending ambassadors to amend things. I can’t allow myself to get the mighty Rumilesa through trouble.
“Oh my! Cartul.”
The Emperor sighed like he was really dismayed.
Of course, the Emperor, Sabina, and the heavily perspiring Marquis all knew that was just an act.
“Duke Gardelli is already on his way through the gate. As you know, it’s not contactable when one travels through the gate. And he is using magic to get things done quickly…. I must apologize.”
It was a lie.
Maximilien was not on his way yet.
He was on his way to Brigitta to hit on her once again.
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