Translator: Kimmy

Editor: Ship

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Brigitta put down her broccoli-stuck fork.

“Your Majesty, do you still remember the bet?”

“A bet?”

The Emperor tilted his head sitting on the head of the shortened table. To elaborate on why the table was described as ‘shortened’, the Emperor said that he was uncomfortable with the needlessly long table of the Sun Castle and cut it himself into ¼.

“What bet are you talking about?”

“The bet we made during the battle of the Minesova Valley.

“Ah.”

The Emperor’s face bittered.

They did make a bet back then. He also remembered exactly what they betted for. Because it was such a strange bet.

“It was that if you can hurt me in a duel,”

“Your Majesty will be my husband.”

“Are you actually serious, Bri?”

“Not really.”

The chef of the Palace was indeed the best. She was never a fan of vegetables and fruits but she couldn’t stop eating this salad.

‘Should I learn the recipe and make one for Eva?’

Brigitta enjoyed the crisp texture of the salad and spoke again.

“First of all, I want to defeat Your Majesty and since you are strong, and your face is my type, I thought it was beneficial to bear your child.”

Sexually harassed while dining, the Emperor spat out his steak, forgetting all about his dignity.

Brigitta did not mind about the Emperor’s condition and continued speaking.

“Well, there’s that and also, I thought that crazy Duke won’t bother me anymore if you are my husband.”

“Max?”

The Emperor quickly cleaned his mouth and looked at her in surprise. And to his reaction, Brigitta also looked back at him in surprise.

“You didn’t know?”

“Is Max bothering you? Ah, and he came back from the North rejected by the woman he was trying to flirt again. How amusing. Do you perhaps know who that lady is? I would like to grant her a gift.”

Brigitta’s face distorted.

This Emperor was all perfect except that he couldn’t get the most important part. Brigitta thought if it weren’t the Chancellor this country would not have been this successful. She reconfirmed that thought and answered his question.

“That’s me.”

His effort of cleaning wasted, the Emperor spat out his food again.

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Brigitta looked up at the especially bright sky today.

‘The sky of the Sun Palace’s training hall is not so different from the sky of the North.’

Brigitta held on to her aching shoulders and stood up.

She thought she could at least succeed in one hit now but the gap in ability between the Emperor and her didn’t come close. In fact, it felt like it increased. She thought since he was an Emperor, he would be on his desk all day working, but his skills and power did not diminish at all. His monster-like power was different from that of 5 years ago.

Brigitta could not have known about his ‘training under the moonlight’ sessions that began 3 years ago, so she was very motivated to train more.

“Impressive.”

Unlike Brigitta who was bruised and bleeding, the Emperor just had a bit of dust on his pants. He was surprised. His purple amethyst colored eyes shined with curiosity.

“You use sword Magic now?”

“I learned to do it about 7 nights…..a week? ago.

“I can’t do it.”

“It’s not that Your Majesty can’t do it, it’s that you don’t do it. Perhaps because you don’t need sword magic.”

She truly believed so.

Surrounding a sword with mana? for what? This was a skill that was useless for the Emperor. His own body was stronger than such skills.

Brigitta clutched on her ringing head and sighed.

‘Ah, I thought I could win this time.’

Most of their bets were led to duels so she never won him.

So compensation aside, she always wanted to defeat him.

Her pride as the previous leader of the Genova tribe was still undiminished even after Holka collapsed.

“Ha, joy to the kingdom. It was a good choice that I brought you here. The Chancellor is indeed never wrong.”

“Does a swordmaster even mean anything? The Kingdom has you.”

“I only have one body, Bri.”

The Emperor let out a soft laugh.

“The country does not stand strong with me alone.”

The Emperor, Karlos, was a person who knew his limits well.

He was revered as the strongest man in the continent but he had one body and he was well aware that he couldn’t always overturn the flow of the battle alone, and he had no will to start another war he knew well what would cost his people.

He was also well aware of the importance of his health because of the previous Emperor.

Also, he knew—very well—that he was not suited to govern alone.

He didn’t intend to or wanted to but people were afraid of his presence.

He realized that when he was annoyed at his nanny at the age of 10 or 11, she fainted. It was quite a shocker for a boy to see a person faint just because he got annoyed.

Some said that was the blessing of Resa, the God of War and some said it was a curse but to him, it was nothing but his characteristic that was always on his way.

Because of that threatening aura, he wasn’t a crowned prince even though he was the eldest. He also only received a basic education.

It wasn’t that his father was biased, but it was because he didn’t want to see his teachers’ turn blue and faint.

If he was going to be threatening, intended, or not, he thought the lesser the number the better. Anyway, he wasn’t the crowned prince so his brother would be the Emperor and he thought he would be more useful in the Army.

But things didn’t turn out the way he expected.

His brother and father both died at the same time, fighting in the war they started.

His sister from a different mother married and fled to another continent and one of the princes betrayed and changed sides to the enemy country. The rest of the princes became disabled, died, or became a retard by the Holkan mage’s curse.

He was the least educated but the strongest, and he was the only direct blood surviving.

Oh, the despair he felt back then. He wasn’t hurt physically but even after 8 years his heart ached.

Even when he succeeded the throne in the middle of a battlefield, he couldn’t stop doubting himself. Though, he couldn’t speak out that thought because of Glenn’s glares.

It was actually better during the war. He was good at physical activities. But governing and performing the duties of an Emperor was something he was not confident in. It was not because of his basic education, but because it just wasn’t what he was good in.

He rapidly learned from Glenn before the war ended, but even so, he suffered from the pressure and difficulty.

In fact, he was still awkward at conferences. Whenever he tried to say something, advisors twice his age started trembling. He was not a monster nor would he shame anyone but they were still scared. That couldn’t be helped.

His stomach turned thinking about the future after the country has settled down. He just wanted to throw everything away and leave but his responsibility stopped him.

So to him, who decided to make use of the Chancellor until he was old and unable to work, the news that Brigitta was a swordmaster now was really good news.

Brigitta Emmerich. His one and only student. Her being a swordmaster meant she was worth thousands of soldiers. He was about to decide to award Margrave Siegfried when he realized.

The reason that bastard Max was rejected once again was because she was the swordmaster.

It was gratifying. If he was alone, he would have burst into laughter.

‘How dare he try to date before me. And on top of that, my student?’ The Emperor thought to himself.

“Is Max bothering you a lot?”

“Can I crack it?”

“What?”

“His head or his nuts.”

“……..Well, uh….he is still one of the only two surviving royal family so.. extending our bloodline is important…..If you could reconsider it.”

Today was the best day of the year except that Brigitta’s straightforward words made him sweat.

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“News! News!”

The newsboy loitered around the streets.

“News that Lord Brigitta Emmerich is a swordmaster! Fresh news just out from the Chancellor himself!”

Eva, who was walking to the publisher with the fixed manuscript, lost her consciousness.

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“This one is really good. The fixed male lead is especially remarkable. More charming than the previous one. This will be popular.”

“What? ah….. Thank you.”

“Are you not well? Are you still feeling sick?”

The editor watched Eva with worried eyes.

Levonah Publishing’s best star author Evangeline was weak just as she looked and often got sick. There were even multiple times that assigned editors had to beg her to rest.

The manuscripts she brought with a pale face and trembling eyes were always good. So, there was even word that a best seller would be out when Eva was sick.

“N,no. I’m not sick. Well, ah, I just heard some news.”

“Ah. yes. A swordmaster, can you believe that! According to the news the swordmaster is a student of the Emperor. Isn’t it awesome? This would be a good romance novel theme. The male lead that is an Emperor and a teacher and a female lead that is a student and swordmaster!”

“Pfjflds”

“Eva?!”

The genders are right but won’t the genre change?

Eva wiped the tea she spat out and thought.

Anyway, Brigitta was the Emperor’s acquaintance. Eva felt it through her bones that Brigitta was an outstanding person that couldn’t compare to a commoner like her.

Eva looked at the editor who was excitedly talking about the news and wiggled her hands.

My god, a swordmaster.

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