I could see a colorful color through the window. I felt that spring has come after winter. The green buds also came up on the dry branches throughout the winter.

"Already a month and a half."

Cyril took off her glasses and rubbed her eyelids. A month and a half, it's been so long since Julia left the capital. As the emperor was away, the burden increased on him. The only comfort was that the attitude of the capital aristocrats was as gentle as the papers piled up in his office every day.

On 2 March 271, the Imperial calendar was now in the southern part of the continent, Count of Sepia. Three days ago, she had been in regular contact, so I thought I'd get back to her this evening.

She, who is thorough in other things, used to procrastinate and pull regular contacts with her. Of course, I knew it was because there was trust in myself.

'Cause if you're in a hurry, I can contact you.’

And yet, not to do so was meant to be not really urgent. It was his job to wait now. Cyril wanted to keep her mind off this place until she arrived in the capital city of Mila.

"Since when did you have such a proud thought?"’

Julia's words to stop testing herself were somehow pleasing. Unlike Eusto and Felix, he had a different line drawn on him. If it was trust to give them, it seemed more like credit to me. It was just right.

"Maybe it's spring, but it's not like me.’

Is he a harbinger of something? When he attempted to rebel against Yulia, he was trapped in the tower of the former sorcerer by Duke Pez.

Even though I had received the day of my death, I was strangely not afraid of the pleasant and anticipated feeling. Then, as expected, Julia changed in a good way and offered herself a deal.

'The problem is not that this feeling is pleasant...….’

When I drank tea with a good scent, the first taste was light and fresh, but what was left on the tip of my tongue was bitter and bitter, so I felt like I was bothered. Cyril wore glasses with a small sigh of laughter as if she was thinking something was not working.

I worked all morning, but I had a lot of work to do. He grabbed a pen and concentrated on the document again. Some of them were handled by Julia in the south.

I think you'll be talking about enlisted men when you get back.’

More than half of the events that have occurred so far, as well as the South, have been linked to the corruption of the Knights. There were also many problems caused by the nobles having enlisted men.

Julia has never spoken properly, but she has spoken in a flowing manner. She seemed to think that the power of the nobles needed to be broken if the country was to be stabilized.

Not only that, but I think you're trying to fix the identity system itself.’

It seemed to prevent armed conflict in the long run by leaving class movements open and without soldiers. Several plans to prepare underwater step by step without her presentation drew a clear picture. Declaring change will be a moment, but going through it will be a long fight.

The problem is that I want to be part of that long fight somehow.

I felt like I was asking Julia to shackle myself. I've never felt this way in my life. Cyril did not stop the smile from spreading and reviewed other documents. In order to successfully complete Julia's Southern expedition, he had to support himself thoroughly.Then, I heard a knock on the door.

Marquis Ardea was the only one who requested a visit today, and he had already been there in the morning.’

Unlike when I used to use my office with Julia, few people visited my current office without an appointment. Cyril wondered and allowed him to enter the room, keeping his eyes on the papers.

"Just tell me your business."

"I ask you to meet Count Weddin."

"The Earl of Weddin...…?”

It was a strange thing. Cyril wondered if a vaguely uncharacteristic impression of me was a harbinger of this. Brick officially rejected all requests from other nobles who wanted to visit. Cyril's regular visits seemed to be accepted as a substitute for Julia.

Of course, it was the first time that Julia had asked Cyril to do so after leaving the expedition. The reason why I couldn't help but think that it was strange was because the next area that Julia was headed to was the Count of Lubai.

"Do you think you're going into a trap on your own?"

Then it was better for him to go in. Cyril was thinking he was the one to cut off Yulia.

Your Majesty has always suspected Earl Weddin. I thought it was suspicious, too.

She could pay off some of her remaining debts if she could take advantage of his trap.

"Tell him I'll be there soon."

"I'm sorry to have kept you so busy."

"No, the Earl is your guest, so I'm sure he'll treat you."

When Cyril answered with a ceremonial smile and greeting, Brick nodded gently. Compared to after the fire two months ago, he said his complexion improved a lot, but he still seemed far from healthy.

"What's the matter with the count looking for me like this?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to bring it up."

"No, if it's something I can listen to, I'd be happy to."

"When I saw new leaves coming out of the window, I felt frustrated staying in the room."

At that moment, there was a strange atmosphere in the room. Cyril spoke with consideration, turning a blind eye to his intentions.

"Maybe it's okay to dress warmly and take a walk in the garden. I'll ask Tae-ui."

"He is also very grateful."

Brick made the point with a smile.

"I'd like to visit the suburbs for a few days, if you'll let me."

“…….”

Cyril watched him for a while. Of course, there were quite a few people in the palace who knew about regular communication with Julia. But it was only Cyril and those in several positions. Of course Brick should not know.

There's a rat in the palace.’

Cyril spun around once more and talked to him like a quiver.

"Your Majesty will be back soon. He will come by the end of this month at the latest. So why don't you come back and go with me?"

It meant that it would be faster to wait than to send a messenger to contact Julia. But Brick smiled leisurely and said to Cyril.

"I understand that the Earl can speak to His Majesty sooner than that."

Cyril looked at him without answering for a moment. It was hard to see what his navy eyes over his glasses were thinking. He was so good-natured that he was always friendly to Yulia. But this attitude was disparate.

"You brought up something that would be suspected of.’

But Brick went on as if he didn't care.

"Maybe I said something I shouldn't have said.""What do you mean?"

"Of course, not as much as your trusted Chancellor, Count Venus, but I was there in my own way."

Oddly enough it seemed sarcastic that Cyril had only stayed with her for about half a year.

"Your majesty is a thorough man, and beside him is Felix, the servant."

"That's right."

Cyril replied calmly. But Brick spoke with a strange looking down smile.

"I don't want you to be offended."

I was struck by the words. He was using speech to make his opponent narrow-minded. If you don't listen and know this part, you'll surely sound unhappy with him.

"So you wouldn't have really left the palace alone, and then the Chancellor thought there would be a means of immediate contact with you."

Cyril put off answering for a while. Brick was trying to attack himself in many ways.

He was sarcastic that Cyril was not trusted enough to trust the palace even when Julia went abroad. Cyril seemed to have no credibility enough to ask for permission for even minor affairs. Such Cyril implicitly expressed the meaning of trying to disturb even a small outing by treating Brick, who had been by the emperor's side for a longer time.

'If this is distorted and passed on to the outside world, it will be very difficult.’

There were several courtiers in this room. Just in case, I chose words that would not be misunderstood.

"You speak so grandly."

"Is that so? I don't like to be misunderstood."

"I'll go over it. Is there a place you want to go?"

"The Chancellor doesn't believe me.”

It was also a very difficult question to answer.

"I'd rather have old people like the nymphs.’

He used his weak position to dig into words he didn't even show. He spoke to him weakly with a more wistful face because of his illness.

"I don't want to do anything suspicious to you or the Chancellor."

Cyril thought he was going to say he wouldn't go out.

"So I'll leave everything to the Chancellor. I have enough places to relax nearby. The prime minister can also decide on the appointment."

It's a trap. I didn't expect it.

From surrendering to surrendering to the Empire during the war to lying flat on Yulia. It was all a thoroughly self-defeating act. But all of a sudden, I didn't expect to simply reveal my teeth. As if cutting out the cereal is enough right now. The problem was that there was no way to avoid this word.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be nice to you.’

It was a sound that would make Julia frown when she heard it. Cyril quite liked her being troubled by herself. It was a small pleasure gained instead of being eaten by her. Because she used to give me a lot of trouble, too. Cyril smiled and willingly stepped into the trap.

"I see. I hope I can deliver the good news as soon as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Count Venus."

Brick smiled as if it were a gift to him alone. That day, Cyril was granted permission after talking to Yulia about this in regular contact. It was quiet for two days after Brick left. And it was the third day.

"I'm in trouble, Count Venus!"

The servant in charge of his office came in to announce the abnormality. Cyril asked nonchalantly, putting a communication tool with Yulia in his arms as if he had expected."What's going on?"

"A fire broke out in a nearby imperial villa!"

I wondered why it was a fire. What Brick experienced in the new year was a fire, and so was this time. The same trick would be perfect for suspicious fraud, but I wondered what the intention was.

"Is Count Weddin safe?”

"It is said that life is not in danger, but unconscious."

I think it's going to be noisy.’

The moment Cyril thought so, there was another uninvited guest who burst into his office.

"Count Venus! How dare you kill our Count Weddin!"

None other than the nobles of the former Weddin kingdom.

Your Majesty, I think you'll have to fire me.

"What?"

Cyril's first words were unexpected.

It's not like I quit, it's like I have to cut.’

Julia looked at the communication tool with a dumb face. Of course it was the same with Eusto and Felix, who were listening together.

'It's my first time contacting Cyril, so I had to think it would be a big deal.’

It was really unexpected.

"Cyril, explain what happened."

- Another fire broke out.

"Fire, location?"

It's not an imperial palace.

"By the way."

Remember the other day, your Majesty gave you permission to count Weddin?

"I remember."

The story comes from regular contacts before departing from Count Sepia. Brick, who had been confined to his room all along, had made an unexpected request to Cyril. While recuperating at the palace, he asked if he could go out to a nearby villa for a few days now that the weather has gotten quite warm.

"Don't tell me..."

-Yes, a fire broke out in a nearby villa where Count Weddin was staying for a nursing home.

"Is Count Weddin safe?"

- The consciousness has not returned yet, but it is said that it is not life-threatening.

Julia was relieved to hear that first. If it's life-threatening, things will get bigger.

"Explain the correlation between that and cutting you."

As soon as she spoke as if she had calmed down enough, Cyril began, clearing her throat once.

- I'm half voluntarily trapped in the office of Chancellor of the Imperial Palace.

"Captured? Does that mean someone wanted it, even if it was voluntary?"

-Yes, I am currently accused of attempting to kill Count Weddin. As you may expect, someone is a former Weddin aristocrat.

"…are you accusing me of choosing and appointing a villa?"

That's right.

Cyril's voice, which answered "fortunately or unfortunately," remained calm. Julia, on the other hand, clenched her fist.

Why the hell did he do this?’

I couldn't understand. Isn't this why you want Julia to doubt you? It was strange to even ask Cyril a few days ago if he had a direct connection with Julia.

"Are you in a hurry, or are you confident that you can escape my doubts even if you do this?"’

He is outright Yulia is what scared him so or not confident to make might walk.

"So you're in voluntary custody."

Marquis Ardea is trying to mediate, but if I touch them here, they'll get out of hand.

"Can you hold on until the load is gone?"

- What's so hard? I have to work anyway, so I'm glad the detention center is my office.

Despite this situation, Cyril was Cyril. Julia asked him with a grin.

"Are you okay in this situation? It's like being framed."

- Didn't I tell you last time that it was a trap?

It was an inevitable choice to walk in even though he knew it. Cyril spoke to Yulia with a distinctive confident voice.-I believe you, Your Majesty.

"Your words somehow sound like you're trying to make Jim suffer."

-You can't think so. You doubt my loyalty too much.

What a f*cking liver it is that?

Julia gave a slight frown and a sigh of relief. After discussing simple measures with Cyril, Julia hurried to prepare to move up to the capital. Marquis Ardea was simply not a pushover for the former Weddin aristocracy, but there will be limits.

"Rushing to get ready to return to the capital."

"All right, Your Majesty."

On the night of March 5, 271, Emperor Julia ended the Southern Expedition and headed to the capital.

"For the next two weeks, or ten days at Her Majesty's pace.

After cutting off communication with Julia, Cyril thought while hiding the communication device in her arms. The possibility was small, but there was also the possibility that the former Wedin nobles would exert force.

"If Count Weddin were to happen before that, I would have stopped it."

Under this circumstance, Cyril seemed to know their intentions more clearly. To be honest, the empire was never in a stable state. The consciousness of being a country was too light, just because it was too much to leave a gap in the mud. In particular, right after the war, the emperor himself had to deal with it, and more homework was piled up.

The nobles thought the great name of the empire would not last long. For them, Lanchea was nothing but a pavilion of thought. It was only thanks to Julia's charisma to hold on.

Everything you do is radical.’

It was generally a good direction, but it wasn't in everyone's interest. Of course, Cyril had great affinity and confidence in an emperor who knew it was a difficult task. Even in this situation, I was able to look at the documents by turning the pen stand.

However, the emperor's status was too large, which served as both an advantage and a disadvantage. He was a creature who dared not stand up to anyone and relied firmly on them. But it could have been a backstop loophole for someone.

Count Weddin attacked the loophole. Julia was charismatic, but she was not the type to give aristocrats sweets. On the contrary, Count Weddin, former Weddin King Brick, was good at it. It was just as if he was not in power and could still move his nobles.

Perhaps he will take this opportunity to tear apart the nobles in Lanchea. The Imperialists and the Old Kingdoms.

I was just the right prey in the process.

The young prime minister, who is not from Ranchea, tried to rebel against the emperor, but held hands because of necessity. It was Cyril's location from the outside. Eustona Felix and other former Lanchea nobles would have been hard to touch.

But that's because I don't know you very well.’

It started with the assumption that Julia would suspect Cyril if the incident happened. To their chagrin, they did not leave Cyril's feelings for Brick in the public domain.

I didn't explain much to Yulia, but in fact now in the capital, Cyril was rumored to be jealous. A single emperor, and a chancellor of the same age who was suddenly trusted. And the men beside the emperor.

Among them, the story spread as if it were true that Cyril was jealous of Brick, who Julia was around. And Eusto and Felix couldn't touch it, so they faced an arrow to the poor, powerless king of destruction.

People love gossip.The one who didn't like Cyril from the beginning, the one who complained about Yulia, the one who had other thoughts. I spread it out with a lot. Cyril was not worried or offended by the situation. He didn't care about his reputation, at least he was conscious of being trusted by Julia.

I can stretch out because I have such confidence. An emperor like the sun devoured himself too simply.

I'm rather worried about...….

'Your Majesty's lamb is scarier.’

As soon as he heard the rumor, he might cast a curse spell on himself and start. Cyril worked in his office as usual, expecting a little trouble in ten days' time.

"It feels like two months, or just ten days, it's a mess."

Upon arriving at the Imperial City, Julia thought, looking at the former Weddin aristocrats waiting for her as if they were her own house.

"You're finally here, Your Majesty."

It was a sharp tone. Marquis Ardea, who had been around a decade trying to stop them, was seen holding her hand on her forehead. Julia got off the horse and passed them, ignoring their greetings.

"Are you ignoring us? Because of your negligence, our former, or Earl Weddin!"

Julia, who was passing by ignoring them, stopped right there. Weddin nobles looked at her with the hope that she would listen to them. But their expectations were simply shattered.

"Where is the Chancellor who deserves the return of Jim?"

At Julia's words, the Weddin nobles remained silent for a moment. Then, soon, a loud voice rang as if it were a confession.

"Are you looking for such a sinner, a petty murderer?"

"Is this the price you've given us to trust in your eyes and trust in Weddin?"

They shouted angrily out of resentment.

"Crime man?"

In a low voice, Julia turned her head and looked at them and said. Her blue eyes shot at them, colder and fiercer than usual.

"Who are you calling a sinner now?"

"Who would it be? Don't tell me that the Ranchean nobles have given you this important message!"

"Discriminatory……!"

Shouting from the front, they shut up the next minute. This was because one of the Weddin nobles, the sword of Julia, was pointed at the count of Polyum.

"When did Jim allow you to speak?"

“…….”

"When did Jim allow you to enter?"

Julia turned completely around and looked at them. Julia, fresh back from the expedition, was completely armed. She looked around the castle with a sharp look. Some of the knights and users of each family were also seen nearby, apparently staying at the Imperial City.

Originally, this was a place for Cyril and others appointed by Julia to wait. They invaded the position at will. This was a complete disregard for the Emperor.

"Did you bring your soldiers to the Imperial City to rebel?"

"Well, it's...….”

Julia's sword has fallen a little. And soon pressed slightly down on the center of his neck. The red veins trickled down from the edge of the sword.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."!”

The Weddin nobles were frightened to stop her. But there was no shaking in the eyes of the Emperor. Rather, what they saw was a despot-like madness.

"Why is your mouth so quiet that you've just been so good at it's”

“…….”

"How come Jim doesn't answer the question?"

Julia smiled with only one corner of her mouth raised. Unlike the face she showed at the time of the banquet, there was no gap. It was completely beyond their expectations.In the past two years, Julia has lost a lot of faith in being called a tyrant. He recently announced that it was because of drugs and that he was trying to comfort the aristocrats at the banquet.

So, of course, I thought he would care about tyrants and listen to them. He expected to be busy asking and apologizing for Count Weddin first. Otherwise, all the Weddin nobles could have turned their backs on them.

However, the emperor opened his mouth with a cold and cruel face as if he had no such thing in his mind.

"Your head seems to have run out of use."

The emperor's black maidens took turns to manage and never dulled the day. Count Polyum felt the sharp sensation on his neck and looked at the taillight.

His family, his life, his master Brick. It all went like a panorama. My body trembled when I thought I could die here.

Where did the courage to speak up to the emperor come from? He thought he must have been possessed by something. The Emperor had never hidden his claws.

He captured a keen blue eye. No, it wasn't meant to be. It's just that it didn't crash because it was on the ground. But even the land seemed to be mushy. Is it the ground that is under his feet? I felt like I was trying to swallow myself as if I was in a swamp.

Count Polyum had to go through the longest tens of seconds of my life, feeling his eyes spinning. Then, I heard footsteps approaching slowly.

"Your Majesty."

The gaze directed at the Weddin nobles shifted to where the voice came from.

"I heard you were sick.”

"Your Majesty has returned... How can I keep my seat?"

Brick, supported by a servant, offered an example to Yulia. Normally she would say no, but this time she sat back and watched until she posted all the examples.

"Early Weddin…Brick Wade, Master of the Ga Empire, Your Majesty…"I see somebody."

Just listening to it made me feel tired. He barely breathed out his breath in a cracked voice and paid homage to Yulia. Only then did the Weddin nobles realize that they did not have the least courtesy.

"I, Lord of the Empire, see His Majesty!"

Except for Count Polyum, whose chin tip was caught in Julia's sword, everyone lowered their bodies and paid homage to Julia. She looked around with a cool face.

There was no woman who waved her hands to wake up because she was like usual. They felt the emperor's immense pressure more than usual. Maybe it's because I lowered my body. Even though it couldn't be, I felt the weight of the air over my shoulder.

"Count Weddin."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He replied to Yulia, still on his knees, low. I was not allowed to raise my head, so I couldn't even look away from the floor.

"You must have something to say to Jim."

"…I was careless… I'm sorry to have caused you this concern."

"That means."

I slightly relaxed the sword that Julia held. At that moment, the sword that touched the neck of Count Polyum slipped and headed to his chest. It wasn't a deep stab, but it was enough to cut his clothes.

"Gasp!"

Count Polyum unconsciously made a new sound. Even in this situation, he turned pale thinking he had lost face. Julia continued to talk to Brick, waving her sword a little by little by little."Does that mean you're responsible for all this fire?"

Brick swallowed his breath for a moment at her words.

"…yes. The servants and knights are guilty of protecting me.”

He's turning it around.’

His way of speaking was very subtle. That's not what I meant by pretending to cover up the servants and knights.

"What's in my luggage is different."

"A rumor... sometimes it's wrong."

Julia stared at him.

"These are your predecessors. No, it looks like I'm still with you."

"Scary sound... He's doing it.

Brick said, strongly denying it as if it never was.

"Really? Is it impolite to drink water with death in front of luggage, not simply because of friendship?"

"Please... forgive them...…, you've been with me for more than a decade."

"So what?"

"They're like me, like children and brothers... It's thinking, not something else."

Brick leaned down further, saying so. Weddin nobles swallowed their breath when they saw their foreheads bent so close to the ground. Just by looking at it, I could feel how sad they were about the situation now.

It's not that they don't understand.

I thought it was stupid. At least a child can do it blindfolded. I didn't know if it was Brick's misfortune to not be able to do that, or if he was also meant to be.

"Your Majesty, please... I'll pay you back for your sins...…. Please forgive me generously, even in my sight."

Brick pleaded once more.

I'll leave it at that for now.’

This could immediately lead to a threat against Cyril. Furthermore, hitting them here would only provoke a stronger backlash.

The threat of lying flat on her stomach, Julia wanted just that much. She told him with her sword pulled against Count Polyum.

"The ground is still cold. Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Brick barely lifted his head and the servant beside him supported him.

Julia turned to the Weddin nobles and said.

"We'll investigate the villa fire thoroughly. I'm not gonna let Jim off the hook.”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Seeing Count Weddin's face, I'll call your rudeness this once and for once in a while.

Julia spoke sternly, shedding blood slightly from the sword.

"But not twice. Remember, you are also now the people of Lanchea."

As it was, Julia moved toward the main palace where her office was located. The Weddin nobles, staring blankly at the back, could only raise themselves after her figure disappeared from view.

"Your Highness...!"

Brick shook his head at the voice, reaching for his mouth. I was told not to call me that.

"I can't believe you've been through this.”

Those who couldn't say a word in front of Julia talked sadly. Brick comforted them with a Parisian complexion.

"I'm fine. And tell him. I am no longer in that position, Count Polyum."

"Hi……."

"I want you to stay strong all the time, Earl.”

“…….”

I could feel a different look over my pale complexion. The knights who stood guard in the castle, including Sijong, who supported him, gave them a strange look. Brick added a word to them as if it were just a casual remark."That way, I'm less sorry. To you, to the people of Weddin."

Julia walked unarmed and opened the door of the prime minister's office. The carpets were dirty, perhaps because the Weddin nobles had made a scene in the Oval Office. He was busy moving his hands with his nose stuck in the document.

"Cyril, are you all right?"

He slowly raised his head, as if nothing had happened, to the question of concern.

"I see His Majesty, the Lord of the Empire."

"…did you think Jim would want that in this situation?"

"You don't want to get a scar on your neck."

Julia frowned at his words. He seemed to be watching everything happen here. Julia grumbled out of spite.

"Maybe you should have come out to greet your burden, Marquis Ardea is ten years old.”

"As I said, I've been keeping a low profile, so I just thought it would be better not to come forward until you've disposed of it yourself."

Julia sat down on the sofa with a big sigh. Only then did Cyril get up from his seat and come up with a proper example.

"I'm glad you're back safely, Your Majesty."

"There was nothing wrong with Jim not being safe, what if you get hurt as long as you keep your house safe?”

"I understand that Your Majesty was not only a saint."

Cyril glanced at Julia's hand, saying so. He seemed to be talking about his injuries during the siege of Tern.

"Cyril."

"I'll correct it."

After he said so, he sat in front of Julia. Soon, Flena and Felix stepped in the car and had an atmosphere to talk. Cyril opened her mouth as if she was going to take a breather.

"It's quiet around the office. Thank you."

Julia looked at him with bewilderment at the words.

"It would have been simpler for you to cut me off."

"Why should Jim do something only good for you?"

Cyril smiled lightly at Julia's words. The sight reminded her of rumors circulating in the castle. Rumor has it that he and Cyril were in an internal relationship.

It wasn't just Cyril.

Was Brick so staged, or did the Weddin nobles think so.

'Or is it the rumor that it's spread freely to the taste of the people?'

Having had a history of the past two years, Julia has now become an emperor who has ties to several of the nobles, not ordinary men.

As an emperor, having many men itself was not a flaw at all. Rather, it has become a good gossip for those who like to chat.

They just haven't left their seats because the situation hasn't stabilized yet, and everyone is clamoring about fighting for the highest empress position among them.

Julia asked Cyril, who was overly nonchalant.

"Come to think of it, since when did you like Jim?"

It was Eusto and Felix who were there who responded to the question.

"Your Majesty!"

"That's a rumor!"

The two looked even more bitter than Cyril.

"That's the way I distorted your service as a servant."

Eusto was uncharacteristically long-spoken.

"Hey, that's right! Count Vennus pukes on your majesty in every case, so I don't think so!"

Felix shook his head in an unprecedentedly strong denial. You don't have to say bad things about Cyril. For your information, the rumours included Eusto and Felix.

'There are so many different rumors, so there are different candidates for differently.’

Of course, Julia was the one who brought it up to make fun of Cyril. But he opened his mouth in a calm manner."Didn't you know that until now? I'm quite fond of you."

"Gee, Gee, what are you talking about, Count Venus!"

Felix was thinking of covering his mouth right away, and before I knew it, there were various shapes on the fountain pen.

Eusto seemed to stay put, and his house was lightly black with a butter knife.

'…everyone's so scared.'

But Cyril was not at all agitated. On the contrary, he said to Yulia, "One step further.

"Your Majesty speaks as if I will never like you."

"It's him……."

Julia scratched the back of her head at the words.

'I don't know if Cyril Venus is...'s Cyril Venus...…?’

It seemed to be the farthest from a relationship or something. In a sense, Cyril had the most similar mindset to Julia. For him, the primary purpose was not power, but to lead the country properly.

There was a much greater chance that love feelings would get in the way. Unlike Julia, who sometimes acts up to her heart's content, Cyril wasn't the type to do such a thing.

'At least I think.’

Julia patted Felix's nervous looking head and replied.

"Aren't you more interested in work than in a relationship with a person?"

"You sound like a workaholic.”

"Isn't that so?"

"I won't deny it."

Cyril, however, showed a pale smile. This situation seemed to be quite pleasant.

After one playful talk, he began to talk seriously about the incident.

"You know, things aren't so good."

"Yes, the reputation of me or some people has become a gossip for drinking."

On the contrary, it was more curious. To be honest, we could have used arson to create a more serious rumor or structure. However, the direction in which the rumor spread was too light. It was not seriously a confrontation between Cyril and Brick or a conflict of power, but only a fight of passion.

"What the hell is the intention?"

Of course, it was a little difficult. For the next few years, Julia would not discuss matters such as marriage or concubine.

Emperor Julia was only 23 years old and had too much to do. Therefore, he secretly pressured those who talked about such topics at the banquet. So that it doesn't come out on the surface.

However, the rumor was likely to create public opinion. Yulia won the crown through the battle of succession, so there were few remaining imperial families.

I'd say they're a very distant relative.’

She was so strong that she could only speak less, but to be honest, she was in a very uneasy situation. Julia let out a small sigh.

"If you were trying to annoy Jim, you might have been halfway through it.”

"For that, you don't look too worried about it."

"If it doesn't work out, it'll work out whether you sign a contract or have a political marriage.”

It was the other two who actually fluctuated at her insignificant words. Felix's face was blue, just outside Julia's eye. Eusto's face was just a little stiff, but his clenched fist turned white without blood.

Cyril sent sympathy to the other two for the emperor's appearance, who had no clue whether he had noticed it or didn't care. No, maybe they shouldn't be the only ones to have sympathy.Julia went on as if it were really nothing.

"It's still a long way off anyway."

"Yes, this arson case has only temporarily halted the controversy."

"Your premiership is not safe yet."

"I'm prepared for that."

"I don't want you to be prepared. Jim is in trouble."

Indeed, the arson case had to be thoroughly investigated. In particular, it was the case that the means was a fire.

"What on earth is Brick thinking, after creating such a questionable situation."

The intentions were read in so many ways. Whether he wants to be suspicious, or if he wants to be suspicious and put Julia in trouble. Either he or he's trying to create a rift with the nobles. Or are you trying to narrow the scope of your movement by causing problems with Julia's marriage?

It could be everything.’

It was a formidable opponent. It would have been simpler if he had intended to rule by force alone. It was a trap because I knew it wasn't.

'Is comforting enough to confirm that he should not be trusted?'

At least that was for sure. It was difficult to create this situation by chance. Besides, it seemed that all about Count Rubai was not over.

"Well, we have to do it step by step for now.’

And if it doesn't work out, I'll have to rely on the most confident force. He wasn't a saint enough not to use the means he could use.

"It's best to leave Felix to investigate the arson case at the villa."

Felix nodded for granted at Julia's words.

"Thanks to Duke Othdan, we have identified the ancient magical structure, and we will certainly investigate it."

"Yes, I ask you to join Marquis Ardea."

Felix faltered for a moment at the words. He was a little out of touch with the Marquis. However, he smiled and nodded as if he could do well.

"Leave it to me, Your Majesty."

Julia nodded and then looked at Eusto.

"Find out what the aristocrats in the capital are saying."

"All right."

"And, if possible, let the rumours sink to some extent."

Eusto nodded as if he had hoped for it. Julia went so far as to turn to Cyril again.

'…can I take it out now?’

There was something I had been thinking about ever since I became Julia, including this expedition.

Private Revolutionists.

Of course, it was thanks to old life knowledge. In order to strengthen the royal power and establish a framework for central government, the aristocrats had to withdraw their power. And it wasn't an easy thing to do.

But you have to. Rather, at a time like this.'

Rather, it will be more difficult when it becomes a stable situation and Julia does not press with power, that is, when she tries to run state affairs through persuasion and dialogue. Julia's seat was not a place where she could do well only with the face of a good person. Looking at her troubled, Cyril had a face telling her anything.

What a great partner you are.

Especially when it comes to the work of nobles.

"Cyril, there's something I'd like to leave to you.”

"Say it."

"Jim will take this opportunity to eliminate the soldiers of the nobility."

At her words, Cyril raised the corners of her mouth as if she had heard what she had been waiting for. But the words that were brought up were cold.

"It's not gonna be easy, you know?"

"Of course."

Julia answered immediately, as if by definition. I wouldn't have felt this much if I had just become a Yulia. Duke Fez, Count Envida, then banquet, and this Southern expedition. I couldn't say I'd seen the whole wide empire with it. But I knew how rotten the nobles were."But with soldiers, corruption grows better. If you know this and don't touch it, Jim doesn't deserve to be emperor."

Cyril looked at her quietly for a moment. He soon spoke calmly as if he had been told to do business.

"If you're confused, you have to do it all at once, so you can get swept away. I'll do the work below."

Julia grinned at his words.

"You'll be too busy to scream."

It was a great workaholic who thought so but liked it. One day when spring began, Julia then breathed the first wind of a firestorm.

Mila, the capital of the Ranchean Empire, had several salons for aristocrats. The most popular place among them was a membership salon named Oreha. There were delicious drinks and food in a neat facility, but above all, it was thanks to many of the living rooms they had.

The characteristic of this drawing room, which can be used for five times the usual salon fee, was that it was fully confidential. Upon entering the drawing room, the sound from the outside was completely blocked and all orders were served using magic tools until the end of the use time. In addition, the moment you press end of use, the traces of someone staying have disappeared neatly.

Thanks to this, people with special reasons used to use the drawing room. For example, they were former Wedin aristocrats who had an uneasy mind against the emperor as they are today.

"How's the wound, Earl of Polyum?"

"I don't care about this.”

The wound on Julia's sword had bandages wrapped around the neck of Count Polyum. He even saw a lantern in front of the emperor, but his original memory was distorted over time.

"You're still young...You think it'll be all right if you hold a sword and install it!"

"Hey, Earl, if your Majesty finds out, he'll strike again.”

Another aristocrat who was around said, poking him. But Count Polyum struck me in the chest and shook my head.

"What's wrong with hitting the scenery? I was already ready to die when you pointed a sword at my neck!"

Distorted memories used to heroize themselves. Count Polyum said to the other nobles, "I am upset."

"More than that, it is disgraceful and I want to die, Your Highness is bowing down so much.”

"That's right, we were too hasty.”

The nobles nodded at the other's words. Come to think of it, I knew that the emperor was not an easy person even during the New Year's arson incident. But what Brick went through right away was even more painful.

"This isn't going to work."

"Even if I can't... Your Majesty has already told me. This is the last time."

Come to think of it, I have already protested directly to the emperor twice. Most of the Weddin nobles just didn't say it out loud, and knew it was beyond common sense. Deep down, as Yulia pointed out, they didn't recognize her as an emperor.

"Didn't you all see the look on your face?"

"…ah."

They recalled the look Brick was looking at today, asking him to hang in there. Anyone else would have been told to be just comforting them, but it was different for them to look after Brick in the Kingdom of Weddin.

'You don't think...….’

Weddin nobles thought he might have a different idea from the time he surrendered to Julia. Such a wise man really wouldn't have just given up his kingdom. Of course, there was something more painful because he would have made a decision for the people of Weddin or for himself.Count Polyum spoke with clenched fists.

"Isn't that your signal to empower us?"

"…maybe.”

"Are you in a difficult position to tell us in person?”

"But so is this…… what can we do about it?"

Rather than empowering him, he was more likely to be executed as a traitor if he made a clumsy move. As the nobles shook their heads and became sullen, Count Polyum 'tang' at the table.

"Why is there no way? The emperor is the master of the empire, but there is one more place for power."

"…don't tell me, Count Polyum."

"Don't you all know the rumors circulating in the capital these days?"

It was none other than a love fight between Emperor Julia and the men around her. Among them was Brick's name. Of course, the Weddin aristocrats didn't welcome the story very much. How good can it be for them to be mentioned as someone's companion and concubine?

"But you've never shown such a sign at a banquet, have you?"

"If there was really nothing, would there be a rumor? Just half a year ago, Your Majesty called other men into his bedroom every night!"

Count Polyum was intoxicated with himself, saying it was reasonable to say so.

"On top of that, your majesty deprived Count Luvai of his title on this expedition and sentenced him to labor."

"I did."

"As you know, only a few know that Earl Rubai was your full-time marriage, but how could Your Majesty know?"

Everyone opened their eyes wide at the word. Come to think of it, it was. It's something you wouldn't know unless you were pretty close to Brick.

"The Count of Luvai was a noble of a long-established family, a man of common sense, not a traitor."

Other nobles nodded in sympathy with his words.

"That's right. Everyone was saying that it would be hard because your husband was so honest.”

"Well, actually, I thought it was weird when I heard the news. I'm not the type to...….”

The wild speculation has also led to misinterpretation of visible facts. Count Polyum, convinced by the reaction, said his conjecture as if it were the correct answerable.

"Isn't the fact that Count Rubai had a reason to cut him off?"

"Huh."

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Looking at Julia coming out of the bath, Flena asked.

"Is there water in your ear?"

Flena was surprised and handed a towel to Yulia. She tapped her ear with a towel and thought it was strange. It wasn't water, but my ears were itchy.

"Someone's swearing at me out."

Julia grinned, thinking so.

'There are so many people who stick...….’

She patted her ears moderately and left the bathroom in a gown, thinking it was just her feeling. Conditions reflexively sat sprawling on a familiar sofa in front of me.

"Now I feel like I'm going to live.”

Julia breathed out loud, saying so. Today was a very hard day for me personally. It was honestly hard just to have a meeting in Cyril's office upon returning. But as soon as it was over, servants, who seemed to be waiting for her to return, were waiting in front of the office.

Inevitably, Julia was only able to return to her room after one more urgent meeting. He was even more tired because he wore armor when he heard that the aristocrat Wedin was holding out in the Imperial City."Come on, give me your hair, Your Majesty."

Flena laughed, bringing a comb and towel. As Julia leaned her neck behind the sofa, she wiped her hair dry with a towel.

"But you really don't need to rest right away."

"When you're so tired, leave your children to wait on you?"

Julia just smiled silently at the words. In fact, it didn't really matter to me. Because I wasn't a person who was treated by anyone in the first place. What she was saying was originally Julia's story.

Yulia rarely gets angry at her maid's inexperience. But she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from drooping slightly.

'Huh?'

Julia blinked in surprise. It was a sentence that has not been seen since some time on the expedition.

"Your Majesty?"

"Oh, nothing. Jim must be tired."

"Does he have the papers in his hand?”

At Flena's comments, Julia only smiled awkwardly. He said he had to take care of it tomorrow morning, so he picked up the documents right after taking a bath. But tonight it looked bad. Julia put down the document and focused on Flena's touch.

"Will anything else come to mind?"

It may have come to mind because it was a routine and I knew it. Julia focused on the name "Perita," which she could not think of any hint from the Countess of Rubai.

The next moment I was suffocated.

'…' is the name of the curse.’

It was not a sentence. Someone's voice stuck in my head, not in a line. It was a woman's voice that seemed to have been heard somewhere. Julia breathed her last breath, which she had bit.

"Your Majesty!"

Flena, who was brushing her hair beautifully, called her in surprise.

"It's all right."

"I'll call for your kindness."

"No, it's really okay."

Julia stood up on the sofa waving her hands. I was sorry to surprise Plena several times today unintentionally.

"I'm a little tired, so I keep falling asleep."

Flena looked at it with an incredible face.

"Since when has Jim been so unreliable?”

"At least I'm always worried about my health. Your Majesty always says it's okay."

Having said that, I had nothing to say. Julia was embarrassed and quickly headed to bed and greeted Flena.

"Then Plena should go and rest soon.”

"Your Majesty..."

"Even if it's really okay, if it's really weird tomorrow morning, I'll do as you say."

Flena let out a sigh and lowered the bed curtain. Julia recalled a voice she had just heard in a completely solitary space.

Who was it? Where did I hear that voice?

And why did he whisper Perita as the name of the curse? Why can I get back information now? Only questions that I couldn't answer even if I thought about them were followed by one after another, messing with my mind.

It was still early in the morning. Somehow, she felt restless and raised her body. As Plena opened the bedroom door, wearing a gown on the side table, there stood a man well bigger than himself.

"Eusto."

Standing like a perfect statue, he slowly turned away as if he had taken a breath from the horse.

"I see His Majesty, the Lord of the Empire."

"I'm sure I ordered you to rest well."

"I've had enough sleep in the Guard's quarters."

Julia looked at him, frowning at the words."Did you hear anything from Flena?"

“…….”

"Are you not going to answer Jim's question?"

Julia leaned obliquely against the door and said discontentedly. Otherwise he had no reason to be so anxious.

"If you can't hide your signs, you're quite surprised."

"…didn't I hide my signs?”

"You woke me up."

At Julia's words, Eusto raised one hand and covered his face. He looked like a little boy who was embarrassed about it.

Lanchea's only legacy, Yulia, has been prominent in swordsmanship since childhood. Young Eusto would turn his head and cover his face in shame whenever he was confronted with the princess.

Julia smiled at the naturally rising sentence.

I'm really going to give you another hint.’

I was relieved and relieved. Then, these days, Eusto's shy face, which is rare to see, caught my eye even more.

"Honestly speaking."

"Something special.

"Not a big deal, apparently Jim has been suffering from useless thoughts since he went to bed."

“…….”

It seemed to be the answer.

'It was half a story.’

If you've heard from Flena, it's because she had Eusto on her shift out of the room.

"You really don't have to worry. I can feel all the signs of your suffering."

"Your Majesty..."

Julia spoke to him in a determined and teasing tone. He couldn't even protest with a troubled face and just stared at Julia.

'I can't believe such a big man is cute.’

But it was really cute. On the outside, he was usually a beastly image. But he used to show his embarrassment and weakness.

When Julia smiled as if she was having fun, Eusto's eyes drooped.

"I'm willing to follow your command."

Eusto said, cleaning up Yulia's hair, which was scattered near her cheek.

"Don't worry is too much to ask."

"It wasn't an order. But Jim is healthy. That's why it happened now."

"It doesn't matter. Because I don't want to feel like losing again."

His eyes were dim when he said so. Even though it was not a pleading tone, he seemed to cling eagerly. She seemed scared that she would disappear any time she was here.

Julia took his hand on her cheek. Then I felt Eusto surprised as if he had been burned.

"Here's your luggage.”

"…I know."

"I'm not going to disappear.”

"I believe you will. Because you are the master of the empire."

That's not what I meant.

Julia looked at him with disappointment.

No, rather, Eusto might need something to hold Julia in that way.’

Julia looked at his hand that she held. Unlike the back of Julia's smooth and white hand, she held the sword for a long time and suffered from small wounds. Unlike Julia, who has been managed by a maid since childhood, he grew up half neglected.

The hand felt sad and lonely. I felt sorry for him for hanging on straight even though he didn't give it to me.

"You used to swear to Jim all the time."

Julia kissed Eusto on the back of his hand impulsively, saying so.

"Your Majesty!"

"Of course it's not a pledge of loyalty. As you say, the luggage belongs to the Empire.”

"But what can I do?"

"It is also a duty of burden to reassure a scared and faithful servant."

His eyes, resembling the recording, shook.

"I won't leave you, I won't abandon you. Eusto.""…Your Majesty."

It was as if tears were about to burst. Of course, not a single drop was formed, but the feeling that he might have cried several times inside was conveyed through his hands.

Julia felt a new sensation on that face. Julia was bigger to him than he thought. To the point where I wonder if it's her one to hold his breath.

Apart from love or affection...….’

It was a deeper, more fundamental feeling than that. Julia was somehow bitter and pitiful and just held his hand tight.

Obviously, Julia hasn't been on vacation for the past two months. She prides herself on having been doing her job in the capital city steadily while traveling in her own way.

"…Count Cyril Venus?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You didn't work while your luggage was gone."

"Are you serious?"

Cyril asked Yulia back in a dull tone. Of course she shook her head. Instead, he sighed deeply and sat down in his own seat in the office as if he had resigned.

Thanks to Eusto, I read and organized all the documents to be processed this morning in my room while I was up at dawn. So I was hoping that I would be able to work a little more leisurely today. But treacherously, documents were neatly piled up all over the desk, or room.

"You'll take care of what's on your desk by tomorrow, this week, and that's the next week."

"Didn't you get a hold of the emergency?"

Cyril shrugged back at Yulia's protesting question.

"Have you forgotten the amount you normally deal with?"

As if she had nothing to say, Julia picked up the first page of the document. Come to think of it, I didn't even have time to run away with such idle conversations with Cyril. Camelia, who has been called to clean up after the Southern expedition, said the look on Julia's face.

"If there's anything I can see, I'll help you."

Then it was Cyril who welcomed it.

"It would be great if you could just say it's okay."

There was a strange pressure to say it was okay.

Well, Camelia was originally a king.’

It was also a pretty good king. Because Leoncia even asked Camellia to help him with his work in the south. Of course, Camelia teased Leoncia, saying it was no longer her job.

'There's no reason to say no if you want to.’

Julia smiled at Camelia with the same smile as Cyril and handed her a bunch of papers.

"Well, I beg of you."

The office was quiet and intense throughout the morning. All I could hear was the sound of flipping the paper and using a pen.

In the morning, Felix, who visited to leave the scene of the fire, said he would be a little less disappointed to be away from Julia. Julia was busy moving her pen and remembered Felix's voice when she saw the magic tools placed on the desk.

"Well, we have to be away for a few days to do a field survey.”

"Right."

"Just in case, I made a tool to prevent ancient magic."

"Tools?"

Felix nodded, saying so.

"Of course, ancient magic has different characteristics, so it doesn't completely prevent what we haven't encountered.….”

"Do you mean you can stop everything you've ever encountered?"

Felix nodded shyly at Julia's startled question.

"Oh, I didn't stop Earl Irene's power just in case."This meant that Guyana's control, Camelia's perspective, and Leoncia's interference, except Jenna's healing, were blocked.

"Oh, I really can't see it!"

cried Camelia, backing up Felix's words. For a moment, Julia thought of something.

"Have you ever tested this tool?”

"Oh, right. I tested the entire palace yesterday. We need to make sure it's working properly."

'Then yesterday I started to think of the book again...….’

It was because it prevented ancient magic.

"It means that recalling what's in the novel is also related to do with ancient magic.’

It meant that it was not just his memory.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"I thought Felix was amazing."

Felix laughed with delight at Julia's response, glossing over her thoughts.

"Never leave it beside you, Your Majesty."

"Yes."

"And I'll fly in whenever you need me."

"Yes, I always believe that.”

Felix left Julia's office with regret.

So after the morning hours, I was hit by work, and soon saw a sunset outside the window. Of course, even the time to get sentimental while looking at the sunset was a luxury, so I only guessed the color of the document. The visitor came at a time when he was visited by visitors.

"Your Majesty, there is a request for an audience."

"Who is it?"

"Well... I tried to refuse an audience, not a nobleman.Only……."

Ko Ha's indecisive attitude led to Julia waving her hand as if to get to the point. The servant spoke again, clearing his throat with regret.

"A mercenary named Race. I begged you so much that I had to see you urgently.….”

"Race?"

It was a name I've never heard of. When Julia was about to tell her to put it off until tomorrow first, Camelia opened her mouth.

It's the Duke of Othdan, Your Majesty.

"The Duke of Othdan?"

The question of why she came to the capital first came to mind. When she returned yesterday, it was really her saying that she had decided to go to the capital not long after Julia.

"You said your childhood habits last a long time, but it's a pseudonym I used when I ran away from home from Alice because I didn't want to work."

Camelia clicked her tongue as if she was immature toward her teacher, who had lived more than twice as long as she did.

"I guess I left Alice to run away from home again."

"That's possible. Indeed, as you say, the Duke of Usdan himself."

"If it's you, why don't you make the Duke work!"

At Camelia's words, Julia nodded as if it were a good idea. Of course, I thought it would be quite urgent because I left the southern part of the country I had entrusted myself with.

"Come to the office."

"All right, Your Majesty."

Listening to the conversation between Julia and Camellia, the servant realized that he was not an easy customer and moved quickly.

The Duke of Usdan, Leoncia Vires, realized the moment she entered the office that she had chosen the wrong time. There was a hint when the word "follow the audience procedure of the guards who guarded the gate" changed to the gentle attitude of the servant.

"Why didn't you name yourself Duke of Othan?"

'...there's a lady.’

Leoncia has felt something cool at the risk of her life for 52 years since then. Of all things, Camelia was not lucky to be right next to Julia. And the foreboding became half true the moment he entered the office.

Leoncia calmed down and raised it to Yulia for a long time.

"I see His Majesty, the Lord of the Empire.""That's enough, why are there people here who are supposed to be south of him?"

Perhaps because of her hectic schedule, Julia replied with her eyes open from the documents.

"I have a present for you...….”

"Gift?"

When Julia asked, Leoncia briefly agonized in her head.

I don't think we're going to be able to communicate like this.’

The present he brought was quite important. But more than that, I could only see the immediate work weighing on the emperor. Leoncia had no choice but to say something she would never say.

"May I help you first?"

So as soon as Leoncia came up to the capital, she had to fill her first schedule with work that was not there. It was well past evening that the fierceness of the emperor's office subsided.

Only after all the documents piled up on the desk were organized could Julia take a breather. All of them had skipped dinner, so the full-fledged conversation moved to the dinner table.

"Well done. What is the real reason for coming up to the capital? Maybe you don't want to help Jim with his work."

Leoncia nodded furiously at the words. As a duke, I had a sense of responsibility, and I never had a hobby of buying and enjoying work just to see people happy.

"Your Majesty has left me with a precious gift."

"Did you like it?”

Julia spoke to her in a casual. The gift was nothing more than a summary of what Julia was suspicious about, including the last fire.

"It was such a precious and valuable gift that I cried.”

Of course, Leoncia responded like she did.

"After that, there was a man who came after you."

"Did you find your luggage?"

"Yes, of course not a nobleman. His name is Pavot, a mercenary who makes a living."

Julia tilted her head at the words. It was a name I've never heard of.

"Of course, he has never met His Majesty. However... the last time he was asked to do so was when he had a scar on his eyebrow."

Julia stopped eating at the word.

'Scars on eyebrows...….’

There was no need to think about the novel. It was none other than one of the hallmarks of King Eton's Lesio Titas.

"Of course, he's not the only one who has a scar on his eyebrow on this vast continent.”

"There must be a reason to be sure.”

"Of course, before bringing in the Pavot, I examined his whereabouts."

Leoncia then explained what she had investigated. Pavot opened his eyes about three months ago in a town in the southeastern part of the continent. According to the person who saved him, he looked terrible with a stabbing wound on his thigh and veins burst out of his eyes.

Pavot said he appeared to have fled further up the road before arriving at the town. Areas further up the town included the old Eton area.

"According to the investigation, Pavot has a family.

"Family?"

"Yes, but I don't remember it."

"Did you lose your memory?"

Leoncia nodded vaguely at the words.

"I don't think I've completely lost it. According to her, the only thing that remains is to meet and talk to Her Majesty somehow."

"What do you mean?"

"The problem is I don't remember what it is."

Julia swallowed her breath at the words. Mercenaries who ran away after meeting people with scars on their eyebrows, and most of their memories were lost."We have Count Irene here, and Felix here, so there's a way out of this."

"Felix is gone now. But Jenna could ask for cooperation.”

That's what Julia said and drank wine.

Something tells me it's about to happen.

This is now a reality for me, but it was also a novel. Before a big incident broke out in the novel, the material seemed to be well-equipped as if various precursors and foreshadows were laid.

It's not just a coincidence.’

Indeed, Brick has begun to act. Things that were hard to tell who was black and who was white gradually found their colors. There was no telling what the consequences would be for many of the things he had shaken up.

But I didn't mean to be scared and scared in advance. If I had intended to, I wouldn't have chosen so many things because I wanted to live.

"So where is the Pavot?"

"The Duke of Marcus left it at the townhouse."

"…Huh?"

When Julia looked at Eusto quietly, he looked new to her. Camelia muttered as if she was dumbfounded when she saw it.

"And I guess you left it at your disposal without permission.

"But I can't think of a safer place than that."

Leoncia scratched her head as if she couldn't help it.

"What if you leave it in an inn and run away scared or a scary person visits you? The second safest place in the capital after the Imperial Palace was Duke Marcus."

"I didn't know when I would be able to meet her," Leoncia said.

"You could have named it Duke of Usdan from the start.”

At Camelia's words, Leoncia said as if it could not be helped.

"Well, if you say so, Alice will catch you right away."

"Duke Othane, did you not come to the capital to take the Pavots?”

To Julia's question, Leoncia answered with an air of no confidence whether he was serious or joking.

"How can I live with only one purpose?"

"In other words, you can escort someone to you, which means you're here to play, Your Majesty."

Camelia sighed deeply, telling Alice that she should at least write a letter for her. Of course Julia knew it was a joke.

'Cause if you set someone up as an escort and become an insider, you'll be taken away.’

For him, the busy Duke of Usdan himself would have walked directly to the capital. In addition, her hiding of the name may also have been one of the reasons for blurring her track record.

The fact that the Duke came to the capital himself could cause something to move.’

In fact, Cyril said that it seemed like a mouse was hiding in the imperial palace. Julia thought she should hide Leoncia's visit.