The Princess Imprints the Traitor MTL

Empress, imprint the traitor.

The first episode

Chapter 1. The Flower of Prison.

The Hadellamide royal family is doomed. It was also scuffed to see the dirty
sight of treason.

Eve, the seventh princess, could easily predict her fate.

It was no wonder that today was the day of his execution.

"Sigh, I knew this day would come someday.’

Rebellion was self-inflicted by the foolish imperial family.

The imperial family used the forbidden alchemy "Homunculus" to establish

an absolute imperial power.

Homunculus was a human being who was born with outstanding talents in
magic and sword art.

They were indoctrinated to be loyal to the imperial family, and were put on
all kinds of dangerous missions in the name of the Empire's peace and
prosperity.

It was common to lose one's life while fighting on the front line, or to be
exploited for forced labor at Ma Jeongseok mine.

Homunculus, who was appointed as a knight in recognition of his excellent

talent, was well served, but they had to serve as slaves for the royal family.

The imperial court called them "Imperial Guard knights," but they were only
false names.
It was natural for Homunculus to hold a grudge against the imperial family
amid absurd reality.

This in turn led to the result of treason.

"That's why I've long asked my father to reform the Homunculus system, and
he only listened to my third sister.’

If Desmond II had left the situation in danger, Bridget, the third princess who
was named the Empress, made the situation worse.

Ever since Bridget began to wield power as the Crown Princess, the
exploitation of homunculus has intensified.

Homunculus outside the palace lost their life’s in dangerous fighting and
heavy labor, and Homunclus Knight in the palace was trampled on his pride
as a knight by being drafted into Harlem, which Bridget made.

Eve, who had not been able to see this, secretly began to learn about the
process of excommunicating the Crown Princess.

But by then Bridget was already planning to marry off Eve into a distant
kingdom.

Eve's political marriage was chosen as imperial order because it was

obvious that the fate of the powerless princess was destined.

However, it has not been implemented. In just a week, "The Man" gathered
all the articles of the Imperial Palace's Homunculus and caused a rebellion.

'Sir Agnito...…

Eve's expression, which reminded him, became bitter.

The traitor, Michaelis Agnito, was the 'King of Homunculus'.

He was born with the ability to nullify the imperial obedience brainwashing
and reign as an absolute over homunculus.
He struck the neck of Desmond II, who was careless in his brainwashing, and
became the new emperor of the empire.

The new emperor ordered the purging of all the blood of the Hadellamid
family. Even the married royal family was no exception.

If there was any blood from the imperial family, all of them were called and
put on the execution site of execution.

Just by looking at this, it was understandable how much the new emperor
hated and the imperial family, which had been trampling on him and his own
kind for a long time.

Eve, who faces execution with imperial karma, let out a sigh of remorse.

If I knew it would be like this, I would have turned it upside down.’

The Throne, it was a position that he should not dare to overlook. But now
that the imperial family has collapsed, I think they were underestimating
themselves.

'If I did it, I wouldn't have screwed it up like my third sister.’

I've thought this a thousand times in the past month.

This gave Eve political confidence, which borders on self-brainwashing.

If I will give a second life, I was confident that I would be able to run for the
throne with confidence.

Of course, it was just a futile escape from reality for those who were about
to die. Eve escaped delusion and faced reality.

"Rosenite will be the only royal family left."

The new emperor decided to keep one of his daughters alive.

This is because taking over the sovereignty of the empire as a marriage

dowry was the quietest way to seize power.
Also, the symbol of the emperor, the Philosopher Stone, only responds to the
blood of the emperor.

To gain the power of the Philosopher Stone, the new emperor needed a
woman with Hadelamide's blood.

I'm afraid I didn't get a chance to save my life.

Eve did not conform to the obedient and stupid image of a woman that the
new emperor wanted.

The new emperor has chosen Rosenite, the eighth empress who has a crush
on him and have a full of love.

'I didn't even want to survive like that in the first place. If you're going to
regret it, you should regret not being a princess."

It was then. I could hear footsteps in the hallway.

Who's this at this hour?’

Soon, a person who seemed to melt out of the darkness appeared.

"You're awake, Seventh princess."

"Sir Agnito...…?”

I doubted my eyes, but he was obviously right there.

A beautiful man with black hair who is dressed in an ascetic knight's uniform
but has a fascinating atmosphere with his whole body. Such a man was
unique to the empire.

Michaelis Agnito.

Eve's half-sister, 8th Princess Rosenite's immediate pro-crisis.Now there

was a traitor in front of him, who was in a position of survival to control the
empire.
"You look like you've seen anyone else."

Michael, who once had to serve Eve and all other imperial families, was no
longer honored by Eve as emperor.

Stuttering.

Michael opened the bars and came inside without hesitation.

"What are you doing here, Lord Agneto?"

"I'm here to make sure you're doing well, Empress Princess."

They didn't deserve to worry about each other's Perhaps the right
interpretation was to want to see the death row ahead of execution.

Eve, who had no intention of meeting his expectations, smiled back.

"You'll have time at dawn to see me. It hasn't been long since you took
possession of the empire. Isn't it hard for a man who's never even learned to
study imperialism to suddenly become a ruler?”

"Ah, actually, I've been out of my mind for a month. I've finally had time to
come and see you."

Michael's reply was plain because it was too weak to be sarcastic.

There was no reason to be considered 'sorry for being late' by the sound of it.
Eve felt at the bottom of Michael's attitude. This is because he felt that he
was not worth mocking.

"It's too cheap of you to come to see. But I don't really need Lord Agneto's
care.”

Eve expressed rejection, but Michael did not back down. On the contrary, he
came a step closer.

"Eve."
Eve flinched. It was the first time she was called by a name, a pet name.

It was too early to be surprised by the informal call. Suddenly Michael

leaned over the back of the wooden chair where Eve sat.

A handsome face suddenly came close.

“It looks because you been trapped all this time. It seems you’re quite angry.
It fine to resent me however, it isn’t as though we have nothing we need to
say to each other"

" I understand, so step back a bit”

"You should have chosen me"

"What?"

I wondered what it was all of a sudden. Michael growled to embarrass Eve.

"If you had chosen me as your immediate knight, this would not have
happened."

"...."

Eve's eyes grew bigger when she had never imagined it before.

The Imperial family chooses one of the Homunculus of the Imperial Pro-
Crisis Division as their "direct knight".

The immediate knight must give his absolute allegiance to the princess or the
to prince who chose him.

At first glance, the direct article system seemed very romantic, but the
imperial family could change the direct article at any time, so they often
treated it like consumables.

So Eve rejected the system and never had a direct article in her life.
Thanks to this, he was criticized by the royal family for ignoring the tradition
of the imperial family as an uncivilized royal woman.

Rosenite, on the other hand, fell in love with Michael and mercilessly thrown
his original direct knight and chose Michael as his direct knight.

And when Michael ruled as emperor, Princess Rosenite was recognized for
her use as a blood of the imperial family and avoided execution.

"In fact, you were trying to use Rosenite from the beginning.

It would be closer to the truth that Rosenite did not choose Michael, but that
he chose Rosenite, which was easy to use.

"Michael."

He called himself first by name, so did Eve.

"Did I, uh, choose you?"

Eve let out a small laugh.

"Yes, if I had played Rosie, at least I would have saved my life like her.

Michael, you didn't have to be with Rosie anyway, you were blinded by love
and needed a stupid empress to do whatever you wanted."

"……I won't deny it."

I got a pure confession. Eve smiled satisfactorily and said.

"Yeah, you should have changed your charm enough to seduce me."

"Ha."

It was a minor provocation, but strangely it worked. Michael , who usually

doesn't show his emotions, seemed to be in a bad mood now.

"You're so...…
I anticipated the extent of the assessment of blindness. However, the words
that were added soon with a despondent smile were different from what was
expected.

"You are a difficult woman."

Only then did Michael widen his distance from Eve.

It was around that time that I heard the distant stomping footsteps. Soon a
soldier rushed in and reported to Michael.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, your Highness, is looking for you."

"What's going on? If you're not in a hurry, wait, tell me."

"It's like a baby in her stomach has an abnormality...…

Their conversation was also well heard by Eve.

'Baby?

Michael was embarrassed by narrowing his forehead.

"……the imperial blood is precious, so I must go. See you later, Eve."

Michael gave a glimpse of his reluctance and left.

Episode 2

Eve was left alone again in a cold prison. Michael's "Review" greeting
lingered in her head.

'I'm going to see Michael again...You mean the execution ceremony.'

There has never been a man in history who has lived out of a confined prison
called the Bedroom of a Cage.

Eve, therefore, spoke to Michael and thought he would be executed today.

I thought I had already gotten used to fear and solitude, but my fingertips
trembled a little.

Again, again.

Around that time, the sound of heels heralded another visitor.

The latest visitor was a blonde woman with a fur robe over her luxurious
dress.

She approached the front of the bars with a proud walk.

"Long time no see, sister."

"……yes, Rosie. Long time no see."

Rosenit's beauty, which has been praised as the "white rose of the empire"

since she was young, was still beautiful enough to be blinded.

While the Hwang family collapsed and the neck of parents and siblings fell
off, the depression was nowhere to be found in Rosenit's face.

On the contrary, he seemed happy to have the whole world.

Eve didn't even want to point out anything because she was like a yellow
woman who lived in a flower garden centered on Michael all her life.

It just so happened to find Rosenit's maternity dress and a slightly swollen

belly and all that attention was paid to it. Eve opened her eyes wide.

"Oh, my God. Rosie, it was true that you were pregnant."

"Yes, it's Michael's child."

"Michael's child?"

Eve was readily unreliable. Alchemy-given life, Homun Klus had no

reproductive capacity, although he could.
That's why direct knights are preferred as sexual predators of the imperial
family and are often abused.

Rosenit reacted sensitively to Eve's mysterious glare.

"You don't seem to believe it, do you? So you think I'm having an affair with
a man other than Michael?"

"Oh, no, I didn't think of that. I was just surprised because it wasn't what I
knew.”

"Then you should take this opportunity to know. Nothing is impossible with
the omnipotent power of the wise man's stone. The child in my stomach is
Michael's and I. Our love has finally paid off."

"Yeah, you might have had another man's child instead of..."

"Oh, no, I didn't think of that. I was just surprised because it wasn't what I
knew.”

"Then you should take this opportunity to know. Nothing is impossible with
the omnipotent power of the wise man's stone. The child in my stomach is
Michael's and I. Our love has finally paid off."

"Yeah, you might have had another man's child instead of..."

"Oh, no, I didn't think of that. I was just surprised because it wasn't what I
knew.”

"Then you should take this opportunity to know. Nothing is impossible with
the omnipotent power of the wise man's stone. The child in my stomach is
Michael's and I. Our love has finally paid off."

"Yes…… As if to treat a rival, Rosenite's tone and eyes became virulent.

Eve, depressed by the momentum, reluctantly gave a positive answer.

Eve said to change the mood.

"If you're looking for Lord Agneto, he went to you earlier. I guess the roads
are crossed."

"No. I'm here to see my sister."

"Me? For what?"

"I heard today is the day of my sister's execution. I came here because I was
worried."

Contrary to words, Rosenite was not a worried face at all.

"As expected, it was today...…

Eve, whose execution date was confirmed, was in shock at heart, but Rosenit
continued without hesitation.

"Sister, do you happen to know how your father and your brother were
executed?"

"Why do you have to...…

"You don't know. Aren't you curious? Can you guess?”

"Do you think that's what you're saying in front of me?”

"Oh, my God! Why are you so angry? The baby in your stomach must be
surprised. I'm here to give you some information."

"I'm not curious."

"You'd better know, sister."

Eve decided to shut up. Either way, whether she reacted or not, Rosenite was
raving about what she wanted to say.

"So far, it's the knights who have executed my sisters and brothers.
Michael has done his kind a favor so that he can kill the most reprehensible
object with his own hands."

"The immediate knights themselves...…?”

"Yes, it's revenge. It turns out that until now, the execution of the imperial
family has been brutal. For one thing, Bridgette was burned at the stake."

"What do you mean burn...…!”

Burning to death was the most painful death for humans.

Eve's shoulders began to tremble noticeably. I was determined to pay for my

crimes as a member of the imperial family.But I couldn't keep my aloof.

Eve's agitated appearance made Rosenite laugh and whisper.

"Our innocent Eve. I'm sure you only imagined the guillotine being
decapitated cleanly. That must have been a shock. Are you all right?"

There was no consolation in the voice, and in reality Rosenite's intentions

were not consolation.

Eve struggled to speak after a deep breath.

"I…… never had a direct article.”

"But that doesn't mean you don't have a single homunclus knight holding a
grudge against you?"

"……not like that."

"Yes, I should. In fact, we have a homunculus to lead her to the execution

site."

At this point Eve had no choice but to ask Rosenite first.

"Well, who is it?”

"Michael."

Eve's heart as soon as she heard the name.

I felt this thumping.

"Is he ••••• me••••••?"

He hated Michael so much that he wanted to kill himself.

Eve was shocked and soon convinced. Michael, who deeply hates the entire
imperial family, thought Eve might have been the exception.

Eve may have seemed even more detestable to Michael in that he pretended
to be different from the rotten royal family by not having a direct article, and
did not actually improve the system. Hypocrisy was more reprehensible than
pure evil.

"Yes…….he hated me a lot."

"……yes, Michael hated you. Very, very much."

Rosenite's eyes sank darkly.

Instead of clenching her fist, she clenched a small porcelain bottle she had
hidden in her arms and opened her mouth.

Do you know what brother you're going to get on death row today?"

"Let's stop, Rosie. I don't want to hear any more."

"No, you have to listen. She's going to get a real brother."

".....!"

The actual punishment of the Hadelamid Empire was barbaric and brutal.

The blade of an axe for a true man is very blunt. When he hit the death row's
neck with a blunt axe, which was practically a blunt instrument, his throat
could not have been cut off at once.

The number of hits was five or six times, and sometimes there were cases
where the death row's breath was attached even though it exceeded ten times.

It was never a punishment that a man could bear with his mind.

"Ah••••••I don't like it•••••••

Eve's whole body trembled with fear. That look pleased Rosenite. Rosenite
whispered affectionately, under an angelic mask more than ever.

"Don't worry, sister. That's why I came to help her. Take this."

"Is this……?"

Rosenit handed Eve a porcelain bottle as if it were very precious.

Soon, Rosenite's voice, which went beyond tenderness to sweet, fell to Eve's
ears.

"It's Belladona's poison. If you drink it, it's painless and quick to breathe."

"....!"

"Wouldn't it be better to drink poison and commit suicide than to die

painfully in a true way?"”

6C... 99

Rosenite's "Senior" Eve's heart beat fast.

It was only after three deep breaths that Eve managed to open her mouth.

"Thank you, Rosie."

"Don't mention it."

"I have a kid in my stomach, and I'm sorry I made you do this. I'll take care of
the rest. It's my choice to drink poison, Rosie, so don't feel guilty."

"……Of course, you wouldn't have that."

Rosenite's last reply was scathing but Eve didn't notice. It was because the
time of long confinement and fear of death weakened her mind and attention.

"Then take care, Rosie."

"Yes, sister."

Despite saying goodbye, Rosenite stood in place and watched Eve.

"Hey... don't you go back, Rosie?"

"What are you talking about? How am I supposed to leave here when my
sister hasn't had poison yet?”

Rosenit reacted strangely impatiently and angrily.

"Someone should be watching your sister die."

Rosenit reached into the cage and even opened the cork of the vial himself.

"Come on, drink up, sister."

"Come on."

Rosénite, as if pressed for time, or as if the target was right in front of her,
was in full swing.

The usual Eve would have noticed a quirk at this point. But not now that I've
lost my composure.

"Ah……

From the soft medicine bottle with the cap, a sweet, pleasant scent pierced
the tip of the nose. It was a tempting aroma that I couldn't resist without
drinking.

Enchanted by the temptation, Eve immediately kissed her lips to the snout of
the vial.

Gulping, the brown liquid ran down my throat.

Flop!

"Ugh!"

Belladona's poison, which had been purified and purified, quickly captured
Eve's body.

'It's good to be fast...'…

It was around the time when I lost sight, my amber eyes became murky, and
my breathing almost stopped, and my movements disappeared.

Eve, who is not dead yet but looks nothing more than a corpse, has lowered
her posture.

"Sister, do you know what Belladona means?"

Eve knew the answer. Belladona's flower words, which are essential as
poison, fit well with 'I curse you'.

'Why are you talking about flower language now...…?’

In the midst of death, a wonder crossed Eve's mind.

It was then.

"Are you dead?"

"Are you dead?"

"Oh, finally, he's dead.”

It was certainly a joy in the voice.

"Ha, ha, ha...

"Hahaha, that's it.

Since you're dead, there's no more distractions. It's just me now!

Michael, your seat, it's all mine! Ahahaha!"

Rosenite's frenzied laughter rumbled through the prison.

'Rodge•••••••?!'

It wasn't until then that Eve felt something was terribly wrong.

But Belladona's poison gave her no more time.

"Thank you so much for dying, silly Eve."

Eve's soul was permanently separated from her body, ending in hearing a
greeting full of malice and venom.

Half-sister caught in a trap and killed by alcohol.

That was the death of 25-year-old Ivien Rose Cloel Hadelamide.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 3

Chapter 2. The world after the roses have gone down.

"What the hell happened?"

Michael's voice was so low that he couldn't flow to the floor that it seemed
to permeate the underworld. All the knights and soldiers around him
trembled because of his life.
"Why on earth...…

Less than half an hour later Michael, who revisited the cage bedroom, could
not believe the situation in front of him.

This is because Eve, who had talked to him a while ago, had become a
soulless shell.

'It's all over now, why...…

Eve en Rose Chloe Hadelamide, the Empire's seventh empress. It was

already five years ago that Michael decided to get her.

Eve's existence was famous among Michael's own people.

This is because the imperial court had no precedent in the history of the
empire, as it insisted on improving the treatment of Homunclus and rejected
the deep-rooted evil practices of the imperial court.

There were quite a few Homunclus who liked Eve and wanted to be her
immediate knight, one of whom was Michael.

Eve, however, did not give up the position of direct knight to any
homunculus.

Michael also approached Eve several times to talk about whether he had any
intention of having a direct knight or appealed his strength, which was not
comparable to other homunclus, but Eve's attitude was simply an iron wall.

Even after giving up being Eve's direct knight, Michael couldn't stop caring
about Eve and chasing her with his own eyes.

Whenever Eve was treated unfairly and despised for not following the
imperial vices, Michael found himself rarely emotional.

It was not known when Eve's tactless and upright side became attractive.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already fallen in love with Eve.
It was a terribly different love.

However, Michael did not conform to fate, and after years of planning, he
overthrew the imperial family.

Originally, it was intended to take a few more years to take control of the
imperial palace, but as Brigitte's tyranny intensified, Dive's political
marriage was set as Hwangmyeong, it had no choice but to go back in a
radical way.

Whatever the process, treason succeeded.

Michael, who became emperor, had nothing in the way. I thought all I had to
do was keep Eve around.

But at this moment, with the goal just around the corner, everything went up
in smoke.

"...."

Michael looked down at Eve with stunned eyes. The slender body felt neither
breath nor pulse like a doll.

Michael's purple eyes were bathed in rage for an instant.

"Isn't your luggage asking? What the hell is going on?"

"Your Majesty...

It was time for armed soldiers, as well as their closest subjects, to be

suppressed to live.

There was a brave man in front of furious Michael. It was none other than
Rosenite.

"She killed herself. He said he would take responsibility as the blood of the
imperial family and atone for his death."

"Did you commit suicide?"

"Yes, I drank Belladona's poison."

"How do you know that?”

"I've seen it myself."

Rosenit touched Michael's shoulder and spoke in a soft, seductive voice.

I didn't forget to pat Michael's bulging belly when he gave him a look.

"Did you poison her?"

"The empress, again and again. It's the queen now. And I told you to call me
by my first name."

Instead of answering the question seriously, Rosenitte complained.

Michael, who is cold to everyone, but Rosenit himself was the exception.

So I didn't shrink even though I faced my dark purple eyes head-on.

He could even confidently confess what he did to Michael.

"Huh, scary eyes. Okay, I'll answer you first."

"Yes, that's right, Michael. I helped my sister with her atonement. You I don't
think you've made a decision over your sister's execution, so I made the right
decision instead as your companion."

"The blood of the Hwang family, which is not cooperative with you, will be
the seed of disaster at best." You know that, don't you? I've been and always
will be, and I'm the only one who's ever since.

"Shut up, mister."

"Gee, geek, geek, geek?"

Michael's life was focused on Rosenit.

I've never seen Michael this cold and scary. Rosenit stammered in great
bewilderment.

"Mi, Michael...…. What's wrong with you?

Yo...?"

"Don't touch it."

"....!"

Michael struck down Rosenite's hand as if it were an unpleasant worm.

It was a rejection that didn't feel any pain, but Rosenite's response resembled
a man who had been slapped.

"What have you done to me just now...…

Tears suddenly filled up in the pink ruby-like eyes.

Rosenit pretended to be the most pitiful and pitiful woman in the world right
now.

But Michael seems to have no regard for her tragedy.

Turn around.

" Eve••••••

Only after seeing Eve lying on the floor did the ferocious flesh that had been
swirling in her purple eyes die down.

Michael scanned Eve's pale cheeks with his hands. She still had warmth, but
if she stayed in this cold place more, it would quickly cool down.

Michael held Eve's body preciously in his arms.

"Michael!"
Obstacles stood in the way.

"Are you ignoring me? How could you do this to me?"

"Don't ignore me! It's me! Your companion, Rosenite!"

"Get out of the way, mister."

Michael's eyes looking down at Rosenit were like a well-drawn blade.

It was only Rosenite who lost her nerve that she couldn't read the dark life.

A homunclus driver who did not see this dissuade Rosenite.

"Your Majesty, I think you are ill at ease. Back off now, self-respect...…

"Get out of the way! How dare you say it's safe! The slaves don't know the
subject!"

Of course it didn't work. On the contrary, only the dirty personality hidden
behind Rosenite's angelic face was revealed.

There were more than ten close aides of Michael from Homunclus around.

It was time for them to give Rosé Knit a betrayed look.

Rosenit, who blocked the entrance to the prison with his arms, shouted with a
poisoned face.

"Michael, if you keep doing this to me, you'll regret it!"

"……regret? Is it possible to regret more than now?”

"Oh, you're saying that now? Did you forget? I have your child!”

Looking at Michael, who was silent, Rosenit rejoiced inwardly, 'Yes, it is.'

Although it was not a life made by sharing physical love like a normal lover,
but by using the power of alchemy, it was still the fruit of love with him.
Michael was no less devoted to the baby than she valued.

Isn't it just yesterday that he took a close look at the safety of his stomach and
his precious blood?

There was no way a person would change overnight. •

But after a while, Michael thoroughly broke Rosenite's complacency.

"A child?"

There was a deep sneer mixed with the retort.

Michael, who soon disappeared from laughing while Rosenit was

embarrassed, said in a soulless voice.

"The mass of cells in your stomach, made from the stone of a wise man?"

"What, what? lumps?"

"I think she's mistaking 'experiment' for 'pregnancy' now."

"Poetry, experiment?"

"The stone of the wise only responds to the blood of the imperial family, and
I can exercise control over Homunculus. So I was going to borrow your
womb and make a half of the Imperial Man and the Homunclus to bring me
control of the wise man's stone."

It was never like the fruit of love. Rosenit cried undauntedly in

contemplation.

"Well, it doesn't change that the baby in my stomach is you and me! It's the
fruit of our love!"

"Our child...…

Michael's repeated voice was twisted.

In fact, Michael's dominance was expressed only when he was a homoon
clus, so the love of the homoon clus that Rosenit had in his stomach didn't
have to be Michael's.

It was just a pity that I couldn't remind you of the truth because I had a lot of
ears to listen to.

But there was still more to shock Rosenite.

Michael opened his mouth cruelly.

"The word 'child' is too generous. What's in your stomach is an unproven

alchemy experiment. A mix of humans and homunculus is unprecedented. So
who knows if it's a human being or a monster when it's out there?"

"....!"

Rosenit's eyes are wide open to the limit.

"Monster, monster! To my child...…! Uh, uh, how could you say such a mean,
harsh word?…!”

"That's what your imperial family always told us. You're exaggerating.”

After a pejorative remark, Michael drew his gaze from Rosenit.

"Get the Empress out."

"Yes!"

"Mi, Michael...…!”

As soon as Michael's orders were issued, the Homunclus knights pulled

Rosenite out of the doorway like a pack.

This, too, has never been treated as a Rosenite before.

Rosenit saw Michael walking slowly across the hall, abandoning himself.
Beyond the wall-like back, I saw his half-sister cherishing him.

The sense of victory that I enjoyed by succeeding in poisoning just a moment

ago was overshadowed.

Rosenit screams, glaring Michael's back as he drifts away with bloodshot

eyes.

"Can't you stop there?" How could you do this to me?!

"What the hell is she doing to make me so miserable!"

Rosenite's footsteps echoed. But there was no one to listen.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 4

The place where Michael carried Eve's body was the "Emperor's Room."

The center of the hall where the haze is mysteriously shaking.

There were huge obelisk-like structures made of red mineral gemstones.

It was "The Stone of the Wise," an artifact that only responds to

Hadelamide's blood and makes everything possible with alchemy.

It was like an instinct for a person who desperately wants a miracle more
than anyone else to visit the stone of a wise man.

Michael laid Eve down nicely and used her thighs as a pillow.

Shaking light like a water plant. Michael and Eve in it at first glance looked
like lovers taking a sweet break.

A despondent voice came from Michael's mouth.

"You never allow me to be with you in my life...…

Michael remained motionless in the emperor's room, completely destroyed.

Worried about this, one of the henchmen asked for an audience in the
emperor's room.

It was the first time in three days.

Eve's body was not corrupted at all because magic stopped the passage of
time.

Michael greeted the Privy Council chairman with Eve still alive.

Before the Privy Council chairman could say anything, Michael said his
business.

"Call both the Empire Wizard and the Alchemist. Let them save Eve. It
doesn't matter how much time and money it takes, or what material it takes."

"Ha, Haona, it is impossible to save the dead...…

"Isn't it the wise man's stone that makes the impossible possible? Oh, yeah.
The use of the wise man's stone will require imperial blood. Bring Rosenite
with you right now. I'll have to slit my throat and draw every drop of that
blood.”

"Your Majesty!"

Michael's purple eyes glistened with madness. The chairman of the Privy
Council freaked out and dissuaded him because he was clearly willing to do
as he said.

"Calm down, Your Majesty! 8 Her Majesty is the last surviving descendant
of the Emperor Hadelamid. wise man's stone

Weren't you going to let it live until you gain control?"

"Why should I do that?"

"Example••••••?"
"Yves is dead, and I don't know what it's worth to be an empire or a wise
man's stone to me now.”

"....!"

Michael was serious.

At this moment, the chairman of the Privy Council realized that his lord's
obsession with Eve was beyond imagination.

It occurred to me that perhaps the driving force behind him to ascend to the
throne was Yves-en-Rose, a naughty empress.

"Go ahead and carry out Jim's orders."

Soon after, Rosenit was taken to the emperor's room, locked in a beast cage.

His clothes were so scruffy and his hair was so messy that he could not
believe he was a noble figure.

"Oh, it's Yvesien Rose's fault! She took everything I had! You ruined my
happiness! Ah, it's unfair! Ugh!"

The venomous murderer, who poisoned his blood, showed no remorse.

Rosenit, who was struggling with self-pity and even pretending to cry,
discovered Michael.

The tearful eyes instantly turned into those glistening with venom.

"Michael, Michaelis Agnito!

You, you, you...How could you do that? How dare you hold her in front of my
eyes!"

"Get her out of my sight and kneel before me! Do you know how much you're
doing that you're gonna regret? Who made you emperor! I have a baby in my
stomach!"
In fact, there's nothing in Rosenite's stomach right now.

Rosenit, who was dragged out of prison that day, fell on the floor after
hurting herself and running wild to attract Michael's attention, and the

"Homunclus' affection" in her stomach was extinguished.

Rosenite, who was the only one who didn't know about it, continued to rant
with evil.

"I have your baby in my stomach! I have your baby, not her!"

Michael did not give Rosenite a single answer. His purple eyes had
completely lost their human light.

Rosenite was left in the corner muzzled.

The emperor's room was accompanied by the monarch of Homunclus, an

uncorrupted body, and an empress blinded by jealousy.

At the same time, the whole empire was notified of recruiting talented
wizards and alchemists.

Many people supported the withdrawal task of "resurrection of the dead"

like bees.

Most were intended to siphon off imperial monopolies of alchemy and

magical knowledge or to access the stones of the wise.

The only person interested in the study itself was a suspicious female
pensioner who covered her face with a mask in the form of an owl.

She called herself the 'sage of the family tree forest'.

"I was told you had a way to save Eve."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, you will get a doll that can only breathe
if you resurrect the dead. Her soul has already been completely separated
from her body and scattered. It is outside the realm of alchemy and magic that
finds the soul and binds it back to the body. So the true meaning of the lion's
resurrection is impossible."

"That's no different from all the chidren I've ever posted to Jim. Are you
trying to waste your time, too.

"No, Your Majesty. I would like to propose another way to you."

"What if it's any other way?”

"It's about turning back time."

Michael's purple eyes, which had been as murky as ever, were striking when
he discovered a new possibility.

"Is that possible?”

"Of course, but the price is high. We have to burn out half the stones of the
wise."

"I don't care, the price."

Michael said firmly. The alchemist tightened his head.

"Then let's get ready."

The wise man in the spruce forest spent a full week painting alchemy gin in
the emperor's room.

It was not until the floor, as well as the walls and ceilings, were filled with
soft resin that the ceremony of time regression was finally held.

"Oh, my lord. I forgot to tell you one thing."

The alchemist, who put his hand on the wise man's stone, suddenly opened
his mouth as if he remembered.
"From now on, the magic and alchemy are sacrificing the stones of the wise
man's stone. And since the stone of the wise is a relic attributed to the blood
of the imperial family, the central axis of the time regression will not be Her
Majesty, but Her Majesty the 7th Empress."

"...!"

The suspicious man who covered his face with a mask was not a good match
to trust.

The alchemist has only now spoken about the important fact of the Eveman
time regression. It was a fraudulent hand.

Michael seemed quite shocked when he heard the truth just before his
consciousness.

But he quickly regained his composure and calmly responded.

"Then I can't meet her, but she can meet me."

"Yes, it is."

"She doesn't choose me again, and I'm frustrated again, and I'm going to make
a bad choice."

"That's, I don't know."

Soon Michael, who made up his mind, issued the order.

"I don't care. I'll perform the ceremony."

"All right, Your Majesty."

Michael held Eve in his arms while the alchemist uttered a spell to invoke
Yeon Sung-jin.

The contact was more affectionate than ever, knowing this would be the last
hug.
Michael whispered as if to kiss Eve's lips.

"Yves, when you come back to life, you'd better either kill me or choose me.”

At the end of the request, a red light spread through my vision.

It was a miracle light created by the wise man's stone, the Lapis Philosopo
Room.

The Hwangnyeo imprints a traitor in

Episode 5.

Chapter 3. Her ambition for the second time in her life.

Hey, do you know what Belladona means?

My sister's ear-sounding voice was as sweet as an angel. But soon it turned

out to be the most virulent thing in the world.

Ah, he's finally dead.

Eve's mind flashed for a moment.

'Rosie! How come...…

There was a sense of betrayal. It was only then that I realized something was
wrong.

"Did you say this was your goal from the start?’

As soon as I opened the poison bottle, I had an urge that I couldn't stand
without drinking.

Now that I think about it, it was obviously a seduction spell.

"Rosie, you're the last royal chosen by Michael. But why do you have to...…
can't be…?'
Eve had an idea that crossed her mind.

For Michael, the existence of Rosenit was, after all, an imperial prisoner
who was kept alive because of the Stone of the Sage.

If there is only one prisoner, it will be difficult to cope with the contingency
of Rosenite's betrayal or failure to succeed.

Michael would have needed insurance because of needed insurance.

Michael locked me in a cage bedroom, not a dungeon. Maybe he was trying

to use it as a replacement when he left me after keeping me in the first place.
Rogie, the monopolist, can't tolerate this.’

Everything became clear.

"Today was my execution day, the execution method was decided by the
execution method, and everything Michael told me to do was a lie! You
scared me out of my wits and made me drink poison!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It was ironic.

The judgment that was lost due to the fear of death only returned at the
moment when it crossed the threshold of death.

"The whole thing was a trap. How can this be? How! How...…!’

Struggling with betrayal and anger.

It was a moment when I felt unfairness that I couldn't close my eyes even
after I died.

Eve's eyes opened like a lie.

"Oh, my God!"

Tears that had been gathering under the eyelids flowed, and the familiar
ceiling was visible in the open view.
Saliva, bedroom...?’

Eve was greatly embarrassed.

"What, what, I'm not dead?"

In such a surprise, my heart has been broken by my beating heart.

This feeling of near-painfulness was beyond the reach of a heart paralyzed by

Belladona's poison.

He's alive, obviously he's alive, not dead.

"I... I'm not dead...…?”

His voice was also normal.

The vocal cords, which had been ruined by poison, surprisingly functioned.

It seemed certain to be alive.

My breathing calmed down to some extent, and my body calmed down from
constant excitement.

But her spirit still had a shock to come to terms with.

'Well, what the hell is going on here...…?’

It was a familiar room, but it was neither a confined room nor a room used
by 25-year-old Eve.

A room decorated with wine-colored wallpaper, dark walnut-wood

furniture, and grey silk insignia.

Famous for being the darkest and dreary in the Imperial Palace, this was the
room Eve stayed in until she was 23.

What is it? What is it? Why am I looking at this again? It's a missing room.
It's been used as a warehouse since we moved out two years ago.’
Eve looked up at the ceiling with a stiff face and thought.

'Uh, um, yeah. Let's calm down. It's not like a dream or a fantasy...….

Don't tell me this is……oh, no. That can't be right, can it? I may have been
confused because I've been delusional more than a hundred times in prison
that I can do well if I go back to the past.’

For now, he decided to start checking the truth with the greatest possibility
that he would be out of his mind.

She used her minor magic to concentrate and feel the surrounding mana.

"I don't think it's a magic fantasy.’

Eve stepped carefully out of bed and stood in front of the full-body mirror.
And I almost screamed.

Oh, my God!

Inside the mirror, there was a confidence that seemed to be in his late teens at
best.

I groped my face because I couldn't believe it with my eyes.

While touching a cheek that was less baby fat, a lime-blonde with one
braided roughly caught my eye.

The rustic, disheveled hairstyle was something I used to wear when I

couldn't be bothered to focus on alchemy research as a child.

It was too delicate for someone to call it a magic fantasy.

At this point, I had no choice but to come up with a hypothesis.

"Are you going back to your childhood?’

It seemed that what he had been delusional about while hitting the ground in
prison.
I can't believe it. You'd better ask when you meet your teacher."This wasn't
an answer just because Eve was worried.

Time regression is a miracle area far beyond the realm of magic and
alchemy.

Such a thing would have to be wise enough to get a clue.

Opportunities that fell into the hands were more important than worries
without productivity.

Eve untied her braids and looked straight in the mirror.

'This is real. Then what we need to do is...…

The amber eyes in the mirror sparkled strongly.

"You have to be a princess.’

When Eve had finished organizing her mind to some extent, there was a lady
with brown bobbed hair who opened the door and came in.

It was Sedella, Eve's exclusive maid.

"You're up early, Your Highness. Have you slept well?”

"Oh, Cedella. Good morning.

Today, it's very...…

"What? What is it?"

"You look young."

"Really? Last night's honey pack seems to be working well."

It was enough to see Cedella rejuvenating.

Eve decided to fully accept the reality that she had returned.
For now, it was urgent to find out exactly when it was now.

Eve took a sip of our black tea and asked Sedella.

"Sedella, what do you have in mind this week?”

"Not really this week. Instead, next week is important. It's the 16th birthday
of 8th Empress Rose Knit."

I heard the name of my half-brother who urged me to poison him.

Eve's face seemed to be stiff, but her attention was immediately focused on
the phrase "16th Birthday."

If his half-brother, who is an older brother, is two weeks away from 16, he
means he is 17 years old now.

Eve was 25 when she died, eight years younger.

"Wow, that's great."

Cheers were an act of inequity as an empress, but Sedella laughed as if she

understood.

"Yes, it's a great day. Hwangnyeo and Hwangja's 16th birthday is special.

You know, when you're sixteen, you choose your own Homunclus knight.

"Oh, yeah. Gantaeksik."

"Gantaeksik is the flower of the imperial palace event and the best dream.

I think it's a very important day to choose someone to share a relationship

with."

"Yeah, yeah."

Eve's answer was soulless. Eve remembered that Rosenit replaced the
article she chose when she was sixteen in three years.
Nothing less than to put Michael on the spot.

The former Eve would have poured cold water on him by responding in a
critical tone as soon as Gantaeksik was mentioned.

But now that it's back it's different. Eve kept Sedella chattering away.

"Homunclus, who had been trying to stamp her face since the beginning of
this year to become a direct knight of the 8th Empress, lined up. Well, I
suppose it would be a great honor to be his direct knight, since you are a
great white rose of the Empire."

"……what is the white rose of the empire. Belladona of the Empire."

"What?"

"Huh? Why are you talking, Sedela?"

Eve slyly retorted and lifted the teacup handle and sipped the black tea.

The pinky raised above was very elegant.

"Oh, no, it's not. I heard something more interesting than that. In fact, Her
Majesty the Eighth has already named her "Homunklus" as her immediate
knight."

"Who is that?"

"It's a homunclus called Silvestian. Remember the unique silver-haired

homoon Klaus in the front row at the inspection earlier this year? That
article."

"Ho."

The information from Sedella's mouth was true.

In fact, the Homunclus knight Rosenit chose at the age of sixteen and
abandoned it for three years was Sylvestian Millard.
Surely he was the most appropriate ornament for Rosenite, now called the
Empire White Maze.

Both swordsmanship and magic were recognized for their abilities, but it
was rare for a homoon-clue with dark hair colors because they had bright
silver hair.

Silver hair was highly rare because decoration was more valuable than
homoon-clue ability for the imperial family anyway.

But how did Sedella know that I didn't know in my old life?’

Eve found it interesting how Sedella knew about Rosenite's liver-eating.

"Sedella, where the hell did you hear that?”

"The Hadelun Times.”

"Oh, that prick...…

It was a yellow newspaper famous for its provocative titles on the private
lives of the imperial people.

Eve puts a chuck hand on Sedella's shoulder. I asked seriously, looking at

Sedella, who was nervous.

"Do you subscribe to it regularly?”

"What? Yes..."

"That's great. Please let me know if you have anything important to tell me.
That's very helpful.”

"Oh, yes! I'm glad you're of help. I'll do my best to read it.”

Sedella thought she would be scolded for looking at useless things, but
seemed pleased to receive the encouragement.

Eve grinned bitterly, putting the teacup around her mouth.

This is because in his last life, he reflected on whether he only scolded his
maid like a teacher who was too well-informed.

'Let's live flexibly in this life. It's enough to live like a wise man in the corner
of the room.’

Episode 6.

It was time for Eve to put down the empty teacup and wash his mouth with
blind water.

While organizing the teacup, Cedella opened her mouth a little somber.

"But you know what? In fact, there are a lot of homuncluses who want to
dedicate their allegiance to His Highness Vuenrose."

"You're going to be the exclusive knight of the empress without a backseat

like me? No way. The Hadelun Times should also listen to more than half of
what it says.”

"No, it's not the Hadelun Times, it's the way I see it, hear it and feel it. My
empress has such a good reputation among the homunculus."

"Ah, my maid of honor, Cedella. You give me such a good impression."

"It's true...

"I don't know anyone else, but I have to be really nice to Sedella. If I go well
later, I'll buy Cedella a town house, find out where the palace is high, and I'll
find out about her husband is. You trust me, don't you?

Wait a minute."

"Your Grace, please listen to me seriously. It's not a joke, it's real."

"I'm serious, too."

Somehow we couldn't reach each other's sincerity.

Sedella, frustrated and saddened, eventually said what she had in mind.

"I wish my highness would have a direct article."

"Oh, sin, I'm sorry, Your Grace. You don't like this kind of story, but I...…

"It's okay."

Eve shook her head quietly.

It wasn't just that I decided to live flexibly.

Eve wouldn't be mad at Sedella if it had been before the regression.

"I know Sedella is always worried about me. I'm sorry to make you always
suffer from stubbornness."

" Your Highness••••••

Sedella was special to Eve.

Because Sedella was the only one who stood by her despite the hardships
and physical hardships of the Imperial Palace because of Eve.

Eve's position in the palace was very poor.

The cause was primarily due to Eve's birth.

Eve's mother was a commoner alchemist who was not affiliated with the
Imperial Alchemist Association but quietly secluded in the woods and
cultivated alchemy.

If he had continued to sharpen his studies in the forest, he would have risen to
the rank of wise man, but unfortunately, he became the ninth Empress in the
eyes of Desmond II, who had visited the temple.

The eyes of the aristocratic society, which is not affiliated with the Imperial
Alchemist Association or is not from a noble family, were not good at seeing
the empress from the village.
Eventually, Eve's mother could not endure the stuffy imperial life and died
before Eve was seven years old.

Eve, who had lost her mother, was forced to become a hard bread from an
early age.

'If birth was the only problem, it was ignored, but it wasn't.’

Eve's mother was an alchemist who created the Golem (Soulless Hoakdoll)
and cared for everything with consciousness and ego.

Growing up under the influence of his mother, Eve became aware that
Homunculus was no different from humans.

In the imperial court, Eve's correctness never led to virtue.

Eve, who talks about improving treatment and rejects important imperial
traditions such as appointing a direct knight, was a stone in the palace itself.

Eve was despised not only by the same royal family but also by the officials
of the Imperial Palace.

Every time the imperial family was allocated a budget, Eve's share was
almost basic, and she could maintain her life in the palace only if she lived
frugally more than a decent aristocratic spirit.

"Oh, on second thought, you've put Cedela through so much!’

Eve, who crossed her arms because of her uprightness, must have been as
frustrated as Sedella's eyes.

Just listening to the direct articles and conforming to the traditions of the
imperial family could have won the favor of Desmond II, the emperor, and
enjoyed the rights of the emperor.

"There were a lot of imperial people who wanted Sedella.’

Recognized for her ability to manage the seven emperor's household almost
alone, Cedela received many love calls from other empress and the prince,
but did not leave Eve until the end.

With Sedella always on her side, Eve was able to hold out in the palace.

'Of course I don't intend to do it again.’

Eve learned painfully in her last life that being right and being wise may be
different.

If repeated, it was meaningless to pay expensive tuition fees.

In her last life, she ended up suffering. Ever since Eve was confined to a
secret prison because the imperial family was in tatters, Sedella was never
seen again.

Sedella was told by the guard that she was released from the palace without
being executed.

It was fortunate that she survived, but my heart ached at the thought of Cedela
wandering around and suffering from being kicked out of the palace.

The recollection brought bitter remorse.

Eve snapped at Sedella's hand to shake it off.

"I'll give you a real treat.”

"Your Grace?"

"Really. I swear."

"Uh... um... Thank you, by the way, Your Grace."

"Yes, Sedella."

"I want you to know that the path to luxury is the path to me.”

Eve, who was trying to impress Sedella, rather felt like she had been hit
back.
I thought I was about to cry, but I said with a big smile.

"You're right? Let's go for a ride, Sedela."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

The morning dressing has begun.

There was no powder room in Eve's residence, so I washed my face on the

spot.

Before picking out dresses and accessories in earnest, Eve decided to check
one thing with Sedella.

"Who's giving my father a morning greeting today?”

The emperor of the Hadelamid Empire is allowed polygamy or polygamy

Desmond II, who was particularly energetic, already had 10 daughters, 8

princes, and a total of 18 children.Since it was too much to gather 18

children at once and share family affection, four or five people were

divided into groups every week to decide on the morning visit schedule for
weekdays.

Eve met Desmond II today and had a request.

However, there was no better opportunity than the morning visit, as the
waiting order would have been pushed back a long time before the emperor
could be seen.

Sedella replied.

"It's Her Majesty the Third, Her Majesty the Seventh, Her Majesty the Eighth,
Her Majesty the Fourth, Her Majesty the Fifth. Your Highness Ivien Rose is
included."

"That's great... ..wait a minute. The third and eighth empress?"

"Yes."

The two twin princes in the back are of no concern, but the rest of the lineup
was not good.

The third emperor was Bridgette, who ruined the country by building a harem
as soon as she was named the crown princess, and the eighth emperor Bella
Donna, who poisoned Eve.

Both were tough opponents.

"It's not often the day we get together. Oh, right. I guess today is the day.’

I just remembered.

A morning call to Desmond II a week before Rosenite's sixteenth birthday

remained one of Eve's worst things.

Brigitte, the third Empress, spared no effort in winning Desmond II's favor to
be crowned the Empress.

It was the day Bridgette set Eve up to show off his ability and used it
thoroughly.

At that time, Desmond II was troubled enough to complain of a headache due

to a decrease in the amount of rock mining.

Bridgete broached the issue and suggested tighter management of mining

workers' quotas as a short-term solution.

In charge of mining labor was a lower-class homunculus called "failure".

Eve couldn't just listen and spill Bridgette's words to squeeze them further.

Eve, who is tactless and straightforward, refuted Brigite's words and

expressed the urgent need to improve the treatment of Homunclus.

Bridgete then maliciously interpreted Eve's words, making her an empress

who ignored the imperial tradition.
On top of that, a week before Rosenit's appointment, the atmosphere got out
of hand when she sniffed, "Then, does that mean I'm a mean person who
exploits Homunclus.

Desmond II, who had a headache, did not want to hear any more arguments,
and the pearl-like tears of the Empire's white rose were enough to make Eve
a rare evil woman in an instant.

Eve was ordered to return to his place by Desmond II, without even getting a
chance to plead properly. I was kicked out.

Not only was the incident humiliating, but it also triggered Eve to fall out of
favor with Desmond II in earnest.

Also, Desmond II, who became emotional, acted as one of the factors that
ruined the country by making it go wrong.

'Yes, I regret it and I'm back in time, and it's strange that the day I came back
isn't a major turning point.’

It was not just a morning call, but an important thing for life.

Eve's face became as serious as a man going out to the battlefield to fight the
enemy.

"Whoa, what can I do?"

"Maybe not, Your Grace."

As if she were worried about something like that, Sedella smiled broadly
and held out her most colorful dress.

"You have to decorate it."

Episode 7.

"Well, I see!"
Sedella's choice was a soft creamy silk material, a dress elaborately
embroidered with small leaves on the skirt and sleeve ends.

The dress highlighted in green went well with Eve's blonde hair, which is
slightly limey.

"The key is what to do with your hair. I'm worried. You have to confront your
majesty, who is full of grace, and your majesty, armed with love, at the same
time, right? I think it's important to balance elegance and loveliness in the
middle, because if you're biased towards one side, you'll be compared to that
side."

"Yeah, I don't want to go head to head yet.”

Each thought was different, but he had the same determination to visit in the
morning.

Eve actively cooperated with Sedella unlike usual, who preferred to

minimize the decorations.

At the Imperial Palace, the center of political and social circles, grooming
was a duty, and depending on how well they performed their duties, the
views around them changed.

"You have to work hard on whatever you need.’

Eve decided to conform to the imperial palace's physiology.

So I searched for past memories and took out information that could be used
for decoration.

"Hmm, Sedella. I feel like Bridgette is going to do a thick braid, and Rosie is
going to do a twin tail with a voluminous bottom."

"Shall we trust your sense? If it's a hair that doesn't overlap with styles and
can cover both sides of the hair...… I remembered. Why don't you braid your
side hair to make it look like a half ponytail and put a wave on the bottom to
emphasize your loveliness?"
"Yeah, good."

The eyes, cheeks, and lips were tinted with light pink over the white
skin.After finishing her makeup, a beautiful yellow woman with a fresh and
healthy feeling was blinking amber eyes in the mirror.

Finally, it was time to choose jewelry.

Normally, I would have finished decorating only with green garnet necklaces
and earrings, but not today.

"I need to use my mother's strength today. Sedella, please bring your mother's
locker. Let's decorate it."

"Yes, you should decorate it properly today, Your Highness."

A small box-sized box of confectionery contained fine jewelry and

accessories.

Eve only picked out pomegranate-colored jewels that were close to pink.

"Please put in as many hairpins as you can."

Like a man whose purpose is to make himself as heavy as possible, Eve

wore a lot of jewelry all over his body.

There was something else to do.

"I think my dad has a lot of headaches these days. I'll have to prepare a car
that's good for relieving.”

"The Emperor will love it. The tea you made is very delicious."

Combining tea, or tea blending, was a hobby of Eve.

Eve went to a pretty wooden workstation that looked like a dressing table
and a bookcase combined.

There were various tea leaves, petals, and fruit pieces that Eve/
carefully dried and carved in a tin case under conservation magic.

In the drawer under the workstation, Eve's tablending recipe, which she
values as much as her alchemy research, was guarded by security magic.

"We don't have much time left, so we'll have to make it quickly.”

I chose the first recipe that stood out among the recipes that said it had a
headache relief effect.

Add the weight of the ingredients and mix as directed by the recipe.

Tea with a subtle lemon balm scent was put in a pretty glass bottle and
wrapped in a velvet pouch.

"Let's go now."

The East Star Palace, where Eve's room is located, was where the imperial
ladies stayed.

The emperor Desmond II had ten dudes. Thanks to this, Eve was able to face
the other empress as soon as she stepped out alone.

"Ivien Rose is saying hello to Icel. Did you have a good night?"

"Hi, Eve, what brings you up to date? I almost didn't recognize you without
that rustic braid, man."

When people gathered more than two digits, order and rules were created.

According to the law of the Imperial Palace, the royal family, which has a
low line of succession to the throne, first approached the high royal family
and greeted them, so that they could leave their seats only after receiving an
answer.

Eve was the thirteenth in line to the throne, so whenever she encountered
someone, she had to bow her head first.

"I'm meeting Stephania. Good morning...…

"Uh, bye. I'm busy."

By this time Eve was already becoming a figure in the imperial palace.

It was normal for the royal ladies to pass without receiving a greeting.

Eve, unperturbed, waited for the blonde, roll-wavy yellow-haired woman to

move away from her back and raised her head.

On behalf of Eve, Sedella whispered angrily.

"You're so mean. You didn't even get a proper greeting.”

"But where did you even answer? If you pass by pretending like you didn't
see us, we'll have to stay still.”

In fact, in my last life, I was often bullied in that way by my husband's wife
and my husband.

Once, I left Eve unattended for half a day in the hallway on a winter day,
apparently because the princess Bridgette was very determined.

Warming was done by magic, but the punishment in the presence of other
imperial ladies was very insulting.

Next to her, Sedella continued to vent her anger.

"The Sixth Empress says so. But it's too much for a maid to walk by without
her being seen."

"How did you see that? You were bowing down with me."

"I can see it even when I'm bowing down. When it comes to our highness, I
think the back of your head has eyes."

"That's great. It's comparable to the eye magic."

Eve and Sedella's steps to soothe their frustration with small talk reached the
entrance.
When I went out of the star palace, the cool yet sunny spring weather
welcomed Eve.

It's been a long time since I've been living in a closed room for a month and
returned, so I felt like the sun was pouring over my body.

Eve took a monumental new step in life, briefly lost in emotion.

It was time to walk on a wide marble road with heels. There was a man who
grabbed his ankle even after a few steps.

"Oh, my God!"

"Yves! Hey!"

Eve almost stiffened her expression.

'Rodge•••••••!'

It was Rosenit who anxiously called Eve with a faux-tailed voice.

It's time to face the killer earlier than I thought.

Whoo, let's calm down.

Eve took three deep breaths before she could clear her face and look back.

"Sister... oh! I looked back."

Rosenite, in a light pink dress, was showing off her beauty all over the
palace again today.

Seeing this, Sedella whispered a small admiration to Eve's ear.

"The Eighth Empress has real pigtails. Your Highness had a good feeling."

Eve stared at Rosinette, who was getting closer.

"Yves!"
Eve's amber eyes sank darkly as Honey Blonde's smiling girl, who seemed to
be lovely from head to toe, came closer.

You're dead? Ah, finally you're finally dead?

It's just me now! Michael, the throne, it's all mine! Aha haha./

Eve's shoulders trembled because of the creepy voice she heard.

Rosie, you're loved by everyone, and you have everything you want. And
Michael's child was already yours."

Blinded by the desire for monopoly, Rosenite poisoned Eve to solidify her
position as the only imperial blood.

Killed a bloodline just to increase its value.

"You pretended not to put your foot in politics. You've been a very political
and scary kid, you.'

If it hadn't returned, it might have been unjust and resentful and become a
demon. It was a relief.

Before I knew it, Rosenite in reality was standing right under Eve's nose,
smiling brightly.

"How are you, sister?"

"Huh? Sister? Why are you looking so hard?"

Eve came to her senses, and responded naturally.

"Why. Because you're so pretty today."

"Oh, my God, thank you. You put a lot of effort into your morning grooming."

It was a vague compliment.

Come to think of it, Rosenit has never returned the word "pretty" or
"handsome" to anyone else.

"By the way, why are you walking so fast. I've sung it so many times, but you
pretend you don't know."

It was rude for the imperial family, who had a lower rank in the court, to sing
farther back than five steps.

In the past, I would have gently pointed out my sister's wish for her brother to
do well, but now Eve had no family affection for her.

Eve shifted the subject moderately.

"Rodge, are you on your way to your father's morning greeting?”

"Yes, you're not going to say goodbye today, are you?" Come with me."

"Let's do it, but there's someone I haven't seen."

Eve glanced at the back of Rosenite.

There was a young man with a polite and expressionless face. He was a
silver-haired handsome man in the Imperial Guard uniform.

'If you're a silver-haired homunculus knight...…

I thought I knew who it was, but I waited for Rosenite's introduction.

"It's Silvestian Milad.I'm Homunclus, a member of the Imperial Guard. I

asked for an escort to the main palace."

Episode 8.

"I see."

It was not common to call a particular homunculus driver from morning for
short, safe road escort.
"You're being private even before the direct driver snack. You seem to like it
very much. Maybe Rosie's the one who released the information on the
gossip.’

Sylvestian stepped forward when Eve thought like that.

"I see you, Her Majesty the Seven."

"Never mind. Keep your head up.”

The man named Silvestian in front of him is currently Rosenite's most

coveted knight, but he was also a man destined to be abandoned as miserable
as a devoted friend to Rosenite within a few years.

Eve didn't feel so good to see him.

"Sir Millard, I've heard a lot about you. A knight of many trades, both sword
and magic. I'm sure you're one of the best knights to serve your master well. I
sincerely hope you meet a good owner."

He poured out his words of blessing in the hope that his unfortunate fortune
would unfold even a little.

But somehow Silvestian didn't answer.

I thought it sounded strange because of the wind that was too sincere. Eve
called him, a little embarrassed.

"Well, Lord Millard?"

"Forgive me the rudeness of the little man. I forgot your answer for a moment
because you said something very impressive."

"Isn't this a common thing to hear?"

"When you first see me, you're usually interested in my silver hair."

"Ah."
While Eve was spitting out the exclamation of enlightenment, Rosenite
shrugged her shoulder from the side.

It was self-evident that one of the royal tribes Silvestian spoke of was
Rosenite.

"Uh, well, I see."

"Yes."

Originally, one should not look sideways at the object while talking behind
one's back.

Eve looked only at Sylvestian's expressionless face throughout the awkward

silence, and it was not until a long time later that she looked back at Rosenit.

"You're gonna be late, Rosie. Let's go to the main palace."

"Yes, sister."

It may not only be in the mood that Rosenite's voice in response sounded low.

The escort was put ahead and the market was followed.

Eve and Rosenit walked side by side along the marble road, slightly distant
from Sylvestians and maids.

It happened to be time to water the lawn gardens on both sides of the road.
When mana was supplied to golem devices decorated like statues throughout
the garden, water was sprayed everywhere.

Called the "water spray golem," the device was a triumph of civilization
created by pension technology and magic.

It operates the harness as a power source and automatically watered the

garden at any given time.

The pretty rainbow was a bonus.

In addition to the water iris golem, there were countless other devices used
for the convenience of the empire.

Alchemy and magic in the Empire were very close to real life. The palace
was a sacred place for alchemy.

The sound of the shoes rang the marble.

About half the way to the main palace, Zenit made a blasphemy sound.

"I think the main palace is too far away. Can't we go to the warp? You're a
wizard."

"Attack magic and unauthorized warp magic are prohibited in the palace."

"We're the empress."

"Yes, my empress, you're not Her Majesty, are you?”

"Well, then shouldn't we designate coordinates to a deserted area?”

"The watch golem's watching from every corner of the palace."

Eve pointed her finger at the sky.

A cute tadpole-like silver-gray golem was floating in the air.

It was a surveillance device designed to protect the entire palace by

transforming the "Suho Golem," which is also used as a pet by alchemists.

You may have heard enough, but ever since then Rosenite has been sniffing
and whining for warp magic.

"You can learn magic, too.’

The word went up to my throat.

Of course, I said so.The Hadelun Times front page tomorrow may be hit by
the provocative headline of the White Roses of the Gan Empire.
There was a long time of patience.

By finally arriving at the main palace Eve could be freed from Rosenit's
pore.

Main Palace, Royal Gracia Palace.

This main hall, which was made as grand and splendid as possible to
preserve the dignity of the emperor, greeted the two emperors.

"We're here. I'll be back, Sylvestian."

"Yes, Your Grace."

From the hall in the center of the main palace, only exclusive users and direct
drivers were allowed to accompany.

Rosenit didn't send Sylvestian back and put him on standby.

One of the Homunclus knights who was on guard approached and gave an
example first.

"The 3rd Empress, the 4th Prince, and the 5th Prince have already arrived."

"We need to hurry. Where's the doorstep today?"

"Go to Emerald Hall on the seventh floor."

There was an endless spiral staircase on either side of the main hall, but Eve
did not go that way.

He stood on a disk in the center of the hall under the guidance of the SS.

Soon the mana circuit worked and the disk moved up.

It moved two imperial ladies and three maids to the seventh floor at once,
passing through the perforated ceiling several times.

The colorful green door opened on both sides.

Eve took a deep breath as if she were on the battlefield.

Here we go.

As the name Emerald Hall, a splendid room decorated with pale green lines
greeted Eve and Rosenite.

Bridgete, Rubens, and Icalis had already arrived, as I was told.

They were all sitting around a table set because the morning visitors also had
tea time.

The seat was, of course, determined by the succession line to the throne.

Eve stared at the most senior, except for the emperor's seat.

There was a woman in an indoor dress with platinum braids and blue
accentuation on a white background.

The cold yet elegant beauty was Bridgette.

In the background, Sedella also delivered a small, admiring whisper.

"Oh, my God. Your Highness, the Third Empress, has a real braid...…

Bridgete was a strong candidate for the Crown Princess, and had already
been entrusted with several administrative projects by Desmond II.

Despite his busy political presence, Bridgette was thorough in managing his
position.

"I used to admire this look. So I thought you'd be good at it as aha.

Sister! Why did you ruin the country like that...…?’

Of course the answer couldn't come back.

Eve, who came to her senses, bowed slightly to greet her.

"Sister, I see my brother. You must have taken a long trip."

"Betty, Rubens, Ika, hello."

As Desmond II had not yet arrived, Bridgete, who had the highest succession
to the throne, had the right to respond to greetings.

"Come on, sit down, you two."

"Thank you."

As soon as he sat down, Rubens and Icalis opened their mouths excitedly.

The object they were interested in was, of course, Rosenite.

"Oh, Rosie! Long time no see!"

"I missed you, Rosie!"

Although there was no direct political power from Rosenite in the palace,
she was loved by the people.

The popularity created through constant exposure to gossip and image

management could have become a kind of power in itself.

The two princes made a pass at Rosenite, trying to rub it together somehow.

"The Empire's white roses are colored today. Wearing a light pink dress, you
look like you're seeing a pure rose."

"Yes, Rosie. All the grass and leaves in the garden of this imperial palace
exist to support the beauty of your flower."

"Oh, not just the grass in the garden. Look around right now. All the green
stuff in this emerald hall! These are just decorations to make you stand out!"

Rubens and Ecalis raised their voices and flattered Rosenite.

And the flattery was smeared with subtle sarcasm about Eve.
It wasn't just the emerald hall's green wallpaper or jewellery that turned into
Rosenite's ornament by the sugarcoating of the two princes.

They spoke metaphorically of Eve's hair color sitting right next to Rosenite.

The Imperial family is born with a Platina Blonde or Honey Blonde, but
Eve's hair color was a green lime blonde.

For this reason, it was her hair color that was mainly mentioned when she
was ignored for not being an orthodox blood of the imperial family, or
compared to her appearance with Rosenite and other imperial women.

Even now, the two princes were using her greenish blonde hair to shave Eve
to float Rosenite.

"Oh, there's a lot of course.’

Eve did not respond. More than that, now Bridgete and Rosenite had to focus
on keeping their rivals in check.

Soon after, the door of the Emerald Hall opened.

"The Emperor is eating!"

All the mens and the mens rose from their seats.

A middle-aged man with white blond hair turned all-back appeared, leading
numerous servants and escorts like peacocks.

Desmond II, who entered his mid-50s, was so good in appearance that at first
glance he looked more like a fighter than an alchemist.

'My father...

My father, who lost his voice as soon as the rebellion broke out.

Eve's pumpkin eyes wetted with a dim light when she saw him again. She
shouted inside.
'Ah, my father...Why did you choose Betty as your next emperor when you
made your child a great harvest?The imperial family, which was worth trying
to rewrite in the University of Obama, was completely destroyed.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 9

In the first place, Desmond II, who had 18 children, could not have been a
good father.

The thrill of reuniting with his father was only a fleeting moment, and the
subsequent encroachment on Eve's feelings was resentment of Desmond II,
who made a wrong choice in the great position of emperor.

Eve lowered her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

"Oh, yeah, everyone was there. Sit down."

Desmond II rubbed his forehead pretending to sweep over two strands of

bangs as if his head were throbbing.

How natural it was, except Eve, the emperor and the prince didn't notice.

Desmond II raised his right hand and stirred it inward.

"Give me your car, sir."

"My father."

The moment I waited for has come. Eve stepped out quickly.

"There's a special car I've prepared. Would you allow me to put you on this
position?”

"Eve, you got a car?"

"Yes, my old hobby is mixing tea leaves myself. I'm confident in the scent and
taste, so please make sure I can put it here."
"Well, there's nothing you can't do about it."

"Thank you, Dad."

At Eve's glance, Sedella dragged the tray and began serving.

Desmond II took the teacup by his mouth first. Desmond II, who took a sip,
looked satisfied.

"Well……… that's pretty good."

"Louivosti, combined with lemon balm. Lemon balm is good for relieving
headaches."

"Huh? Headache?"

"Yes, when I didn't ask you last time, I saw you pressing your forehead a lot.
I was worried if you had a headache because of the political affairs.

I prepared a car with medicinal effects, did I do something for nothing?”

"Haha! That's how our 13th daughter thought about Jim. Even so, Jim has
been living with a headache these days.”

"Since last week, I've collected it myself, dried it, and mixed it with care. I'm
glad Abamama likes it.”

It was a lie to show off. I made it in a hurry with roughly existing ingredients.

But Sedela, the only witness, quietly refilled the emperor's teacup.

"Oh, my God, is that a lot of work?" I took a bunch of these tea leaves and
kept Jim alive for a while."

"What's the big deal about having a lot of hands if you want to? Your father
takes care of the empire, and I'm a great pleasure if I can help the empire by
taking care of your body." "Hahaha! Then please.

"Yes, Father, no, Dad."

Sneakily spoke of the title. I fixed it pretending to be a mistake.

This trick, which is good to appeal to a lovely daughter, was all learned from
Rosenit in her last life.

Desmond II smiled as if it worked out well, creases around his eyes.

"Whoa, that's great. I feel like my headache is going away. It's a great car,
Eve."

"Thank you, Dad."

The emperor's succession of praise to the naughty Hwangnyeo greatly shook

the air inside the Emerald Hall.

Not to mention Bridgette, Rubens, and Ecalis, who were usually insignificant
of Eve, Rosenit, who pretended to be sweet to everyone, but implicitly
ignored Eve as lower than him, was also embarrassed.

Eve, what did that eat wrong? Why would you do something you didn't do?

"The stiff kid's gaining favor with his father?’

I feel like Eve is imitating me. That's my role.’

The users of the Imperial Palace also shook their pupils.

"Are you sure you're the 7th Empress? Why would the Eighth Empress do
anything she could?’

'What the hell happened to the 7th Empress last night...…?’

'As if he had 10 more years of experience in the palace...…!’

Eve gulped down the teapot, pretending not to know the atmosphere full of
shock and confusion.

Desmond II, the absolute power, said he liked Eve's car, so he had to keep up
with the rhythm.
Rubens opened his mouth to praise Eve in his own way.

"Hmmm, that's a great car, Dad. Eve, I thought this kid was a room wise man
who only sold alchemy, but now I see he had a very useful talent.”

Of course, full praise was impossible.

Eve smiled softly as if she knew Rubens' words would be that good.

"Rubens' brother, Tibbending, is similar to alchemy. Good ingredients should

be carefully collected, trimmed, and mixed with the correct recipe.

Alchemy talent has also influenced hobbies."

"It has to do with alchemy?"

"Yeah, so I can make such a good car thanks to my father's inheritance of

great talent.”

Eve actually thought she looked like her mother, but she couldn't do much to
score for Desmond II.

There were no parents who hated it when he praised them for resembling
him.

Desmond II, smiling with delight, seemed to be completely cured of

headaches.

"Hahaha! Yes, Eve. Your alchemy talent is excellent. What a senior alchemist
degree at that age! It's like looking at a young burden."

It's not a high level, it's a high level, but it didn't matter now.

Eve moved her eyes to examine Bridgete.

Her brow, which was quietly savoring the tea, was seen flinching. Eve
quickly lowered herself.
"I'm flattered. How can I be compared to John the Empire, the Thirteenth
Empress? It's also a shame to get such a big compliment in front of my third
sister, who is outstanding in every field. I don't think I'll ever be able to see
Betty again, so please don't talk to me, Dad."

"Haha, you're too shy. That's why Betty is so scared that she's looking
around."

Desmond II said jokingly, but he knew the truth. Eve says, "That's it, that's it!

I put up with what I wanted to say back.

It was an excellent choice to give Bridgette a moderate boost.

Now that mentioned, Bridgette would be a petty sister jealous of her praised
brother if she stayed still in the current situation.

"Eve, I'm happy to have a smart brother."

Bridgete didn't finish his turn to hit the rhythm with empty words. Eve had to
cut off the flow because she was not happy with Desmond II's favor alone.

Bridgete spoke to Desmond II in a very friendly tone.

"My dad, I'm so worried that you have a headache. Eve's tea leaves are good,
but you can't rely on folk remedies because your father's health depends. Why
don't you call a doctor as soon as possible for a checkup?"

"Betty, do you think Jim didn't say anything. I've been called in several times
since 15 days ago and I've been prescribed medication, but I haven't seen any
improvement."

"Then why don't you turn to magic therapy? I happen to have a jewel that has
a terapy effect. It's Ma Jeong-seok who instilled healing magic with a good
word. If you put it under your bedside at night, you'll definitely get a clean
headache.

"Oh, Ma Jeong-seok. He's at the heart of the world.…!”

What caused Desmond II to suffer from headaches was the problem of
diminishing the mining volume of the Majeongseok mine.

I was happily sharing my family's affection, and I was faced with an irritating
state of affairs again.

Desmond II couldn't be in a good mood. Bridgette was also late in the day.

"It sounds like I'm getting a headache again. I don't even want to hear it now,
Betty."

"……yes, dad."

Bridgette's filial piety failed.

Thanks to this, discussions on the Ma Jung-seok, which made Eve fall out of
favor with Desmond II in her last life, have ceased.

"My father."

Now it's Rosenite's turn.

Rosenit cautiously called Desmond II, as if he were a little intimidated by the

stern voice that Desmond II gave to Bridgette.

Desmond II's expression was somewhat relieved by the pitiful and lovely
appearance of the Empire's white rose.

"What's wrong, Rosie? If you have something to say, say it."

"With all due respect, I don't think I can make you anything to cure a
headache because I'm not as talented as you are...…

"Rosie, it's okay. What do you care about?"

"But I want to let you know that my heart for you is second to none."

"What a fellow."
Desmond II said, "Rosenite seemed pretty no matter what I said.

It would have been just right to end here, but Rosenite didn't.

"So I'll give you a heartfelt gift."

"Huh?"

From this point on, Rosenite's tone changed.

Out of nowhere she spoke confidently, pretending to be upset.

"I'll go out to the garden later and pick you an armful of lavender that you
favorite lavender. If you receive a bouquet of flowers with my love in it,
your headache will go away. You told me last time, dad. I don't have an
Elixir the size of my love.”

Eve was about to learn some of Rosenite's confidence in ignoring alchemy

and medicine at the same time.

In most cases, Rosenit's aegyo worked well, but it couldn't have worked if he
said in front of a person who had suffered from headaches for two weeks.

Elixir, moreover, was a legendary item in the field of portion alchemy.

When Desmond II was in such a good mood, Rosenite openly revealed what
he had said in private in front of his other children, the emperor, the supreme
authority of alchemy, was in disrepute.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 10

Even if you are an outsider, there are things you can say and things you can't
say.

From the point of view of the alchemist, it was almost as if he had been
insulted by the learning he was selling.
Sure enough, not only Eve but also Bridgette was looking down at the teacup
with cold eyes.

Rubens and Ecalis were sweating, too.

Desmond II repeatedly opened and closed his mouth for a long time to see if
he could control his facial expression.

Eventually, he said with an embarrassing smile.

"Hahaha, Rosie...…. I feel great thinking about Jim. But I don't think it's time
for lavender to bloom, so you don't have to waste your time in the garden."

"Oh, well, you must have bloomed in the greenhouse, right? I'll get it for
you."

"It's all right, it's all right."

"Yes……but it was given over Desmond II because it was his favorite

daughter, Rosenite.

If it were Bridgette Nive who talked nonsense, he would be furious.

Rubens is out to change the subject. Just in time, there was a perfect story to
share with the family.

"Oh, there you go! Come to think of it, it's Rosie's birthday soon!"

"Oh, you remembered, Rubens. I'm finally turning sixteen next week.”

"Then you'll finally choose your own article. Isn't it the day when all the
people looked forward to it? It's nothing short of an empire's!"

"My brother...…. It's a ritual that everyone in the Imperial family.”

Rosenite was uncharacteristically condescending to ask Desmond II for a big

birthday banquet a while ago.

She then spoke to Desmond II, creating a worried look.

"Madam, I'm actually a little worried about the direct driver's choice."

"Well, what do you mean you're worried?”

"I'm ashamed I have no talent for alchemy and magic. I'm not sure if I can

'imprint' homunculus properly."

"Don't worry, Rosie. The imperial blood alone gives you enough control to
have one homunculus."

"But the better and the more special homuncloos you need, the more talent
you need. What if the imprint fails? I can't sleep at night these days."

"Oh, my God, even if you don't mind."

As soon as Desmond II showed compassion, Rosenite's pink ruby-like eyes

shone as if they had found an opportunity.

She lamented, covering her mouth with a wistful gesture.

"Ah, Eve wouldn't worry about this...…

It was obvious that Eve, who had stayed still, would be dragged in.

The 7th Imperial Lady, who defies the imperial tradition by not bringing in a
direct article for well over a year.

It was a good target to bite if mentioned at this point.

Sure enough, the friendly atmosphere of the table changed like cold tea.

'Oh, it's time has come. Thank you very much, Rosie.'

Everyone sitting around the table looked at Eve.

It was still stinging and cold in my last life.

Desmond II recited in a low voice.

"Yeah, Eve's talent is great. I don't know if it's possible for Eve to have three
immediate knights under her control."

"Oh, really? As expected, Eve is amazing!"

"Whoa... what would you do if you had such great potential?" I don't really
want to report directly."

Eventually Desmond II ended up with a long sigh.

He pressed down on his temples to see if the headache was working again.

"Yves, I wish you would stop listening to the imperial tradition. It's so
frustrating every time I think about it. Having inherited such a great alchemy
talent from Jim and been rotting away. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

"The direct knighthood system is a tradition of our Hadelamid imperial

family, which has been observed for half a thousand years, and you are the
only imperial family in history to reject it. Don't you want to be a member of
the imperial family and not be unusual?"

"……my father."

"Hoooooooo..." No, it's done. Let's stop. What would you do if you heard the
answer?"

Desmond II was trying to move on without further admonishing Eve for his
sincerity in bringing tea leaves.

He emptied the tea water at once and whispered disapprovingly.

"You'll say no again anyway. You're stubborn because you look like my
mother."

"No, Dad."

"What?"
The word of denial was unexpected. Surprised Desmond II looked Eve in the
eye.

"What do you mean no?"

Eve sent her heart to Rosenite inside.

Rosie, I'll use the opportunity you gave me.’

A calm voice came out of Eve's mouth.

"Madam, I've been thinking about it and I don't think I've been thinking much.
I gave you a lot of trouble by going against the system to protect your own
beliefs. So I reflected a lot last night."

"Huh? What?"

Fluttering.

Eve rose from her seat without her servant's help.

She grabbed the hem of the dress nicely and bent her knees to be polite.

And I asked politely.

"I'd like to have a direct article now, Dad."

Everyone's eyes in the emerald hall are as big as they pop out.

Sedella was no exception and she almost flooded Bridgette's teacup.

Desmond II looked suspicious of hearing what he had just heard.

Bridgete, Rosenite, Rubens, and Icalis were not much different.

It was not until a long time later that the voice of Desmond II was heard.

"Uh... Eve, you...…uh, well, I mean…...you want to hear the direct article?"
"Yes, my father."

"Well, are you sure? Did Jim hear anything wrong?"

"Yes, Dad. I said I'd like to get a direct article."

"Huh……Deathmond II's gray-blue eyes glazed.

Having been mesmerized for a long time, he turned on the warm tea water
and watched Eve again.

"Yves, you've finally grown up!"

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Dad."

"Yes, I wish I'd changed my mind. Raise your head and sit down. Come on,
let's sit down and talk."

"Thank you, Dad."

"This is the ramp. There's no slope!"

Desmond II was on the verge of jumping up and down with joy.

Of course, the imperial brothers and sisters felt differently.

In particular, Rosenit, who induced Eve to blame, was most embarrassed.

"Hey, I think things are going wrong.’

Desmond II asked Eve this and that with his body stretched out.

"When are you going to do the ritual?"

"If you allow me, I'd like to make it short today. It's not a ritual that requires a
lot of preparation for me anyway.

"But wouldn't you be disappointed if it was too simplistic?"

"No, it's Rosie's snack next week. I think it's right to hold the ceremony as
quietly as possible so that the attention can be paid to Rosie."

"I feel so good about my brother."

In Desmond II's interpretation Eve continued, putting a look on her face that
was about to get cold.

"With all due respect, I didn't think only of Rosie. Rosie is a yellow woman
who is loved by the people. Attracting the favor of the people by

using Rosie has a great effect on creating a friendly public sentiment for the
imperial family. This will have a positive impact on your father's reign,
whether small or large. For that reason, I thought Rosie's intercession should
be greatly promoted as an imperial event, and that I should avoid distracting
attention because of my sudden intervention."

"Oh, even that? Eve, now that I see it, it's not just a good heart, it's also a
political benefit."

"You're flattering me, Dad."

Desmond II's expression was beyond satisfaction. It was the face of the
world's brightest filial daughter.

"Yeah, yeah. But if you're going to have a snack today, does that mean you've
already decided on Homunclus as your direct driver?"

"Yes, I have a homunculus in mind."

"Wow••••••!"

An intriguing exclamation came from Desmond II's mouth. The interior of the
emerald hall was filled with curiosity.

"Who was that? Come on, Eve."

Finally, the time has come to say his name.

Eve was unwittingly nervous and had to take a deep breath.

Eve made eye contact with Desmond II and opened her mouth.

"I want Michaelis Agneto."

"Huh? Who?"

Desmond II didn't seem to know.

"Oh, it's before Michael stepped into the palace.’

There was no way anyone knew his name, who had been locked up in the
corner of the camp.

Now that it has come to this, it has no choice but to name something other
than a name.

So even though it was not a favorite word, it was nicknamed Michael at the
time.

"Well, I mean...… 'Monster in Public Prison.'”

I looked around the table after finishing my remarks.

They looked more embarrassed than ever when Eve declared she would
listen to the direct article.

DESMOND II's face is stiffened to watch Eve for the first time today. The
tightly closed lips were perempt.

The first person to come forward at times like this was Rubens, who set the
mood well.

He did not hesitate to point fingers at Eve.

"Eve, what the hell are you thinking!"

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 11

"Why are you so excited, brother?”

"You don't look so excited! I've heard of a monster in a public prison.

He's the one who refused to swear allegiance to his father. That's why he
couldn't join the Imperial Guard and ended up in prison. You're going to
imprint on a monster who failed to bring even his father to heel? Is that fair,
isn't it?"

"Oh, brother, you're speaking profanity. I can't believe your father failed. To
put it bluntly, there must be something wrong with the homunculus, which is
not easily subjugated to his father."

Eve finished and turned her head purple towards Desmond II.

As expected, Desmond II's expression seemed to chew bitter grass because

of Rubens' bad luck.

"Well, that's right! I made a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry, Abamama."

Desmond II succeeded in silencing Rubens with authority. The table is calm

again.

"Yves, are you really going to imprint that public prison monster?"

"Yes, my father."

"As Rubens said, the monster is a dangerous man who didn't even swear
allegiance to Jim."

The "loyalty oath ceremony" is conducted by the emperor himself as a

brainwashing work that makes Homunclus loyal to the imperial family and
never harms them.

Only after this ceremony, which was carried out in the same form as baptism,
did Homunculus finally come out of the training center and see the light of the
world.
If Michael had been an ordinary homunclus, he would have been treated as a

"failure" and removed at a time when his loyalty oath was broken.

But killing Michael was put on hold because he was so capable.

Until then, Desmond II would have thought he would soon succeed in

bringing Michael to heel if he tried the ceremony again.

I'm afraid Michael didn't go too far as Desmond II meant.

Desmond II, who was furious, did not immediately kill Michael on the spot,
but put him in a public prison known for his atrocities.

And I forgot it in my head as time went by.

It was the third year this year that Michael was able to survive thanks to the
power of oblivion.

In his last life, Michael was locked up for another two years, and when he
was 21, he was able to take an oath and come out into the world. Maybe it
was after awakening the ability to nullify obedience and imprinting He must
have completely controlled his abilities and deceived his father.’

Michael's existence became ambiguous after three years of neglect without a

ceremony of oath of allegiance.

Since brainwashing still doesn't work, it should be disposed of, but now it's
too late to treat it as a failure and remove it.

Michael itself became a blot on the emperor's authority.

And Eve was right now referring to the Emperor's stain.

'You have to be careful.In terms of alchemy and magical difficulty,

"loyalty oath consciousness" was a lower level of work than "imprinting".

There was a possibility that the emperor's attempt to imprint Homunculus,
which the emperor could not even obey, could be considered a challenge to
the imperial power.

If it goes wrong, Desmond II may order Michael to be killed immediately in

order to assert authority.

Eve carefully chose every word in her head to put it in her mouth.

Now is the time to draw on the potential as well as the ability to use sweet
talk to the fullest.

"Madamma, does Homunculus have to receive the rituals of the Abama to see
the light of the world? So I think it's a pity that there's a homunculus who
can't take it properly, even though the oath of allegiance to them is like a
baptism of blessing from the Father."

"Well, yeah. If you don't swear allegiance, you lose yourself. That
reprehensible monster...How dare you refuse Jim's hand-down blessing?”

Desmond II grated his teeth.

It was difficult. Eve quickly turned around before he got excited.

"Come to think of it, I doubt he really rejected it. The power of the wise
man's stone master, his father, is immense. You're a father who can

imprint the entire SS, and it's not going to work if a homunclus refuses.

"It's normal to have a homunculus fall on your father's feet earlier."

"Yes, it is."

"But I've been thinking about why obedience doesn't work. I'm guessing
there's something wrong with the mana circuit in Homunculus. I want to solve
this problem and appoint the homunculus as my direct article."

"Hmmm
Desmond II looked troubled. At this time, we had to push harder.

"So far, the public prison monster has been neglected as an exception, neither
a failure nor a success? He's a thorn in the palm of his hand in the imperial
family. It's time to pull out that thorn. I'll try to solve the problem with the
talent I inherited from my father.

Please take it easy, Dad."

Eve rose from her seat again.

I bent my knees and waist slightly and felt my lips burning while I was
waiting.

A moment later Desmond II's voice rang in his ears.

"All right, Eve."

Eve looked up and looked at Desmond II. His expression was softened.

"Yves, you are both an empress and an alchemist. Is it an object that ignites
the spirit of challenge? Well, that's not bad. Do as you please."

"Thank you, Dad. I thought Abama, the king of the great alchemist, would
understand me."

It was time for Eve to hide her joy.

Desmond II's words were not finished. He added sternly.

"Instead, there's a condition, Eve."

"What?"

"You must imprint on the monster of public prison as Jim's agent and imperial
daughter. If you fail to imprint, take responsibility and remove him."

"……I'll do as I please, Abamama."

The conditions were expected anyway. Eve accepted.

After confirming that morning visiting hours were over, Eve grabbed the hem
of the dress and graciously arranged.

"Let me first stand up to follow the imperial tradition and establish the
authority of His Majesty. Have a peaceful day, Abamama, sisters, brothers,
Rosie."

It is time to declare full participation in the succession of the throne.

Chapter 4. Own the King of Homunculus.

"Your Highness, I was so surprised! No wonder you were so serious today,

and you made a big decision all night!"

As soon as she got off the inter-floor mobile, Cedela chattered to Eve as if
she had burst her breath.

Sedella seemed to have high expectations for Eve's direct article, as she had
been cold-hearted in rejecting the imperial tradition.

"I can't wait to see you under the escort of your immediate knight!"

Sedella's tone was so lively, but her eyes were extraordinary.

In particular, the fist that was held tightly was as if it had reminded me of
someone who wanted to hit.

Listening to the excited Sedella, I walked all the way across Central Grace
Hall.

Almost to the entrance, Silvestian, who was waiting nearby for Rosenit's
escort, made eye contact.

He strode up and took an example.

"See you again, Her Majesty the Seven."

"Rosey will be out soon. All right, Lord Millard."

Sylvestian hastily added as he tried to pass by.

"Waiting for the Eighth Empress for a moment. Why don't you go back to the
annex together? I'll be escorting her too much."

"You don't have to. The destination is different."

"Where are you going?”

Eve could not answer Sylvestian's question.

This is because Rosenit, who had just come down on the wings of the disc,
rudely called Eve from behind.

"Yves!"

"……ha."

Rosenit, who approached with a good face, was abominable.

Are you pretending to be glad to hear about Eve's direct article in front of
Desmond II, trying to fuck him up?

Sure enough. Sedella's face, which was at Moon's tea time, was also slightly
stiff.

Rosenit, who came near, said.

"Sister, I heard you're going to the ceremony right now. I wish you all the best
in your consciousness."

"Yes, thank you, Rosie."

"In fact, I was a little nervous because Eve suddenly said she would have a
snack ahead of my birthday. I was wondering if she was stealing the
homunclus article that I had in mind."
Eve was dumbfounded but calmly retorted.

"That's a ridiculous misunderstanding."

"As you know, Sylvestian is very famous, and the timing was very
coincidental. Anyway, I'm glad the misunderstanding was cleared up. I'm
relieved that you didn't think about her reaction at all right now. Please
understand."

After misunderstanding and clearing the air alone, understanding is sought

from Eve.

By the time Eve was at a loss for words, Rosenit added defiantly.

"I'm really looking forward to it, as is my dad. It's a homunclus chosen by

your sister, who has rejected the imperial tradition. I'm very curious about
who it is. I really want to see you, so I hope you succeed in imprinting.”

There was a sense of superiority in the talking Rosenite.

It is the confidence that Eve will not be better than Silvestian, chosen by
Rosenit himself, no matter what Homunclus he brings.

"He's the best thing he's ever had."

Eve almost laughed because it was transparent in the eye.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 12

"Thank you, Rosie. I will do my best to meet your expectations."

"It's going to be great. I wished you luck for the first time in a while.

Then I'll go ahead."

Rosenit, who showed his pride as if a word of blessing was a blessing, also
left before Eve, regardless of the Imperial Palace's law.
Even the maids following Rosenite passed by Eve with their heads stiff.

Face-to-face with an abominable murderer was mentally draining.

It was time for Eve to sigh inside. There was a group of Rosinette who hadn't
left yet.

"The direct article...…do you want to hear it?"

"Oh, Lord Millard? He's not gone yet."

Silvestian Millard was kept at his feet even though he had to escort Rosenit.

He had a blank face, but his eyes were shaking for some reason.

Eve answered briefly.

"That's right. I've decided to have a direct article."

The silence was heavy. Somehow Sylvesterian looked a little shocked.

"Sir Millard?"

"I'm sorry, I think you've got someone...… may I ask who it is?"

"Do you know the name Michaelis Agnito?"

"Agnito..."? You don't mean that, like, public prison monster?"

"Yeah."

At the moment, Sylvestian's expressionless face was a little broken.

He said, slightly distorting his face.

"If you're a knight, you're around...…

At that time, Rosenit, who was far ahead, called Silvestian.

"Silvestian, what are you doing there?”

"……I'm sorry, Her Majesty the Eighth. I'll go now."

Sylvestian looked blank again, apparently wondering when he had been

disorganized.

Returning to the form of a puppet-like homunclus knight, he politely took an

example from Eve and disappeared.

"What's wrong with Lord Millard?"

Eve's wonder didn't last long.

This is because he had few contacts anyway, and he was busy on his way.

Eve went with Sedella to the protocol section of the northwestern main
palace.

As the department responsible for the royal family's affairs, the protocol
department was also responsible for the royal family's direct selection of
knights.

Thanks to the delivery of Hwang's order, the protocol department had already
dispatched people.

An elderly male official came to meet Eve.

"Let me serve you, Your Highness 7."

"Please."

I've entrusted myself to a warp portal dedicated to the imperial family.

White light rising from the floor enveloped Eve and Sedella. The destination
was Homun Klus Training Station.

There are two main contents of the "Homunclus Management Act," an

imperial blight system.
The first is that only the emperor can make homunculus using withdrawal
alchemy, and the second is that homunculus is graded and given a differential
role.

In the Hadelamid Empire, about 100 homunculus infants are created a year,
all of which are transferred to a training camp.

It's a good horse, so it's practically a prison.

Homunculus Training Station is a facility built in polar valleys that is not

even shown on the map of the Empire, and is only accessible through ultra-
long warp portals.

The outside was a non-survival zone with snowstorms all the time, so it was
barely maintained as a place for people to live after more than 10

survival magic barriers.

Here, the homunculus is imprisoned for 15 years and trained and trained to
become an imperial servant.

Among them, only Homunclus, who received the highest ranking through
screening, are eligible to become imperial personal knights or direct knights.

Even if they were judged to be higher-rated, they would be used as

consumables by the imperial court, not to mention the misery of the mid-or
lower-rated homunculus.If they receive a lieutenant rating, they must always
be on the front lines of a life-and-death battle when they are sent to an
outpost to repel the empire's threatened maryong and marsu.

If they receive a lower rating, they are sealed with mana circuits and put into
dangerous and hard work such as construction sites and mining sites, and
their labor is exploited.

"It's strange that there's no rebellion.’

Whoo-ing!
Even though the boundaries were spread out 13 times, the harsh sound of the
wind rang my ears.

The outside of the hemispherical transparent boundaries was all white.

Outside the boundaries, I felt as if God had created nothing, and I could see
the world as if it were blank.

"Ugh, it's cold."

"Hold my hand, Sedella."

Eve warmed her up with the magic of warmth.

The entrance to the camp was in the center of the crater and had to be flown
by flying magic.

The move was aimed at preventing homunculus from escaping.

Homunclus in the camp was always wearing restraints that restrained the
mana circuit, so it was impossible to cross the crater, which was like a
natural prison wall.

At the entrance was a middle-aged aristocratic man and two saints,

Homunculus.

"It's an honor to meet the 7th Empress. Baron Pete Erka June, general
manager of Homunculus. I've been waiting for your call."

"Throwing hard in the rough, Lord Erka."

"Haha, no. Then I'll take you to a public prison."

The corridor leading to the public prison was all set up with magic lights on
a place made of rock.

It's not really the road, it's the burrow.

"I feel like I'm walking in a coal mine.’

Baron Erca June brought up an interesting story, wondering if Eve would be
free.

"The 7th Empress, you know what? The homunculus out there is a dark hair
color like black or brown?"

"That's right."

"In fact, the homuncloos in the camp have bright and pale hair. This is
because the mana circuit restraints worn by homunculus alter the hair color
by blocking the vast mana for a long time. It's not until the fastballs are
released that the homunculus has its original dark hair color."

"I know, that's why homunclus, like Sylvestian Millard, keeps his silver hair
intact, is being treated like a special treat."

Silvestian was chosen by Rosenite for his decorative value of silver hair
over ability.

As such, Homunclus' hair color was usually dull.

In his last life, Michaelis Agnito, the king of Homunculus, was also a typical
black-haired man.

"Aha, thanks to Lord Millard, it is now well known to the Imperial Palace.

I found out after I was assigned as a training center manager. It was as

mysterious as it was before the insect broke out of its shell and was
blackened."

It was time to compare homunculus to an insect.

Baron Erka June finally reached a conclusion after a long chat.

"Even the monster you're looking for in public prison has yet to take off his
restraints, so you'll see a special hair color."

"Oh, is that so?"

You get to see a silver or blonde version of Michael?

It was hard to imagine Eve, who had seen only black-haired Michael, who
seemed to have cut a chestnut, for years.

"We're here, Your Grace."

It was a huge cavity that emerged after the long hallway.

As if looking at the rare of a dragon, a cage hanging from the ceiling was
lowered in the open space.

The cage hanging in the air of Daerong Daerong was the reality of what was
called a "public prison."

'There he is.’

Nervous Eve swallowed dry saliva.

The public prison was located high enough to be seen only when the head
was turned painfully.

I rode the wings of a discus to the door of a public prison.

Eve was finally able to see the cage in detail.

It was not enough to be locked in a public prison, but there was a Homunclus,
who was bound with double triple freedom by wearing circuitry restraints,
handcuffs, and necklaces.

A man who leaned against the cage and closed his eyes like a captive flying
animal.

He was Michael eight years ago.

Eve realized something.

"Ah, that's why your name was Michael.’

His hair color was similar to what was known as the hair color of Michael,
the archangel Michael.

The hair color was saffron, or pink.

Light pink was a color I never imagined. But I thought it looked good on me.

I wondered what would not look good on that face.

Even though she was in a cage like now, her beauty like a sculpture didn't
fade away.

After three years of neglect in public prison, the hair that grew over his
shoulder and could not be trimmed gave Michael a feeling of mane, which
led him to look like a mysterious beast in a cage.

A perverse possessive imperial family may say they will take Michael into
custody and breed him.

Baron Erka Jun excitedly stepped up while Eve J thought about this and that.

"Look, pink is unique, isn't it? I think it's the most unique homunculus I've
ever seen. Maybe that's why they call homunculus a doll."

Eve did not respond to disparaging comments. Instead, there was a response
elsewhere.

Michael, who seemed to have fallen asleep so far, opened his eyes. Then I
looked up and made eye contact with Eve.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 13

The eyes looking up at Eve were the same purple as in memory.

His eyes were still attractive and seemed to soak up the soul of the person he
encountered.
Michael's fascination was valid because he was so beautiful even when he
was locked in a cage.

Eve took a deep breath.

"It's a real shame that you've built a foundation for treason by seducing Rosie
with that look.’

Michael's eyes were shaking as he looked at Eve.

His expressionless face was slightly distorted as if he had cracked it.

No wonder it was confusing.

A gorgeous, beautiful woman in a dress was the first thing he had ever seen
in his life.

Eve wanted to give Michael a good first impression with polite greetings.

But Baron Erka Jun struck the candle next to him.

"What the hell are you sitting there watching? Why don't you show your
courtesy to Her Majesty?"

"Hwangnyeo..."? Hwangjok...…?”

It was then. The purple eyes looking up at Eve filled with life.

If Michael's hands were free now, he might have strangled Eve at once.

Eve swallowed a small breath as she faced Sarah's threatened gaze.

Baron Erka Jun stepped forward as if he were protecting Eve and shouted
like lightning.

"That reprehensible monster! Can't you just lay those irreverent eyes on the
floor right now? Your Majesty, I'm sorry! I should have trained you in
advance! Hey, come on, whip...…!”
"Sir Erka, that's enough."

Eve raised one hand and restrained it.

Baron Erka Jun stepped back and put his hand on the cage.

The iron window, which had been tightly sealed with magic, opened.

Stuttering.

Eve's shoes stomped in the cage without hesitation.

Michael opened his eyes wide, and Baron Erka June, who was on his back,
went wild.

"Hua, Her Majesty! You can't go in! It's dangerous. Come on out!"

Eve did not hear that.

"Everyone, get out of course. I'll have a private meeting."

"Haona...!"

"Go away."

I ordered in a stern tone on purpose.

A little bit of verbal magic mixed in, Baron Ercajun no longer rebelled and
returned with Sedella on his wings.

Finally, Eve was in the cage.

I was alone with Kael.

Once again, a heavy silence hung over the public prison while Eve and
Michael faced the eye.

Around that time, a wind made of convection stirred once inside a huge
cavity.
The bottom of the cage shook slightly as the old chain screamed.

But Eve and Michael's gaze remained unshakable.

An underground cave with a damp, fishy smell of iron bothering the tip of
your nose, and no rays of sunlight.

In this poor place Eve and Michael met for the first time in their second life.

Eve felt a bittersweet feeling.

"It's a reversed situation. You're bound in a cage, and I come to visit you, and
you've been miserable in these days. So, did I get a little compensation for
this grudge when I saw myself in prison?’

It felt strange.

In his last life, Michael was the main culprit of treason and the enemy of the
imperial family who ordered the purge of the imperial family and the person
who decimated Eve for a month, but he heard the feelings of not collapsing in
his life, which began in the abyss rather than in hatred or resentment.

Of course, Michael, who lives in front of his eyes, was a little afraid.

Whatever it may be, he was the king of the great Homunclus, who had a
promising future.

Since such a person was openly expressing hostility toward Eve, the
imperial family, he might have fallen into his seat if he had been a less
mentally disciplined Hwangnyeo or Hwangja.

"Looking at this, Michael in his last life was friendly to me. Because you've
never done this to me.’

On the last day of his last life, Michael's image crossed Eve's mind.

Come to think of it, Michael's feelings at the time were very subtle.
Purple eyes were full of resentment, but the resentment was different from the
straight and clear bad feeling toward the enemy like Michael in front of them.

The look, which was rather close to affection, still lingered in Eve's mind.

I just remembered the meaningful words Michael said in his last life.

Yeah, you shouldn't have chosen me.

If you had chosen me as your immediate knight, this would not have
happened.

Michael's words ring not only in Eve's head but also in her heart.

Eve closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Yeah, so this time I'm here to choose, Michael.

Come to think of it, what Michael said that day may have been the reason
why he brought Eve here today.

Eve opened her eyes. His name was called in a clear voice.

"Michaelis Agnito."

"……you know my name.”

Life faded from Michael's eyes.

Only being called by his full name seemed to have increased his friendship
with Eve.

Even though it's still a minus.

Even before Eve introduced herself, Michael asked as if he were

interrogating her first.
"Hwangnyeo?"

"Yes, nice to meet you."

Eve deliberately put on a friendly, private commentary.

As soon as Eve was properly identified as an imperial family, Michael shut

up.

Eve could immediately sense his intentions.

"You don't have to be polite or respectful to me. Let's talk comfortably."

Michael's silence was his utmost defiance of the teachings of obedience and
loyalty to the imperial family.

In fact, Michael not only refused the oath of allegiance with all his might but
also played a part in his irreverent and rebellious attitude to the charges of
being imprisoned in public by Desmond II.

"I want to talk to you, or you, Michael."

Eve's conciliation brought Michael over. He asked something else in the

sense of acceptance.

"What's going on here, my dear?"

"to appoint you as my immediate knight."

"Gantaek? Then you must be the Eighth Empress, who is about to have her
sixteenth birthday."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not an empire white rose."

"No, you're not"?

Eve introduced herself only then.

"I'm the 7th Empress, Ivien Rose Clauel Hadelamide.”

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Michael's eyes flashed with surprise.

From the look of the reaction, you must have heard some things about Eve.

"Is it good that you don't have to explain every detail that the working
conditions are inferior to those of the other empress?"

Michael was not easily shocked.

"You're the seven empress?"

"Yeah. Feel free to call me Eve."

"Really?"

"Of course, you can call me by my first name. I called you Michael earlier."

"No, that's not what I meant, is she really the 7th Empress? If you're teasing
me when you're the 8th Empress, I'd like you to stop. Because it's not fun."

Eve smiled quietly. The playfulness kicked in.

"Thank you for looking at me as Rosenite. I guess I'm the best smile in the
Empire now, suspicious of impersonation."

"Sorry, this is a joke. I'll get mad if I go out and see Rosie in person later.
What kind of confidence did you have to say that?"

"No, now...…

Michael held his forehead with his dry hands as if he had a headache.

He was overwhelmed by Eve's seriousness and jokes, but only after a long
time did he accept the reality.

It's so cute.
When Michael lowered his forehead hand, the chain of handcuffs made a
loud noise.

He showed his face again and made eye contact with Eve.

Purple eyes were serious enough to make me think of playing pranks.

Eve felt a lot in his last life, but he had the power to lead the atmosphere.

Michael opened his mouth.

A pleasant voice came out like the sound of a stringed instrument.

"I'm sure the 7th Empress refuses to choose between her immediate knights.

The direct article system is a representative evil of the imperial family.

But if you're right in front of me now, have I ever been wrong about you?"

"It's not wrong. It's true. It was."

"But why?"

"I need a direct driver to establish myself as an empress.”

"So you're going to choose me? Your taste is unique.”

Michael was a little disappointed.

It was deeply regrettable that the rumored 7th Empress had become the same
as any other royal family who conformed to the imperial tradition.

Michael judged Eve to be no different from other pervs and arrogant royal
families, and there was no reason to hide his ridicule.

He tilted his head crookedly and sarcastically, full of regret for the imperial
family.
"You've heard that I'm not like a normal homunculus. I have no loyalty to the
imperial family and, as you can see, I am not a obedient person. If you were a
slave, wouldn't you rather find another submissive homunculus?"

"I'm not here to get slaves. Michael, I'm here to get you."

"Stop playing with words. Doesn't it mean that slaves aren't slaves? Don't
pretend not to be a slave to your knight. Ha, after all, the 7th Empress was the
same. There's nothing to look forward to."

Michael rarely showed his emotions by making facial expressions.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

14th episode

I was more disappointed than I thought with the first empress I met.

Then when did you expect to be disappointed?

Michael was confused.

Meanwhile, Eve wasn't exactly comfortable seeing the glimmer of

disappointment in Michael's eyes. She explained quickly.

"I understand your distrust of me, a member of the imperial family. But
believe me. I didn't come here because I needed a direct driver to be as
reckless as any other royal family has been."

"Then I came here because I needed something."

"Michael, I need you. With great desperation. And to be exact, I don't need a
direct driver who isn't you.”

"••••••What?"

"Only you, Michaelis Agnito, need it.”

The sincerity Eve has encountered over and over again has now reached
Michael a little.

"Why would you choose me as your direct article?”

"The reason is a serious secret, so I can't tell you right now here. But I'll tell
you when it becomes my article.”

"So what can you tell me now?"

"To me, Michael, you are an important person, and I will respect you as a
knight to the extent that I can.

Especially, I will never do anything to force you to do a humiliating task or

role by exercising my imprint. I promise with my name and honor."

"That's a promise of no words."

Eve could not refute Michael's sneering reply.

Michael's remark that Eve's verbal promises were not binding was true.

There is a way to sign a contract with magical power, but it is destroyed as

soon as it is imprinted.

Because imprinting is an absolute contract magic that precedes anything, and

at the same time, it is the best unfair contract that imposes absurd and
unreasonable positions on the person being identified.

As such, it was even stranger for Michael to believe Eve's words innocently.

Eve spoke with drooping shoulders because it was inevitable.

"I'm sorry. I'm asking you to believe me.

There's nothing I can do but.”

"I guess so……

Michael replied with a view that he didn't expect much.

Eve grew more nervous. Then Michael asked something else.

"But the 7th Empress. Doesn't my doctor matter to you anyway?"

"The imprint is like a tattoo you guys have on us unilaterally. If I refuse, as

long as your power is outstanding, there will be no problem in submitting
me."

"No, I'll ask your permission first. If you don't, you'll be forced to do it.”

"That's an amazing thing to say in many ways."

"What?"

"It's amazing how you speak as if you're thinking of my intentions, but it's
even more amazing to speak as if it's not a problem to imprint me with my
acceptance.”

"Ah."

Eve only realized the nuance contained in her words.

"You must be confident. Can you imprint on me that even the Emperor
couldn't obey?"

Michael pulled the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.

It was a confusing laugh whether it was challenging or provocative.

Eve confessed her innermost thoughts carefully.

"Michael, I think it's possible if you don't reject it with all your might.”

It was a voice without a shred of arrogance.

In fact, Eve's natural alchemy talent and dominance were unique among the
royal family.
Eve, moreover, had returned with the achievements of her past life.

Eve's bid for Michael was never just about luck and effort.

"That's great. I don't know if you can really imprint on me.”

Michael truly admired Eve's confidence.

At that time, Eve hurriedly added as if she had remembered something late.

"Please don't twist it. It's not because I calculated that I should get
permission in advance because I'm afraid you'll reject it. I don't like it, but I
don't want to force it. Seriously."

"Yes, I understand."

"You sure you didn't know, did you?"

"Nevertheless."

"Phew, you're not as twisted as I thought. That's a relief."

"What……

Michael's expression when he heard a sound that he didn't know whether it

was a curse or a compliment became mysterious.

Eve looked the other way and grabbed the hem of the dress.

And as I asked for a dance in the ballroom, I said with courtesy.

"Please, be my direct knight, Michael."

Michael just looked at Eve. Purple eyes seemed to be grasping something.

Only after a long silence did Viroso Michael spit out a word.

"I hate the Imperial family."

As soon as I put the word imperial family in my mouth, Michael's purple
eyes reminded me of life.

Eve, who had received the gaze without being prepared in advance,
swallowed her breath loudly.

Michael, who saw it, glanced his eyes.

Michael cared about Eve in his own way, and this behavior confused
Michael himself.

This is because the attitude of being soft in the face of the hated and hated
royal family was not like himself.

"What's wrong with me?"

Michael deliberately opened his mouth in a cooler tone to hide his stinking
mood.

"Hwangnyeo, no matter how different you are from the others, you are an
imperial family after all. For me, you are the same.”

"……I know.”

Eve's voice answering was slightly filled.

It was a little different from what I only knew with my head and what I heard
in personally.

Michael's words went on and on.

"No matter how magical the imprint is, it doesn't completely control the
emotion. And yet, you are bound by the object you hate and offer your
heartless loyalty and devotion, do you know what an absurd relationship this
is?"

"I know it's too much to ask you for loyalty or devotion. I won't force you to
be emotional. You just have to fulfill the minimum duty while filling the
position of my immediate driver. I don't want anything more than that.
Promise."

"All I have to do is fill my seat? I don't know why you, your majesty, are
stepping back like this against Homunclus.”

Eve had nothing to say to Michael for now.

The fact that Michael will soon awaken as the king of Homunclus, who will
exercise control over all Homunclus, and that Eve/ is thinking of succeeding
to the throne as his second life goal.

It was too early to bare all this.

Eve only smiled awkwardly bitter.

Michael didn't seem to want to let it slide until he heard or found a

convincing answer.

He continued to make a hypothesis concurrent with questioning.

"It's normal for you to be reluctant to have a disquieting homoon clouse who
hates the royal family as your own knight. And yet, given the fact that you're
willing to choose me as your direct article, is that the way you are?"

"Huh, that kind of thing.

"Why isn't there. I feel pleasure when I conquer my rebellious opponent.

"Hey, I'm not a pervert."

"Aren't you?"

"Yeah!"

Despite Eve's determined denial, Michael easily looked suspicious.

There were a lot of people in the imperial family who had perverse tastes
and hobbies.
Even if the misunderstanding deepened, it could not be helped because it ran
in the family.

Eve said with a sigh.

"Michael, I'll give you all the explanations you can accept later."

"After you became a direct driver?"

"Yes, so please be my direct knight."

This time Eve, instead of giving a courteous example, held out one hand as
affectionately as a friend did.

Michael stared at Eve's hand for a long time.

The white hands looked very warm and soft as if they were wearing warm
and soft.

Inside the cave filled with darkness, it also seemed like light was shining on
Eve.

For that reason, Michael felt an urge to hold Eve's hand.

Michael's eyes were half enchanted.

When he felt an unexpected thirst and swallowed dry saliva with his throat,
Michael was startled by the rebound in his Adam's apple.

"No, she's a royal family. Wake up.'

I tried not to be fooled by the figure of the Savior.

It was time for such a fierce conflict in Michael's mind.

Eve's next remark ended his conflict.

"Come out of here with me, Michael."

Ilsoon Michael's breathing stopped.

Michael remained motionless for a long time, as if by magic of stopping time.

He was just looking at Eve's hand sticking out in front of him.

"□] Gael?"

It was when Eve called him in wonder.

Michael distorted his handsome face.

"Serving the Imperial Family...… I don't want to do it at all."

"But

"Being your direct knight is the only way I can get out of here…"…

Michael raised his head and looked up at Eve. And squeezed out a painful
voice.

"I want to go out. It's good to be shackled with imprints. Get me out of here."

Three years in a public prison.

Michael's spirit was impoverished by loneliness rather than hatred or anger

at the imperial family.

His desire to go out and see the world was desperate.

Michael's hands on the floor were shaking.

It was a pathetic hand that seemed to have scratched the cold iron floor with
his fingernails several times.

Eve no longer waited for Michael to hold her hand.

Lowering his posture, keeping an eye on him, he held himself as if he were

wrapping Michael's hand first.
"Yes, let's go."

Warm warmth flowed out of his wrapped hands with a mild white color and
permeated Michael.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 15

It was the first warmth Michael experienced in his life.

He felt it was like a soft embrace all over his body.

It was the first time, and Michael muttered, feeling a little dour.

"Your hands...…it's really warm."

"Oh, this is thermal magic."

"It's cold. Shall we turn up the heat?"

"••••••That's enough.

Michael was disappointed and felt slightly betrayed.

However, when Eve let go, eyes followed Eve's hand for a long time.

"Then I'll start the ceremony."

"Do we do it right here?"

"Yeah. I'm a great alchemist, so I don't need much preparation."

"I see."

"Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't do it as splendidly as the other articles.”

"No. I hate being a spectacle."

Imprinting was a combination of magic and alchemy.

It was an alchemy ritual because it was a magic contract to engrave an
absolute host relationship into the soul, and because the subject was not
biologically human but homunculus, the creation of alchemy.

In particular, alchemy accounted for a high proportion.

When it comes to alchemy, the basic work that cannot be missed was
drawing soft lines.

Eve took a little ink out of her arms.

He drew a gin on the bottom of his left hand with red magic ink made from
grinding the upper floor.

The delicate gin was quickly completed.

"Michael, hands."

At first glance, it seemed like a puppy, but understood Eve's intentions,

Michael held out his right hand without saying anything.

Eve had her palms overlapped with his.

The soft resin I drew was copied like a stamp. I didn't take my hands off and
put my fingers on it.

"And the other hand."

I became a face-to-face position with both hands together. Eve grinned at the
awkward Michael.

As long as he was ready for the ceremony, Michael had to confess to Eve not
too late.

He sneaked down and said.

"I'm telling you in advance, my mental cooperation won't help. It was not my
will to refuse the Emperor's oath of allegiance."
"Ah, I see."

Eve was calm, but Michael's side was more concerned.

"You're not even an adult yet. Can you really be confident that you have
greater control than the Emperor?"

"Well, I don't know about that.”

"If you're not confident, you'd better back off now. It'll be hard to hold your
life if you go too far and bounce back.

Eve glistened her eyes at Michael, who blurs bitterly.

"Are you worried? I never imagined it. Thank you."

"Moo, what! What are you worried about!"

Of course it was unacceptable to Michael's pride.

He denied vigorously.

"Aren't you worried?”

"Of course, I can't worry about you, my royal family. Don't be ridiculous."

"I see. Then you must have had a habit of talking like you're worried.”

"What?"

Michael quizzically asked back, but Eve evaded clarification.

She just happened to have a good excuse to change the subject.

"Come on, I'm really going to get started.

"Okay."

Eve closed her eyes and concentrated.

"Royal Imprint."

As I memorized the starter, a light gust of wind swept around Eve and
Michael.

It was a reactionary wind.

"It's not going to be easy.’

Indeed, the resistance was formidable, just like the Homunclus, which was
not surrendered even by the emperor's dominance.

It was Michael himself who was most embarrassed by the irrespective

rejection.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay."

Eve was more focused.

As sweat formed on her forehead, the whirlwind with Eve and Michael at the
core became rough.

Soon the public prison began to rattle and shake violently.

It became difficult to balance my body.

Michael tried to dissuade Eve when the situation seemed to be serious.

"You'd better quit, too. It will certainly rebound at this rate. Then you're in
danger."

"Shh, I'm concentrating.”

"I'm telling you not to focus. Stop right now."

"Don't say that, just cheer for me."

"How am I supposed to wait and see when I'm doing something reckless in
front of my eyes."

"Even if it's okay, I've prepared a spleen.”

"A means of spleen.

It was just then.

Eve's elaborate head was rumbling today.

Scallion!

One of the pomegranate-colored jewel hairpins gave off a bright light like
hot iron and broke into pieces.

Jewelry dust scattered everywhere and touched Michael's cheek.

Michael instinctively recognized its identity through the skin.

"Majeongseok?"

"Exactly an amplifying alchemist."

It refers to an artifact that maximizes the results of alchemy by working on an

effect amplifying soft resin in the cornerstone.

It was strictly prohibited from being used in the Empire, which can only be
produced by a wise alchemist.

This was because the amplification effect imitated the function of the stone of
the wise, the symbol of the emperor.

Artifacts with highly concentrated alchemy integers and prohibited

distribution and use.

Naturally, its scarcity and value were extremely high.

"Is that all you got in your hair?"

«0W

Hm.

"Oh, my God."

It wasn't too much for Michael to be appalled.

Who would have imagined that the 7th Emperor of Heaven would have
smuggled dozens of banned wise artifacts into the Homunclus training center
disguised as dozens of hairpins.

No one would wonder how Eve got hold of the amplified alchemist.

Eve read Michael's eyes and gave him an answer first.

"My mom's belongings."

"Ah."

Michael was only able to recall it.

Eve's mother is not a member of the Imperial Alchemy Association, but is not
well known, and she was a great alchemist comparable to the level of a wise
man.

Scallion!

Another butterfly-shaped jewel hairpin that was decorating Eve's lime

blonde was broken.

When it was broken, it was followed by another one 7} times as a ritual

offering.

It didn't take long for the decoration that was put in close to 20 pieces to be
halved.

"Are you out of your mind?"

The source of the precious artifacts was clearly revealed, but Michael's
shock did not die down.

Alchemy by nature doesn't eat much of Manna.

That's why the diamond is so valuable that it can be used semi-permanently,

because now Eve was pushing ahead with the imprinting ceremony, even
consuming it as a one-time.

"No need to be so surprised. Capital is the basis of the art of pensions."

It was the first common sense to learn alchemy that talent can be covered
with materials.

Therefore, it was the virtue of an alchemist to make bold decisions when

using materials.

An ordinary royal family could not have paid this price to get a homoon clus.

Eve, though, didn't seem at all to be a waste.

"You're determined to get me.”

"Of course."

"Is it really worth it to me?"

"The value of Michaelis Agneto is enormous."

The high evaluation was Eve's sincerity and a fact proved by her last life.

The Hadelamid Empire was a country that exploited Homunculus to build a

rock, and the emperor was highly demanded to have control over
Homunculus.

Therefore, if Michael, the king of Homunculus, was obtained, he would be

the absolute heir to the throne.

As Eve, the heir of the throne, had no choice but to burn her will.
"I must have you."

It was only when there were only three alchemist hairpins left.

White light burst out and soft resin, which had been painted on Eve and
Michael's palms, was absorbed into the body.

"Does it work?"

When Eve was puzzled, something unexpected happened.

A huge shock wave burst around Eve and Michael, enough to make the heart
pound directly.

It was different from the gusts that have been blowing around.

It was too much of an explosion.

"Gasp."

A public prison was like a fragile cage hanging from a chain.

The public prison tilted steeply like a ferry that met a tidal wave due to a
shock that had never been before.

In the wind Eve lost control of Michael's hand.

Eve's reflex, once teased as a room wise man, was disastrous.

She chose to just close her eyes in times of crisis rather than put protective
boundaries around her.

That was when Eve's body was about to slide to one side of the cage and hit
it painfully.

A hard arm wrapped around her waist.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 16

Eve carefully raised her eyelids as she could not feel a dull sensation
anywhere in her body even after waiting for a long time.

I met Michael's purple eyes in the middle of nowhere.

To his surprise, he held himself firmly in one arm. The other hand held on to
the bars to hold out in the tilting prison.

"Huh? Hands?"

Michael's hands, bound by chain handcuffs, were free.

The handcuffs also served as mana circuit restraints, which seemed to have
been broken by the reaction of the imprint.

Therefore, Michael's hair quickly turned black when the blocked mana
became popular.

Cute.

The cage that leaned to one side began to move to the other side like a swing.

For Eve's safety, Michael hugged Eve with his back to the bars as if to
protect her.

Under the protection of Michael, who acted naturally as if it were too

natural, Eve unknowingly blushed the tip of her ears slightly.
I've never done anything like this before!’

It was not until the public prison stopped completely in its original position
that Michael loosened his arms around Eve.

Eve quickly escaped Michael's arms.

Michael didn't seem to be very impressed.

Before I knew it, Michael, who had completely black hair, spoke casually
and calmly.

"It looks like it's been successful.”

"Really?"

The dizzying touch of the moment flew neatly out of my head.

Eve glowed at Michael, who calmly stated the basis for judging his success.

"I feel weird."

"How strange is that?”

"My body moves on its own. "When you recognize a situation where you are
likely to get hurt, your body seems to react first without your head having
time to judge."

It was a general response to the imprinted direct article.

Michael's confession proved, above all, that the imprinting ceremony was
successful.

Michael seemed awkward in his duty to prioritize his will.

I asked Eve with a confused face.

"I'm like this, but don't you care?"

"Ugh. I don't think I have much of that.”

Eve replied with a hint of sorry.

The imprint had a significant impact on the person who was exposed, and the
person who was imprinted had a characteristic that did not feel much.

Michael continued in an indifferent manner as if he knew he would.

"As expected, I will pay attention to you unilaterally only from my side.

The imprint is the most unfair contract. I have to retract the reference to the
immediate article as a slave. It's more than a slave, never less. I can't believe
I have to worry that my owner might get hurt.”

"Master, is that me?”

"Why do you ask of course?"

Eve looked at Michael for a moment with emotion-soaked eyes.

"I really got Michaelis Agnito as a direct article.’

I laid the foundation for my new life. In other words, the possibility of
treason was primarily prevented.

'Mom, I did it...…!’

Of course, this joy should go back to her, as she achieved success with the
talent and capital she inherited from her mother.

It wasn't long before Eve felt a sense of de-escalation as soon as the tension
was relieved.

His legs were not strained because he had poor physical strength and
scratched to the bottom to make the imprinting ceremony successful.

She slumped to the floor.

Michael approached Eve in great bewilderment.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I'm tired."

"Tired? Was there anything you could possibly be tired of course.

"It takes more energy than you think.

This time, I even poured out all my mana."

"Ah, come to think of it, I've heard that humans are weaker than homunclus.
I'll refer to it."

Michael spoke without malice and reached out for Eve.

It was like a reply to the hand he stretched out before he held a ceremony.
Eve grinned and held the hand.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Agnito."

"Well, first of all, me too.

From a distance, a disk wing carrying Baron Erca June and Cedela was seen
approaching.

It's time to show Michael the world.

Eve was called upon by Desmond II upon his return to the Imperial Palace.

Michael and Cedela were sent to their homes first and entered the office
alone on Eve.

"Yes, you did?"

"Yes, my father."

"Hmm."
The groans that Desmond II smoothed at the tip of his chin were significant.
Eve was on her toes.

Imprinting Michael was open to interpretation as a challenge to the emperor's

authority.

Desmond II gave Eve permission to try it out, but when he saw Eve who
really succeeded in imprinting and returned, he might have felt upset.

It was time for Eve to be nervous, wondering if Desmond II was trying to

find fault and punish him.

Fortunately, Desmond II was not so petty.

Desmond II, who cleared the papers and made eye contact with Eve, praised
the ball.

"Yes, you did. Eve, of course, you are Jim's daughter. I am very proud and
proud of you. As a result, the imperial disgrace was washed away. Jim is
very happy."

"Now that you mention it, I'm not sure."

Eve breathed a sigh of relief from the inside, condescending.

Then Desmond II asked.

"But where's the knight you've imprinted and you've come alone? If you're
waiting outside, listen."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I couldn't bring myself to enter the war because I looked ugly
because I was left in prison for a long time. If you give me a day, I'll clean
up."

"I always wanted to see with Jim's eyes. Anyway, it's good. Yes, sir.

"Thank you for your permission. I'll make tea until then to help relieve
headaches."
Desmond II asked again, staring at the documents.

"Hurry up and come back. It's only imprinted on you, Eve. He's a monster.

Especially dangerously, Homun Klusni, and Jim, we must make sure that we
do not harm all the royal families, and that we must make them swear
allegiance."

It was an indifferent voice, but it was a heavy order.

In fact, the reason Eve delayed showing Michael to Desmond II was because
of the loyalty oath ceremony.

Eve had succeeded in imprinting and had pressed down Michael's resistance,
so the sub-level of...

There will be little problem with the ceremony of the oath of allegiance,
which can be called a ceremony.

However, I could not guarantee that Michael, who has a great antipathy to the
imperial family, would remain obedient when he was greeted by the emperor
and forced to take an oath of loyalty.

Compared to Michael, who has been through a rough patch in his past life
and has mastered emotional control, Michael now seems to have hidden his
rebellious side in a cool, rational shell.

Buying time to the audience was the least safe bet.

Eve bowed her head politely.

"Yes, Dad. As soon as possible, we'll prepare for the ceremony so that it
doesn't interfere."

"You've become such an empress, Eve, to follow the procedure so well."

"I'll continue to show you nothing to be ashamed of as your daughter."

"Yes, of course. I believe."

Smiling with satisfaction, Desmond II touched the bell on the desk.

A brilliant echo called out the chief of staff waiting outside the office.

He brought a box decorated like a jewel box and opened it before Eve's
eyes.

It was gold coins that filled the inside. It was comparable to the annual
budget of a decent adult mule.

"It's a burden award to commemorate the appointment of a direct driver."

"Oh, my God. Are you giving me all of this?”

"Of course, I don't think I'll give it to you. What do you see as the Emperor's
deployment?"

"Wow."

The existence of incentives was a new world for Eve, who had always been
paid basic money in her last life.

Eve forgot that she was in front of the emperor and admired him aloud.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hands, realizing his disrespect, but
Desmond II laughed as if he liked the naive look.

Eve couldn't take her eyes off the gold coins.

'How much is it all.’

Eve was called the wise man in every corner of the room, but she didn't have
a bad sense of money.

On the contrary, it was nice to say that I was sensitive. This is because it cost
a lot of money to study her major, alchemy.

I don't know how much trouble it was to split the basic budget and raise
money for research activities.
"I need to make some money. You're gonna need money to socialize.’

Eve added one more thing to do.

Desmond II seemed to have something to do with measuring the timing to say

he would slowly go back.

"Yves, is it true that there's only one maid in your home?"

"Yes, the Count of Arpel's Sedella has been in charge of my household for a
long time."

"Tshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshs
hsh shshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshsh Well, I said
everything when I saw something I couldn't see even now. I will tell the
Third Empress to send two maids and a servant."

It was certainly necessary to increase the number of hands.

In addition, the third empress had no children, so she maintained a neutral

position politically and had a fair personality, so her personality was
reliable.

"I'm just amazed at your care."

"Oh, you look tired from a big ceremony. Go back and rest.”

"Then I'll walk away, Dad."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 17

Eve was handed a gold box directly because there was no one with him.

The heavyness of the box was lovely as weight was value, but lightweight
fire magic was put on for the well-being of precious arm muscles.
Eve walked diligently and walked back to her residence in the eastern star
palace.

"I'm back."

"Welcome, Your Highness!"

Due to the structure of the room, it was the drawing room that was visible as
soon as the door was opened.

Behind the partition that separated the space, Sedella greeted with a pouting
upper body.

"It's almost over, Your Grace. Please wait a little bit."

"Yes, take your time."

Instead of going to the bedroom, I sat in front of a table for entertainment. I

felt sleepy while waiting.

It took a lot of physical strength to go back and forth to the main palace, ride
a warp to a training center, and even hold an imprint ceremony. Eve dozed
off unknowingly.

"All done, Your Grace!"

A cheerful voice woke Eve up.

Eve quickly straightened up, looked up and looked ahead.

Sedella's straight waist for stretching looked very satisfied and proud.

Sedella looked back inside the partition and said.

"Come out, Lord Agnito."

Michael appeared as he strode out of the partitioned Michael appeared.

He had been groomed by Sedella's wonderful touch.

There was no more homunclus like a flying beast trapped in a cage.

His hair was neatly trimmed and he wore a tight-fitting knight's uniform.

The design and line were simply art because the direct driver's uniform,
which was highlighted in gold on a burgundy red background, was made in
pursuit of decorative rather than practicality.

Michael, who seemed to be the god of Namshin, wore such a uniform, so

there was nothing more to say.

No, I couldn't speak.

'Gasp

Eve, who saw the transformed Michael, almost swallowed her breath aloud.

Sedella deserved to be proud. Michael, who showed up on the stage before

Eve's eyes, was right.

I couldn't help but admire Michael in front of me in my last life.

'That's why the high-eyed Rosie fell right over. She never complimented me
for being pretty except for the person in the mirror. I understand, Rosie!"

It was a beauty that was harmful to the heart.

As soon as I saw that look, I was proud of myself for not falling in love.

As a wise man, he is less attracted to the metaphysical beauty.

Michael, who thought it was a statue at the time, opened his mouth.

"Why do you look at me like that? Is it weird?"

"Oh, no, not at all."

It was a little harsh when the middle and low notes, such as the sound of a
stringed instrument, rang and carried out an audio-visual attack with beauty.
There was also a lack of performance.

"Can I go over there?"

"Yes. Come sit down."

Michael approached the table and sat opposite Eve.

The scent of white tea spread from him because it had not been long since he
started.

The sweet yet refreshing scent tickled Eve's nose and mind at the same time.
As Eve, it was an insensitive sensation.

Let's calm down.

I could find the face only after taking a deep breath secretly.

Eve returned to her usual form and spoke to Michael socially.

"You look good in a uniform. It's a flaw that there's no sword. I'm sorry I
couldn't prepare the sword in advance because I was in a hurry for the
ceremony. I'll make sure you get a good one later, so tell me if there's any
type and form you want."

It was thanks to the prize money received from Desmond II that he was able
to boast.

"I don't know what to do right now, by the way. I can't walk around empty-
handed."

"We can report the registration of articles to the Imperial Guard and request a
long-sord for basic payment. Originally, not only uniforms but also swords
are given, but the immediate knights think they don't use long words for
payment, so they've left them out as they please."

The imperial family, who thought of their direct articles as decorations,

competitively decorated their direct articles.
Of course, there was no way to play a cheap sword that undermined dignity
like a basic longword.

Eve tried to look sorry again, but Michael quickly added.

"I didn't tell you to pay attention. I'm just explaining the facts.”

"But I know very well.

As if you've lived at the palace."

"That's what I've been taught to do while I'm at the training center. The
entrance was confirmed because I was rated first. That's why I had to learn
all the royal court manners, the knowledge needed to live in the palace, and
how to serve the royal family."

Michael struck a note of cynicism as he spoke his last words.

This is because the item "How to serve the Imperial Family" he mentioned
included a naked wait in bed at night.

Eve couldn't answer, so she just smiled awkwardly and said.

"Oh, come on, let's have tea and talk."

The topic was not good just now, but Eve was fortunate that Michael did not
show much resistance to the conversation itself.

I decided to make a full-fledged social gathering.

Eve wanted to be close to Michael. No, I had to get close.

It is foolish to treat Michael as a fish caught because he succeeded in making

him a direct knight.

The imprint was only a stopgap. In up to two years he will awaken as King
of Homunclus, and Michael's mighty power overcomes the imprint.
Not only is the immunity to control greater than it is now, but it is possible to
deceive control according to one's mind.

Michael of his last life was able to leave public prison two years later thanks
to this camouflage.

He temporarily deceived control, made a false pledge of allegiance to

Desmond II, and pretended to be imprinted by Rosenit, who had no alchemy
talent.

No one suspected Michael at the time.

Michael silently performed all the humiliating actions and duties Desmond II
ordered him to test his loyalty, and acted only for Rosenite as if he were
showing a sample of perfect direct knights.

Desmond II and Rosenite were completely fooled by Michael's performance.

Eve didn't mean not to be like that.

If Michael, who awoke, was determined to rebel, there was no way to stop
her way to stop it.

Therefore, it was important not to rely on imprints with time limits, but to
build good relationships in the long run from now on.

Partner, that's the ideal relationship.

Around that time, Sedella immediately appeared and prepared to serve as a

competent exclusive maid.

"Which tea should I get for you?"

"I'll do it, Sedella."

Eve intended to show sincerity.

Sedella was surprised for a moment, but soon followed orders.

Eve's Tibblending workbench was taken from bedroom to drawing room by
Cedela's hand.

"Sit back, Michael."

Eve commanded and stood alone in front of the workstation.

I tarnished my past life's memories to choose a car that suits Michael's taste.

Sadly, I've never had a private tea time with him.

Eve was an ironclad, heterosexual empress who was alienated from society,
and Michael was a direct knight serving the Empire's white roses.

It was rather strange if we exchanged often enough to have tea time together.

'Oh, we've had tea together only once.’

It was the day Eve had tea time outside because the weather was nice. I
happened to bump into Michael, who was walking across the garden.

After exchanging awkward greetings, Eve unexpectedly offered Michael a

car.

"I was just saying it out of courtesy, but I didn't think you'd really drink it. I
told Rosie I had to go quickly, so I drank a lot and left.

Eve recounted the conversation in her memory to recall what tea she had
served.

I don't know if it'll suit Lord Agneto's taste. How is it?

Michael was elegant and charming even when he was drinking tea.

He swallowed a sip of tea water in a kiss-like gesture and replied.

I like the scent and color. Especially the color looks like your eyes.
Eve, who became the target, was bound to feel dizzy when she kissed her
lips as if comparing tea water to her eyes.

No, actually, just looking at it was Michaelis Agneto.

Are you feeling any discomfort, Your Grace?

Yes, you are. ……oh, no.

-…… Then I'll go to the 8th Empress. Have a peaceful time.

That's where the most shuddering memory ended. Through this, Eve got
information about the car.

'If it's the color of my eyes, it's likely oolong tea.’

Unfortunately, none of the oolong tea made felt right.

I took out the recipe and started a new tibling Michael was amazed to see the
material being taken out and weighed.

"What is it? Alchemy?"

"No, we're making tea."

I made oolong tea with an aromatic scent.

Eve then took out her favorite ceramic tea set and poured tea into the hot
water.

He sat down and continued the conversation during the waiting time, turning
the hourglass upside down.

"It's too late to ask. How do you feel about being in the world, Michael?"

"Well……

Michael turned out of the window, buying time to answer.

The view of the parlor was not bad, so a light green lawn garden was seen
through the dense trees.

Michael opened his mouth as if he had found a suitable answer.

"There are so many similarities to your hair color."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 18

"……my hair isn't green. Lime Blonde. Blonde."

This morning, too, the hairy, leafy, hairy Live, which existed to show off a
rose called Rosenit, reacted furiously.

Michael, who doesn't know Eve's innermost thoughts, didn't seem to notice
that what he said a while ago was a protest.

I knew it as if I had heard the explanation," he nodded unselfishly.

And I continued to talk behind my back.

"It's so beautiful.”

The words in an indifferent tone were unexpected.

Eve felt a little taken aback by surprise.

I was confused because there was no subject.

Eve wanted to come forward and clarify the meaning to prevent

misunderstanding.

"You mean the Imperial Garden? There are 25 gardens combined with the
main palace and the star palace, so it would be good to look around one by
one."
"I'm looking forward to that. And the beautiful thing isn't just the garden. So
is your head."

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you? That's what I have to say."

It's okay to say that Michael of these days was surprisingly honest.

The problem was something else. Eve knew it was a suicide bombing, but
she couldn't help but point it out.

"Michael, you don't like the royal family, do you?”

"I don'

It was a near-conditional, immediate answer. It was clear that he answered

right away without even thinking.

Eve pointed out.

"I'm an Imperial.”

Michael's eyes were fine but slightly bigger and smaller.

It was as if I had just remembered what I had forgotten.

"……I hate it when I think about it. Why did I say that?"

Michael's eyes changed a little while watching Eve.

It's not like the eyes of a bug, but it's like the eyes of an insect that I don't like
flying around.

Other times I would have been slightly hurt, but Eve was more important
now.

"You don't want to think about it? It doesn't matter if you don't think about it?"
Michael replied after a time of serious self-reflection.

"If you are not conscious, there will be no ill will toward you. Maybe it was
influenced by the imprint."

"I think so."

"If that's what you think. It's a good thing, but I don't feel good because I'm
tired when I always have hatred for the person I've served as my master. I
feel like the imprint is controlling my emotions. Oh, is this how it changes
regardless of my will? I'm afraid I'll be truly loyal to the imperial family
without even realizing it."

"That will never happen. Don't worry."

It was a guarantee that only those who knew the future could make.

"I'm afraid to be loyal to the imperial family in front of the royal family, but
you who guarantee that it won't happen are also unique.”

"Is that so?"

"In fact, it's amazing that you're allowing me to be rude without using
honorifics. I knew that the attitude of the empress would change after the
imprint.”

Eve's lack of formality from Michael was intended.

Even so, he thought Michael would not open his heart to him if he became
formal from the way he spoke.

Eve tried to pass it off as a light joke, rather than create an awkward
atmosphere by making an awkward atmosphere.

"It's limited to Michael. 'Cause it's my direct article.'

"I think I've heard that some of the royal families have that taste."

Haha."
Ha Geuk-sang also seemed to be considered a taste because there were many
pervs in the family. Eve smiled awkwardly.

"Just do it when you're alone. I'm fine in front of Sedella."

"If you don't order respect, I will."

Michael lowered his eyes deeply.

The impact of the imprint I experienced a while ago on my unconsciousness

was quite shocking, so I thought about it again.

Soon Michael said to Eve.

"There's one thing I'd like to experiment with and I need your help. Will you
allow me?”

"What kind of experiment?"

"I want to see if I can embrace you to live."

"Uh, well, there's nothing you can't do. Instead, your spirit is not normal, so
I'm scared, so let's do it after we put some protective spell on the mental
system."

"Okay, thanks for your permission.”

Eve completed the spell in an instant and looked at Michael.

Her originally amber eyes proved her mind now protected by prismatic
colors as if they were jewels.

Michael lifted his eyes and looked down at Eve at once.

It was clear that Michael was gathering energy while Eve sang the magic
spell.

As soon as the eyes met, Michael's eyes became horribly sharp.

But that was all. Eve was not frightened.

On the contrary, I was just a little ashamed of the situation in which a

handsome man looked at himself without blinking with a piercing and intense
gaze.

It was not living, but temptation that penetrated the protective magic of the
mental system.

Michael soon caught his eye.

"As expected."

"Can't you?"

"Yes, now I feel like I can never do anything that harms you."

Eve wanted to applaud, but she held it.

Just in time, the last grain of sand on the timed sand clock fell.

Michael's glass was filled with tea water first. The light yellow liquid was
fluttering, giving off a scent.

"Wait a minute."

Eve decided to decorate with her favorite ingredients.

I took out a half-dried green apple flower bud.

Flamboyant and dainty-sized buds floated on the tea water, pleasing the eyes.

The instant teafood I could prepare was just cookies.

Eve sat down last, placing a plate of biscotti in the center.

"Sweetheart, drink now."

"……good car. Thank you, 7."

Michael's slurp of the car was like a picture.

Eve was also soaked with tea water in her mouth.

It was the first proper tea time in my life and in my life with him.

It was time to savor the tea enough. Michael opened his mouth.

"It just so turns out you had something to tell me."

"Ah, why do I have to make Michael my direct article?"

"Yes. Now that I'm your man, can I tell you something secret?"

"Yes, it is."

Eve picked up Biscotti and took a bite.

He chews and swallows Biscotti in front of Michael, waiting patiently, and

finally opens his mouth.

It was.

"To be a princess."

"What••••••?"

"Of course, the ultimate goal is the emperor."

"No, wait...…

"The goal is to liberate Homunculus.”

Eve's shocking declaration, which led to three consecutive hits, hardened

Michael.

There was silence in the parlor. Only the chirping sound of Eve biting off
Biscotti rang out.
A considerable amount of time has passed. Michael, who barely came to his
senses, asked.

"Jin……Sim?"

"Look into my eyes. Do you think I'm lying?”

"……Your eyes are alive.”

"That's right."

Eve wiped her fingertips with a napkin after eating all the biscotti.

With his hands crossed, he put his hands on the table and straightened his
waist to create a solemn posture.

It was a perfect posture to reveal her grand aspirations.

"I was upset by the imperial family, which called the abnormal system a
tradition, but seeing Bridgetain as the heir to the throne, I had no dream or
hope. I decided to step up and enact the Homunculus Act and stop
exploitation. The special law states that the creation of homunculus infants
every year, the closure of inhumanely operated training centers, and the
guarantee of rights as subjects to all homunculus. I'm still working on the
details, so if Michael has any comments, please don't hesitate to tell me."

Eve's expression was serious and her amber eyes sparkled.

I don't think Eve is joking at all, so Michael is more perturbed.

"Isn't that…… almost enough to turn the empire upside down?" The empire
has been making homoon clues for hundreds of years...…. No matter how
much you may be an empress, I think you are a traitor. No, even a traitor
wouldn't dream of that. You're going to do that now, 7th Empress?

Oh O"

Hm.
Eve agreed without any hesitation.

It wasn't just that.

If you have set a goal, it is natural to make a plan, he added about the future
schedule.

"At the latest, I want to be crowned as a crown daugher by the age of 20, and
I want to succeed to the throne by the age of 30. You have to work hard to do
that."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 19

"What••••••?"

"Of course, it's my story to work hard. I'm not going to make Michael do the
hard work. As I said before, Michael is enough to fill my position as a direct
knight."

"No, wait a minute. It's too much to tell such a great story at once. Give me
some time to organize my thoughts. I can't keep up with your pace."

Michael seemed to be losing his mind. He held onto his overloaded head and
let out a series of sighs.

In fact, Michael's sudden being dragged into the world was complicated and
unadjustable, but since he heard a huge story here, it was hard to use the
accident circuit not to be paralyzed.

Usually, they prepare their minds and reveal their aspirations, but the
empress in front of them had no such mercy.

No matter how much he said he would tell me the secret after the imprint
ceremony, and Michael asked me to tell him first, but I couldn't help but feel
that it was a little too much.

I wonder what you didn't say in prison.’

It was natural to avoid unfamiliar places because it was a declaration of
participation that would require extreme caution against those who overheard
and peeked.

And even considering Michael's personality, this was a good choice.

To be honest, I'm still half-confident with Eve's words, but Michael would
never have believed it if he had revealed his enormous aspirations in the first
place.

Rather, she would have used her aspirations as a basis for misunderstanding
that she was an authoritative and obstinate imperial family ahead of words,
and that the liberation of Homunclus would have served as an excuse to
despise the pretentious blandishments to coax slaves.

At that time, a man who had forgotten so far showed his presence.

"Hey, hey, hey...…

Cedela, who was arranging flowers from a vase in the corner during tea time,
was looking at Eve with a shocked face.

Sedella wanted to pretend to be a professional maid without eyes and ears,

but she just couldn't do it now.

"I, Your Highness Ivien Rose...…

"Yes, Sedella."

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt, are you sure?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Oh, my God...

Sedella covered her mouth with her hands.

For Eve, Sedella's reaction was also important, so she watched her swollen
light green eyes with a slight tremor.
Soon Sedella clenched her fists and shouted.

"Well, well, I'll work hard to protect you! It's not enough, but I'll do my best!"

"There's nothing Sedella lacks. It's like a maid's toy.”

Cedella was also the best solo maid for Eve.

I thought I should buy not only a town house but also an island with a top-
class villa.

Michael, who regained some composure, opened his mouth while Eve and
Sedella showed faith in each other.

"I understand that you suddenly broke the creed and decided to have a direct
article. To get into society and establish herself as an empress?"

"That's right."

"But isn't that enough for another homunculus? Why is it me?"

Michael did not overlook an important point.

Yves chose to explain because he could not divulge the heavens and spirits.

Fortunately, there was a reasonable word.

"I've imprinted on you, who also bounced off your father's dominance. This
proves that my power is enough to be mentioned as a candidate for the
throne."

"Ah, imprinting me was entirely political, is that it? Come to think of it, it's
pathetic that you didn't notice it beforehand.”

"No, you're saying that the empress who's been treated like a scoundrel is
suddenly going to be the crown daugly. There are a lot of people who can't
believe it even if you don't tell them.”

Eve grinned and gulped down the tea water.

'I'm glad Michael's reaction wasn't negative. This is enough for today.’

In Eve's view, Michael was a prudent man.

Sincerity was often proven over a long time rather than immediately on the
spot.

Yet Michael will not fully trust Eve's words, so he will need time to doubt
her, guard her, and judge himself.

Eve decided not to rush.

I was going to do my best and slowly win Michael's heart.

Eve became a solemn empress and asked Michael and Cedela.

"You know, it's top secret. Watch your language from the moment you both
leave this room. Even if everyone in the palace can guess, what I or my
people directly admit is completely different."

"Remember, Your Grace."

"Okay."

The answer was credible. Eve smiled and filled the empty glass.

"Well, let's talk about the future schedule.”

Enough has been said about aspirations. It was time to discuss the specific
future.

"I'll just say what's important, except for the little things. Tomorrow, Michael
will be accompanied by me by an audience of his father and a ceremony of
oath of allegiance."

"I hope the Emperor succeeds this time. You don't want to go to jail again.”

"There's nothing to worry about. Michael's immune system must be under

pressure now because I succeeded in imprinting. Michael only focuses on
showing his father a polite side. You should never act like you're in front of
me."

"I'll take your orders.

Michael, who answered back, seemed lost in thought for a moment. Soon he
said he didn't want to.

"Loyalty to the Emperor and his people...…. So I'm going to be a dog that
obeys not you but other royal families from tomorrow."

The oath of allegiance was also a ritual that took away the will of the
homunculus, so it was natural to be unpleasant.

Although loyalty oaths are not as thoroughly binding as imprints, they cannot
exercise their will to reject or rebel against those who bleed from the
Hadellamid.

It must obey unreasonable and humiliating orders, and even fail to respond to
life-threatening violence against the imperial family.

The only thing that can prevent this is the rejection of the imprint who has
greater control than the general imperial family. In other words, Eve's role
was crucial.

"As an empress, I will do my best to protect you."

"Trustworthy, Your Highness."

For a moment, Michael's mouth drew a soft curve.

It was a truly thrilling smile.

"Back to business, this week we just have to hand over the pledge of
allegiance, and the next big schedule is next week.”

"The sixteenth birthday of the Eighth Empress?"

"Yes, Rosie's birthday banquet.

It will be my first official event with Michael. I think you might have learned
how to practice at the training center, but let's check it out.

Sedella will help you."

"Okay, apparently it's your big day of social re-entry."

"That's right."

"I'll do my best as a direct engineer.

All."

"What do you mean. You just have to do as much as others do.”

Michael did not respond to Eve's laugh-mixed comments. He didn't seem to

have the slightest intention of doing it roughly.

"Is there no more schedule? Then I'd like to hear about your personal life."

"You'll need to work as a direct engineer. Sedella, can you write down my
schedule on paper?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Eve just happened to be in the nick of course.

He returned to eight years ago, so he couldn't remember what he had done

during this time.

It was a good opportunity to recognize life patterns.

"Write it down in as much detail as you can. When and with whom you take
classes, what lessons you take, when and with whom you usually have tea
time, regular or semi-regular activities, and where you go with people, etc.
And show me first. We have to go over it."

I was going to memorize it by heart.

"All done, Your Grace."

"Let's see……Huh? Not much? It's almost like a class schedule.

It was almost overshadowed that I was secretly preparing for memorization

magic. It was enough to memorize with the brain.

Eve was a little embarrassed and asked Sedella.

"Did I live indoors without meeting people like this? I think I've been pretty
busy."

"It's true you're busy. When you don't have classes or lessons, you focus on
alchemy research."

"But basically, the imperial palace was busy with the great and the great
events of the imperial family.

"Gu."

"Feelcham, or he didn't go."

As the conversation grew longer, only his lack of sociality became clearer.

"I've really turned around in the palace.

Eve just decided to turn the subject around here. She handed over the paper
Sedella had written to Michael and said.

"Michael, please let me know if there's anything I need to know or a fixed

schedule."

"It's my job to follow my master's every move."

"From what time to what time?"

"Basically, I accompany the royal family from when they wake up to sleep.
And if there's no one special, I know that sleep and meals have to be solved
in the building dedicated to the Knights of the North."

"Aha."

An exclusive maid like Cedella stays in the next room and almost lives with
the royal family.

However, the Knight Homunclus lives in a group with strict and thorough
management in the Imperial Guard quarters.

It was the same for the immediate knights because they belonged to the
Imperial Order.

Of course, direct drivers are exempt from roll call because they have to
comply with the personal orders of the imperial family.

In other words, it was an exemption in exchange for waiting for the royal
family to sleep.

Eve asked.

"Are there any private training sessions? There's a training ground near the
accommodation.”

"Ah, there you go ahead. I do need some training time. If you allow it, I can
do it during the day, or I have to take the time to do it at dawn or in the
evening. If that's not possible, there will be no improvement. It's all up to you
now."

"Yes, I'll do well."

"Thank you."

Michael lifted his right hand to the height of his gaze.

His eyes were on his wrist, which was also handcuffed and wearing a mana
circuit restraint.
"I think we should focus on magic and sword training for the time being.

He always wears mana circuit restraints when he is in a training camp, so he

is trained only in theory to deal with mana. We need hands-on training to
check the open mana circuit and stabilize the mana core."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 20

"That's really important."

Eve was also a mado walker, although she was a minor, not a major.

Eve immediately ended the tee time, as if for granted.

"Then go ahead and train and see you tomorrow."

"……see you tomorrow?"

"Yes. Why?"

I know Eve said something she couldn't say.

Nintendo Michael looked surprised. I didn't think it was a pity that the tea
time ended early.

Michael asked again if he wanted to confirm.

"Tomorrow will be fine? Today, go?"

"Yeah. It's basic to be early on the first day."

"Are you sure you're going to sing it in the evening?”

"Do you want me to sing?”

"No, it's not."

"Yes, you said you had to train."

Eve's intention to encourage academic enthusiasm was pure. Michael

murmured with a slightly dazed face.

"……I didn't expect you to let me go.”

"Huh?"

"No, it's not."

Michael swallowed a bitter smile.

On the day of the Gantaek ceremony, which was usually imprinted, it was a
bad and bitter imperial custom to ask Homun Klus to serve at night in the
name of "inspection."

Being a hotbed of depravity, Michael was preparing himself, thinking

inwardly that Eve might be just like any other imperial family.

But in the end, only his head was embarrassed.

"Then I'll leave you alone. Rest in peace, my empress."

"Yes, see you tomorrow."

Michael observed with his right arm around his chest as the knight's abridged
manner, and Eve waved without formality.

Cedela followed Michael out of the room as if to see him off.

As soon as she came out of the hallway, Cedela, who closed the door behind
her back, called Michael.

"Sir Agnito."

"What's going on?"

Sedella's look at Michael was gentle but not smiling.

With a neutral face, she calmly brought it up.

"It's extremely rare for you to serve tea yourself. I've only seen it three times
so far. Alchemy Master, Master of the Tower, the late Empress IV...…. They
are all people whom Her Majesty Ibien Rose admires or respects. But now
Lord Agnito is the fourth.”

"I just want you to know."

Sedella gave Michael that Eve's goodwill was by no means common.

Her condescension was effective, so Michael replied with a serious face.

"I see. I'll keep that in mind."

"Yes, I look forward to your kind cooperation."

Only then did Sedella smile at Michael.

The aftermath of the imprinting ceremony was exhausting.

Eve opened her eyes the next morning after a full day.

She awoke to drink Sedella's thickened earl grey tea.

"What about Michael?"

"I'm waiting in the parlor."

"Already? We'll have to hurry.”

I had a much simpler breakfast dressing than yesterday.

Today's dress was an urban design with grey and sky blue vertical stripes.

The hair was not braided but tied in half and fixed with a pearl pin.

After wearing light makeup and accessories, Eve went out to the drawing
room, which was directly connected to the bedroom.
"Hello, Michael. Good morning."

"Good morning, mister."

"How was everything yesterday?”

"There is nothing special to report."

"Yes, that's a relief."

Michael was wearing a long-sorded waistline.

It was said that it was a basic payment, but it seemed to care about dignity as
an imperial item.

It was as well off as his waistline wrapped in a tight uniform.

Eve went to the tibbling workbench and made a ton of lemon balm louibosti
yesterday, which did a great job in winning Desmond II's favour.

Eve urged Michael ahead of his departure for the main palace.

"Michael, you have to be polite in front of your father."

"I know."

"You have to be formal with me."

"Of course."

"Do you want to use honorifics for practice?"

"That's a lot to worry about. You don't trust me that much."

"Let's be cautious."

Michael followed Eve's lead, showing signs of concern for everything.

Soon Michael, with a serious face, knelt on the floor.

Michael's lips touched the back of Eve's left hand. Kyung-ae's kiss left a
strange touch on the skin.

As Eve glances slightly, Michael looks up at her with an air of superiority, as

if to treat his lord, whom he has served for about a decade.

"I will devote myself and my heart to you, Your Highness 7."

With the perfect posture and a handsome face added, it was like looking at a
living artwork.

Feeling heartbroken, Eve quickly decided to lift him up.

"Wake up, Lord Agnito."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Even the body-raising movements of Eve's hand gesture were as powerful as

those of sword art.

At the end of the practice, Michael asked again, complacently.

"Do you treat me with respect?"

"Yes, let's do that in an official meeting. I think it's one of the few things I can
do for Michael."

"……if you want to.”

The answer was pretending to be insensitive, but there was no way I hated
Eve, who cared about her in many ways.

Sedella, who checked the time around that time, said.

"Your Grace, you have to leave now.”

"Yes, I'll be back."

Eve went to the main palace with Michael.

He was called by the emperor shortly after waiting in a room guided by the
chief of staff.

"Welcome, Eve."

Desmond II greeted Eve and Michael in a stately atmosphere, seated in a

splendid chair decorated with gold and rubies.

"The 7th Empress, Ivien Rose, Chloe Hadelamid, meets the Empire's sun,
Father. Did you go to Gangnyeong?”

"Yeah. Hmm...…

Desmond II's gaze was embedded in Michael, who was setting an example
behind Eve's diagonal.

A review-like look at Michael up and down.

"He's more of a public prison monster."

"Yes, Dad. Michaelis Agnito."

"Yes, that was the reprehensible monster who refused Jim's blessing.”

Desmond II sounded rather angry. Eve spoke with caution.

"Relax your anger, Dad. It was not Lord Agnito's will to refuse the oath of
allegiance as far as I can tell."

"Then?"

"As expected, Sir Agneto's mana circuit was faulty. Lord Agnito's mana is
unrivaled among the homunculus. For a long time, restrictions on restraints
blocked the flow of mana, which seems to have twisted the mana circuit.

Due to the delicately designed homoon-clus, it couldn't have worked

properly if the mana circuit was twisted.”

"Oh, did you."

Eve made up a story that Desmond II would like to hear without changing a
single face color.

"I'm going to ask, Eve. How did you solve the problem?”

"When I arrived, the twisted part of the mana circuit was visible. Lord
Agnito's circuit became normal just by slightly popping the part that was
blocking like a bank. I was so lucky."

Desmond II's eyes overlooking Eve became heavy.

"Lucky?"

There was a lot of doubt in the words that were asked back as if to listen.
Eve was on her toes.

"The creation of Homunculus is the emperor's exclusive right. In other

words, Obama is the man who knows the best about Homunculus. Does it not
work if I make a proper sound?’

It was time for a cold sweat on the back of my neck. Desmond II lifted the
mood with a smirk.

"Yves, what are you afraid of?"

"What?"

"Why do you stir it so much that you show your superior control? And are
you afraid of the crown?"

"•••••Yes?"

Eve could understand Desmond II's words only after blinking amber eyes
three times.

"No, Dad. I can't believe you interpreted it in such an advantageous way.

It was time for quick action. Eve said with a solemn look on her face.
"It would be deceptive to say no. My father's seat is too high, too far and too
dazzling for me. My feelings are not only simple fear, but also awe, including
respect. How can I lower myself in front of my father and not save myself?"

"Ha, I didn't know Jim's seventh daughter was so eloquent."

Desmond II seemed to be very pleased.

Eve's eyes, which were completely different from those she had in her last
life, felt a bit of a quaint.

"That's enough. As a member of the imperial family, I'm proud to have started
to behave properly, but I'm not going to ask you to do more suddenly."

"Thank you, Dad."

"Good job imprinting the monster in public prison. It looks pretty good to
have a monster in uniform like this. How nice to see you clean and obedient."

It was unpleasant to hear disparaging words of monster.

Eve leaned on the love that began to pour into her and decided to make a
brave statement.

"With all due respect, Michaelis Agnito has been my immediate knight since
yesterday, so I think you should call him Lord Agnito."

"Hahaha, yeah, Eve, you're right. But there's a process that needs to be done
before you can be recognized as a true knight. Don't you think so?

Right now, it was an atmosphere of loyalty oaths.

Eve felt nervous even though she had been fully prepared.

Desmond II propped up one arm and rested his chin.

He commanded with an arrogant posture and a look of ennui.

"Michaelis Agnito."
"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Get up and come to Jim."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 21

"Yes."

Michael stood before Desmond II with a blank face.

Like Golem, who just played the role according to the inputted starter, his
expression and eyes showed no emotion at all.

"Kneel down."

What Desmond II demanded was generally not the courtesy of a knight on his
left knee.

He ordered both knees to fall, and Michael followed him silently.

Desmond II rolled up the sleeve of his right hand. A large hand chinned
Michael's forehead and pointed violently.

Many artists in the Empire described the ceremony of oath of allegiance as a

baptism of blessings given by the emperor, but the reality was different.

The hand that held Michael's head in a thug as if it were grabbing an object
was clearly using violence, not baptism. Physically, mentally.

Nevertheless, the white light emanating from Desmond II's hands was sacred
and brilliant. It was such a deceptive light.

Desmond II instilled Michael's allegiance to the imperial family by word of

mouth.
"In the name of Desmond Dominic Kalisto Hadelamid, the 16th Emperor of
the Hadelamid Empire. Michaelis Agnito, a creature of imperial alchemy,
you obey everyone in the blood of the House of Hadelamide from this
moment on.

Dare not against the will of a noble blood relative, dare not harm a noble
blood relative. This bondage takes precedence after imprint and is valid until
your life is exhausted."

"I take your orders."

"Then kiss Jim at his feet."

It was a humiliating demand for slaves 200 years ago. Now completely dead,
Michael followed suit.

He lay face down and kissed the carpeted floor. Disorganized black feet
touched the emperor's white shoes.

Desmond II smiled gloatingly, looking down at the black top of Michael's

head.

I was very happy to see Homunclus, who had been suffering so much, lying
down politely at his feet.

"It's over. Go down."

Desmond II washed his hands in the basin brought by the warden.

In the meantime, Michael stepped down from the podium without making eye
contact with Eve and returned to his place.

'Michael...

Eve, who was watching, was also distressed, and Michael, the party,
wondered if it would be embarrassing.

Eve stepped up to finish the audience quickly.

"Thank you for your consciousness, Dad. I dare to take more of your precious
time, so I'll leave you alone. I'll leave the car to the chief executive to help
ease the headache."

"Yes, of course."

I've lost my permission.

Only then was Eve able to get Michael out of the suffocating audience room.

I went to the East Star Palace through a different route.

I had to take a little detour, but it was rare, so I crossed the hydrangea
garden, which was good for avoiding people's eyes.

Eve paused where two beautiful pop trees properly blocked the view.

Eve looked back at Michael. It was the first time since I left the main palace.

"Are you all right?"

Michael seemed emotionless at first glance because he was still

expressionless.

But Eve didn't miss the deep sinking purple snow.

His somber eyes were representing his mood.

Eve was in a mood to sighing. Whoever Michael is. He was the future king of
Homunculus.

Thinking that experiencing the poor part of the imperial palace increases the
probability of treason, worries flooded Eve's heart.

It was then. Michael opened his biting lips.

"It was nothing like when you did."

"When you imprinted on me, I never felt this disgusting."

It was an out of the blue. Eve was feeling a little dour because it was so
frank and straightforward.

Suddenly Michael's bangs, which Desmond II had scattered, caught Eve's

eye.

Eve carefully took one hand before his eyes.

"May I, may I touch you?”

"……I am your direct knight. Permission is unnecessary.”

"Excuse me, then."

He touched Michael's head with a glass-like delicate touch. He accepted his

touch silently like a gentle animal.

Eve, who lowered her hand after tidying up, said.

"Good job, Michael."

Michael's hard-nosed eyes loosened a little.

Michael's eyes, as if Eve's words were a small reward.

I erased the dark and heavy signs.

He stared long at Eve and finally answered.

"Thank you for your tenderness, Emperor Vuenrose."

Within a day Michael called Eve's name.

Before Eve replied, Michael took a step first under the pretext of escort.

Eve's eyes saw Michael's straight back leading in the direction of the star
palace.
Somehow, I had a hunch that I could trust and rely on that back for the long
and rough journey ahead.

Chapter 5. The Sword and Flower of the Imperial Palace.

Michaelis Agnito entered the palace.

The news quickly spread among the homuncloos, and five days later, no one
knew.

Michael has been famous since he was in the training center. Because he
always had a strange sense of intimidation around him and was rebellious to
the imperial family, unlike ordinary homunclus.

Homunclus was largely indifferent, but there were quite a few who were
hostile to Michael.

Such people were not in favour of Michael's entrance.

"The monster in public prison became the direct knight of the 7th Empress?’

"You've been acting weird all by yourself, and now that you've spent some
time in prison, you've come to your senses, haven't you?’

"If you obeyed the Emperor from the beginning, you wouldn't have been
imprisoned.’

Homunclus, brainwashed with loyalty, were busy berating Michael.

Michael remained unchanged when he was imprisoned in public prison.

They were foolish people who could not think how much the emergence of
homunclus meant to them, who could resist the emperor's rule.

Michael did not care.

Homunclus is infused with extreme competition for survival from his time in
the nursery.
There was no such thing as a bond between Logan. Bad reputation or outright
ostracism didn't really hurt.

Chaeng! Chaeng!

Today, Michael was at the training center with Eve's permission.

Homunclus' training ground is located further north from the Knights'

quarters.

It's part of the Imperial Palace, in the form of an amphitheater, shabby and
dull.

That was the "Coloso Arena," a training ground used by more than 300

homoon clues every day.

The seven-story exterior wall had dozens of immune and defensive barriers.

This was not to protect the amphitheater from the outside, but to protect the
palace from the intense training that took place inside.

Quagwang! Chaeng! Chaeng! Kugugugung!

Homunclus all over the arena.

Each of them was in hands-on training against Missril Golem. The same was
true of Michael.

"Huh."

Michael looked at the huge golem in the middle of the floats and gulped
down.

Michael held a long sword-stained sword-stained long sod straight from his
shoulder level and aimed at the golem.

Then he kicked the ground and rushed in at a rapid pace.

Quagwagwang!

An explosion occurred with a roar in an aerial training ground made of

floating stones.

A cloud of gray dust cluttered the atmosphere of the Colos Arena.

After a while, Michael escaped through the smoke clouds. He jumped out of
the floating seat without hesitation.

No abrasions were found in Michael, who landed on the ground.

On the ground of the Arena, he was watching his training with perspective
magic.

The homuncloos looked at them to see if there was any monster like that.

Of course, the eyes of the other homuncules were of no concern to Michael.

"Whoa...

Michael loosened the collar of his knight's uniform and shook his head
slightly from side to side.

It was to cool off to a level that didn't harm neatness.

Then there was someone approaching Michael.

"Would you like to drink?"

The water bottle right around the corner was unexpected.

Michael looked up and looked at the face of the man who stretched out the
bucket.

'Silver hair?'

The opponents were Homunculus and Silvestian with distinctive silver long
hair.
The blue eyes faced were so clear that there was no sign of disquiet.

Michael, who had briefly measured his intentions, decided to accept the
favor.

"Thank you."

Gulping, the water went over the esophagus as the Mokuldae was sensuously
weakened.

Michael, who emptied the water bottle at once, wiped the side of his mouth
with the back of his hand.

Sylvestian took over the empty water bottle and opened his mouth.

"It's great to see you beat Miss Ril Golem alone in a short time. However,
you'd better adjust your strength more next time. The cost of repairing the
training golem will be difficult if it is charged to Her Majesty the 7th."

"I shouldn't have broken it. Thank you for letting me know."

Although he mentioned another's empress unnecessarily, there was no malice

information that was helpful.

Michael accepted the advice obediently.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 22

Michael put the badly damaged longsod in the search.

It's been five days since he entered the palace. Thanks to Eve's strong
recommendation of Michael's training, more than 10 golem were beaten, and
the long sod was almost gone.

"Why didn't you protect me with a sword. The steel longsod is weaker than
the mistril golem."
"Not long after I took off my restraints. Sword for blade Only today did I
master protecting. If I receive a sword from the 7th Empress, I will use it
nicely from then on."

"Oh, yeah. He must give you a sword...…

A hint of envy popped into Sylvestian's eyes and disappeared.

Michael watched it carefully for a moment.

Soon Michael reached out his right hand for a handshake.

"Come to think of it, we're late. I think I already know, but I'm Michaelis
Agnito, the direct knight of the 7th Empress. What about you?

"It's Silvestian Millard, a member of the Knights of the Union."

"Isn't that a direct article?

"Not yet, but it will be soon."

"You were the one who was chosen by the Eighth Empress.”

"Yeah... ..it's an honor."

G...

It was a far cry from pride to talk down the wall.

Silvestian carefully unraveled the purpose of his approach to Michael.

"Michaelis, there's actually something I'd like to ask you."

"What is it?"

"I've heard from the royal family that each person changes me from that
moment on. Is it true?"
Silvestian seemed disturbed by the impending imprinting ceremony.

It wasn't incomprehensible, so Michael was willing to answer.

"Well, it's only been three days, so I'm not sure, but I think that's the way it is.
I haven't had much feelings about him, but after being imprinted, I felt a little
strange that he naturally put him first. I don't know if I can understand that my
will is tailored to the imprint."

"So after the imprinting ceremony, from then on, I'm going to do all my heart
for the Eighth Empress?"

"Maybe."

"I see. Maybe that's better...…

It seemed comforting to Sylvestian to say that he would be complacent.

"You have a separate royal family in mind.’

Michael looked right through Sylvestian.

"That's where all the Imperial people belong, but it's useless...…

At that moment, when Michael was told earlier that he was going to receive a
sword from Eve, Sylvestian's sentimental eyes came to mind.

I felt bad for some reason.

Maybe it was a grumpy thing, Michael said spittingly.

"Maybe not."

"What?"

"What I didn't like was that I still hated it after the imprinting ceremony. I
don't think I change completely before and after imprinting.

It's just less repulsive."

"I thought you said earlier that you would naturally be sincere. Why are you
changing your words?"

"I said it might be, but I wasn't sure."

"Who are you kidding?"…

Sylvestian glared at Michael with a slightly fierce eye. Far from

discouraging Michael, of course, only his mischievous eyes were more
provoking.

"Wasn't he trained to be loyal to all the royal families at the training camp
anyway? Trying to pick the owner. Insufficient, Lord Millard."

"Oh, that's what you're saying."

There was no sign of displeasure with the smiling Sylvestian.

He didn't seem to be an ordinary, well-informed homoon-clouse, given his

lack of loyalty.

Michael changed his attitude seriously.

"Don't take it the wrong way. Even if it's painful, it's better to have a subject.
For the royal family, homunculus is something that will be thrown away if
they are tired of using it like an object. It would be more painful if the will
was taken away and turned unilaterally into commitment and loyalty."

"That sounds like it."

Silvestian accepted in silence.

It was then that he asked a catch-all question after a moment of thought.

"Michaelis, do you think that even the 7th Empress can abandon you?"

It's an easy question, but strangely, my lips didn't fall off.

Michael had very low expectations for the imperial family, and Eve was also
a member of the imperial family, so he should have immediately confirmed
Silvestian's question.

Michael, however, did not acknowledge it in his own words.

This is because unpleasantness, which cannot be seen by imagination, came

up.

Michael's eyes became noticeably murky. Sylvesterian, who noticed this,

hurriedly settled it.

"I asked you an excuse question. I don't think that possibility is worth
considering. Her Majesty the 7th Empress is not the kind of person."

"Yeah."

Only then did Michael's eyes return to normal.

"I think I've disturbed your training too much. Nice talking to you,
Michaelis."

"Me, too. It's been a long time since I've had a conversation with someone.”

"I hope we can have a conversation with a sword next time.”

"You'll look forward to it."

The two homunclus knights parted ways, hoping to shake hands for the last
time.

Eve's place has increased her family.

Eve was greeted by two girls and a boy sitting on the drawing room sofa.

"Lian Diaz meets Her Majesty the Seven."

"Pioni Graniche. Greetings to Her Majesty 7."

"Ba, this is Hugh, the third son of the Balzamik family! It's an honor to serve
you!"

The three queens' eyes and personalities were as good as expected.

Each of them had different personalities, but Eve liked the users who seemed
honest and sincere.

"Welcome to my place, and I want you to help Sedella in the future."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Sedella, the exclusive maid, soon began their education.

Eve felt better thinking that this would greatly reduce the burden on Sedella,
who was taking care of the 7th Empress's house alone.

The new owner was well aware of the circumstances of the Imperial Palace
because they were the children that the Third Empress, Philippely, had in the
first place.

Eve called Sedella to her bedroom when the brief training was over and each
began to find his own work. There was something I had to ask for.

"Sedella, I need you to go to the workshop district outside the palace."

"You're trying to match Lord Agneto's sword.”

"Yes, here's the order sheet. The place to order is called Riblo's Blacksmith.
The owner is a man named Valvoriblo, but it's not a very famous place, so it
can take some time to find it.”

Balvo Riblo was an unknown blacksmith who could not see the light because
he was too stubborn about his craftsmanship.

It was not until five years from now that he became famous that Marquis
Schensley, who funded Bridgette's politics, discovered his talent.
His equipment was loved by many nobles, but he continued to suffer from
poverty due to extreme unfair contracts.

We'll never see.’

This time, Eve was going to find a future artisan and make me famous.

In his last life, Michael's Agum was also ordered from Balbo.

Eve wanted to present a sword similar to Michael's in his last life.

So Eve squeezed the memory and transferred Michael's sword and search,
which he had seen in his last life, to a request.

Art was one of the subjects of the Imperial Lady's liberal arts, so the painting
of the request was quite plausible.

There were more errands for Eve.

"And look for an alchemy workshop to take over. In a small three-person

workshop where you can use your staff, I hope it's a Potion Alchemy system
to handle it."

"Alchemy workshop......you mean?"

"Yeah. Now that the family has grown, we're going to have to make a budget.
I'm thinking of doing a small business using my major, but I really need an
alchemy workshop here.”

"All right, ma'am."

"If you go to the workshop guild and ask, they'll connect you to the right
place. If you see Sedella and think it's okay, just sign a takeover contract.
Here's my seal. It's not a good idea to be a Hwangnyeo, so please sign a
contract with the middle name, but just make sure you stamp it. That's how
the magic contract works."

"I'm an alchemist, would it be okay to sign a workshop as I please?”

"It's okay."

Eve nodded without hesitation.

Sedella has to deal with this a lot in the future. It was necessary to develop
an eye.

"You can make mistakes or you can fail. Do as much as Sedella can."

"All right, Your Grace. Is there anything else you'd like to order?"

Eve pondered for a moment and brought it up.

"Well, then......can you stop by the southern branch of the river on the label
and see if there's any good townhouse? Uh, well, I think your house's gonna
go up. I thought I'd invest a little bit. I can't buy this right now, but let's just
say I like Sedella."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Sedella responded somewhat to Eve's orders, which she did not understand,
and withdrew.

Eve, who was left alone in the bedroom, beckoned into the air.

A bundle of documents hidden in a thousand bed decorations magically flew

in and fell into Eve's hands.

That was the information Eve collected and compiled for social re-entry for
five days.

That's enough for the people you need to contact at Rosie's birthday banquet.
Now all you have to do is devise a business to make money using an alchemy
workshop, and look for data on the Ma Jeongseok mine.’

Eve opened several books she borrowed from the Imperial Palace Library at
the same time and began making a new batch of documents.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 23

When I decided to become a dusk, I had a lot of work to do.

I rubbed my stiff eyes and looked out of the window, and I could see that the
end of the sky was on fire.

Only then did I realize that time had passed quite a bit.

Let's get some fresh air.

I bookmarked it so that it could not be seen by magic and shook my hand

once.

Dozens of books were covered at the same time.

The documents were also hidden in a thousand decorations.

Eve took a light walk with her new maid, Ryan and Fioni.

"Where would you like to go, Your Grace?"

"Let's go to the Coloso Arena."

Eve spoke impulsively of homunculus training ground.

As the sun was setting, it was not clear whether Michael was still training.

"It's nice to meet you, it's not, it's hard to walk in your heart."

I could run into Michael.

"Hwangnyeo?"

Le0I found Eve.

~I came up to you and had an example.

He's a true hunter. He's a man.

The front bone is a little sweaty; pho-ha?

Open to subconsciousness and cheek: state.

It was somehow also oddly colourful.

"What brings you here. If you called me, I would have visited you.”

Eve, without hesitation, ordered Ryan and Pioni to step down immediately.

Only Eve and Michael remained on the quiet side of the road.

It was not until I narrowed the distance that the conversation took place
comfortably.

"I didn't come here on business, I was just getting some fresh air.”

"I see. Are you going for more walks?"

"Where... should I serve you?"”

Michael himself was embarrassed as he asked questions.

Eve ordered him to concentrate on training, so he was unintentionally stuck in

the arena for five days.

There was no opportunity to learn the geography of the Imperial Palace.

The palace, which was the size of a fairly small village, was still an
unknown area for him.

Eve, who understood the situation, led him with a small smile.

"Follow me, Michael. I'll show you a pretty place.”

Under the sunset sky, two people walked side by side along the quiet road of
the Imperial Palace.
A red pomegranate colored Michael's handsome side face.

The face contrasted with light and shade was like a piece of camera.

Michael, conscious of his eyes, looked back. Eve naturally brought up the
subject.

"It's a banquet the day after tomorrow."

"I heard that you are very busy these days with banquet preparations."

"Ah, make some important decisions. It’s all over.”

"Is there anything I need to prepare? Your social re-entry day is the day after
tomorrow, and it's strange for me to train in the Arena.”

"I've done as much as I'd like to have my manners checked. I was surprised
that Sedella was perfect."

"I'm flattered."

It was a matter of course for Michael. Eve turned the conversation around by
looking at her unmoved face.

"How's your life at the palace?”

"It's worth it. It's peaceful."

"Did you run into any other royal family?"

"I was in the training ground, so I didn't run into anyone."

Eve was pleased. I think it's an old woman's heart, but I hoped Michael
wouldn't be seen until Rosenit's birthday.

"I don't want to show you Michael until Rosie's position is filled."

If you fall in love with Michael at first sight, Rosenite may commit an
unprecedented disembarkation to steal Eve's direct article.
"We're almost there, Michael."

Eve took Michael to the glass greenhouse garden, which was rumored to be
beautiful in the imperial palace.

"Let's go inside."

Eve and Michael climbed the marble stairs and passed through the glass
triumphant door.

As I stepped into a glass greenhouse the size of Soyeon Hall, the scent of
flowers and grass came to me.

Inside the greenhouse, flowers grown on sunlight were showing off their
colorful and beautiful colors.

The wooden cart was filled with coveted flowers, forming a huge bouquet,
and the ceiling was decorated like a scroll with a long line of vine plants,
and a large white water lily flower added to the center.

Somewhere, the sound of drizzling water rang like a pleasant performance,

and a huge ornamental tree rooted on one side was lifting leaves to create a
shade for rest.

It was such a beautiful place that if the forest fairy decorated the bedroom, it
would be just like this.

"How's it going?"

"It's a beautiful place, as the empress said."

"It's worth the trip.”

Eve found a chair made of woven reeds and sat down.

I climbed the stairs a little bit like a low stamina, so I couldn't help myself.

Michael stood near Eve and looked around the ceiling of the greenhouse.
The dome-shaped glass tile seen between the leaves was like a puzzle set in
the sky.

Michael's eyes were deeply captured by the unthinkable glittering and

beautiful landscape at the barren training center.

"I think it's a good thing I came out of the training center.”

"I'm glad you seem to like it."

It was a time when I compared the white sky, which was always snowing
heavily, with the glass sky with sunset.

Michael suddenly realized something special about the greenhouse.

Michael closed his eyes, felt the flow of Manna for a moment, and asked.

"Are we keeping the environment intact? It's like a magic trick that makes a
weather change. Of course, the scale is much smaller, but it's amazing that
magic is maintained all the time. That's amazing."

"Michael has a good eye. You realize how magical and alchemy the ion
chamber is."

"Alchemy is an outsider, so it's hard to judge, but magically, I know for sure.
The magical structure and the flow of manna are very delicate."

Listening to Michael, Eve recalled the fact that she had forgotten.

"Oh, homunculus can't use alchemy.’

Homunclus, born with a natural gift for magic, is likely to have good alchemy
at first glance, but he was actually quite the opposite.

They did not use alchemy at all.

It was similar to not being able to use magic because they could not form a
mana core in their bodies even if they knew enough magic principles with
their heads.
The Imperial Alchemy Association described this as the providence of
nature.

It is natural that homunculus created by alchemy cannot use alchemy, just as

man, a creature, cannot use the power of God, the Creator.

Some argued that homunculus is inherently impossible to create, which is

why it also has no reproductive ability.

Eve, however, was aware of the exception. She was lost in thought looking at
Michael.

"You said in your last life Rosie had Michael's baby using the power of
Lapis Philosporum. If it's true, what the hell did he do? Is there an answer to
the Imperial forbidden knowledge that only the Emperor and his successors
can access?’

Eve's scholarly curiosity was aroused.

When she becomes a queen, she vowed to first find out about the
reproductive problems of Homun Klus.

Deep in contemplation, Eve didn't realize she was staring at Michael with
serious eyes.

Eventually, Michael couldn't hold his eyes and called Eve.

"Hwangnyeo, what are you thinking?"

By this time Eve was preoccupied with thought.

"The idea of making babies."

The honest truth popped out without filtration.

The words with a piercing look were enough to cause misunderstanding.

"Hwang……girl…?"
Michael's eyes shook mercilessly.

It looked like it was stranded in chaos.

It was understandable.

In general, the imperial night market accounted for an important part of the
duty of immediate knights.

Is the delayed "inspection" taking place today?

It was a time when Michael was speechless.

It was only then that Eve realized the atmosphere and hurriedly waved.

"Oh…… no. It's not like that."

"The…… Hwangnyeo, you know…… just in case, homunculus is not

reproductive."

"Yes, of course I do."

"But why are you looking at me...…. If you have any other meaning……

"Oh, no, it's not true. I'm just... Homunculus is not impossible, so I think we
can study it. Not infertility, but the possibility of infertility."

"So why don't you look at me now and...…

It seemed that persuasion did not work. Eve gave a stern voice.

"I just happened to have Michael in front of me. Don't think about anything
weird."

"……okay."

I got an answer from Michael, but the air inside the greenhouse was still full
of distrust.
Eve sprang to her feet, feeling helpless.

"I have to go back now.”

"Okay."

"Michael leads the way."

Michael followed orders without speaking.

Straight, reliable instead of handsome.

Eve felt a little peace in her mind when she saw her back.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 24

Chapter 6. Adhering to the Law of the Imperial Palace Society.

Finally, it was Rosenit's birthday.

The palace was busy early in the morning. This is because there was a direct
taxiing ceremony for the morning schedule and a big banquet for the
afternoon schedule.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the royal court's responsibilities are for
one Rosenite today.

Eve's place was also busy. The new maid, Lian and Fioni, were firmly
united.

They prepared a special bath from the first dawn.

It was moss-colored sticky water that smelled bad that was made by boiling
various ingredients.

"Blood, Fioni. It's like a witch's pot, not a bath. Do you happen to have a
knack for black alchemy?”
"No way. It's a dyed beauty bath. I'd like to explain in detail, but I don't have
time, so I'll prove it to you Go ahead, ma'am."

"Oops!"

As Fioni assured, it worked well.

Eve's skin texture was perfect for makeup after two hours of bathing in the
witch's pot.

The time then passed while taking another double bath to remove the smell.

The clock was already pointing at noon.

Sedella, who sent Fioni and Lian out to the parlor, prepared Eve
refreshments.

During the break, Sedella reported the situation at the palace.

"The Eighth Emperor's intercession is still under way. It's already been over
two hours. It'll usually be over in an hour."

'Yeah, it's late.' Eve wasn't surprised because it happened in her last life.

"He had no real alchemy talent, so he had to perform five rituals to imprint
Lord Millard. I was able to succeed in the end because my father brought me
a piece of wise man's stone. It was a secret at the time.’

Desmond II's favoritism was not for a day or two, but Rosenite's move,
which did not save the direct article obtained by using the stone of a wise
man, was disappointing.

"Will Her Majesty 8 be able to finish the imprinting ceremony without a

hitch?”

"You don't have to worry. Rosie's never missed what she wanted."

Eve hid her feelings and said the words in her bones.
"Come to think of it, Michael?"

"Sir Agnito has been here for a long time. Now I'm grooming myself in the
parlor by Lian and Fioni."

"Already? You're diligent."

"Today, Lord Agnito is as much groomed as you are. We have to hurry."

"Oh, yeah."

Eve nodded in the sense that she understood.

The society at the Hadellamid Palace had a very high standard of grooming,
which was fair to both men and women.

Today, Michael's fancy and beautiful decorations were the manners and laws
of the imperial court society.

'Hmm. I want to say hi, but do I have to wait here until the grooming is over?'

It is usually considered rude for a man, not a lover or a couple, to visit while
a woman is grooming.

On the contrary, it was not rude, but rather avoided.

Sedella, who read the agony from Eve's expression, quickly said.

"I don't think it's necessary for a direct driver to do something inside and
outside as it is for a normal person. With the imprint, Lord Agnito will find
you intimate."

"Oh, shall we?"

"Yes. Shall we take you to the drawing room?"

woW

Hm.
Eve woke up with cookie crumbs off her lips.

As soon as I opened the door, I could see Michael sitting in a stool chair in
the middle of the room.

He was in the middle of being groomed by Lian and Fioni.

"Hi, Michael."

"Oh, Your Majesty."

Michael got up to say hello to Eve.

The wind knocked the silk gown, which had only been worn on his
shoulders, to the floor, exposing Michael's upper body.

Oh, my God.

It was fortunate that he didn't spit out the breathing sound himself.

Michael's Banra was so great.

The sturdy muscular belly, sleek waistline, and the thick, long collarbone line
were perfect itself.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a beautiful male body that should be

widely distributed in the art world.

"Your Grace."

"Hot."

Just in time, Sedella evoked Eve's spirit with a small call.

"Sir Agnito, I have greeted Her Majesty, and now please sit upright and look
forward."

"All right, Miss Lian."

It was fortunate that the users were sticking together and losing Michael's
mind because of the decoration.

"I almost lost the face of the empress.’

Eve sighed secretly with relief.

"I'm here to say hello, but I'll go in because it's uncomfortable because I'm
grooming myself.”

"No, it's not uncomfortable."

Michael used polite language because the new users were with him.

"Well, that doesn't make you comfortable. I'll be in, too."

"No, I'd rather have you."

"I've never been groomed before.

So."

awkward

It was Michael's words in the mirror, avoiding eyes. It definitely meant to be

by your side.

"Micaelis Agnito, who thought there was nothing to fear in the world, was
weak in decoration.’

I learned something new about Michael.

In addition, we found that imprinting made the bond and intimacy between
Eve and Michael stronger even if they stayed still. It was a good harvest.

"Yes, I'll be right next to you."

Eve sat on the sofa without hesitation.

It was a special seat for a vivid view of the Empire's best-looking man.

Fioni and Lian were very excited with men's makeup tools in their hands.

"Sir Agnito, trust us. I'll help you show off your handsomeness all over the
palace."

"Yes, I'll let you become a black rose, if not an empire white rose."

Michael, who was just awkward, gave a passive opinion.

"The empress is waiting, so it's better to finish quickly."

"Fast, how can you dress up! Decorating is a duty in society. Please refrain
from saying anything disloyal."

"……I will correct you."

He was scolded by Lian, saying, "Why do you ask Eve to finish it roughly?"

During the make-up, a blond young boy, a gown fell on the floor of a holiday,
was picked up.

But he didn't give it back to Michael.

"Now that you have makeup on your body, I'll clean this up."

"Do you wear makeup on your body?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Of course, Lord Agneto. It's the same as women wearing
makeup that accentuates the collarbone. To make the body chain stand out, it
is essential for men to tidy up the skin texture of the neck, collarbone,
thoracic muscle and navel."

"That's great."

Michael's eyes shook. Eve smiled softly and soothed him.

"Dances and banquets at the palace are particularly strict in their attire.
Please bear with me, Michael."

"Is this the only royal palace?”

"Yeah, formality makes authority stronger. The Imperial Palace is more strict
in dress code than any other social church to establish its authority as the
center of politics and society.”

"I see. But I don't know if I can call it 'strict' after seeing that doubles."

"Huh? Oh, hahaha."

Eve smiled awkwardly as Michael winked at the open white robes and body
chains.

Even in her eyes, Michael's attire was far from strict.

On the contrary, there was even a sex appeal.

Eve coughed once, and rarely defended society.

"The social world tends to reflect the tastes of the ladies, so it can't be
helped.”

"Favor, does Her Majesty like this?”

"……I don't think I hate it.”

"Is that right?"

The social world used to be at the marriage market.

Unless they were having an extreme political marriage based on political

interests, it was obvious that they wanted to have a partner who was
attractive as a opposite sex.

Thus, the largest marriage market, the Imperial Palace, was given the name of
manners and law to appeal to sexual attraction.
Not only for women but also for men.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 25

At the Imperial Palace banquet, young men were required to wear a dress
shirt with a design that almost opened their front leaves to show off the
beauty of the body strengthened by swordsmanship and exercise.

At first glance, a solid chest was revealed, and sometimes the nipple was
seen if the action was not taken care of.

It was a little eye candy for aristocratic women.

With so much upper body exposure, men's top-body fashion has steadily
developed.

On the day of the imperial palace's banquet, men, who normally held their
necks tightly with silk krabat, loosely tied long and thin ceilings around their
necks in a slim ascut style.

This style brought out the wildness that had fallen asleep inside the men and
made the ladies cheer.

Bodychain has also been one of the steadily loved decorations.

A body chain was a decoration that was made of a loose mesh of a

decorative metal string such as a necklace and hung over the upper body.

The chain, which loosely connects the navel and chest lines and points with
jewelry, evoked a dizzying feeling as it reminded me of the restraint.

For your information, it was Eve's great grandmother, Emperor Seon, who
made the body chain popular, and many noble women had special respect for
her.

Fiony and Ryan, who had been sticking to Michael's face for a long time,
straightened their backs with proud faces.
"I'm done decorating my face. What do you say, Lord Agnito?"

"I don't know if you ask me to appreciate it."

"Then shall we ask your Highness to look after us?”

Michael was driven close to Eve by the girls.

Eve raises her head not to see Michael's upper body, Van Ra.

Immediately, he looked at his face.

"Gasp."

For once, I couldn't hold my breath.

This is because the purple eyes I encountered were dangerously fascinating.

Eve was greatly embarrassed.

"No, what the hell did he do?’

I heard that men's makeup was almost like saving the original version, and in
fact, Michael's eyes and atmosphere were strangely bizarre and deadly even
though there is not much difference in his original handsome face.

It was clear that Fioni and Lian had done something tremendous in Michael's
eyes.

When Eve was staring at herself without saying a word, Michael opened his
mouth first.

" Is it weird?”

"Huh... Huh? No, it's not...…

Then Fioni explained with a very proud face.

"It's eye makeup that works as a secret skill between a noble soldier (a horse
that elevates the husband of a woman with a title). It's called
'Starry Night Makeup' because it expresses the eyes of a man who shines
moistly with heat as if at its peak. My uncle also seduced the Count with
this."

Eve was stunned by what she had just heard, and only after a long time did
she shout inward.

"You shouldn't have held such a dangerous weapon against me, Fioni!"

Whether Eve was embarrassed or not, Fioni went on to say what he wanted
to say in a distinctive calm tone.

"I hope you like it tonight...…

"Pioni, stop."

"Yes."

Since the banquet night was bound to set young men and women on fire, Fioni
naturally thought Michael, his immediate knight, would wait on Eve's night.

Looking back, Lian and Hugh also looked at the face that they had heard the
obvious sound.

Thanks to this, only Eve and Michael, who have never been combined, have
become awkward, breaking away from the usual relationship between the
royal family and the direct knight.

Eve hastily evoked the mood.

"Oh, I'm thirsty. Sedella, can I have your car?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Amazingly, what Sedella prepared was chamomile, which helped stabilize

the mind and body.

In the meantime, Michael's dressing up was done.

A thin gold body chain beautifully woven on the upper body of the skin is
placed.

Michael's upper body, bound by a body chain with point decorations of

topazs, olive green garnets, and feridots smaller than his baby nails, created
a very decadent feeling.

By the time he had finished wearing a dress shirt and tie loosely, he had
brought special accessories in his servant's holiday velvet tray.

"It's the law to wear this when there's a banquet in the palace for both pro-
Japanese and direct knights.”

It was a black lace eye patch.

It was intended to make it easier to handle objects by not meeting eyes while
intuitively distinguishing between homunculus and aristocrat in crowded
places.

The imperial family was very well versed in the psychological aspects of
slave rule, while still chivalrous.

"I haven't been doing this for hundreds of years.’

Not knowing Eve was bitter with that thought, Ryan and Hugh chattered
innocently about the eye patch.

"It's a shame that I have to cover my eyes with makeup on."

"I'd like to see the other empress envious of our Highness."

Fioni put forward a different perspective.

"But I think it's more romantic in that you can only see our Highness.

Tonight, Your Highness released Lord Agnito's eye patch by hand...…

"Pioni, stop."
"Yes."

What a consistent girl she was. Eve sighed and ordered Hugh.

"Put the eye patch next to you.

It'll be uncomfortable, so I'll wear it when I leave."

"All right, ma'am."

Michael wore a colorful pure white knight's robe decorated with a silk, a
tassel, and gold embroidery.

The robes were in the form of a coat, as were the conquests, but were not
allowed to be drawn to the front.

It was designed to expose the upper body of a body chain.

In addition, as it widened further down, the waist tightened with a colorful

belt, and the sleek and solid thigh line also appeared at a glance.

So, finally, the dressing except for the lace eye patch was over.

The finished work was nothing short of a statue of a male god.

It would have become an artistic heritage of the empire if it was modeled

after it and made into a marble statue.

While Eve was admiring, Sedella delivered the sad news.

"Now it's your turn to dress up."

"Huh. It's about time...…

Eve greeted Michael and entered the bedroom with three maids, including
Sedella.

Eve's decoration required a headset, so it took Michael a time to multiply.

The lime blonde is wavy and drooped, but half-tied at a high place to create
an up-style feel.

The dress was vintage light purple, golden brown, and a length that fell off
the ankle while wearing heels.

The skirt part was made of chiffon material with dense wrinkles and a lot of
flares, and it spread out like a peony flower even if you walk a little fast or
turn around.

He wore a long cape woven with silver mesh on his exposed shoulders.

It looked like a fairy's wings, and every time Eve walked, it flew and
attracted viewers' eyes.

"You mended your mother's dress. It's so pretty. Good job, Cedella."

"I'm sorry that I don't have time to fall behind the trend. I hope you will wear
a much more beautiful and well-made new dress next time.”

"Yes, I'm not going to make Sedella suffer from sewing anymore.”

Like Michael's eyes, she finished up with amethyst ornaments.

Fioni and Lian were delighted to place Eve in front of the full-length mirror.

"I'm proud that you're beautiful."

"Yes, I should share this pride with Lord Agneto. Let's go show them, Your
Grace."

"You guys are so......Sedella, Fioni, and Lian's craftsmanship was excellent,
so Eve's figure now was beautiful to herself.

But I wasn't confident enough to impress Michael, who was depressed by

beauty in his last life.

Eve went out into the drawing room unexpectedly. And soon witnessed an
unexpected sight.
"Hwang……girl?"

As soon as Michael saw Eve, he stopped doing everything.

Purple eyes were staring at Eve, forgetting to blink as if they had found
something surprising.

'Huh?

Lian and Fioni put on a proud face to look at it.

Eve also felt better after a bit of panic.

"Oh, come to think of it, Michael at this time must not be familiar with the
appearance of a man dressed up long after he entered the palace."

Michael's biological age is 19 years older than Eve.

Although he is on the verge of becoming a young man, he is still a boy, and

considering that he was trapped in a narrow and dark world called
Yangyangso, it was natural that he was not resistant to the provocative culture
of society.

Gabe talked to Michael first, who still can't take his eyes off.

"You didn't recognize me, did you, Michael?"

"No, it's not.

Only then did Michael come to his senses.

Eve burst into a small laugh as she watched her purple eyes, which were left
with traces of embarrassment, peeked sideways.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just in time, I heard the sound of fireworks exploding outside the window.

It was a sign that Rosenite's imprinting ceremony was over.

"Well, that took five hours."

"It took an extraordinary long time."

No matter how much the beloved white rose of the empire, it will be hard to
avoid gossip about it.

Sure enough, Ryan and Fioni were already chattering.

"Sir Millard must have been a homunclus not easy to imprint."

"No matter how difficult it may be, Lord Agnito is, it makes sense to think of
your alchemy skills."

"Hush."

Sedella warned with a index finger around her mouth.

Then Eve spit out a small talk to herself like a sigh.

"In the end, Lord Millard became Rosie's direct knight...…

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 26

Eve felt sorry for Sylvestian's future, so it was natural that her speech was
filled with grief.

Michael's ears couldn't hear this.

"For some reason, Her Majesty seems to be sorry."

"Huh?"

Looking around, Michael saw a half-mixed eyes of mischievousness and

displeasure.
"If you don't want to waste someone who has become another knight. That's
in front of me, my immediate driver."

The voice was indifferent, but the content was quite reckless. Lian and Fioni
covered their mouths, "Oh my!"

Eve's response was nonchalant.

"I can't believe it's too bad. I told you before. I don't need a direct driver
except Michael."

"For he spoke so fondly of Lord Millard a little while ago."

"No, it's just Michael for me."

"I'm glad about that."

"Michael shouldn't envy Lord Millard for seeing Rosie today. I'll never
resign from my position as a knight."

"Of course, I swear to the chivalry that I will serve only Her Majesty."

"Yes, it's reliable."

Eve and Michael showed a strong military relationship to their users.

More than anyone else, Cedela watched the scene with a moving eye.

"There's no way Michael's going to seduce Rosie.’

Eve, who had taken the pledge, was pleased.

I had to finish dressing up. Cedela tied the lace eye patch to Michael's eyes.
This has overshadowed the dizzying eye makeup.

However, it was hard to see why the decadent atmosphere did not diminish
but rather became stronger.

"The banquet will begin shortly, Your Grace."

"We've got to get going.”

As soon as the horse ran out, Michael cherished Eve's left hand.

"Let me serve you, Your Majesty."

"Yes, Lord Agnito."

Eve was respectful as well, announcing the start of public work.

Eve and Michael set out for the banquet hall amid the farewells of the users.
The social world was waiting for Eve's re-entry.

Rosenite's influence was tremendous.

Many aristocrats gathered to fill the largest banquet hall in the main palace.

The banquet hall is decorated with tens of thousands of white roses, the
symbol of Rosenite.

In the center, wine glasses containing mousse cakes were stacked 10

stories high in accordance with the Imperial Birthday Banquet Act.

Mousse cake is used as a gift given by the birthday hero as he greets the guest
one by one and receives congratulations.

But with the late snack, Rosenite had yet to show up at the banquet to dress
up.

With the main ceremony postponed, only the opera singer's singing and
orchestra music resonated in the banquet hall.

While waiting for Rosenite, the nobles simply enjoyed finger food and drinks
and talked.

"The 7th Empress, and her partner, Lord Agnito. Have a great time."

Eve politely supported Eve's left hand from the entrance to the banquet hall.
Eve took a small deep breath, receiving her first monumental escort.

Michael, who saw this, alluded.

"You must be nervous, my empress.”

"No, it's okay. We've prepared a lot."

Eve denied it on purpose. It was like saying something to suggest to yourself.

"I'm nervous. It's my first time having a royal banquet."

"Oh, yeah. It's okay. Trust me, Michael."

"I will not refuse, but rely on you, my empress."

Eve couldn't see Michael's mischievous eyes because of the lace eye patch.

Eve's face became grim. She walked with strength on her ankles and waist.

I entered the banquet hall with an elegant walk I learned in my last life.

Eve's appearance was a slow but major stir that shook the banquet hall.

'Why is the Eighth Empress so late......oh, isn't that the 7th Empress who just
passed by?’

'What? You must have seen it wrong. The wise man in the corner of the room
couldn't have come to the birthday banquet...Oh, I think that's right.’

'Now, wait a minute. Did you see the partner next to you? It's Homunclus.

The gossip was real.’

Rumor? What rumor?’

"The 7th Empress heard the direct article.’

Oh, my God!
The blatant gaze and pretending not to know the murmur worked as decency
in society.

Michael whispered to Eve, who walked with his chin pulled.

"My empress, so what's the plan?"

"I'm going to put my eye on people who might be helpful.”

"Is there anything special I should do?"

"Stand next to me in style?"

"I'll do my best. Anything else?"

"Well, let me know if you and your brother are going to come to me."

Most of the Hwangnyeo and Hwangja thought Eve was easy and tried to pick
a fight. It was best to avoid disturbers.

"Leave it to me."

"Whoa, let's get started."

Amber eyes were fixed on a young lady watching a cocktail alone.

Eve picked up two non-alcoholic drinks from a nearby table and approached
her.

"Unlike its pretty look, it's just a very strong drink. If you don't mind, I'd like
to recommend fruit juice to Baroness Parnello, who is a weak drinker. How
about that?"

"Thank you... Oops! I see you, Your Highness."

The young lady looked at Eve with a look of bewilderment.

Then her eyes grew bigger when she found Michael standing back. Eve first
introduced with a smile.
"My immediate knight, Sir Michaelis Agnito."

The luscious voice was clearly embedded in the ears of those who were
overhearing.

The nobles, who confirmed the rumor, buzzed once.

"Direct…… Article……?”

The young lady was surprised once by the fact that the 7th Hwangnyeo, a
naughty boy, heard her direct article, and was surprised twice by the
beautiful appearance of the direct article.

"Mrs. Parnello.

Eve called her attention with a gentle call.

The young lady, who realized that she had committed an impolite act, was
surprised.

Eve didn't blame it, she changed her words.

"You're here to celebrate Rosie's birthday, too. Shall we toast together since
it's a good day? It's not alcohol."

"Oh, yes, it's an honor."

The sound of a narrow-necked glass crashing was brilliant.

We naturally narrowed the distance by sharing intimate movements.

Baroness missed the timing to stretch the streets looking at Eve's bright
smile.

"Physical distance affects emotional distance.’

These pits were the way the twin princes, Rubens and Icalis, who are
expected to become famous as promiscuous people in the future, used to
approach innocent young people.
It was my first time, but Eve did it more naturally than I thought.

Eve led the conversation with the social skills she had learned in her last
life.

"I heard you were very busy with the baroness's housekeeping right after your
wedding. Did you attend the banquet as Baron's deputy again today?”

"How can I...…

"Because Baroness Panello's love for his wife is famous. If the baron came
as a partner, wouldn't he have left his lovely wife alone?”

"Oh, my God. Not a word."

"What's true. Is the Baron still busy?”

"Yes, the Emperor's decree0] There are so many. There are times when you
can't pay attention to baronage. So these days, I'm learning how to manage the
land."

"Wow, you've been famous for your intelligence since your time as Earl of
Rindell. I'm sure you'll do well."

"Thank you for your words."

By that time Eve's amber eyes narrowed slightly.

Eve gave advice for a young baroness who would soon become a de facto
lord.

"You two got married half a year ago, so this summer will be your first
summer in Panello. The Lacetora River, which runs through the Parnello

estate, floods every 50 years. You'd better be careful during this summer's
rainy season."

"What? I've never heard of it before."

"I knew after reading the book. If you look at the history book in the imperial
library, there are several records of Panello's land being flooded. When I
calculated, it was 50 years."

"Oh, my God. I can't believe it."

"There's always an attack of the devil after the rain. If the floodwaters bring
down walls and walls, the damage will be terrible."

Eve, disguised as speculation, warned of the future and the young lady was
contemplated.

However, Eve evoked the atmosphere with a bright voice, as if when she had
threatened him.

"Of course you won't believe it, so I'll tell my maid to find the written
materials. Please stop by my place before you leave for your estate."

"No, of course. I'll be in custody tomorrow."

Eve smiled as she looked at the young lady with a desperate look in her face.

Baroness Panello is a clerk in charge of managing the Imperial Decree,

including the Majeongseok Mine, and Baroness Panello also occupies a
geographical significance as it is adjacent to Majeongseok Mine.

In his last life, Parnello was one of the few nobles who had been politically
neutral and tried to support Bridgette's tyranny when it became more severe.

Eve had a hunch that the Panellos would make a good connection.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 27

Eve diligently moved on to the next goal.

Standing banquets that did not include meals were ideal for social activities.
This opponent was a noble man who was busy tasting desserts.

Having a warm body, he was Baron Laplier with a gourmet disposition.

"Are you looking for a delicacy, Baron Laplier?"

"Hua, Her Majesty?"

"I recommend this black scone. It's made of coffee, so it has a unique flavor.”

"Oh, coffee?"

Baron Laplier forgot that he was embarrassed by Eve's sudden approach and
the presence of an unfamiliar homunclus beside her and fell into the story.

"It's a drink enjoyed by the Aratica tribe in the South. We fry the seeds of the
coffee tree and extract them in hot water. The scent and taste are distinctly
different from black tea, but they have their own charm."

"Oh, I'm sure this scone smells unique. Coffee…… interesting."

In his last life, Baron Laplier was a coffee mania.

In the tea culture, where black tea is the absolute mainstream, people insist
on coffee.

Baron Laplier fell in love with his coffee, even though it only made him
smell the scent.

"What an antique scent. I have to drink it. As soon as I get home today, I need
to get this coffee."

"There are few places we can handle, so the only things we can get right
away are the low-quality ones. I happen to have some coffee beans in the
past."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I used to love coffee while I was tibbling as a hobby. That's when I got
the coffee beans."

"Ho, could you give it to me...…

"Of course, I'll tell my maid. The baron is in charge of the cashier's office, so
he can enter anytime. Please stop by my place at your convenience. If we
have time, we can talk more about coffee."

"Oh, your majesty. That's exactly what I want! I'll see you again as soon as
possible!"

With the promise of tea time, Eve turned around satisfactorily.

The treasurer responsible for the execution of the imperial budget was a
department that had a great influence on living in the imperial palace.

Personal connections were essential in order to make a living in the house.

Even Baron Laplier was a competent man, so his interaction with him was
sure to be profitable.

It wasn't hard for Eve to capture Baron Laplier's heart.

In his last life, Eve knew a coffee recipe, if not as well.

For the time being, Baron Laplier will not be able to escape the taste of the
coffee Eve taught him.

Ever since then, Eve has traveled from place to place in the banquet hall to
meet talented people who could help her in her second life.

In the middle, he met with the senior aristocrats of the Sedoga family to curry
favor, or talked about young aristocrat restraint and unpleasant small talk.

And to make a good impression at every encounter, I devoted myself to

manners and speech.
So Eve was busy touring the banquet hall, so it was natural for many nobles
to notice Eve's change.

Rosenit, the main character, hasn't come yet, so attention and interest were
also good.

"Oh, I didn't know you were such a sociable person.’

Is it true that you're Her Majesty 7? It may sound strange, but I can feel the
presence of a 10-year-old lady."

"Well, I think you're having fun with the 7th Empress, so why don't we talk to
her?’

"Maybe, I'm curious about the direct article of Her Majesty the Seven.

Gossip was an important driving force in the rise of society.

The direct knight of the mischievous empress must have been a feather in the
face for a while.

Eve was willing to welcome the nobles approaching as a matter of interest.

Surrounded by them, they introduced Michael and told him a series of

situations in which he became imprinted.

Then the story was moderately adapted, with luxury riding on the mouths of
temperamental nobles.

"You went to the door this morning to imprint Lord Agnito?’

"Sir Agnito was a powerful homunclus who had been sealed in a nursery for
three years!’

"Isn't that the same as the one you bestowed Lord Agnito to the 7th
Empress?"

"Ah, now that I see it, the delay in Her Majesty's intercession of the 7th
Empress means..."…
Michael's three-year confinement in public prison was glorified as being
unable to control his strength, and Eve's permission to serve as a direct
knight at the door of the morning was exaggerated as being called by
Desmond II.

Eve didn't bother to correct herself.

It was worth taking advantage of rumors that he was favored enough to be

granted a homunculus saved by Desmond II.

For some time Eve was unable to move a step in place to deal with the
nobles who continued to talk to her.

He was currently talking to young people of similar age.

It was around that time that Young-ae with red hair intervened sharply.

"By the way, which jewelry store did Lord Agnito wear the body chain? I
think it was popular about five years ago."

It was Yulia, the hero of Marquis Amelos, who owned the best jewelry store
on the island.

In her last life, she was Eve's wife.

He was a person who complained about coming with dresses and ornaments
that were not in fashion due to poor living conditions.

Now you're attacking me in Michael's outfit, not mine. It's the same for me in
the end.'

Eve sighed inwardly and smiled outwardly like a flower.

"It's from a jewelry workshop in Hwangdo Island."

"Jewelry workshop? Oh, no wonder.

I knew it. There is a roughly five-year gap between social trends and
commoners. But it wasn't even customized.”
Yulia's green eyes sparkled, finding the right Seabit street.

Usually, this kind of fighting of nerves led to an eye-to-eye contest.

Eve was a man who knew how to look back on himself, so she judged that
Yulia had no chance of winning.

'Then I'll have to say it's’

Eve's smile became even brighter.

"I'm afraid we didn't have enough time to get to the banquet, so we couldn't
help it."

"Even so, it is true that your Highness neglected the first decoration of his
knight.”

"It's true that the rebuke of love stings. I wanted to give Lord Agnito the best,
but I could only give him the best, so I understand you saying that your love is
neglected.

becomes."

"Best? Out of style gold decoration?"

"Please take a closer look, Amelos. Isn't it a beautiful piece like a jeweled
vine that points topaz, olive green garnet, and peridot on a gold chain?

"If we go back five years, we'll be able to make an assessment.”

At that point, Eve's gaze was not directed at Yulia, who was tapping, but at
other young people around her.

"Although it's not customized, I'm satisfied with the color that embodies my
hair and eyes. It's like…… it feels like Lord Agnito is bound by me."

"Oh my, Your Highness.”

The slick lines I learned from the princes in my last life helped me a lot in
this life.

A moderately secret joke was meant to be a witty way of speaking.

The young people around me burst into laughter.

Yulia was taken aback by the sudden change of mood. Eve did not miss the
gap.

"What do you think, Amelos? Oh, but don't be too explicit about my driver's
body."

"Moo, what!"

"Just kidding, Young-ae."

The laughter of the youngsters resonated so loudly that even people from afar
could look back.

Yulia's face, which was teased, turned red.

"You're more naive than I thought.’

That's enough for a little revenge.

Eve didn't want to cause a major friction and lose the marquis's forbidden
roof.

Eve made a social comment, handing juice as a gesture of reconciliation.

"Amelos has a reputation for his good eye. If I have a chance later, I would
like to have a long conversation and learn about the eye of eternity."

In social circles, "if we have a chance" seemed to mean that we should not
see it as much as possible because it seems that there will be no chance
forever.

Yulia would also have understood.

It was time for Eve to wait for the proper empty words to return.

Julia, who sipped the juice, answered, blushing.

"Well, now that you mention it, I can't help but send you an invitation."

"•••••Yes?"

"I'll help you not to put on gold decorations to Lord Agneto, who looks better
in silver than gold. In addition, I will give you a systematic explanation of the
current trend at your level."

"Joo, thank you for the juice. Then I'll leave you alone, Your Grace."

"Oh, yeah... Take a look, Mr. Melrose."

Eve, who was left behind, could not hide her puzzled look. It was Michael
who evoked her spirit.

"Your taste was binding.”

"……you don't have to take your social comments seriously, Lord Agneto."

Eve avoided Michael's heavy gaze over the lace eye patch.

Then Michael whispered hastily in Eve's ear.

"At five o'clock, the four and the five come this way."

"Oh, my eyes have been aching for a while ago.”

One by one, the royal family gathered around Eve, who was watching the
banquet hall.

If you stay put, you won't be able to avoid a futile dispute.

"Can we get out of here without encountering each other?"

"Toward two o'clock."

Michael turned Eve's shoulder around and escorted her.

I feel like I'm being protected.’

I realized again that Michael was his direct knight.

"Eve••••••!"

Eve pretended not to hear the call of Hessia, the fourth empress, and hid
herself among the nobles.

And he made his way between the nobles at a rapid pace.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 28

"You can stop now."

It was not until I crossed the banquet hall diagonally that I could come to a
place where the imperial family could not be seen.

Eve, whose feet hurt because of the high shoes, stopped right in place.

It was only when I was about to take a rest. In front of his nose, a young
aristocrat greeted him with courtesy.

"I've been waiting for you, Your Highness 7."

What are you talking about when you just ran away and came out of
nowhere?

In front of the embarrassed Eve, the young man bent down with exaggerated
gestures and took an example.

"I've waited here without doubt for you to come to me. Alven Redmon, I
admire your insight into discovering undervalued talent!"

"What, wait, Albene Redmon?"

"Yes, Your Grace, speak."

Alven raised his head with his back bent. Wine-colored eyes filled with the
glow of excellence.

Only then did Eve start to look familiar to the young man's wiggly face.

Albene Redmon.

The identity of the young man, the second son of the Count of Redmon, who is
now a full-time administrator...….

"It's a prospectus in the future!’

Albene was the epitome of "Fair Wing Greetings" in common language,

taking over the management position as the background of Count Redmon
without due process of verifying his abilities.

After being demoted once, he became a cashier again thanks to his father's
power. From then on, he became an influential cashier and used all kinds of
embezzlement.

Eve was also one of his victims.

In my last life, I was so deprived of the budget and prize money that special
gifts came down at every imperial palace event, but I've never received them
before.

"I've tried several times to report corruption, but it wasn't easy to find
evidence because I cleaned up the back so well.’

Come to think of it, he was a very capable man in a particular field.

It was Michael's job to be wary of Alven while Eve was in tears recalling
her past life.

Michael stepped forward as if he were protecting Eve.

"Do you know her, Your Majesty."

The brain flutter was threatening.

Alven, pressed by Michael's spirit, hiccups. Nevertheless, no examples were

taken to show Eve.

Eve replied after a short thought.

"Yes, I know."

Eve took a deep breath.

Already, if you cause friction with the detective duck, who will be the
favorite of Count Redmon and the influential figure of the cashier in the
future, your second life can be difficult.

'I've been keeping an eye on who I'm in contact with. A quick-witted man
cannot turn to the enemy.’

Eve deftly made up a smile.

"Redmon Youngsik, nice to meet you. I've wanted to talk to you at least once
before."

"Laugh, Your Highness! As expected, I was one of your chosen talents.”

Where did Eve's whereabouts go? She looked genuinely moved by her
gregarious comments.

"I thought you'd let me off the hook without being misled by rumors."

"The rumor is...…?”

"Well, the unsavory rumor that I'm a winged man."

It was when I wondered what Alven said about himself. He said in a fit of
rage.

"Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! But it's okay now. Because I knew

there were people with insight like you. Alven, I won't be disappointed in the
world."

It was information that overturned what I knew.

Eve thought, trying not to look surprised.

Count Sanchez is famous for his bad relationship with Alven's father, Count
Redmon. So, is what Alven said true?’

It seemed credible. It was only when Alven was demoted to provincial office
that Count Sanchez defeated Count Redmon to take over as chief protocol
officer.

He was subsequently allowed to re-enter the palace with the help of Count
Redmon, but was not promoted and remained a junior official.

Alven, who is good at handling all kinds of high-dimensional things such as

double books, evidence concealment, and document manipulation, could not
have stood out in the cash register.

Just looking at what he says now, it is obvious that he is an honor-oriented

personality, but he cannot have wanted a promotion himself.

It was strange, by all accounts, not being able to escape junior management.

So, in your last life, Count Sanchez blocked your career and you were so
crooked?’

That's not to say that criminal activity is justified.

Based on the newly learned truth.

Eve's assessment of Roalben has changed.

There were some problems with personality, but it seemed worthwhile.

Eve decided to give Alven a chance.

"Redmon spirituality, you'd better go back to protocol, not be at the banquet
hall.”

"What? Most of the protocol work was done when the banquet began. Why?"

Eve's a step closer to Alven.

It was a minimum distance for a secret talk.

"A lot of sacrifices have been made to Rosie's snack today. Given that the
ritual was barely completed before the banquet, I suspect that the
unauthorized offering was also used considerably."

Like a piece of wise man's stone.

"The imperial family has no talent for alchemy, so only when the records
show that they used rare offerings do not stand up. Now, the whole protocol
is about the number and types of offerings used.

I'll be busy scaling back the record. I think Redmon English can help you
with this.…

"Oh, you saw it, Your Highness. That kind of paperwork is my specialty."

"Alas, I didn't see the wrong person. I'm sure you'll be able to handle things
so thoroughly that even cross-checking won't give us a clue."

"Your Highness••••••!"

Eve showed considerable acting skills and encouraged Alven to be

confident.

"If Alven Redmon were to step up to the plate, there would be no evidence
left. The fact that Rosie used a piece of wise man's stone for the Gantaek
ceremony will be buried forever. It's a shame Rosie did a good job, but if we
can rehabilitate a pervert duck.’

Yves urged Alven to weigh the gains and losses in a cool way.
"Go ahead and get in the eyes of the Chief of Protocol."

"Yes, ma'am! I will repay your trust!"

Eve slowly loosened her facial muscles as she watched Alven rush away.

The social smile was erased and the exhausted expression was slightly
reflected.

"Mika…… No, Lord Agnito."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Michael, who was called, immediately escorted Eve.

"Where can I take you?”

"Wait, like this."

Eve put more weight on Michael's arm.

The distance between Eve and Michael became closer, almost arm-in-arm.

Eve smiled awkwardly and whispered as Michael wondered.

"The heels I'm wearing now are more than half a bone high. Please
understand."

"Isn't it possible for an empress to use floating magic to reduce the burden on
her feet?”

"I can, but that's why I can't walk as elegant as a crane."

"I see."

In the meantime, Michael raised his right arm more tightly so Eve could lean
on him.

"I'll find a place to rest."

"No, we don't know when Rosie's coming. And it's almost over.”

Eve picked herself up again and looked ahead.

The next target was a group of six young boys and young people.

They were English scholars attending the Imperial Academy of Gnosis, who
had more than a hundred family backgrounds.

Among them were the son of Count Rindell, a member of the Imperial
Advisory Council, and the son of Marquis Limitielo.

Young-sik, who was associated with the Academy, did not appear often in
society, and even if they did, they were not separated because they were
stuck together.

Their unusually tenacious friendship was based on the commonality of not

having a title.

Monogamous aristocrats usually inherited titles from their eldest son or

eldest daughter.

The six English speakers gathered here were those who were pushed out of
power of succession on the grounds that they were not the oldest, despite
their excellent abilities and grand ambitions.

The bond was extraordinary.

"But two of them break both expectations and inherit their titles."

I had to make a connection. Eve ordered Michael with a serious face.

"Michael, please stand a little further this time."

"How come?"

"We need to lower the barriers to entry."

Beyond the lace eye patch, purple eyes cast a mysterious glow. But there was
no more explanation.

"I'll be back, Lord Agneto."

Eve walked with the escorting Michael's hands untied.

The toes and ankles were full of strength to create a more elegant walk than
ever.

Sipping wine cocktails, he talked to English-speaking scholars who were

showing off their school ties with stories about the Academy.

"Can I have a drink, too?”

In front of the six looking faces Eve calculated all the muscles in her face and
smiled.

The smile was quite attractive.

It was then that thick eyes began to fall on Eve's face.

Eve was willing to pretend she didn't know the naked gaze of observation so
that the English could fully appreciate Sedella's painstakingly decorated face.

"The social world is basically a marriage market.’

Young-sik attending the Imperial Academy and the Hwang-nyeo, who

cultivated her culture in the Imperial Palace, had nothing to be said to be a
point of contact.

Drastic means were needed to get the opportunity to dig into and have a
conversation between them.

In other words, it was best to take a faithful approach to the original purpose
of society.

"Even if you're a wench, you're a wench, but you won' And one out of six of
them will do. Only one person can get in there if I like.’
Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 29

Fortunately, the results were better than Eve's calculated expected value.

Two people responded.

"Oh, you must be Her Majesty. Do you like wine?"

"If it's weak, it's fine, Earl Rindell."

"That's a cramped seat is cramped. This way, come next to me, Your Grace."

"Thank you, Marquis Limitiel."

Count Rindell's funeral offered a low-intensity drink, while Marquis

Lemitiello's funeral offered a place.

'This is unexpected.’

Eve was surprised that it was Calix, the Marquis of Harpyll Lemitiel, who
led her to the sidelines.

As the leader of the alumni group, he was famous for having no manners
against women.

Whether Eve was the only one surprised or not, the faces of alumni who saw
Kalix in silence were a little strange.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"•••••No."

In any case, the desired purpose of using rational likability to gain the
opportunity to join the group has been achieved.

Now, just listening and getting out of the conversation was enough as a
society.
"I think you were talking about the Gnosis Academy, could you tell me about
it? I've always wondered about the academy where many people study
together because I'm taught alone in the palace."

"Aha, the Academy story? I don't know what to start with."

Eve made the conversation go well by herself, as she usually listened to it

and the conversation went well by itself.

There was only one problem.

"Your Grace, your glass is empty.”

"Take my glass this time."

"Next time, my cup...…

Youngsik started a practical joke. They kept offering Eve a drink.

Even though Eve, who is on standby, already had a glass of wine cocktail,
she even gave another glass in the other hand.

"You even played with the glass?’

Experience in his last life quickly showed Eve the difference between wine
and wine.

It was a wine cocktail with a little sparkling water mixed with wine to lower
the level to the third drink Eve had already had.

However, the fourth and fifth cups in both hands were made by mixing brandy
instead of sparkling water.

According to the royal court's code, it was considered rude to put down the
first glass one received without emptying it.

There is a way to hand over the glass to another reason who has never given
it to him, but he needs to pay by doing a certain favor.
"What's wrong, Your Grace?"

Marquis Youngsik, Marquis of Limitiello, swept over his blonde hair and
asked casually. The face was terribly abominable.

"Wow, you're a well-known bad guy.

Suddenly, it reminded me of the past. Eve was bullied by the royal family in
this way in her last life.

The upper-hand queens kept giving Eve a drink, and no one drank Eve's glass
instead.

Eve was saddened by it and once tried to increase her drinking capacity, but
her constitution simply couldn't accept alcohol.

"Your Grace, if you're tired, you can hand over your glass to me."

Eve was a little surprised at what Calix was saying.

Naturally, I thought it was a terrible joke to bully myself, so I didn't think

there would be an option to turn over the glass.

Eve's eyes narrowed as she watched Calix.

'Come to think of it, Limitiello didn't give me a drink. Then he's the only one
who can turn over the legal glass. What did you want me to do from the
beginning?'

Whether to play catch or not. Eve agonized as she looked into Calix's blue
eyes.

It was then.

"Your Grace."

The low middle and low notes, as if playing a stringed instrument, rang in my
ears. Eve looked back. There was Michael.
"I'll drink it for you."

"Oops."

Michael wrapped Eve's hand and gently took away the glass of wine.

And I passed two glasses of hard wine in a row.

He also drank wine in a different way.

The shapely curved lips kissed the wine glass, and the Mokuldae was quite
sensual.

Eve looked at Michael with anxious eyes.

"Sir Agnito, are you all right?"

"No problem."

It wasn't empty talk. Michael didn't change a single color even after he
emptied the solo.

Calix crumpled his brow when the plan went awry.

"I heard Homunculus is also trained to be immune to poison at the training

center, and I don't think alcohol is a problem."

"It's all about supporting the Lord as it is now."

The atmosphere between Calix and Michael was frigid. Eve felt the need to
patch things up.

"It was a pleasure, Youngsik. I'm going to get some fresh air. Then I'll leave
you alone.

Eve is here with Michael.

It escaped and climbed into the corridor on the second floor.

When I went out to the balcony of the marble overlooking the rose garden and
drew the curtains, a private space was created.

Then Michael opened his mouth as if he had waited.

"You told me to stand by, but my empress must have forgotten the existence of
her immediate knight."

"That's... ..I've never had a partner to help.

I didn't even think about standing."

"The last two cups were both deliberately elevated wines. Did you know
that?”

"Yeah. I've had a lot of similar pranks before."

"I see."

The purple eyes hidden in the eye patch sank.

Perhaps because of the imprinting, Michael could not lightly listen to Eve's
past with a smile.

"I'm strong in alcohol. I hope you will continue to hand over to me when you
unintentionally get a strong drink."

"Yes, I will. Thank you so much for earlier."

Eve expressed her sincere gratitude.

There seemed to be no offense to Marquis Limitiello's Young-sik, but he

didn't want to be fooled by a trick that seemed to have carried away the
harassment of the royal family.

In that sense, a little while ago, Michael.

The help of was a healing act of painful memories of the past life.
As Eve, I felt special.

"It's a wonderful thing to have my side."

Eve blushed slightly. She leaned her arms against the marble railing to cool
off.

The night breeze, smeared with grass and flowery scent in the garden, tickled
her lime-blonde. Michael watched the figure still.

While resting, Eve suddenly realized something strange.

It's been quite a while since the opera music ended, but the orchestra hasn't
played its next performance.

"What's going on at the banquet hall?"

It was when I felt like I could hear a murmur. Someone shouted loudly at the
banquet hall.

"The Eighth Empress, Her Highness Rosenit Nadia Hadelamid, and her
immediate knight Sir Sylvesteran Millard will enter!"

An elevated voice announced the late appearance of the main characters.

There was a separate route for the main character of the banquet. Rosenit and
Sylvestian appeared on the second floor of the banquet hall and descended
the spiral staircase.

Rosenit, who walks lightly and gracefully, and Sylvestian, who courteously
escorts her, were as beautiful as a painting.

Those who did so focused the attention and attention of the aristocracy.

"Oh, the Eighth Empress becomes more beautiful every year. Do you think
he's the right person?’

You've been looking good ever since your 14-year-old debut. How many of
you melt the heartache of English food.’
Look at the article next to it. Silver hair, that's a very special homoon clus.'

"No, that's not enough to suit Her Majesty the Eighth.’

"Of course, it's the Empire's white rose.’

Rosenit had a rather bright ear.

While being escorted, he looked at his partner Sylvestian with a romantic

look on the outside, pretending to focus only on him, but listening to the
whispering of the nobles.

'Yeah, very good.’

The praise for himself was sweeter than the scent of the full-blown white
roses and sweeter than the music of the orchestra.

He was also very pleased with the direct article he received.

The speciality of the silver-haired homunculus made Rosenit a great

accessory to enhance his eye and dignity.

I'm glad to have Sylvesterian Millard as my direct article.’

Although Silvestian was not imprinted, it was emotional to think of his

suffering during the Gantaek ceremony, but it was done safely thanks to a
piece of wise man's stone that Desmond II secretly brought.

Rosenit used the empire's white rose generosity to forget the past.

Rosenitte looked into Sylvestian's blue eyes covered by a lace eye patch and
asked quietly.

"How does it feel to be a direct knight of the Empire's White Rose,

Sylvestian?"

"I am most honored, Your Highness."

"I knew you'd say that."

Rosenite raised her chin a little higher and spoke with a proud face.

"Now that you're my direct knight, you'll have to get used to this attention."

"Remember, I will do no harm to your honor."

"It's not enough not to cause any trouble. As the best knight of the Imperial
Palace, you have to shine on me in society."

"I will not disappoint your expectations."

"Of course I should. You are a special knight of my choice."

At first glance, it sounded like trust and encouragement, but behind it was a
bluff that he would not admit it unless it was the best.

Silvestian was threatened and silently escorted Rosenite.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 30

"Rosenit Nadia Hadelamid, the Eighth Empress, greets the VIPs. I would like
to thank everyone who attended to celebrate my sixteenth birthday and the
choice of my immediate driver, and I hope you have a great time."

Rosenit, who arrived at the center of the grand banquet hall, greeted the
whole thing.

With a big round of applause, the true birthday feast began.

Rosenit sat on a chair decorated with white roses in full bloom. They greeted
the invited nobles one by one and handed out mousse cakes in wine glasses.

There was a long line ahead of Rosenite.

"Happy Birthday, Her Majesty, 8th Empress."

"Thank you, Baron Oberto. I hope you enjoy the feast.”

"That's a silver-haired homoon-clouse that suits the Imperial White Rose,
Her Majesty the Eighth Empress. Congratulations."

"Thank you for coming all the way, Count Pavellion."

The Imperial family also congratulated Rosenite.

Rubens the Four and Five, her followers, ignored the lines of the nobles and
stepped forward to show off her friendship with Rosenite.

Rosenite greeted their cut in line with a smile and frown.

"Lubens and Ika have also come. I'm so happy."

"Ah, Rosie. Do you know how long this brother has been waiting for you? It
took you a long time to have a snack, didn't it? Thank you for your hard
work."

"The silver-haired homunculus must have been a homunculus that was hard to
imprint. I don't know what a prize it is, but it's expensive! This brother needs
to teach him a lesson!”

The words Rubens and Icalis chatted to make friends stiffened Rosenite's
face.

This is because she advertised everywhere that her alchemy skills took a
long time to imprint.

"Those stupid brothers!’

The nobles, who had wondered Rosenite's late attendance at the banquet,
chatted, which troubled their hearingful ears.

It was Bridgette who helped such Rosenite.

"Happy birthday, Rosie."

"Oh, Betty!"
Bridgete led her own knight with other yellow women like a folding screen
to congratulate her.

Rosenit thought it was good, so he ignored Rubens and Icalis and faced
Brigitte.

"I didn't expect Betty to come. It's an honor."

"I'm surprised. It's the day my lovely sister had a snack, and I'm sure I'll
come here as an older sister. Aren't you?"

Bridgete pretended to be her usual sweet sister. It was entirely political

action.

Friendship with a well-known figure also has a positive impact on one's

reputation, so it was beneficial to see a friendly figure in the eyes of many
nobles.

It's even better to see the people in newspapers and gossip papers.

Bridgete actively reached out to Rosenit.

"By the way, Rosie, I heard you had a hard time greeting the best knight in the
palace. There have been many imperial ladies who have wanted Lord
Millard as their direct knight, but they have not been able to bear it because
of the difficulty of imprinting, but you have also succeeded as a member of
the imperial family. Congratulations."

"Uh……

It was made up to alleviate Rosenite's lack of talent.

Silvestian helped quickly instead of Rosenit, who was awkwardly hardened.

"I am sorry to bother you, Your Highness. I will make up for this disloyalty
with my future loyalty."

Silvestian has a polite example of a knight, blaming everything on his own

fault.
On one knee, he dropped a kiss of reverence on the back of Rosenite's hand.

The example of a polite and restrained article was as romantic as a scene in

a fairy tale.

Young-ae around me made a small squeal.

Envious exclamation brought Rosenite to his senses. Only then did she
understand the situation and smiled to her satisfaction.

"You're quite tactful. Yeah, this is enough.’

Rosenite sent Bridgete and other royal families off and was congratulated
again by the nobles.

About an hour later, the pyramid of mousse cakes almost bottomed out and
the long waiting line disappeared.

According to the law, Rosenit had to keep his place.

It was time to sit there smiling like flowers and spend time receiving
greetings from occasional nobles.

As boredom distracted me, I heard a murmur.

"Oh, I think the 7th Empress is going to say congratulations."

Rosenit was rarely suspicious of my ears.

It was unbelievable that my half sister, who only sent me an invitation out of
courtesy, attended the banquet.

Contrary to her expectations, she looked up and found a familiar face.

Eve was approaching under Michael's escort from the front of the line of
sight.

Rosenite was flabbergasted to see her half-sister walking in the colorful

chandelier light.
Eve's walk was so graceful.

The shoulders, waist, and steps that had always been excluded and ignored
were no longer found.

Rosenit himself was barely able to imitate her, with her confident posture,
elegant gestures, and a clear and straight stare, like a noble lady.

Then there was a murmur that made Rosenit uncomfortable.

"Is it because both of you heard the direct article at a similar time? I'm
looking forward to your conversation.’

Right. I feel like that, too. It's a strange confrontation.

Apparently Lord Millard is a great man, but Lord Agnito is just as great a
homunclus. He's also nicknamed a monster in public prison...…

'And the 7th Empress was amazing today. I thought the main character of
today's banquet was Her Majesty the 7th.’

That was unacceptable for Rosenite.

I can't believe I'm compared to a half-sister who is an innocent woman at a

birthday banquet that will be full even if I focus on herself.

Enmity rose for a moment in the ruby eyes of Eve. The eyes of the angelic
empire were not like white roses, but the only thing that saw them was
Sylvestian standing by.

In the meantime, Eve approached and congratulated.

"Hello, Rosie. Happy 16th birthday. May the empire bloom more splendidly
and beautifully as a precious flower. And congratulations on your direct
article.”

"Thank you for your kind words, Eve."

Rosenite answered soullessly and handed over the worst-looking mousse
cake.

Eve's celebration did not stop at Rosenite. Eve also offered Sylvestian
congratulations.

Now that he is a direct knight of an empress, he used honorifics in public

places as a gesture of respect.

"Sir Millard, congratulations on becoming a direct knight of the Empire's

White Rose. May your chivalry be with you forever."

"……thank you, Your Highness 7."

Sylvestian bent down with his hand on his chest. The answering voice was a
little low, as if it were locked, but no one noticed.

Rosenit's eyes were on Michael while Eve and Sylvestian had a short
conversation.

'This is Eve's direct article......who was called a public prison monster.'

Rosenit felt he cared about Eve from a while ago.

Perhaps because of his robes and lace eye patches, he had a dizzying
atmosphere to be a knight.

Rosenit did not hide his interest in Michael.

"Come to think of it, she heard the direct article. Can you introduce me?”

Eve wasn't inclined to say no.

"Oh, yeah. My immediate knight, Sir Michaelis Agnito."

"Micaelis Agnito meets Her Majesty the Eighth."

Michael leaned down with his arms around his chest.

It was impeccably perfect movement and was a perfect abridged manner in
the present situation.

But Rosenit remained undaunted.

"Rosie?"

It was not until Eve mysteriously called his name that there was a response.

Rosenit held out his left hand to Michael without saying a word. It was a
request to kiss the back of the hand with a formal example.

Rosie, what you didn't do.

Not only Eve, but all the nobles in the banquet hall who were watching
Rosenite thought the situation was unusual.

It was an open fact that Rosenit, the white rose of the empire, did not ask
anyone to kiss the back of the hand.

He was tired of being treated as a public good by aristocratic men, so he

never laid out the back of his hand first.

Eve was nervous. This is because I suspected that Rosenit, who had been
terribly obsessed with Michael in his last life, also fell in love with him at a
glance.

However, Michael was able to calm down quickly when he realized that he
was hiding his beauty.

You're just trying to flirt.

It happened from time to time.

Men who were naive and foolish in society used to fantasize even if Rosenite
did a little good.

Rosenit was well aware of that and enjoyed it deliberately.

After enjoying the ecstatic glory of being asked to kiss the back of the hand
by the white rose of the empire, the owner who originally served will feel
small.

Rosenite must have been playing tricks on Michael with such a confident
thought.

"You're pathetic, Rosie."

I was angry and dumbfounded.

By that time Eve felt Michael release his escorting hand.

'Oh, Michael...…

Once asked by Rosenit, an imperial family, there was no way to refuse as a

homunclus belonging to the imperial family who had completed the ceremony
of oath of allegiance.

Michael approached Rosenit and took a formal example of the article.

On one knee, he held Rosenite's hand dear and took it near his mouth.
Chapter 31
Eventually, the red lips touched the back of the white and fine hand.

It was a picture-like scene, but Eve's mood sank.

It was because something like a sense of loss was spreading from her empty
fingertips

"Say hello to Her Majesty the Eighth."

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Lord Agnito."

Only after being kissed on the back of the hand did Rosenite respond with a
bright smile.

Michael, who fully satisfied Rosenit, returned to Eve's side.

It was when Eve looked at Michael with a slightly somber eye. An amazing
scene was seen from her angle.

Michael cleverly scanned his lips while pretending to smooth the lace eye
patch.

"Did you clean it?"

Eve was surprised. Michael, who read the look of astonishment, whispered
quietly so that only she could hear.

"If it's not my empress, it's unpleasant."

Eve is the first man I've ever seen, a man who wipes his mouth even with the
glory of kissing the back of the Empire's white rose's hand.

It was so rude that if caught, a duel would take place. But Eve, to be honest,
was in a good mood and smiled unknowingly.
It was when Eve tried to wrap up her conversation with Rosenit.

A person who inspires tension appeared at the birthday banquet that flows
smoothly without a big accident.

"The Emperor is coming!"

"Blessed and honored to the sun of Hadelamide!"

Official greetings to the emperor filled the Hyacinth Grand Banquet.

"Everyone, raise your heads."

Desmond II straightened the aristocracy and went to the center of the grand
banquet hall.

Rosenit rose from his seat and welcomed Desmond II with pleasure.

"Blessed and honored to the sun of Hadelamide! I see your father. You're
here!"

"Happy birthday, Rosie. I'm here to take a look. Try to understand that Jim
can't be with you for a long time because of political affairs.”

"What do you mean, Dad? It wasn't enough for you to give me a banquet, so
you gave me up to an hour. I can't control my joy because I feel like I'm
pouring presents.”

"Huh, you too."

Desmond II's face was filled with pride as his eighth daughter welcomed him
with a pretty voice.

Eve, who was next to him, also took an example.

"I see the Emperor. Blessed and honored the sun of Hadela Mead."

"Hoh, is Eve there?”

"Yes, Dad. I was just giving Rosie my congratulations."

"Good for you."

Desmond II's face was full of gloating.

I was happy to see my troubled child attending the banquet hall in the form of
an impeccable yellow woman.

Desmond II spoke with Rosenite again.

"Roge, when the ball is over, follow the bell to the east of the Byeollgung
Palace. I made a garden out of white roses. It's my birthday present this
year."

"Oh, my God! I'm so happy, Dad!"

It was a symbol of favor that the emperor bestowed privately owned spaces
such as gardens and libraries inside the palace.

Rosenit was truly delighted that it was already the third garden.

The grand banquet hall was filled with exclamations from the aristocracy.

Eve was a little embarrassed.

"It's a bad time."

What would Desmond II stand by at the time of dropping off the garden at
Rosenite?

It was bound to be compared for no reason.

Even if Eve herself did not, there were many nobles who liked to talk.

Even Eve was rumored to be talented in alchemy, but was never given a
private lab.
There was no more perfect imperial woman than Eve to contrast with
favored Rosenite.

It was clear that socialite people would exaggerate today's events.

"Then you'd better act like an unfortunate empress who has never been
loved."

If you can't avoid gossip, you should have used it to your best advantage.

Eve looked down with a gloomy look on her face to make the best
performance for sympathy.

Due to deliberate eye contact, Eve could not see Rosenit glancing at her and
looking elated.

Instead, I felt clearly that Michael held the escorting hand tightly.

"Huh? Michael?

Eve soon understood his behavior because he was not a man to act against
the rules.

"You let me know you're on my side even with this little matter."

I slipped into a smile, forgetting that I had to put on a somber face.

I didn't mean to, but the smile was pretty poignant and affectionate.

Some aristocrats in the grand banquet sighed sighs.

At that time, Desmond II said something unexpected as he looked back at

Eve.

"Eve."

"Yes, my father."
"Tell me if you have anything you want. Jim will award you in honor of your
immediate appointment as a knight."

It was a situation that I didn't expect. Eve couldn't hide her surprise.

"Huh, dude. What a face to hear such nonsense. It's embarrassing that Jim has
been berating you for neglecting you."

"Oh, no, Dad. I didn't mean it, but I didn't expect you to do me any more
favors because I took the gold coins you gave me last time."

"Oh, my God. Jim's daughter can't be more than thrilled with just one gold
box. Anyway, if you want anything, tell me. If it's sudden, I'll give you time to
think."

Eve shook her head after a moment of contemplation.

"No, I just happened to need something."

"Oh, yeah. Tell me.”

"I'd like to move, Abama."

I didn't ask for a lab.

It was a gift that I would have wanted only in my last life as a room wise
man's room. It was different now that my future dream has changed.

"Hmm? Where are you? You don't like your place?"

"With all due respect, it's a little uncomfortable because it's small. I hope it's
a separate powder room where you can store clothes and accessories, and a
sunny balcony where you can enjoy the beauty of the palace."

"Wait, what, so you don't have a powder room in your place?"

"Yes."
"Ha! Isn't there a powder room in her place? What the hell are imperial
officials doing?!

Desmond II was ordered into the grand banquet hall.

The nobles trembled and bowed to the voice of anger.

Eve didn't think Desmond II had ever been completely unaware of his
situation.

When it was revealed that he had neglected his child, he would have been
embarrassed and asked to clean up the officials.

Eve soothed Desmond II, knowingly.

"Don't be so hard on me, Dad. When I was with my maid, I didn't have a big
problem, so the inside of the palace probably didn't know my situation.

It's only recently that we decided to increase the size of our livelihood by
bringing in our own articles and increasing the number of users."

"That's true, though. How can the imperial woman's place fall short of
aristocratic love?"

"My father...

That's enough, Eve said, swallowing in her throat.

"Isn't it Rosie's birthday today? It's a happy day, so I beg you to take your
anger away."

"Hmm. Eve, you're right. It's Rosie's birthday, so I have to put up with it."

Desmond II, who softened his anger as if he had waited, looked happy.

Isn't the seventh daughter, who was rumored to be unable to live in the
imperial palace, treating herself with the same sense of humor and speech as
a 10-year socialite?
Desmond II had just called in the chief of the palace to have a few words.

Then he announced in a solemn voice.

"Give Ivien Rose, Chloe Hadelamid, the 'Room of the New Green' in the
Eastern Star Palace."

The grand banquet hall was in turmoil.

Desmond II's state of mind must have affected the gift as well.

This is because the room with the name symbolized a deeper affection than
the garden and library.

"Oh, my God, Father."

Eve held the hem of the dress and bowed deeply to express her gratitude.

At times like this, Desmond II also liked not to say no to being tactless
enough.

"I'll have to go see if I move."

"It's more joy than joy. I'll have a car ready for you and wait. Please come."

Eve warmly welcomed Desmond II's onerous visit.

It was highly likely that Desmond II would stop by his child's room because
he was not a good father anyway.

"Are you sure you want to come?’

With that mind, I pretended to be happy with all my heart and soul. Thanks to
this, the friendly father and daughter were created.

"Then I hope you enjoy the rest of your time.”

"Blessed and honored to the sun of Hadelamide!"

Desmond II left the banquet hall as if he had finished his duties.

Eve was also trying to get out of course.

So as soon as I turned my head towards Rosenite to say hello, I saw

something unexpected.

Today's main character, who should be smiling like a flower, was hardening
his face.

The pink ruby-like eyes encountered Eve flashed a moment of anger.

'Ah.'

At that moment Eve realized an important fact.

Today, Desmond II had more conversations with Eve himself than Rosenite
did.

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Episode 32

Chapter 7. Social flowers bloom in the secret room.

When Desmond II publicly showed his love, many nobles were anxious to
talk to Eve.

Eve was besieged by the nobles surrounding her, and after a long time she
was barely able to escape.

Michael showed concern by escorting Eve to the corner of the banquet hall.

"Does your leg hurt a lot?"

"A little."

"I need to find a place to rest.”

"There are plenty of places to rest. Let's go to the Pearl Shell Room."

It was the first room I've ever heard of, but Michael was immediately able to
guess.

"That's what you call the ballroom's secret shelter.”

"As expected, you know right away."

"Theories are all educated.”

At banquets and proms, men and women are bound to rise, and due to the
nature of the imperial palace, which loves debauchery and decadent culture,
the affairs between men and women are not broken unless they are an affair.

Thus, in the Imperial Palace, small rooms were set up in the hallways of the
banquet hall in consideration of married people, fiancés, and sometimes
single lovers.

It was a gentle place to rest, but if a single man and a woman were caught
entering the room together, they had to be prepared for the gossip the next
day.

In other words, the "Jinju Shell Room" was a square place for men and
women recognized by the Imperial Palace.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to practice.”

"I see."

Michael's face under the eye patch was expressive, so I couldn't tell if he
was relieved or thoughtless.

Went into a deep, dark hallway. Then several layers of velvet curtains were
seen hanging at a certain distance.

When you pull this curtain back, it was the pearl shell's room.
"There's also a taste in the hallway, but I don't think they're doing that today
because it's a banquet with a minor is the main character."

At the end of Eve's explanation, the guard, Homunclus, approached.

"Would you like to go in?"

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Hm.

It was more appropriate to say that a small resting place created by making
deep space on the wall was a bed than a room.

On the high floor like the podium was a large, clam-shaped velvet couch (a
sofa close to the bed), with a small chandelier emitting a dim light on the low
ceiling, creating a romantic yet bizarre atmosphere.

Eve's in the pearl shell room.

Deeply buried the virtual body.

Michael did not go in. I couldn't share a bed-like space with the empress.

Unless it is intended to be faithful to the secret duties of the immediate knight.

"I'll stand outside."

"Okay."

Eve also did not recommend it again because she understood that part.

The two had a conversation with a velvet curtain between them.

"Quiet, is there no one but the Empress and I?"

"No, there are quite a few people who are using it now. It's a sign that a gold
cord is in use."
"I can't hear anything."

"I can soundproof a step ahead. The sound inside, the sound outside,
everything can be blocked.”

"Oh, I see."

Only then did Michael realize the existence of boundaries was he a little
embarrassed. Eve smiled as if she understood.

"Michael is specialized in attack magic. I could be weak in the magic of

boundaries."

Michael wondered how Eve knew his specialized field well, but the story
that followed changed the subject.

"Did she say she majored in living magic?"

"Yes, it's my specialty to learn a wide and shallow range of magic and
combine it with each other. So I've learned a lot of boundary magic for the
purpose of arson and waterproofing. But it wasn't as good as the attack
magic. I'm not cut out for it."

"Is your academic achievement limited? I'm sorry."

"It's not too deadly. It's meaningless in the magic of life, because even if you
apply it, it becomes an attack magic."

"I'm glad to hear that's right. And I think it's a good thing.”

"Huh?"

"Now that I am your sword, you will not have to fight for yourself."

The word promising protection was quite touching. Knowing that it was
nothing but a dry comment that the imprinted immediate article would
normally recite, Eve was elated.

"Yes, you have to protect me. Make sure"

"Of course."

Suddenly Eve wanted to ask a mischievous question.

"Oh, yes, how do you feel about seeing the Empire White Rose in person?"

"You don't look like you at all."

"Yeah, they both look like their mothers. Anyway, Rosie, you're pretty,
anyway?

"The portrait was intact. I felt that fame was not in vain."

Michael's answer, which immediately pops up without hesitation, was dull.

At first glance, Rosenit's beauty seemed not to be very impressed. He even

expressed a slight displeasure as he recalled his first encounter.

"But I don't know why you're holding the back of your hand in front of your
immediate driver."

It reminded Eve of Michael, who was secretly wiping his lips after a kiss on
the back of his hand.

It wasn't much, but it was a very pleasant scene for Eve.

She had a hard time holding back her laughter behind the velvet curtains.

"Hwangnyeo, are you all right?"

"Ugh…… it's okay…"…

Around that time, applause broke out from the grand banquet hall so that it
could be heard deep in the hallway.

The pearl shell room with Eve did not block the sound outside, so you could
hear it.
Eve had a rough idea of the situation at the banquet hall. It seemed like a
ceremony was held to cut a huge birthday cake and burst champagne.

Eve raised her upper body and sat back down.

"It's time for my last job. Please, Michael."

Michael immediately understood if there was anything he had said in

advance.

"I'll bring in the most important guest of the day."

Michael stepped aside with a courtesy towards Eve beyond the velvet
curtain.

Left alone, Eve recalled the occasional glory at the grand banquet hall.

Count Yeong-ae, who has light brown hair, was unable to melt into the joyful
banquet atmosphere.

She just emptied her glass of wine with a nervous face in the corner of the
banquet hall.

Count Anais Luciard.’

She was the one who was about to help raise Eve's funds.

Empty glasses piled up on the table next to Anais.

The taste or aroma of the wine was not felt, but Anais was still thirsty and
could not control his hand holding the glass.

Anais was the only daughter of Count Luciard, who owned a building
materials company.

The social world has already treated her as Countess Lucheard, and the
surroundings have always been awash with the love and honor of wanting to
be acquainted.
But today Anais wasn't in the mood to socialize leisurely.

'Oh, my God. Really, my God.’

The reason why Anais is restless.

That was entirely because one business delegated by the imperial family was
on the verge of destroying the family.

Hadelun, the emperor, is so large that the emperor cannot take the whole
picture.

Therefore, the burden of governance has been reduced in the form of

awarding profitable public projects to meritorious subjects or delegating
them to aristocratic families.

Anaise's family, Luciard, started a business last year on the recommendation

of the third empress Bridgette.

It was a public bath project operated by constructing public baths throughout

the Yellow Island to promote the hygiene of the residents.

The expected profitability was not very good, but it was gladly accepted
because it had an honorable justification to contribute to the welfare of the
Imperial Island.

'My father fell for the sweet talk of the third empress, so he easily stamped
the family seal.’

Not long after Count Luciard began construction of the facility, a problem
arose.

Providing hot water is key to the bathhouse business.

At this time, it was not fire that heated the water, but had to use a marble.

In Hadelun, fire was banned at workplaces other than small restaurants and
workshops to prevent arson.
The problem was that the price of Ma Jeong-seok has risen sharply since the
beginning of this year.

If the government operates a public bathhouse for only the entrance fee set by
the imperial court, the deficit will snowball.

Even if Luciard poured all of its profits into the bathing business, the
operating deficit could not be filled.

"And yet the 3rd Empress doesn't meet anyone in my family.’

Anaise wrote to Bridgette several times and contacted him to discuss the
matter, but he did not reply no matter how long he waited.

I felt anxious, so I made a request to the imperial palace to see Desmond II.

However, officials from all parts of the protocol only answered that it was
impossible.

In the end, the only place Anaise could lean on was Bridgette, the silent
answer.

Anais participated in today's banquet to meet Bridgette. But Bridgete was

blatantly avoiding Anais.

'Third Empress will sit on her hands in the crisis of our family. I'm so
desperate.'

Business delegated by the imperial family was a promise with the emperor,
so failure to keep it would result in severe punishment.

It would be somewhat considered to say that he tried his best, but in the
process, writer Luciard Baek had to sell not only his business but also his
spirit and title.

In short, it is a crisis of destruction.

"Sigh••••••
Anaise's hand found the hard wine again.

Then someone handed her a glass of ice water in front of her.

"Count, it's good to drink water when you're thirsty."

"Never mind...…, homunculus?"

Anais' eyes grew bigger when he found a knight with black hair covering his
eyes with an eye patch.

At first glance, while she was receiving ice water, the driver introduced
herself and said something.

"My name is Michaelis Agnito, serving Her Majesty the Seven. My lord
wants to meet Count So."

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"The 7th Empress, me?"

"Yes."

"I can't leave my seat...…

Anais shut up and said nothing.

This is because I suddenly had a meeting with the action of waiting for
someone who was not willing to meet me.

Then Michael said something that penetrated her mind.

"Say Your Highness will never waste his time.

You did."
Is it because it was comforting to a person who was wasting time on his
own?

Anais felt strongly that he should not refuse.

"I'll be fine if it's a momentarily. Please guide me."

"This way."

Anais was escorted out of the grand banquet hall by Michael.

A row of rooms of pearl shells was seen in the dark and deep double
corridor.

The selected place seemed to imply that the upcoming meeting might be a
secret alliance.

Michael stopped walking in front of a red velvet curtain marked in use.

"Enjoy your journey. I'll be waiting here."

"Yes……

Anais gulped dry saliva as she looked at the layered curtains for a long time.

For some reason, I was nervous and sobbed deeply.

I slightly pulled the string hanging next to the curtain. The clear bell rang
quietly and the curtain was pulled back.

The man sitting on the couch greeted Anais with a smile.

"Welcome, Count Luciard."

"Oh, Anais Luciard sees Her Majesty the 7th Empress."

"Sit comfortably."

"Thank you."
It is no exaggeration to say that the true protagonist of today's banquet was
indeed there.

It was true that the absurd Hwangnyeo, who had no presence and was often
ignored before, suddenly turned into a lady of 10 years.

The calm dignity was felt in the image of the Hwangnyeo sitting with her
waist straightened.

"By the way, why did he call me?’

I kept thinking about it while coming to Jinju Shell's Room, but Anais
couldn't think of anything that could be a point of contact between Eve and
himself.

A mysterious light came to Anais' sky blue eyes.

Eve, who saw this, smiled and opened her mouth.

"I think it's better for Count So to tell you something before you start
worrying about it. I know that Count Luciard is in great danger because of

the imperial mandate. I asked you to meet me because I thought I could help
Count So."

It was a hope found in a totally unexpected place. Anais couldn't hide her
excitement.

"Are you going to let me meet your third empress?”

There was a need to rectify the misunderstanding. Eve asked calmly again.

"What are you going to ask when you meet the 3rd Empress?"

"That's it, of course, and I'm going to ask you to lift the restrictions on
firearms."

It's been a long time since the traditional way of heating fire, not magic,
gained a cost advantage as the price of marbles soared.
If fire becomes available in public baths like small businesses, they will be
able to avoid deficits.

That was the breakthrough Anais thought of.

But Eve said with a sorry face.

"I guess you didn't know. The 3rd Empress recently put up a bill to her father
to tighten anti-fire restrictions in the capital. The 3rd Empress is doing
exactly the opposite of Count Little's expectations."

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Anais had no choice but to swallow his breath in shock.

In the meantime Eve spoke in a cautious tone in consideration of her.

"Didn't Count Little find it strange? The mining rights of Ma Jeong-seok mine
are exclusively managed by the imperial family. It's been since early this year
that the price of horsestones began to rise, but the decline in mining volume
must have been detected before that. It's hard to imagine that the 3rd Empress
didn't know when she left her bathing business to Count Luciard."

"Doe, why on earth would the third empress give us...…

Eve opened her mouth calmly.

It took quite a long story to answer Anais' question.

"Luciard's construction control business is highly trusted, and he's on good

terms with architects' workshops and architects' guilds. Building materials
exclusively distributed like silver cypress.

I heard that you also have a lot of patented architectural technology such as
glass dome. Count Luciard is the first person that comes to mind when it
comes to the architects of the zodiac."

"I'm flattered, Your Grace...…

"Lately, he's been interested in Haddelun's pioneering and reconstruction
projects. Sooner or later, you will try to expand the area of Hadelun, clean up
the slums and old Earth, and build a water supply and sewage system. The
size of the business is very large."

"Oh, well, even if the bathing business is in the red……!”

"No, the third empress won't let that happen."

"What?"

"The 3rd Empress plans to drive all the building business up to Chancellor's,
making a huge profit."

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The Chancellor was one of the top three in the Empire, and was also the
place to fund Bridgette.

At the moment when the name of such a top was mentioned, Anais felt
goosebumps all over his body.

Eve continued to explain to her, who had hardened.

"Chansley Top is trying to acquire a building company. You'll have to have

some resources to be entrusted with business in the imperial court. But the
top of Chansley is running out of money right now. So……

"So you're going to ruin my family's business and then take it over at a
bargain price!"

Indeed, Anise, who is called Count Little, was clever.

Thanks to that Eve didn't have to tell the brutal conclusion from her own
words.

"How could you...…how can a third empress do that to my family?…!”

"Count Lucia de So..."…

Of course Anais was overwhelmed with betrayal and anger. She gnashed her
teeth, glaring into space.

"I can see why we're running out of funds at the top of Chancellor's.

Didn't you hoard Ma Jeong-seok?"

"Yes, the 3rd Empress already knew. However, it is difficult to get to know
the hoarding, so we can't sell it right now, so we have a temporary financial
difficulty.”

"Ha! What's wrong with my family right now, and I can't believe I'm using it
to hoard..."…!”

Anise's hands folded over the dress were trembling.

Tears filled my bright blue eyes as if I couldn't overcome my anger.

Anais confessed with a troubled face. Before I knew it, anger had turned into
a sense of shame.

"I was stupid. I can't believe you're trying to trust the 3rd Empress even in
this situation. At this rate, it's like I messed up Luciard...…Ugh……

"It's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up."

Who can easily accept the fact that Bridgete has become the prey of a big
shot? Eve consoled her with all her heart.

"Excuse me, Count So."

As Anais' tremors rarely subsided, Eve decided to borrow magical powers.

Eve approached Anais closely and placed her hand over her trembling hand.

Warm magic energy flowed into Anais through contact.

"Oh…… Thank you, Your Highness."

With the power of the magic of stability, Anais was able to calm down.

The sky blue eyes that shed tears headed for Eve. There was a spirit of the
future count in his eyes.

"I remember what you said at the beginning of the conversation. Your
Highness, I'm sure you can help our family.”

Eve nodded.

"Yes, if you invest in the initial costs, you'll have a trick to deliver hot water
at a lower cost."

"I'll pay enough for the name of the Luciards. Please tell me the way."

Eve smiled at her desperate eyes.

Now it was her turn to help her last life.

"In short, it's a way to take the heat from somewhere else and use it."

"Please elaborate."

"Well, I see. I don't mean to bother Count Soh, but let me explain the
surrounding story for a moment."

Last life gave the right answer, and the solution needed to persuade was
Eve's job.

She has been in and out of the library, collecting and organizing materials by
heart. Then I started painting in the air with my index finger lifted.

A white light left an ink-like trajectory at her fingertips.

"The most important thing about middle-class people is bread. In the old
days, bread was baked directly in each household, but now it's baked in food
bakeries throughout the system and served to each household. Almost every
bakery turns its oven all day to meet its supply. The heat generated here is
overflowing. So…… you can build a water tank near the oven and connect
the pipes to supply hot water."

"That's the way...…!”

Anais, who was explained, was stunned.

She stared blankly at Eve's paintings of pots and pipes and opened her mouth.

"Oh, my God... why haven't I thought of that before?"”

"So far, I've been able to use the marbles for a reasonable price. There was
no one coming up with a way to increase efficiency of use.”

After disposing of the Maryong Galamut 200 years ago, the deposits of the
Majeongseok mine, which was made by the crystallization of Maryong's
body, were enormous.

Ma Jeongseok was distributed cheaply, raising the standard of life for the
Empire.

But when there is light, there is darkness.

Eve lowered her eyes and added.

"If you have a personal wish, I hope that even if the distribution volume of
marbles is normalized, you will not be able to underestimate the value of the
mined marbles."

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"I'm saying that I'm going to underestimate the value.

"You don't get a free pass. It's just that the cost is being paid at someone's
expense, so it's invisible to us.”
It was clear that the remarks were made with Homunclus in mind who was
working at the mining site.

He is also known as an imperial heretic.

It was like the 7th Empress.

Strangely, however, Anais found herself trying to accept Eve's words, rather
than feeling repulsed.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Eve then quickly turned the subject around, realizing that she had revealed
her inner thoughts.

"In addition to bakeries, there are other ways to use kilns in ceramic
workshops. The public bathhouse in District 17 is also close to the

'artisan street' where the workshops are concentrated. You can refer to it
when you modify the design chart."

"Oh, you're right. The kiln temperature is much higher than the oven."

Eve shook her right hand to erase a picture of light in the air.

"Have you been of enough help, Count So?"

"Enough is not enough. Your Highness is a benefactor who has given us

wisdom to save our family. As Luciard's cattle owner, I thank you with all my
heart."

"I'm glad."

Eve smiled broadly. It wasn't for social use, but a sincere smile.

This is because one absurd and terrible past has been corrected.

In his last life, writer Luciard Back has not shied away from bankruptcy.
Everything is taken up by Bridgete's ploy, and Count Luciard's business is
absorbed entirely into the top of the Marquis of Chansley.

In the process, the bathing business was also transferred to the Marquis of
Chansley, which, in contrast to Luciard's time, provided support by lifting
fire prevention regulations for Chansley, his money reduction.

Chansley's public bath business, which has gone smoothly with the power of
power, is a huge success, trending the bathing culture throughout Hadelun.

Not only aristocrats but also emperors were influenced by the culture of the
common people.

Desmond II removed the marble tub he was moving into his bedroom and
built a large and colorful bathtub for the emperor.

Of course, the honorable person in charge of construction was Marquis

Chansley.

"When Count Luciard heard the news, he was overcome by injustice and
killed himself.’

If it had ended here, the bathing business would have ended in misfortune and
tragedy for a family that had become a political scapegoat.

But that wasn't the end of the Marquis de Brigitte and Chansley karma.

One of the successful public baths is burned down in a big fire.

The cause of the fire was poor fire management. This was due to the fire
protection regulations that Bridgette excessively lifted.

The catastrophe killed more than 300 people, and the ruined public
bathhouse became a huge funeral hall.

But Bridgete didn't take responsibility, nor did he reprimand the Marquis of
Chansley.’

It should not have been repeated.

It is important to cut off Bridgette's funding stream and secure his own
funding stream, but the future where the lives of the believers are sacrificed
should not be left to the flow.

Around that time, Anaise's luscious voice lifted Eve out of her mind.

"Your Highness has extended his support to our family, and I must return your
favor. Is that what you want, Your Grace?"

"Alas, I think Count Soe knows that I'm working on alchemy. Thank you for
the good offer, but what I want is something else."

"Tell me what it is, Your Grace."

"I want to do business with Count Little."

"Business?"

Anaise opened her eyes round.

It was a natural response that a wise man in the corner of the room, who had
been neglecting social activities until recently, said he would do business
that was more active and outgoing.

Eve came up with the offer, looking confident as she had been prepared for a
long time.

"I'm very interested in the public bath business. Hot water bath is not just an
act of cleanliness, but a culture that relieves body fatigue and is expected to
be settled in Hadelun. And if it goes according to my expectations, there's a
business that will inevitably evolve together."

"What kind of business is it?”

"It's a soap business.”

An interesting light came into Anais' eyes.

Encouraged by good signals, Eve continued more enthusiastically.

"Not with regular soap. The soap used by commoners is of low quality, so it
is no different from laundry soap used by aristocrats. People with bad smell,
poor foam, and weak skin can peel off."

"That's why you want to invest in the high-end soap business.”

"Yes, it's also an opportunity to supply good soap to the people. I will take
over the workshop and make soap with the recipe I researched myself.

I'm confident."

In fact, since the bath business was booming in his last life, Eve began her
hobby of making soap and moisturizing creams by utilizing her alchemy and
t-blending skills.

As it was an area of interest, it also knew all the popular product lines at the
time. It was an investment that had no choice but to succeed.

In Eve's firm eyes, Anise seemed to have sensed success. She nodded
seriously.

"All right, let's start with soap, and if it's well received, we'll stretch it to
other bath products."

"Thank you for your positive reply, Count So."

"It's no wonder thank you. I'm glad I found a good place to invest."

It was time for Eve and Anais to exchange smiles. Suddenly, Eve opened her
mouth again as if she had something in mind.

"One more thing, there's another business that's more likely to develop when
the bathing business gets better."

"What is it?"

Anais also glowed at the question of whether there was another area to make
a profit. But from now on, Eve's story was not bright and hopeful.
"It's a prostitution business.”

"It's a place where men and women become naked, so there are people who
have that desire. And this kind of business makes a fortune in the dark."

Eve's memory of his past life crossed his mind.

Under Bridgete's acquiescence, the Marquis of Chansley actively engaged in

prostitution in the dark, attracting enormous wealth to raise Bridgete's black
money.

The activation of prostitution has ruined Haddelun's security.

The area around public baths where brothels were formed became a hotbed
of crime, and kidnapping and trafficking were rampant to procure girls and
boys to be sexually exploited.

It was practically the same as the resurrection of slavery.

Around that time, Anais opened his trembling lips after staring at Eve for a
long time.

"Your Grace."

"Go ahead, Count So."

"With all due respect, our Luciard family will never touch prostitution."

"That's a good commitment. As expected of you I want to work."

Anaise sighed deeply in relief when she heard the answer.

Eve, who saw this, asked in a laughing voice.

"Oh, you must be nervous, thinking I'm offering prostitution?"

"Well, I'm sorry. Just in case......unintentionally, I insulted your honor in my

head."
"No, I'm sure he's seen a lot of people show up in front of money, so that's a
fair doubt. By the way, that was a courageous statement."

"Cow, I'm sorry...…

Because of a small misunderstanding, Eve and Anise were able to understand

each other's feelings. Confidence has risen.

Jinju Shell's Room was good for a brief secret talk, but it was not suitable
for a long discussion.

Eve was about to wrap up the secret meeting.

"Then let's talk about the details separately, Count So."

"Yes, ma'am, if you don't mind, I'll be right in early tomorrow morning."

"No, the palace has many eyes and ears. As usual, you're in a situation where
you have to wait anxiously for the letter of the 3rd Empress. But what if you
suddenly came to see me? There's nothing good about informing the palace of
that fact.”

"What would you do then?"

"I'll send my maid to the townhouse on Luciard Street. If you have a maid
who has come to deliver a bouquet of yellow Ludvechian flowers, please
greet her with respect."

Cedella has a lot of work to do.

"Dear Count So, you must have had a hard time resting. I'd like to tell you to
go home early and rest, but I'd like you to stay at the ballroom longer because
I have to deceive the eyes and ears of the third empress."

"Yes, but I was going to leave after showing my nervousness to the

ballroom."

Anaise's answer was grim.

Never wanted but now she was doomed to antagonize Bridgette.

In order to protect his family and his family, he had to keep his head above
water.

"It was such a valuable time. Then I'll leave you alone, Your Highness."

"Take a look, Count So."

The results of the encounter with Anais were successful. Eve felt relaxed.

I buried myself deep in the couch for a moment, closed my eyes and rested.

"Michael, it's over.”

I couldn't hear an answer.

"Michael'?"

Feeling strange, Eve leaned back her velvet curtains and poked out her head.

But there was no sign of Michael waiting outside.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 35

Michael was waiting right in front of Pearl Shell's room while Eve was
having a secret affair with Anais.

Michael's posture of keeping his seat was not disturbed.

Michael's standing motionless appearance, which was decorated with

colorful decorations, was likely to be mistaken for a statue made by grinding
the soul of art.

If nothing had happened, he would have remained faithful to his duty as a

direct driver in its beautiful form.
But there is a problem.

"Sir Agnito?"

"……See you again, Your Royal Highness, 8th Empress."

What brought a woman who was supposed to be in the brightest place in a

pure manner to this dark hallway?

She was even alone now.

"Suspicious."

Rosenit was approaching him with gentle steps while Michael was doubting
in many ways.

Michael's eyes covered by the lace eye patch naturally narrowed.

I felt it from the beginning, but strangely enough, Michael was displeased
with Rosenit.

Of course, the empire's white roses, which have been loved and favored all
their lives, had no insight into other people's displeasure.

Rosenit asked, looking at Michael with his interstellar eyes.

"Is Eve in there?”

"He's resting alone."

"You're not going in with me? That's a direct article.

No matter how naive and good he was, the question was, why not perform
his secret duty as a direct knight?

For Michael, this kind of naivety was counterproductive.

He regarded the empress in front of him as truly abominable.

Michael responded with a question, even though he thought it was against the
law.

"Isn't Her Majesty the Eighth with Lord Millard?"

"I came out to get some fresh air."

"The Eighth Empress is a noble woman to wander alone. Please always keep
close to Lord Millard."

"If you're so worried, Lord Agnito can escort me."

It was a fiasco, and Michael almost went silent.

Michael, who took an oath of allegiance, could not refuse an imperial request
or order.

And I didn't want to make a mistake of interrupting Eve's conversation with

Anais because I was allowed to do so.

"Willingly."

Michael approached Rosenit and held out his right hand.

The moment I felt that I didn't want to see a triumphant light rising in my pink
eyes, my fingertips touched me.

At the moment Michael had to clench his left fist until nobody knew it.

It was a terrible feeling of displeasure.

I felt the sensation when I kissed the back of my hand, but I couldn't get used
to it.

It was really weird.

I was more squeamish than I was when I was conscious of my oath of

allegiance to Desmond II.
At this point, I wondered if the woman in front of me was his natural or
enemy of his past life.

"Sir Agnito?"

"……I'll take you to the garden,

Your Highness."

Michael persevered in his displeasure and escorted Rosenite outside the

building.

I went into the garden, a long time after the night had already fallen.

The hydrangea's hedge road, which had just begun to open a white peak, was
quiet and elegant.

But Michael didn't have the mental composure to feel that way.

Every step was like an ordeal.

So I want to go around and finish it quickly, but the road was longer than I
thought.

In the meantime, Rosenit was narrow and slow, perhaps because he had no
intention of walking properly.

"You walk too fast, Lord Agneto."

"I'm sorry, Your Grace."

"You're so reticent."

"I'm sorry for that, too."

It was time for Michael to walk with all his nerves focused on not slapping
Rosenit's hand.

Suddenly Rosenite stopped at his seat.

"Sir Agnito."

Thankfully, Rosenit took the hand that was escorted first.

Only then did Michael feel breathless.

But the next moment, the fleeting sense of liberation came back all the more
torture.

"I'd like to see you take off your blindfolds."

"Will you allow me?”

It really couldn't have been permission to ask Homunclus, who wasn't

around.

The fact is that Rosenit herself knows well, but even though she didn't hear
back from Michael, her hands were already approaching the eye patch.

Michael felt a great deal of disapproval as he looked at Rosenit's hand

getting closer.

'Don't touch it.’

The white hands were terrible.

All Michael had in his head was that he didn't want to touch that hand.

But the body, pledged allegiance to Hadelamide's bloodline, was not

allowed to resist.

He couldn't move a finger now.

It was then.

"Michael!"

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An urgent cry broke the banter.

Only then did Michael's body move by will.

As I turned my head, Eve, who seemed to have been escorted by Sylvestian,

caught my eye.

Eve walked swiftly, with Sylvestian on her back, blocking between Rosinette
and Michael.

It looked as if it was trying to protect Michael.

The amber eyes toward Rosenit took on a fierce glow.

"I don't know why you took someone else's driver, Rosie."

"When I saw myself alone, Lord Agnito asked me to escort him first."

Michael felt both dismay and anger at the lips twitching with a good face.

What lie?’

Now that I see it, the purpose of trying to drive a wedge between myself and
Eve was clear.

'Emperor••••••

Michael anxiously examined Eve's complexion.

Luckily she didn't show signs of shaking at all.

"Sir Millard met me in the hallway looking for you. Why didn't you wait a
little longer?”

"I know. I'm sorry to hear that the roads were crossed.”

"Sir Millard is here with you, so enjoy the rest of your walk with your
driver."
"……that would be great.”

Michael and Sylvestian stood next to each other. Rosenit changed his words
as soon as he saw Sylvestian.

"I'm done taking a walk. Everyone will be waiting for me at the banquet hall,
so I have to go back."

"Let me serve you."

Rosenit looked at Michael's eye patch for a moment and turned away.

Silvestian escorted Rosenite out of the garden after a moment of silence from
Eve.

Eve looked around Michael when he was left alone in the hydrangea garden.

Michael opened his mouth first.

"It was a good thing you came at the right time.”

"When did you get here?"

"The Eighth Empress tried to take off my eye patch."

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Eve was astonished as if she had heard an unimaginable story.

However, there was no precedent for the royal family to try to relieve the pus
of the eye patch of other people's immediate knights before their own.

'Rodge••••••

Eve felt a surge of disquiet. But he didn't show off and comforted

"I'm sorry I left you alone.”

"It's not for the empress to apologize. I'll take you back to your place."
"Yeah."

After completing all the work they had to do, the two walked against the
banquet hall.

While the orchestra music gradually faded away, the moon in the sky softly
sprinkled light and saw them off.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 36

Chapter 8. The reason why the empress wants to build public values.

A week has passed since Rosenit's birthday.

Eve moved to Sinnok's room.

Sinnok's room was a mysterious garden-like place with pale emerald

wallpaper and silver birch wood.

In comparison to the previous houses, it not only had basic spaces such as
powder rooms and dining rooms, but also had a private office, and three
rooms for users and drivers.

Eve was particularly fond of the drawing room in the New Green Room.

The four pillars to the ceiling were decorated in the form of a lantern crest,
because it was made of crystal, which was very shiny and pretty.

It's growling.

There was tea water in a white teacup. Eve was currently in the Oval Office
writing a letter savoring tea incense.

Eve's shares have risen considerably in society since Rosenite's last birthday
banquet.
The evidence was pouring out invitations to a full basket of social churches
every day.

Reading all the invitations, deciding whether to attend, and sending a reply
became one of the daily routines.

Most of the time, Pioni leaves it to him, but in the case of an invitation from
an important person, Eve had to write it herself.

For example, the recipient of the letter I am writing now, "Dear Amelos
Youngae."

"Amelos Young Love really sent you a letter."

"Yes, he wants to choose a dress and accessories for the next royal banquet.
I'll have the chief designer of the finest salon, Madame Amelos, and the
jeweler of Amelos on standby, so please come to the town house."

Sedella glanced up her light brown eyebrows.

"This is my first letter to the Imperial family, and it's not a request for
permission to enter the palace, it's against the law."

"It's an old law. Amelos is a free-spirited man, so you have to understand."

After speaking, Eve felt a little embarrassed that the day had come when she
defended Yulia.

Sedella accepted the Jeju's wishes and no longer puked them.

"The nearest palace banquet is the first round."

"That's right."

"It's the most magnificent festival in spring, so I don't think it's a bad thing to
be helped by Amelos. From what we did at the banquet last time, it was a bit
rude, but I don't think it was malicious to you.”

"I think so, Sedella."

Nodding his head, Eve wrote a reply saying he would accept the invitation.

Glittering green ink contains elegant handwriting.

Sedella revealed her curiosity.

"Your Grace, the ink is unique."

"Oh, you're pretty, aren't you?"

Originally, it was a "pearl ink" that would become popular after Rosenit used
it about half a year later. Eve took the plunge and decided to lead the trend.

"I made it into Amelos' favorite color. I hope you like it."

Eve, who said so, was diligently writing social comments on the letterhead.

Sedella, who sneaked a look at the phrase "My heart delivered in Garnet ink
that resembles your eyes color," said seriously.

"I'd keep it for life."

"Hahaha."

After struggling with the letter paper for a long time, my wrist felt stiff.

Sedella has reported many things to Eve, who is resting over tea.

"Mrs. Penello's maid went this morning. He left for his estate in a hurry
today. After checking the policy and the embankment, he said he would send
you a letter with both regards.”

"Yeah. When you get a letter, make sure to deliver it. I'm going to write my
own answers."

"Yes, and Baron Laplier said he couldn't make it today because of the
second-quarter budget meeting. I'm terribly sorry, and I promised to bring
Baroness Laplier's special financier next time I visit."
"A new, daily visitor."

It seemed to be a leisurely afternoon after a long time due to the cancellation

of the schedule.

Sedella kept reporting.

"The sword requested by Ribble's blacksmith will be completed by the end

of next week. I think I'll be able to give Lord Agnito a present before the first
round."

"That's a relief."

"Lucheard's business is smooth. The construction of hot water and hot water
tanks will begin tomorrow, and it will take less than a month to complete.
The public bathhouse will be open by then."

"Then we'll have to get ready. Did you deal with the acquisition of the
alchemy workshop you mentioned earlier?”

"Yes, we've acquired the Green Potion Alchemy Workshop."

"Ah, you mean the place where the three siblings run for their father?"

The three young siblings were running a shabby herbal alchemy workshop on
behalf of their ailing father.

But children who were inexperienced in both potion manufacturing and

workshop management couldn't have done as well as their fathers.

A series of bad adults scammed the price of ingredients or goods, and

customers were cut off as the quality of the product deteriorated due to
disruptions in supply and demand of ingredients.

As his father's condition worsened, the three siblings decided to sell the
workshop to Sedela to raise money to call the doctor immediately.

"The three brothers and sisters don't have a home, so they live in the attic of
the Green Potion. I didn't kick him out. Your Highness just happened to have
an employee.

I remembered what you said you needed...…

Sedella was a rare blur.

This is because the intention was revealed to give convenience to the three
siblings' families.

Of course Eve never blamed her.

"Yes, very well done. Are you paying the kids well?”

"What?"

"I don't have work yet, but I'm an employee. Take good care of me."

"Oh, yes. I'll keep that in mind, Your Highness."

Sedella grinned delightfully.

Eve took out a bundle of paper stored in the drawer.

It was a recipe for soap to be delivered to Count Luciard.

"My first job is making soap that doesn't involve alchemy, so little alchemists
might get horny. She's a good persuader.”

"The children were helped by your grace. I'll follow suit without any
complaints."

Eve glanced over the order sheet on the last page of the recipe and showed
some concern.

"It's a bit big because we have to deliver it to three public baths. I don't know
if it'll be just the kids.”

"They're pretty smart kids, so they'll be fine. Besides, Mr. Raman...… so the
three brothers and sisters are getting better and better. We'll be able to
manufacture it together if we get better, so there won't be a problem.”

"Yes, I do. That's great.… what? Mr. Raman?"

It was a name I've heard.

Eve asked back in surprise.

"Are you talking about the heavy viol?

"Oh, yes, it is."

"Oh, my God!"

It was the name of a genius alchemist who creates added value as a

byproduct of what others regard as trash.

Raman's "all-purpose solution" made of slime essence has become a

necessity in alchemist research.

Stamina Potion, which is made from the insides of Stoneworms, has become
a safe energy supplement for the night.

In addition, his invention contributed to alchemy and real life countless

times.

"I was trying to find Raman Haviol before this beast hunt!’

Sedella was obviously a lucky charm.

Yves exclaimed with emotion.

"Sedella, you did a great job! You're the best!"

"I'm glad you like the way things are handled."

Sedella was bewildered by the English language, but smiled shyly at Eve's
praise.

"Then I'll go to the green potion to deliver the work."

"Yeah. Be careful.”

After leaving Sedella on an important errand, Eve rang a small bell because
she remembered what Eve had to do.

Lian came into the office.

"What about Michael?"

"You'll be training at the Coloso Arena. Your Highness ordered me to train

unless I was called to a place."

"Oh, yeah. Will you call Michael?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

As time passed for another cup of tea, Michael opened the office door and
came in.

"I've been called, Your Grace."

"There's only two of you, so you can talk comfortably.

You can."

"Then I'd be more than happy to.”

Eve found Michael's hair slightly wet.

"Did you wash up?"

"I sweated and dusted while I was practicing. I cannot assist you in a state of
filth."
"With whom?"

"I can't remember everything because there are so many."

The amber eyes shone.

It is because Michael sounds like he is adjusting well to the imperial life, as

he is already having a swordfight with several homuncloos.

But Michael's subsequent casual remarks betrayed Eve's expectations.

"Some people asked me to talk with a sword because it hurt to pick a fight."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 37

"Did you or your brother hurt your own drivers?”

"It was a general pro-crisis. I don't think it was a political reason, so it's
none of your business."

"Still……

"They've been seen from time to time since I was in the training camp. You
can ignore it, but it's been a bit annoying lately. It's not a big deal at all."

Michael quickly turned the subject around so Eve wouldn't mind the futility.

"More than that, I have something to say to you."

"What is it?"

"I think the free training session is too long. I want to perform the duties of
my immediate driver properly, so I want you to be ordered to come to my
place only when I am called."

"Yes, I will. Please come to my place to work from now on.”

"Thank you for your permission.”

Michael offered an example and asked.

"So what's the mission?"

"It's not grandiose, I've got to go to the protocol department, and Cedela's
out. I called to see Michael's face."

"As expected, I'm next to Arpel. I'm sorry."

Purple eyes gave off a mischievous glow. Eve nodded without

embarrassment.

"Yeah, so you have to work harder, Michael."

"I take your orders, my empress."

Eve and Michael exchanged hilarious words and left the house.

I visited the protocol of the main palace. As soon as the disk wings stood in
the hallway where the common office was clustered, a familiar face greeted
Eve.

"Alben Redmon sees Her Majesty the Seven!"

"Long time no see, Redmon."

"I am your servant. Keep your mouth down, Your Grace."

Eve thought for a moment and opened her mouth.

"All right, Redmon."

One of his superiors was also a sign of familiarity. Alven was greatly
pleased.

"Nice to meet you, Redmon Youngsik."

"Oh, yes, Lord Agnito...…

Michael and Albene also greeted grudgingly.

Alven led Eve to a small drawing room. Tea and refreshments were already
ready.

"I came here without telling you, but I think Young-sik was waiting for me.”

"Whoa, buy the guards...… no, I asked the guard for a little favor. I want you
to give me a heads-up so that I don't have to serve you."

Not only Eve, but all influential people, such as the royal family and the
aristocracy, would have been allowed to give words when they visited. Eve
laughed her head off.

"Yes, a good relationship starts with a little sincerity."

"Yes, it's just a little, a little sincerity."

Alven laughed and offered a car.

"What brings you here, Your Grace?"

"I'm going to work on my imperial achievement."

In other words, imperial public activities meant community service activities

performed by the imperial family.

The imperial family had a lot of children due to the evils of traditional
polygamy, and the imperial prestige did not stand when they all played and
ate, pretending to be imperial.

Thus, the emperor forced his children to do more than a certain amount of
social work each quarter.

Public activities ranged from small donations and sponsorships to large

dispatch missions.
However, in order to perform a big mission, the score of public activities
that had been done before had to be satisfied more than a certain amount.

It was a thorough career system.

If the achievement was high, he could also be involved in politics.

As a candidate for the crown daugher, the first empress, the second empress,
and the eldest brother, who are known as strong candidates for the crown
daugher, were so active that they helped Desmond II to handle the Hwangdo
delegation project.

Eve, who was obsessed with alchemy, was far from political or external
activities.

She had a low public score because she always did charity work and filled
her quarterly quota.

"Oh, now you're not only interested in social activities, but also in foreign
activities."

Alven glowed at his brown eyes.

"First of all, I'd like to see what kind of activities there are."

"Wait a minute. I'll bring you a list, Your Grace."

I got a thickly grown document booklet and looked at it. Fluttering, passion.

The hand that was turning over the sheet of paper paused for a moment.

"Survey on the Rock Mining Site."

The mission to dispatch outside Hadelun, the Imperial Island, could only be
won if the accumulated merit was high. Of course, it wasn't even close to
Eve at the moment.

Albend also pointed this out.

"With all due respect, your chosen activities are those ahead of you. If you're
going to be on a mission, you're going to have to host 16 charity events or pay
38 more donations."

"That's a long way off. It'll take a lot of time and money.”

Alven was quick to notice. Eve still didn't turn the pages of the papers
forward, so I asked as if I was floating.

"Do you want to build public value quickly with a low budget?"

"Is there a way?"

"Whoa, of course. There's a way to use double compensation."

"Double reward?"

From the name, the smell of expediency has been strong.

"You can host and donate at the same time at one charity event."

"The organizers won't be allowed to participate in the event they hosted.”

"You can set aside the host of the charity event and sponsor the cost
anonymously. There's something called a seal priority in the Empire. The
family name of the royal family and aristocrat is not identified by name, but
by a seal. It's not anonymous if you write it down anonymously, so if you get
evidence separately, you can be recognized as both hosting and participating
in the event."

"Tell me more about it."

"If the cost of sponsorship exceeds one-third of the cost of hosting, it will be
recognized as a partial host and will have half the credit. But you can get an
invitation because you are not the host party.

Conventionally, sponsors of the event receive invitations and do not make

donations. I already sponsored the event. It's possible to use it to reduce
costs by one-third and gain similar credit as the organizers, with very little
labor."

"That's an expedient.

"Yes, it's expedient, but it's not illegal. That's why I'm talking to you."

Alven smiled proudly and despicable.

"If you ask, this Albene Redmon will find and introduce you to the right
host."

"Well, maybe three on hand now?"

"Oh, you're running out of money. Then there is a way to get the donation
back. It's a little bit beyond expedient...…

The sense of illegality is beginning to shine. Eve cut off the horse because it
was difficult for Alven to wake up in that direction.

"That's all for expediency. I can't get my servant's hands dirty.”

"Laughing, Your Highness!"

Alven was thrilled to hear that he was not able to show his true worth.

"I believe in Youngsik's ability, but I'm afraid I'll be suspected if my public
activities are too focused on hosting and participating in donation events. I
need to mix up other activities.”

With that said, Eve revisited the booklet. There was an item that stood out.

Alven, who confirmed the phrase "discovery and sponsorship of artists,"

explained quickly.

"Sponsoring artists is also a dignified activity. When an artist becomes

famous, he or she is recognized for his or her achievements. The problem is
that it usually takes a long time to become famous.Only……
"I see. It's hard to make a point."

Eventually Eve handed over the documents to Alven and asked for them.

"The most accomplished thing I can do, so please recommend it."

"Well, in general, visiting sponsorship gives the most credit. Are your
children all right?"

"Children? It's all right and there's nothing to do."

"If so, I'd like to understand the status of the orphanage. The condition is to
visit the House of Wolgye-su in District 14 and take care of the deficiencies
financially."

"I'll visit you tomorrow.”

"I'll call the mail golem in advance."

Suddenly, Alben remembered that Eve was an empress who had been stuck
in the imperial palace and had been working on alchemy until now,
participating in a charity bazaar, barely filling the public purse. Eve, the first
day of her visit to the orphanage, was advised.

"With all due respect, I recommend you to dress more comfortably than a
dress."

"Ah, I see."

The 14th district is adjacent to the slum, so the aristocracy would not be
good. Eve was easily convinced.

"Then take a look, Your Highness. And, oh, Lord Agnito."

I came out of the protocol with documents of public activity that I had won.

Michael opened his mouth when he reached the quiet road from the main
palace to the star palace.
"You're trying to make enough merit to make it possible to visit the
Mijungseok mine.”

"You noticed."

"I thought you brought me here to show me. I think you were going to go with
me in the first place, not Arpel's love."

"Including that, you noticed."

The playfulness was not long. Eve soon spoke with a serious face.

"I think I'll be there in the first half to check the homoon club in the mine. I
want to improve the poor situation as soon as possible.”

"You're... you're serious.”

Michael's eyes, which hold Eve's side face, deepened.

It was about time the star palace began to catch my eye. As I walked
leisurely as if enjoying a spring day, I saw Lian coming out of the entrance to
the Byeollgung Palace. It was too urgent to come to meet him.

"Your Highness, you're back! I'm in trouble!"

"Lian, what's going on?”

"I've been told that the Emperor will be in his place soon. They want to have
refreshments with us.”

"Oh, my God. You're really coming.”

Eve felt separated by Desmond II, who was fulfilling his promise at the
grand banquet. It made me wonder if I was a father who was originally this
thin.

However, after hearing Ryan's words, Eve felt her father's affection for her.

"The 3rd Empress and the others are coming along!"

"Third Empress……. Whoo, then yes."

Lian urged me to go back to the place quickly.

Eve almost ran along with Lian and walked through the details.

"Your Majesty was taking a walk with Her Majesty the 3rd Empress, and
suddenly he thought of Her Majesty, so he wanted to visit her residence.

At that time, Her Highness 3 said, "The bigger the seat, the better," and
recommended that the other empress be called.Look at me."

"So who else is coming besides Betty?"

"From the fourth to the sixth.”

Under Bridgette, over Eve, he also massed. I didn't think it would be a

friendly occasion.

Betty moved.’

Amber's eyes became dark. Michael was watching such Eve, but she couldn't
even feel the look.

"Let's hurry."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 38

Sedela, who ran an errand outside the palace, had not returned yet.

Lian, Fioni and Hugh were embarrassed by the sudden situation, but they
prepared tea and set tea tables.

"I see you, Father, the Sun of the Empire."

"Oh, yeah. How are you, Eve?"

"I've been comfortable thanks to your care. How was your father?”

"Well, how are you.”

After exchanging some regards, Eve slightly bent and straightened her knees
to Bridgete and other empresses.

"I'm meeting my sisters."

"Yeah."

Bridgette was greeted with a cool voice.

In terms of his arrogance, Bridgete was closer to the emperor, not Desmond
II.

"Come on, let's sit down. Let's all sit down."

"Yes, my father."

Starting with the emperor, Bridgete, Hessia, Aisel, and Stephanya sat in
order with the help of their immediate knights.

Eve also sat on a chair with Michael's help.

Originally, the drawing room of Sinnok's room was a soft and comfortable
place with a combination of subtle silver and emerald colors.

However, the powerful candidate Hwang Tae-nyeo and the emperor, who
exuded pressure, occupied the center, and unfamiliar knights stood
expressionless on the wall, which seemed to have raised the air.

Eve has decided to check Bridgette's direct article.

Bridgette, like the crown princess who ruined the imperial family with
Harlem, often changed her direct articles because she had a lot of men's
stories.

I had to see who it was because I was confused.

I saw a homunclus knight with dark brown hair, lemon eyes, and impressive
tear spots around his left eye.

It's Elijah Halsten.

He was quite memorable.

Bridgete has changed his direct articles almost every year since he first went
on a snack at the age of 16.

However, Elijah Halsten was a homunclus who, unusually, preserved

Bridgete's immediate knighthood for quite some time.

According to one theory, the secret is that Bridgete was satisfied with his
night, but the authenticity was unknown.

Elijah seemed to feel Eve's gaze.

An ordinary homunculus would have lowered his eyes with a hidden face,
but Elijah was different.

He didn't shy away and rolled up the corners of his mouth.

Eve looked ahead in surprise.

By that time Ryan and Fioni began to pour tea.

A coveted ruby liquid filled a white teacup with incense.

Eve explained briefly.

"It's a slight blend of hibiscus on five tropical fruits. The sweet scent goes
well with spring."

"Oh, yeah. Let me see. Hmm, it smells so sweet. It tastes a little sour."

"It's a unique sour taste of hibiscus. I didn't put in a lot because I have
different tastes, but what do you think?"
"That's fine."

"Then would you like to add a little sugar? You can enjoy it more."

"Oh, my God. Sweet and sour is a strangely tongue-pleasing tea. Very good."

"I'm glad you like it."

The royal ladies picked up the teacups.

They used to pass on Desmond II's compliments, saying, "How good would it
be?" but after swallowing a sip of tea, they sneezed.

"Well…… that's not bad."

"Hmmm. It's not a shame to put him in front of you."

Eissel, the fifth emperor's daughter, who is famous for handling Bridgette's
chores, gave a stingy assessment, followed by Bridget's younger brother,
Hessia, the fourth emperor, who gave him a petty compliment.

"By the way, Sinrok's room is beautiful.”

Bridgete never dirtied his mouth and hands.

Only then did Desmond II, who recalled the purpose of her visit, ask Eve, as
she gracefully laid down her teacup and brought it up.

"How do you like your new place?"

"Yes, Dad. I've heard of the beauty of the room before, but it's beyond my
imagination. Especially, the crystal lamp decoration in the parlor is
mysterious and pretty. I'm very happy to serve tea to my dad and sisters in a
place like this."

"Hahaha. I'm glad you like it. I'm glad I let you down from the green room."

The only imperial lady present with a famous room was Eve, except
Bridgete. Naturally, the other royal ladies had no choice but to be sarcastic.
"Giving Eve the room of the green, I think she was very happy to see Eve as
her direct knight."

"Yeah, I can't believe your father's doing this for his direct article.

It's beyond our imagination."

"When I heard the news, I thought Eve had made a contribution to the study of
alchemy. Hohohohoh-ho."

The level of dialogue was increasing.

If Hessia knew this would happen, she would have held out for a year and
even criticized Eve for bringing in an immediate article.

Seeing Desmond II's expression hardened, Bridgette quickly took on the role
of a dignified sister.

"Do what you'reasonable.”

"Yes, sister."

Blonde yellow girls quickly became gentle.

Bridgette also took the lead in renewing the heavy atmosphere.

"Come to think of it, Dad, the public story reminds me of something. I heard
that your father is interested in the reconstruction and pioneering of Hadelun
these days.”

"Is it in your ear? The whole protocol thing is a big mouth."

"It's something I've been very interested in for a long time, so I just found
out."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to the development of Hadelun through

reconstruction and pioneering projects. If there's anything I'd like to do, I'd
love to participate, Dad."

Bridgete was good at secretly turning the subject around to what he needed.

Eve, who read the flow, saw through Bridgette's purpose.

"You had the empress to talk about the reconstruction project and caught the
wind. Showing his sense of politics to see if there's anything that could drive
the cash-strapped Marquis Chansley into profitable business.'

I've been through this once in my last life.

In the past, he used to use the problem of reducing the mining volume of Ma
Jeong-seok, but when Desmond II did not want to hear about Ma Jeongseok
in the last order, he turned to another problem.

'Am I just a bridesmaid.’

Perhaps so.

But Eve will try to bite the bullet like she did in her last life if she takes a
stand when the homunclus-related topic comes up.

The experience of being kicked out of the door in the morning because he
was hated by Desmond II was bitter.

Eve never intended to repeat the same thing.

"Betty, you must be curious about the business."

"Yes, my father."

Desmond II trusted and cared for Bridgete in many ways.

He was willing to talk about the new policy.

"Eastern slums of District 14

"We intend to move to the southern frontier of District 27."

"Oh, no! Your father's brilliant policy."

Bridgete pretended to admire everything as if he had seen it through just a

quick word.

Eve quietly lowered her eyes to the teacup.

Oh, that ruined policy.

Desmond II and Bridgette, who don't know the future, soon started talking
about the damn policy.

"Oh, Betty, did you get Jim's mind?"

"Of course, Dad. The current slum was created more than 100 years ago
during the reign of Siegfried III, the 13th emperor. At that time, eastern
Hadelun had the advantage of being a way to deal with the damage of the
beast first when a slum was created, as there were many invasions of the
beast from the Legion forest. That's why Siegfried III allowed the poor to
live without paying taxes.”

"Yes."

"But things have changed now.

The repeated invasion of the slum by legion forest suppression disappeared,

and the development of the eastern region made the slum's land valuable as a
trade route. It's become yolk land."

"Yes, you know that, Betty."

"South of Hadelun, on the other hand, has seen an increasing number of

attacks on the beasts since more than a decade ago. Especially after the
summer rainy season and winter rainy season, the 27th district is suffering
from attacks. Wouldn't it be three birds with one stone to take the land of yolk
self-defense by moving the poor of slum there, buffer the damage of the 27th
district, and reclaim new land with the poor? I admired him as soon as I
heard him."
"Hahaha! You're Betty. I can't believe you know what Jim means in a
moment. It's a great piece of wood.

Eve, who was listening to the conversation quietly, felt her fingertips shaking
with the teacup.

"No matter how tax-free the poor are, they're not enough to take away their
land, so they're going to use it as a new human policy to clear the
wasteland?"

It was no different from treating him as a felon sent to an outpost for the first
time.

In my last life, I didn't know because I didn't have a chance to listen to

Desmond II and Bridgette's conversation about the slum migration policy.

It was shocking that the political mistake, which he thought was just a
moment's mistake, turned out to be a joint venture between a woman and a
woman.

It was then.

Bridgete said with a cool smile around his mouth.

"My father, slum dwellers are also the subjects of the empire. I think a ruler
should be treated like a grass flower."

Eve blinked, wondering if she had heard anything wrong.

In the meantime, Bridgette continued.

"There's a way to help the poor become decent people through migration.

Would you listen to it?"

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 39
"Tell me."

"What the poor need most is a house and a job to live in. Please make a
house in this area in advance and allow those who are obedient to buy it at
low interest rates.’’

"Hmm……

"If we're going to redevelop the slum soon, we're going to need a lot of work
to build. If you register them in the Imperial Laboratory and provide them
with jobs, they'll have no problem paying off the principal every month."

"Give me a home, enroll me in a laboratory, give me a job?"

"Yes, so they have a home and a job, so they're not poor, they're the subjects
of a decent empire. The new migration will no longer be called a slum, and
they will praise the grace of their father for giving them homes and jobs."

"Wow••••••!"

Desmond II seemed to be tempted. Bridgete's words are not only benevolent

at first glance but also reasonable.

But Eve's hands trembled and almost missed the teacup.

"If you get a house and register your personal information with a labor center,
you can't avoid taxes from then on. Still, 100 years ago, you didn't pay taxes
and made me act as a human resource, but now you're trying to collect money
and put it on your limbs.’

I didn't want to cause friction with Bridgette as much as possible, but I

couldn't listen to him anymore. Eve put down the teacup and spoke.

"No. That way, the residents of the slum will refuse to move."

"What?"

The refuted Bridgette looked fiercely at Eve.

Eve looked directly into the cold sky blue eyes and soon turned to Desmond
II and said.

"The current slum has been the eastern measure of the zodiac for over 100

years. Now that the East is safe, how can we accept it as a tool to serve as a
southern measure? I want a house and a job, but it's not enough to risk my
life. They will refuse to move."

"Hmm……"

Desmond II looked uncomfortable when he was pointed out that he had

turned away.

But Eve went on to say.

"Maybe he was going to send an Imperial Guard to move them to the Yellow
Sea. Hwang Myung is an absolute thing for pro-crisis people. Pro-crisis
fighters will respond in principle to the poor who refuse to move. It's too
much. The residents of the slum who resist even a little will be summarily
punished or convicted of high treason. It's just that there's going to be chaos."

Even the sound of breathing disappeared in the parlor due to terrible

predictions. Only Eve's luscious voice shook the stillness.

"The SS is a symbol of the Emperor. What they have done under the
command of the Yellow will spread throughout the Empire as well as the
Yellow Island by the mouths of those who escaped the Slum. Even if those
who were killed and imprisoned are the poor, they are the same human
beings. The people outside the slum will not turn a blind eye to their injustice
and suffering that they have been interacting with until just yesterday. I dare
say this has a negative impact on your father's reign."

Desmond II remained silent with his lips closed. The silence was too heavy
for Eve.

In fact, Eve's fingers, hidden under the table now, were shaking. This is
because the memory of her past life, which gave her opinions on the
reduction of Ma Jeong-seok's mining volume, firmly abandoned her hatred,
made her intimidated.

'It's different then. Since then.'

It was time to keep calm by hinting at yourself.

"That's a good idea, Eve."

That was not what Desmond II said. Eve turned her head and looked to the
side where her voice was heard.

In the middle of the field of view was Bridgette, who looked cold.

"Don't let the reprehensible people who don't dare obey the imperial orders
confuse Hadelun. You're gonna have to tell pro-crisis to keep the slums under
control and not to have mercy in their hands? Isn't it?"

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Eve was breathless by Bridgette's brutality. I managed to get my act together

and refute it.

"The media doesn't stop it. And Betty is the one who told us to take care of
the poor first like grass flowers. Please don't forget your mercy."

"How can you help those who don't pay taxes to disobey Hwang? A ruler
sometimes has to be bold enough to get rid of unnecessary things."

"The poor in the slums are contributing to the economic system by doing low-
cost jobs throughout Hadelun, even if they don't pay taxes. From a large
perspective, it is not absolutely unnecessary. Can you handle the impact of
their collapse on Haddelun's economy?"

Bridgete seemed very unhappy as his opinion was constantly blocked by

Eve.

She put down the teacup loudly and said irritably.

"Anyone can only refute without an alternative. So what do you want to do?

Don't tell me, it's best not to do any pioneering work at all?"

This time Eve didn't immediately refute and shut up.

Bridgette, who saw the reaction, looked "Then yes," and Desmond II, who
had been waiting for the debate, curled his eyebrows.

It was then.

"No."

Eve fixed her amber eyes on Desmond II.

"There's an alternative."

"Tell me, Eve."

Desmond II has dropped his permission.

It was a callous tone, but there was no anger. Eve was able to relax a bit with
just that.

Eve opened her mouth to the crowd.

"In order to voluntarily decide to relocate, the safety of your home must be
guaranteed by default before you can implement incentives. The
infrastructure of the system and the facilities must be laid down to ensure that
no problems can be found in the attack, so that the residents of the slum can
move in with confidence."

"We don't have enough troops to send to the frontier. If there was such a thing
in the first place, would you have let Earth 27 suffer every single season?"

Bridgette intervened with a pathetic look. Eve didn't look back and looked at
Desmond II.
"You don't have to build combat facilities or send troops. There's a way to
get the power to deal with desperation in the frontier without having to invest
heavily."

"Really? Go ahead and tell me."

"Please set up a house for the Knight of the Guard outside the frontier."

You | 99

No matter how knighted he is, Homunclus is treated as an imperial property

and is not recognized as a private property.

Thus, of course, homunculus with a private family has never existed in

history.

Everyone at the table breathed in at the unconventional remarks.

Michael, as well as the immediate knights standing on the wall, looked at

Eve with astonished eyes.

"The Imperial Palace has 300 advanced combat personnel, the Imperial
Guard. They only stay in the driver's quarters in the palace for 365 days.

This excess fighting power needs to be distributed efficiently. If we use the

off-duty system to keep only 10% of them in the frontier, it will have enough
self-defense."

The cost of setting up a security station is invested. It also makes no sense to

use the Imperial Guard, the emperor's private, as a defense of a particular
area.

But if Homunclus were to be punished, they would be in charge of the region

on their own while they were in Saga, whether they liked it or not.

After the statement, Eve looked at Desmond II. It was time to wait for his
response in suspense.

"Oh, that's the way. That's not bad!"

Desmond II welcomed Eve's trick.

"Anyway, if Betty says so, the imperial court was going to build houses for
the poor on the frontier. You can build it a little better, so it will cost very
little. If Homunclus dies, the house will be returned to the imperial family
anyway."

"Yes."

"Yves, your political acumen is great. Excellent, Jim's seventh daughter has
such a great sense of politics.”

"I'm flattered."

Eve answered calmly, indisputably, that the offer had worked.

Bridgete was unable to control his facial expression when Eve took over his
role as a political figure in front of Desmond II. Bridgete's eyes trembled.

"Unexpected, Eve.

It's obvious that the knight's family is going to build such a thing in a
pioneering district where the poor live. It's not anyone else who's ever done
such a dishonorable thing.

I didn't expect you to come forward and suggest. It's not like you were
covering up for Homunclus."

I felt sorry that I didn't look as bad as I did in my last life. Eve smiled at
Bridgette.

"The service of the empire is more important than the honor of the
homunculus."

"You've turned into quite an empress."

"Thank you." Eve concocts her usual rascals-like remarks. And, at heart, I
was fortunate to see Bridgette's prejudice buried in the ceremony of honor.
It was human rights that mattered more than knighthood.

What if the place goes in a slum? This gave homunculus the basic rights of
the state during the food, clothing, and shelter.

This was an important stepping stone that would pave the way for Eve to do
things in the future.

Desmond II lavished praise on Eve's ecstasy and political sensibility.

"I'm going to hear a lot from you about my business, Eve."

"It's a great opportunity to contribute to your father's empire."

"So, do you have any further thoughts?"

Before he knew it, Desmond II had tilted his upper body long toward Eve.

Eve pretended to be troubled for a moment and said.

"I think we need a stronger incentive than Betty said. In addition to houses
and jobs, the frontier should be a land that provides opportunities for the
poor to become truly free people. I believe that education institutions can
play that role."

"Let's build an academy.

Are you?"

"Yes, education is an opportunity to make life better. Provide free education

for poor children who migrate. Then parents who don't want to pass on
poverty are willing to move in for their children."

"Yes, yes, that would be great!"

Desmond II seemed to accept Eve's full opinion.

Eve had to deal with Desmond II, who was constantly asked to comment on
this and that.
During the lively conversation between the father and daughter, Eve's cheeks
caught the stinging eyes of the royal ladies, including Bridgete.

Of course, the angry gaze did not pose any threat. Eve drank the car
pretending not to know and stole Desmond II's favor for the rest of the time.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 40

"Take a look, Dad. Take a look, sisters."

Finally, Desmond II, the Empress of Four Hands, and four immediate knights
set out on the threshold of the place.

Users began to organize the seats where uncomfortable guests left.

Eve rested on the couch looking tired. The amber eyes were a little dazed.

Soon after the cleanup, the users stepped out of the parlor.

When the two of them were left alone, Michael looked at Eve and asked.

"Are you all right, mister?"

"Huh?"

"You seemed quite nervous."

"Oh…… was it that obvious?”

"No, I was the only one who knew.”

"That's a relief."

Eve let out a small sigh.

Surely she felt great pressure against Desmond II in Bridgette's presence.

"I was worried what if I made a mistake in talking about Homunculus and it
backfired.”

"I think it's been very successful for me to worry about."

Eve gazed at Michael.

"Do you think the results are good? Why?"

"We've got the rights of a state."

Michael was aware. Even if you didn't learn imperialism as a king of

Homunculus, are you born with this? Eve was a little struck with admiration.

"I thought that if I was right to understand you properly, that would be the
intention."

"My understanding would be enough, Michael."

Eve grinned. But she lowered her eyes to the mixed thoughts that immediately
came to mind.

"How did the immediate knights on the wall react?”

"At first, everyone seemed surprised, and then the reaction was a little
different."

"How? Tell me."

"One didn't seem to think much, the other two gave up, and the other
laughed."

Homunclus, who was brainwashed with loyalty, would have erased his
thoughts from his head, and Homunclus, who thought his pride as a knight
was trampled again, would have resigned. I understood it up to here.

"It's weird to laugh. Who was it?"

"I was a direct knight of the Third Empress."

"Ah, well, Lord Halschten."

Eve remembered that when she made eye contact with Elijah, he was
laughing. I thought it might be because it was a rather unusual homoon club.

Eve talked to Michael playfully.

"Michael's gonna have a house, too. I hope it's a comfortable place. You have
to invite me later."

"Do I get one, too.

"Of course."

"I see."

Michael didn't seem to be able to imagine well. Eve was suddenly interested
and asked him this and that.

"How about the pro-crisis division accommodation you're using now?"

"I use my own driver's quarters."

"Oh, there's a distinction between the two. What do you want?"

"I don't know the accommodation of ordinary pro-crisis officers because I

was a direct driver from the time I entered the palace, but I heard there was
only a difference between one room for two and one room for six people."

"So, Michael, you have a roommate in your room?”

"Yes, not too long ago...…

Then the knock cut off the conversation. Lian brought in a visitor.

"Your Highness, Lord Halschten is back."

"Sir Halsten? For what?"

"I'm here to pick up the ribbon you dropped. He said there was nothing in the
parlor, but he had to see it with his own eyes.…

"Come on in."

It was better to just accept the small truth. Eve put Elijah in the drawing
room.

A male knight with a strange tear point gave an example in front of the door.

"Eleaser Halsten, see Her Majesty 7 again."

"You're here to make sure there's no ribbon."

"I hope you understand with a broad heart, Your Grace, to avoid any doubt."

Elijah smiled with lemon-colored eyes as he finished talking.

I didn't know because I didn't have anything to face in my last life, but he was
really unique. Homunclus, who was trained to control his emotions, was
bound to laugh very little.

But Elijah had a look of social aristocracy. It's also a very active and lively
type of English.

Around that time, Elijah approached the couch where Eve sat.

Eve remembered that Bridgette never went near Couch.

Eve had a mysterious face. Elijah didn't stop walking even though he was
looking directly at it.

"Your Grace, excuse me for a moment.”

It was the moment when Elijah's hand was about to touch Eve's shoulder.

Snap.
Michael grabbed him by the wrist and restrained him. The blood on the back
of Elijah's hand stood out and his hands trembled.

Even in that state, Elias said with a smirk.

"The petals sat on your shoulders, so I was just going to take them off.

It must have flown in through the window."

Michael's eyes narrowed. There were no petals on Eve's shoulders.

Judging that the trick was clear, Elijah's wrist naturally put more force into
his hand.

"Sir Agnito, let go of Lord Halschten."

Elijah was Bridgette's direct knight. Eve, who didn't want armed friction
with him, hurriedly stopped Michael.

Instead, he pointed out Elijah's lame excuse.

"The cherry blossoms are long overdue, Lord Halsten."

"I must have been mistaken. Forgive my disrespect, Your Highness."

Elijah fell on one knee. He expressed his apology and looked up at Eve and
said.

"I'm leaving now."

He held out his right hand without getting up.

The process of changing from apology to formal etiquette was so natural that
there was no time to stop it. Eve had no choice but to give the back of her
hand according to etiquette.

Elijah's kiss on the back of the hand was different. He put his lips together on
the back of Eve's hand and deliberately made a loud slur. Eve was surprised.
"Kyung!"

"I'm sorry if I offended you. Excited to have the honor of kissing the back of
your hand."

"Hurry up and get back."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Eve and Michael's facial expressions, of course, were not beautiful as they
watched him smile until the end. In particular, Michael was even lightly
raising his life.

Michael spoke angrily as Eve wiped the back of her hand with a napkin.

"I should have twisted my wrist."

"I don't want you to touch the knight of the Third Empress."

"I don't think you're doing it on orders."

"Really?"

It was surprising to me that Elijah had come under orders from Bridgette to
offend Eve.

Michael said with a sigh.

"Last time, the yellow lady who held out the back of her hand, this time, she's
a direct driver asking for the back of her hand."

"Yeah. Let's not do that."

Eve's insides were a bit mixed, though I said it like a joke.

One more piece of information came to her mind about Elijahal Stephen.

Homunclus, who lasted quite a long time from Bridgette, was famous for his
eccentric charm.
And he reportedly knew Brigitte's men's side but tried quite hard to catch her
eye.

'Cause it's obvious. Betty is a strong candidate for the crown daugher.’

Eve thought he was an opportunistic homunclus. And now the homunculus is

flirting with him.

I don't like it.’

If it was wrongly woven, it was highly likely that all the dental information
would be dirty.

Sure enough, Michael talked about the imperial palace's physiology as if he

had read Eve's mind.

"Come to think of it, the Imperial Palace bets and games on their own knight
as a prize.”

It was a low-key play that could be seen as a possession of a direct article.

Eve replied as if it were unpleasant just to imagine.

"I'm not interested in signing up for that.”

Michael was relieved by Eve's consistency. He cracked a little joke so he

wouldn't get caught inside.

"Are you the one applying?

I thought I was on the receiving end of the application."

But Eve's reaction to the return was serious.

"Oh, you're right. I overlooked it because my attention was focused on Lord

Halschten. If Michael is my direct driver, I'll be more likely to receive
applications."

At this point, Michael is not serious, but he is serious. Because his master
was not in a position to joke about this.
"Yes, you have to prepare yourself.”

"I don't intend to comply.”

"What would you do if it was an inevitable fight?"

"Of course I have to win."

Eve gave Michael an immediate answer, looking directly at him. Michael felt
a little unexpected.

Eve, who he sees, is the type to plan and practice hard, but not the type to be
sure of victory.

Certainly, what came to my mind now was more of a determination than

confidence.

Then Eve smiled and opened her mouth.

"You can't take Michael away. I'll never give it to anyone else."

Why? Michael felt a slight tightness in his heart at the moment.

"•••••Yes."

Michael's black pupil, located in the middle of his purple eyes, swelled
greatly. It was greedy, as if it were to suck in the reflection of sight.

The outside world of Michael, who had rotted for 19 years in a lightless
training center, was always brilliant and dazzling.

But at this moment, I've never seen a sparkle as extraordinary as Eve, who is
in front of me.

The one who brought himself out into this world. Her eyes were fretting
because they couldn't absorb her figure.

So Michael realized again at this moment.

He imprinted on her.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 41

Chapter 9. Hwangdo outing.

The next day, Eve went on a trip to the Imperial Island with Michael.

It was to visit the orphanage "Wolgyesu House" in District 14 as part of the

imperial activities.

For the users, decorating Eve to suit their trip abroad has become an
important task.

Fioni and Ryan were excited as if they had been given an interesting
assignment.

"You're saying it's comfortable, not a dress, right? As similar as the common
people?”

"But I don't think our Highness should be seen as a complete commoner."

"You're right. I'd rather dress as a maid of the nobility than just a commoner.”

Lian had been getting a light blue dress with puff sleeves from the Hwangdo
clothing store early in the morning.

It was very cute with a white frill apron on the front and a white ribbon on
the back.

The white knee socks were visible because the shin was slightly covered and
lowered to allow comfortable activities.

Lime blonds are braided, rolled into a round shape, and decorated with
elongated ribbons.

Michael, who will accompany him as a escort, is also dressed to suit Eve.
He wore traveler-like leather instead of fancy knight uniforms that boasted
everything he was an Imperial Guard.

Dressed in a grey cloak and loosely clad in a long-sord, he radiates a

vagabond-specific, astounding look.

Michael also pulled off whatever he wore.

"We're all set. Would you like to leave right away?"

uoW

Hm.

Sedella laid a cable probe over Eve's shoulder.

It was not spring yet, but it was chilly, and there were many people who
would bite off the Hwang's dignity if she showed her dress as a commoner
maid.

There was a carriage waiting in front of the Byeolgung Palace. Although

magical power trains, magical airplanes, and ultra-long warp portals were
invented, wagons were still an important medium- and long-distance
transportation.

The carriage started with Eve and Michael on board. The wagon, disguised
as a regular sales wagon after removing the pattern of the Hwangga, escaped
from the Hwangseong Fortress.

"I feel like I'm hiding in this outfit."

"I see."

Eve didn't hide her excited look.

The fence of Hwangseong was like a rigid frame. For Eve, who has been
locked up in it, the image of Hwangdo, where many people live dynamically,
was something I couldn't get enough of every time.
It is good to see houses with colorful triangular roofs lined up on the street,
but the most enjoyable thing to see was the busy street.

The boulevard wide enough for four wagons to run side by side. On both
sides were shops lined with colored shades and signs.

The fountain rose to the sky and spread water droplets in the plaza where
public institution buildings were concentrated.

People hurried to walk or bought something from the stands, sometimes

sitting on tables with canopy and eating.

Eve wasn't the only one who fell in love with the scenery of the zodiac.

Suddenly Eve, who was crazy about Michael, looked back at him. As
expected, he couldn't take his eyes off what he saw through the window.

"Come to think of it, Michael, it's your first time seeing the city. What do you
think?"

"There are far more buildings and people than the palace, and it seems quite
different from the palace."

"Right? I think it's the real outside world. There are so many different people
living there."

"In short, was the Imperial Palace the size of a homoon klus plant?"

"Well, that's not very wrong."

Eve then explained to Michael this and that through the window.

What kind of odd-looking store is it?

They sell it, which family the wagon that just passed by belongs to, what
comes out in the alley next to it, what the market is, what's different from the
store, how expensive the house is across the bridge, etc.

He released the knowledge and experience he knew without sparing it.

Michael, who was listening to this with interest, pointed out an important
point.

"Wasn't my empress only engaged in alchemy research at the palace? Why do

they know so well outside the palace?"

"Caught."

Eve confessed with a smile.

"In fact, I've been out of the palace a lot. I had to sell my feet directly on the
black market to get alchemy materials cheaply. Sedella didn't know much
about alchemy, so I had to go myself, but she wouldn't let me go because the
black market was dangerous, so I sneaked out."

"I see. It's an honor to learn your secret that even Arpel loves."

"Don't ask me how I tricked Sedella. I'm not going to let Michael know
because the day will come when he needs to use it."

"Why don't you just bring me in as an accomplice?”

"Are you going to be an accomplice? That's fine with me."

While having a private chat, the wagon reached District 14.

Passing through the high hillside, one window gave a quick glimpse of the
low-lying slum. It was an achromatic area as if it were made of ash.

Michael, who was looking at the same thing, opened his mouth.

"It turns out the empress stopped the carnage. The people of the slum should
be grateful.”

"I just did what I had to do."

"Then I will thank you, too."

"Huh?"
Eve loosened her chin arm and looked back at Michael. Then he lowered his
eyes and took an abridged manner.

"Thank you for not letting the homunculus sin against slaughter."

Eve fell into a strange mood.

Is it because he knows that he is destined to be the king of Homunculus?

His appreciation was just thought to represent his own people.

I'm doing great right now.

I felt as if I had been praised. Eve had a soft smile around her mouth.

Around that time, the carriage stopped. When I heard the horseman's voice
announcing his arrival, I saw an orphanage sign saying "House of Wolgyesu."

The creaking, sounding rusty iron door itself served as a doorbell.

"Oh, you're here, Her Majesty the Seven! I've been waiting. I'm Anna
Euribell, the head of this place!"

A shabby orphanage built on a dirty street. Perhaps because there are few
visitors who can come here, the director greeted Eve passionately.

"Nice to meet you, Director Uribell."

"Oh, let's go inside. Noo, I'm sorry it's a shabby place."

Eve and Michael followed the director and crossed the threshold of the
building. At the moment, the cries of young children greeted the two more
fiercely than the director.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Argh!"
Eve was greatly taken aback by the cries of the children, who were never
going to stop.

"Wow, it's loud."

The Imperial Palace was largely a quiet and still place. Therefore, there was
no chance of hearing this noise coming off.

It was originally a scholarly nature to explore the intellectual realm, so it

was also weak against noise.

"Oh, the kids keep crying."

"Originally…… and the workforce……

The director seemed to be explaining the orphanage diligently, but very few
words sounded right.

The conversation seemed to be too much too much. Eve told the director,
trying to adapt to the noise.

"Well, I'd like to look around the orphanage and talk to the kids."

"Are you sure?!”

The director was pleased.

Normally, we just came to the entrance. He often handed over donations,

saying he had seen through the financial situation of the orphanage on a
shabby signboard.

But isn't the empress in front of her very aggressive compared to them?

The director said with tears in his eyes with some emotion.

"They're angels. You'll like it, Your Grace."

I could hear this well maybe because I put my face close to it.
Just in time, the director received a report that a child had an accident in the
yard.

The orphanage was suffering from a chronic shortage of manpower, so the

director had to leave to take care of it himself.

Eve and Michael remain in a room where dozens of children are cluttered.

Eve didn't want to wait for the director to come. She made a solemn decision
and first approached the nearby children.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

Eve, who looked like a pretty maid, had been interested in several children
since she opened the door.

The children accepted Eve's greetings.

"Who's your sister?"

"Where are you from?"

"Are you playing with us?”

The children surrounded Eve and began to pour out questions.

Eve answered the children's questions one by one as if she was being tested
for concentration and quickness, but she answered them casually.

"Yeah. Do you want to hang out?”

It was clear that the barrage of questions was an interim process to hear this
answer. The children shouted everywhere with their eyes glistening.

"Let's catch the tail!"

"I prefer playing with dolls!

”
"Sister, sister, sing for me!"

"Read me a fairy tale!"

"The ribbon is pretty! Give me this!"

"I'm hungry! Give me a snack!"

The requirements were different. The children pulled Eve's sleeves and skirt
hem to win in high competition.

Meanwhile, Eve's hair was untied and Eve's hair was untied long, but the
children did not to the point where Eve's hair was untied long.

"Catch the tail!"

"No! It's a puppet game!"

"Sing!"

"No! Fairy tale books!"

Eve learned while suffering from uncontrollable children.

'Ah, that's why Albene told me to wear comfortable clothes...…

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 42

Surrounded by children swarming in noisy environments, they are tug-of-war

all over their bodies.

Eve, who has no knack for dealing with children, is desperate for help now.

So I looked around with mournful eyes.

'Huh?'
The amber eyes turned round. This is because an unimaginable scene was
unfolding in the immediate vicinity.

"Shee••••••

Michael was soothing a small child in his arms.

He was in a cradle of peace itself.

Long after the disappearance of holiness and religion, Eve thought Michael
looked like the Holy Father.

"As the Master said, you are an angel."

It was just a moment ago when I saw a child who was squeezing a tearful
nose and contributing to the noise.

But Michael's face was very serious.

Michael approached Eve with the child in his arms and helped.

"The song is too much, but I can read fairy tales. Come here."

Michael led the children around the floor in a circle.

And opened the most popular fairy tale book.

It contains sentences full of concentricity with attractive echoes.

It had more ear-catching power than the recitation of the minstrel.

The children had already opened their eyes to poetry and became quiet and
listened to the reading of fairy tales.

"The dragon cried out to the sky. Crazy. I'm a terrible dragon. I'll eat you all
up."

"Gasp! Bad Marong!"

"Run, driver!"

The children responded well to every important point.

The children screamed wildly and clung to Michael's neck and arms.

Michael didn't seem to bother the existence of the jagged children at all.

In that state, he not only read fairy tales silently, but even stroked his head
once in a while if he had a whining child.

Eve stared blankly at the scene. It was simply Michael's new discovery.

Michael, who felt the gaze, looked back on Eve and recommended it.

"You must like fairy tales. Why don't you come over here and listen to it
together.

"Yes, sister! Let's hear it together!"

"Come on! Come on!"

In a flash, there's room for Eve.

Made. Eve huddled up with the children and enjoyed listening to Michael's
fairy tale books.

Eve and Michael said goodbye to the children, ending with donations to the
orphanage for refurbishment and grocery shopping.

It was a tough activity with a high public value, but thanks to Michael, it was
easy to finish.

Eve's eyes were filled with admiration for him.

"Michael, you like kids."

Michael himself looked like he realized it only after hearing what he said.

After a short time of self-reflection, he replied.

"I think so. You looked like an angel, as the director said.”

"I didn't think you'd see them that well. I'm glad Michael's with me.”

"I'm glad you helped her."

The carriage was on standby. Eve, however, checked the time of day and
stopped walking.

"Michael, I've been thinking about it, but I don't want to go back to the
palace.”

"Then what?"

"Let's look around the city."

I remembered Michael's interesting view of the city in the carriage.

I wanted to show him around. As it happens, the 14th district was a place
where the black market where Eve often went was held, so the geography
was quite familiar.

"Let's go, Michael."

"If my empress wishes.”

A tour of the ecliptic has been decided.

Eve led Michael into a narrow alleyway.

Before coming back out on the main road, she looked back at Michael with a
slightly mischievous look.

"Michael, I have a question."

"In other words, my empress."

"Are you going to call me "the empress outside"?”

Michael was caught off guard.

"What should I call you?"

"Eve."

It was a nickname that had long been allowed, but Michael could not speak
easily.

Eve waited patiently.

Finally Michael sweetened his lips as if he had won the battle against
awkwardness.

"Eve."

When his name was called, Eve was slightly flabbergasted.

—Eve

There were overlapping voices. A tone lower than now, a roar of a little
injustice penetrated my ears.

It was the voice he played on the last day of his last life.

"Eve'?"

Only then did Eve wake up from her thoughts.

She smiled hastily and nodded.

"Yes, that's great. Call me that."

"Okay, Eve."
It still looks awkward, but it wasn't a bad start.

Eve's familiar path was also to the merchant guild in the 14th district where
the black market was held.

Unfortunately, today was not the day of the black market.

Instead, it was a day when a huge market was established, occupying all the
main roads from merchant guilds to the square.

In the Yellow Island, this once-in-a-season large market was called the

'Festival Market."

Come to think of it, the festival market would be better off showing Michael
around than the black market.’

A few spider web-like alleys led to the central square of District 14.

The stands were lined up around the dry fountain, showing off their products.

In line with the name of the festival market, performers such as theater actors
and minstrels also excited.

Eve glanced up at Michael.

His purple eyes reminded him of both vigilance and curiosity about
unfamiliar places.

"It's very crowded. What the hell is this place?"

"Remember what we explained in the carriage earlier? This is where the

market is."

"Oh, similar to the mall, but different.”

"Yeah. Besides, it's not just a market, it's a festival market. The festival is
like a banquets of commoners, where you can watch theater performances
and win prizes through simple games. There are more things to see and enjoy
than usual.”

"I see."

"Let's take a look, Michael."

"Okay, it's too crowded. It's dangerous.

I see. I'll make a safe way out...…

"No, put the sword in and follow me.

Wow."

Eve took the lead in dissuading Michael from performing his escort duties.

He slightly grabbed Michael's arm thinking he might break up with the

crowd.

"Escort?"

"No, no, no missing children."

With arms crossed, Eve and Michael began to roam the market.

After hearing the explanation of the artifacts made in the workshop district, I
watched the squeaky chicks, bought a flower shop Ludbecia and put it in his
head, and tasted the snacks made by the common people on the spot.

With cotton candy in his hands, he was drawn into the crowd by the sound of
music.

In front of the merchant guild, a trio and Muhee performed and were taking
small donations to the hat.

They even advertised when a lot of people flocked to a great performance.

"A performance by Pegasus will be held in Central Square soon! A golden
opportunity to see mimes, circuses, and moving plays! At the end, there will
be a solo performance by the best singer in our theater company, so please
show your interest!"

It was none other than Eve who was drawn to advertising.

"It's interesting to hear a moving play. Let's go see."

"Hwang…… if Eve wants to.”

The troupe performed on an outdoor platform in front of a dry fountain.

Half of the square was filled with spectators.

People also stuck out their heads from windows and rooftops on the second
and third floors of the surrounding building.

The mime actor dressed up as Pierrot acted to the music and immediately
began circus and magic by jumping through the air.

People cheered for the first time in a long time.

Particularly enthusiastic was the time when gypsy dancers dressed in full
silhouette danced.

As the light powder effect made of fantasy magic scattered through the sky,
spectators raised the sound to the point where the square shook.

Eve and Michael also lost track of time in love with the performance.

However, the expected play was disappointing.

The subject matter was a thorny factor for Eve and Michael to feel the wave
of emotion.

Because the play was a pure love story between the Empress and the Knight
of Homunclus.
'Oh, it reminds me of Rosie.’

Eve, who recalled Rosenit, tempted by Michael, could not concentrate on the
play.

He even had a thin face, as if he were being tortured by the memorable

events of his past life.

Michael was similar to Eve.

"The Imperial family will never love Homunculus."

Michael even felt squeamish in expressing pure love, not just love.

Eventually, he couldn't resist and spit out his twisted lips.

"I really can't watch it without tears."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 43

Eve looked around.

Eve and Michael seemed to be the only ones who felt disapproved of the
play.

The audience of the common people were concentrating, wiping tears with
their sleeves.

Even when the Hwangnyeo and her immediate knight confirmed each other's
hearts and kissed each other, the square became a sea of tears.

Eve, who couldn't stand it, grabbed Michael's wrist.

"I can't watch it anymore because I've been through a lot. Let's go, Michael."

"You always save me by telling me to go out. I'll follow you."

The pink magic powder effect was reversed and escaped from the spectators.

How many people gathered, it took quite a while to get to the edge of the
square.

The sky was already dark.

Eve and Michael tried to get out of the festival market to avoid the voices of
the actors who were still a little heard.

But something came up. There was a scuffle in a corner of a dark alley.

"No! Get out of my way!"

The owner of the voice that ripped the night air was a girl dressed in a rose-
red dress.

She was a very attractive beauty with healthy tanned wheat skin and curly
black hair.

'Hmm? I think I've seen him somewhere.'

Eve's troubles didn't last long.

"I want you to listen to me for a second?"

A man who had mixed freckles with a mean impression was blocking the
girl.

"Michael."

Eve put Michael on standby in case anything happened.

A conversation between a man and a girl was heard.

"Hey, you know I'm the son of an extremist, right? If you go out with me, I'll
let you sing on the last stage.”

"As expected, you used your hand. Do you want to be this squishy?”
"A man of courage wins over a beautiful woman, don't you think?" I'll be
really nice to you. Date with me. Huh?"

"My mother said that I wasn't talking to someone like you who thought the
world was going to be self-centered. No way."

"Oh, it's frustrating. Can't you see the play is almost over? We don't have
time, so stop bouncing...…Argh! My legs!"

The man who was kicked in the shin jumped.

"You should have stepped aside when you spoke nicely!”

"Where are you going, you bad girl! What are you gonna do with my leg?

Take responsibility!"

"What?"

"I can't go! You crippled my legs, so make me your husband, according to
Gypsy tradition!"

"Stop talking nonsense...…Argh!"

It was a source of trouble that a man who was running one step reached out to
catch the girl.

The man grabbed the girl's hair and lost his balance, so the girl was also in
danger of falling to the floor together.

Michael's chivalry responded immediately to the girl's crisis.

He approached the man and woman who were about to fall in the blink of an
eye. One arm supported the girl's waist, the other pushed the man's shoulder
against the wall and fixed it.

"What, what, you!"

The man, who did not fall to the floor but was stuck in a wall, raised his
voice.

Michael said, looking back at him with a cool look.

"I felt like I was in trouble, so I helped, but is there a problem?"

"Laugh!"

The man saved himself even though his eyes didn't capture his life.

Eve stepped up.

"If you don't want to be misunderstood as despondent, you'd better quit."

"Don't meddle with me. I have something to talk to her about...…

"If you want to be treated like a disgrace.”

As soon as Eve's horse fell, Michael's hand went to the sword handle on his
waist. A man in the neighborhood could see this clearly.

"Oh, I got it! You can go!"

"Good judgment.”

The man took Eve's advice. But as he left the alley, he hurled out his anger at
the black-haired girl.

"There's no point in regretting it now! You kicked the chance on all fours,
Limona!"

The girl, who had been so high-profile as to kick her opponent's shin, cringed
for the first time.

Eve, meanwhile, opened her eyes wide to the man's name.

It's Limona?
It was not an illusion that I thought I looked familiar when I first saw a girl.

Limona Lund. In her last life, she was the best singer in Hwangdo, who was
loved by the new people.

"Oh, my God. Meeting someone who will be the goddess of opera in the near
future!’

Limona was such a great singer that she was invited to the royal palace
banquet at some point.

Her singing had the power to move her heart, in line with the praise of a
direct echo to her heart.

Even Eve, who was not very interested in cultural life, liked Limona's songs,
so she even had a recording golem.

Whenever I was bullied or lonely in the palace, I was comforted by Limona's

songs.

Eve approached Limona, slightly moved.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay. Thank you for your help.”

Limona naturally let go of the horse. It seemed to be because Eve was about
the same age and dressed similar to a maid's uniform.

It was then. There were thunderous applause and shouts in the middle of the
square where the stage was located. The play seemed to be over.

The band started playing to leave a lingering impression of the ending.

The introduction of the famous song resonated through the night sky.

Limona was surprised for a moment.

"My stage...!"
"Limona?"

Limona kicked the ground and ran to the square. But even before she got
stuck in the audience, let alone on stage, she stopped in raptures.

It was the sound of a song that put the brakes on Limona's feet.

On the central stage, a woman in a similar dress to her was already singing.

"Oh……it was my stage…"…

Once in the season, the opportunity to sing in the festival market is not easily
given.

"Ugh...

Limona's eyes filled with tears. The whimper quickly became a sad cry like a
child.

She sobbed and cried out, glaring at the stage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh If you're the

son of a theater queen, that's all! Fall into a bucket on the road!"

"The extremist is deaf! There's no one else on the last stage besides me!

You're gonna let someone call you by that tone-deaf, pig's throat for me?

Are you crazy?!

"Oh, just screw it up, Pegasus Troupe!"

Limona poured out a curse for a long time.

In her last life, she was an emotional and tender woman, but she seemed to
have many misunderstandings and prejudices.

Limona, who wiped away tears with her sleeve, looked back on Eve.
When I realized my heart and faced it again, my mouth looked quite stubborn.

Eve hurriedly pulled a handkerchief out of her arms.

Limona took it in without hesitation and blew her nose.

"Thank you for a while. My name is Limona Lund. If you tell me where you
live, I'll wash your handkerchief and return it to you.”

"You don't have to give it back."

"No. My mother said that gypsy should do the same thing as possible with
help. You can't wipe your mouth with help twice."

"0O"

—"S" •

It is impossible to say that she is the seventh empress who lives in the palace
due to trivial matters, but I did not want to lie.

Eve saw Limona biting her lip.

Pretending to be all right, but it was clear that he was still holding back his
sad tears.

Eve said.

"It looks like you need help now, Limona."

"That's enough consolation. It happens on this floor often...…. I'm fine."

"Not consolation, really help?"

"It's not something you can do to help."

"You don't know that."

It was ridiculous for a singer who would soon be the jewel of Hadelamide to
shed tears because he couldn't get a stage from a small troupe.

Even if she wasn't the one who comforted Eve with her songs.

Eve was determined to be a fan of her last life.

"Let me help you, Limona."

Of course Limona didn't easily believe it.

"What do you mean you'll help me, you know what I'm”

"We've taken the biggest stage this season for an unknown singer. Because of
the son of a theater queen.”

"I know, but can you help me?"

Hm.

"Another singer is singing because the theater company owner is already

acquiescing. But how can you help me?"

"Don't rush me, wait a minute."

"I'm not rushing......!" The singer on the stage is already twice.

I was singing my second song.

Effects using illusionary magic

Seeing as it's getting more and more and more, Maybe this time or the next
song is Marge.

It's going to be crazy.

Detailed explanation because there was no time.

I put off my order.

Eve went with Michael to the tent of the theater company's simple office.

"There's no way the Lord of Extremes will meet anyone! Don't do anything
wrong!" cried Limona behind her back, but Eve stood firm.

I spoke to two guards guarding the tent.

"I'd like to meet Pegasus' theater owner."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

44 episodes

"Uh, I don't know which high maid you are so proud of, but our Lord Dan is
not a man of leisure."

Eve rummaged through her pockets for something that could prove her
identity, and Michael stepped up first.

"My noble master wants to meet Danju."

As Michael spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and pulled the
collar down.

The guard was embarrassed by the scruffy neck, clavicle, and the appearance
of showing off his left grand thoracic muscle.

"Beauty, beauty doesn't work!"

At that time, the atmosphere of the surrounding manna caused a small change.
Michael had a slight blackness on his fingertips.

The mercenaries were nervous, but Michael's intent was never to fight.

When homunculus uses manna, a sign of light appears on the left breast where
the heart is located.

The mark was a form of a cross wrapped in roses and snakes, a pattern of
Hadelamide proving to be imperial.
"Ho, Homunculus...…!”

Who in the Empire doesn't know the emblem of the imperial family? Inside
the tent, a middle-aged man who was watching the situation popped out.

"Oh, my God! I didn't expect to see you in such a shabby place! It's
cumbersome. Come on in!"

Eve didn't hesitate to go inside. Even though it was a tent, the interior was
quite luxurious with several layers of high-quality rugs and draped with
insignia.

"Are you an extremist?"

"Yes, yes, I am the owner of Pegasus Theater.

It's called Kun Largo.”

It certainly looked similar to the guy who was trying to manipulate Limona
earlier.

Eve also introduced herself.

"It's Eveen Rose Chloe Hadelamide. And this is my immediate driver, Sir
Michaelis Agnito."

"Alas, what a seven-year-old Empress Seven! I guessed it from the moment I

saw the mysterious lime blonde.”

"Do you know Lime Blonde? Little would have been known about me in the
zodiac.”

"No, no. About five days ago, the Hadelun Times featured an article about the
choice of a knight under Her Majesty the 7th, and since then, she has been
very popular among artists.”

"What?"
"The interview part that depicts the snack scene is so cool. Artists who read
The Hadelun Times were so inspired that these days, there are quite a few
paintings or sculptures of Your Highness.”

"……you must be kidding."

"It's real. Our theater company also has a motif for the next play. With a cold
heart.

A monster in a public prison! And the powerful heir to the throne, the one
imprinted on the monster! The last love of the century that can't be achieved!
Can't you feel the emotion that's going through your heart already?! LOL!"

Eve couldn't hide her embarrassment while the troupe, Joo Kun, held her
heart and pretended to cry.

It wasn't until a long time later that she came to her senses that it wasn't time
to stall, so she got to the point.

"This is the size of Saddam. I'm here to sponsor an actor from your theater
company."

"Gasp!"

Eve had Michael take out his gold coin bag that he had left behind since he
went out.

It was half what was left of the gold coin box from Desmond II.

"Hey, you mean all this?"

"Yes, you know, discovering great artists is one of the external activities to
enhance the dignity of the imperial family."

"Which actor would you like to sponsor?"

"Limona Lund."
"What? He's from Gypsy, so...…. Rather, what about the child who is singing
now?…

"Limona Lund."

"Oh, I see!"

Eve whispered low.

The amount is equivalent to the average of the two-month research expenses

of a grand alchemist, half-year rent for a merchant guild building, and

three-year living expenses for a family of four commoners. Is this enough to

help Miss Lund get on the stage right now?"

"Hua, you have an economic sense of burden. Yes, yes, of course. But there's
only one problem...…

"What is it?"

"He's a contractual mercenary, and he never works outside the time specified
in the contract.”

Professional wizards were picky about time contracts. As time was running
out Eve was regrettable.

"Just prepare the stage and the music. Then let's start with the sponsorship
agreement."

"Yes, yes. I'll get Limona ready right away.”

When I glanced out while writing the contract, Limona was following the
members behind the stage.

There was no such thing as a time for extra grooming. She'll have to be on the
stage right away.

The basic sponsorship contract was no different from the receipt, so it didn't
take long to write it. Eve quickly stamped and finished.
Eve came out of the tent and went backstage. The hurry was worth it. I ran
into Limona swallowing dry saliva behind the curtain.

"Huh? You...

"You're singing, aren't you?" Congratulations, Lima."

Limona looked at Eve in a daze. For a moment, she told Eve, forgetting the
tension about the upcoming stage.

"I didn't hear any explanation. The members just pushed me here to sing. I
don't know what's what...… Did you really help me with this?"

wo"

Hm.

"Uh, how...…?”

Eve wondered what to hide. Now that you've been helped three times,
Limona will feel better when she hears your name.

So he tried to identify himself, but it seems that he spent too much time.

Limona, who was pressed for time due to the upcoming stage, first
concluded.

"Ah, I see. Your master sponsored me, didn't he? Isn't that right?

"Huh? Well, it's similar.…

Only the sponsorship was right. Eve had an embarrassing laugh that she
didn't look like an imperial blood at all.

Then Limona came closer and said.

"Hey, we don't have time to smile. I really have to go on stage now.”

"Huh?"
"Name! Tell me your name."

Limona was grabbing Eve's hand in the middle of nowhere.

It was an embarrassing experience for Eve. I've never had such unhesitating
contact with a girl of my age.

"I haven't held hands with Sedella much...…

Eve, by the way, didn't hate this strange and unusual experience. She
answered with a slight blush on the tip of her ear.

"…... Eve. Eve Chloe."

He said a combination of pet names and middle names. The name without
Hadelamide concealed her identity.

It was time to confuse yourself with impulsive lies. Limona grinned broadly.

"Yes, it's Eve. Thank you so much.”

The name was called to Ga-hee, who lived in her past life. Eve hasn't even
heard her song yet, but she feels her heart pounded.

"Yves, you're gonna listen to my song, aren't you?"

"Yes, of course."

"You know what. The wizard has to sing without any special magic effect
after work. It'll be a bit dull unlike other performances, but I'll do my best.
Listen carefully."

"You, no, you'll be able to impress people enough with just singing.”

"Huh, you've never even heard my song. Thank you, though.”

At that time, the member in charge of directing sang Limona in an angcal gin
voice. The curtains began to open slowly.
"I'll go. See you next time, Eve!"

The wide-open curtain took Limona to the stage.

Soon the melody of the song loved by the empire rang out. It was a song
about the butterfly myth of the moon served by the southern nomadic people.

When Eve and Michael left the backstage, Limona's voice began to shake the
night sky in the square.

Even if I went back in time after my life, Limona's song still had a sense.

It was as violent as hitting the heart directly, but warm and sometimes tender
as wrapping and patting it in its tenderness.

There was no special effect at all, but onlookers couldn't take their eyes off
Limona.

Eve understood. They are now on the verge of the best musical instrument on
the continent.

"That's great."

Eve was in a proud mood when even Michael admired her.

The sound of singing in the dark square was coming to an end.

Eve raised her hand quietly. Due to the wide and shallow nature of her major,
she had also mastered fantasy magic.

Eve's command in the air created a white and purple horde of light on the
stage.

Eve attached Limona's wings as if they were flying toward the moon in the
sky.

"Oh!"
It was a low-level fantasy magic, but it was different from the light dust
magic played by a contractor wizard of a small theater company.

The audience admired the beautiful effect they had never seen before. It even
matched the myth of the song lyrics.

Clap, clap, clap!

At the end of the song, a great round of applause poured out. It wasn't just
him. The encore echoed like a roar and shook the whole square.

It was the first time since the Pegasus troupe performed at the festival market.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 45

The sponsorship contract contained a confidentiality clause on the identity of

the sponsor.

While returning home in a carriage, Eve became embroiled in an internal

conflict over her actions.

'There's not much benefit in hiding who you are.’

Nevertheless, I didn't want to identify Limona.

Michael commented on Limona's work as if he had read Eve's mind.

"I've been given more exceptions because you only allow me to.”

"Well, I know. Maybe it's because Michael has a precedent. Strangely

enough, I don't hate it."

"She seemed to like it."

"Honestly, I think so, too. I feel really weird.”

Eve was still confused. It was surprisingly Michael who answered her
condition.

"This seems to be the socializing of the common people.”

"Community of the common people?"

Michael spoke more clearly to the snooping Eve.

"You've got a friend."

"Ah……

Only then did Eve realize why she hid her identity. The next time Limona
met, she hoped she would continue to treat her comfortably.

Apparently, both cheeks were flushed.

It was the first time a friend existed. Isn't he even a singer he liked a lot in the
past?

Eve, who was cooling her cheeks with the back of her hand, felt Michael's
eyes. I asked because I was suddenly curious.

"Does Michael have any friends?”

"Well……

Michael lowered his purple eyes to the side.

Eve waited for an answer, apparently lost in thought. It was because the
carriage arrived at the palace.

Michael walked Eve home and greeted her with courtesy.

"Then rest in peace, my empress."

"Yes, Michael. See you tomorrow."

Michael also returned to the Knights of Homunculus quarters in the Imperial
City.

The direct driver, who is treated better than the general SS, uses a room for
two.

Michael was using the room alone when he just entered the palace, but
recently one more person was appointed as a direct driver, and he had to
share the room with him.

Michael, who opened the door, felt someone else's sign.

"There's your roommate.”

"Ah, Michaelis...

The roommate was none other than Sylvesterian.

Sylvestian lay in bed in uniform, blindfolded with her forearms. Tiredness

smeared from the disorganized appearance.

Michael glanced at the clock.

"You came back before midnight after a long time."

"It's midnight. I skipped a day.”

It was a confession that I stayed out overnight.

Unless you went abroad like Michael, there was only one thing that a direct
driver stayed out or came home late at night.

Sure enough, Silvestian spoke in a rare self-helpful voice.

"The White Roses of the Empire... ..are not much different.”

"Michaelis, what about you? Does Her Majesty 7 ask you to do that?

”
"That's a lot."

When Eve was mentioned, Michael showed a small amount of anger.

"……I made a slip of the tongue."

"Take a rest—we'll meet the sword when it's light."

"Yes……

The knight, as noble as the silver lining of his hair, must have been unable to
accept his duty of service at night.

Michael didn't blame Sylvester, who seemed mentally exhausted.

Michael drew the curtains on the window so that Sylvestian could rest in
peace. The moonlight blocked and darkness fell in the room.

Michael leaned over his bed head for a moment and looked at the opposite
bed.

The silver-haired people quickly began to breathe evenly. Michael's head

tilted slightly when he saw him asleep.

Michael suddenly recalled what Eve had said.

"Friend……

Somehow I didn't dislike the echo.

Chapter 10. Obligations of Direct Knights.

Eve's daily life was busy and smooth.

They invited aristocratic guests to the reception room to engage in small

social activities, and went out of Hwangseong Fortress to conduct public
activities for the imperial family.
He also heard reports from Cedella about the progress of Anais Soe's bathing
business and the manufacture of soap in the alchemy workshop.

In the meantime, she did not neglect her compulsory studies as an empress,
but also worked hard in collecting materials and studying in the library to
effectively take advantage of what would happen in the future.

Sometimes Desmond II sought Eve in the name of tea time.

Once, the Marquis of Limitiello and Count of Lindel were called to a meeting
where the Privy Councils

As the theme is to develop a pioneering district, Eve also expressed her

opinion on the specialization project.

"……as the Marquis said, I think it's wise to take a direction toward
supporting agriculture. Most of the areas where Masu was found used to be
granaries. But I think it's better to make sure that the land is fertile than to
bring agriculture into the frontier, which is a region near the site, believing in
trends."

"Hmm? Eve, you're the first to appear.

Do you know why an area becomes a granary?"

"I'm still guessing, but will you listen, Father?"

"Of course."

"I looked into the data and the more sandworms were, the more fertile the
land was. Perhaps the prolonged weathering of the body of a sandworm is
the source of the fertile soil."

"Oh, it seems worth researching. If you're right, isn't it possible to make

fertile soil by promoting the decomposition of the body of a sandworm with
alchemy, and refine it to make it into high-quality fertilizer?"

"Yes. Sandworms account for more than 50 percent of the total number of
attacks on the southern part of the island. The frontier would be a good place
to study and process."

"It's a great opportunity to develop the fertilizer industry and crop cultivation
industry in the frontier. No, it's not just a frontier district. It could be a
revolution in agriculture if fertilizer is distributed throughout the empire.”

"Thank you for listening to my little opinion, Abama."

Sandworm fertilizer and fertilizer. Both were inventions that were completed
by the Imperial Alchemy Association around the end of their last life.
Success was certain.

Also, the soil made of fresh sandworms was not only fertile but also
effective in natural pesticides.

There was nothing as big as sandworm biocto to grow worm-prone and

delicate magic herbs. Therefore, there will be a magic herb-like high value-
added crop industry in the frontier.

In this case, it was also positive to secure a floating population as not only
alchemists who use marsu as ingredients but also pensioners who use herbs
as ingredients will gather in the pioneering district.

The result of the meeting was very good. Marquis Limitiello, chairman of the
Privy Council, had little expectation for Eve at first, but now his attitude has
completely changed at the end of the meeting.

"There was a reason why the Emperor ordered the presence of Her Majesty
VII. I didn't expect you to be so brilliant."

Desmond II was told sooner than Eve.

"Yeah! I don't know how proud I am these days. Did I tell you? The policy of
creating a homunculus sagas and establishing an academy in the frontier. The
draft of the Peace Migration Policy came from Eve's head.”

"Huh?! I thought you'd be the third empress when you only told me to pass on
her?" Not only me, but all the nobles knew it, but it wasn't?"
The eyes of the Privy Council members were wide open. The clerk who was
writing down the words behind his back was no different.

"Betty did the trick.’

Eve had a hunch. Fortunately, Desmond II denied immediately on the spot.

"Uh-huh, how can rumors be so...…. No, it's Eve.”

"Ho...!"

Marquis Limitiel's eyes changed after learning the truth. He was now looking
at Eve with coveted eyes, not just admiring.

"Come to think of it, your majesty is 17 years old this year. God has three
beautiful children...…

"Huh! It's the brilliance of the limitielos, I know, but I'm in a meeting right
now. Focus, Marquis."

"Gung, I'm so honored, Your Majesty."

Marquis Limitiello could not erase his eyes full of regret even after receiving
attention from Desmond II.

The Marquis then took a few more chances to speak, but Bunburn was
stopped by Count Desmond II or Rindell.

"In the last life, you sold it to an old king, and in this life, you refuse to marry
Marquis Limitiel."

While Eve looked at Desmond II with fresh eyes, the Privy Council meeting
ended in a good atmosphere.

The secretaries of the Imperial Advisory Council busily organized the

minutes and delivered them to each department of the Imperial Palace.

Unlike in the past, when tea time had an unofficial war of words, Eve's
remarks would be kept on record and passed on to key figures.
In addition, Bridgette's intercept of Eve's credit will be corrected by the
words of Privy Council members and secretaries.

"Betty's face is a mess."

On his way back to the compound, Eve thought pleasantly. It was a very
rewarding day.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 46

Baek Eun-ui's Room, the residence of the 3rd Empress Bridgette. The elegant
and tidy bedroom, as if it were a temple, was now a tomb of flowers.

"Ibien Rose, the fine one...…

Sprout.

Bridgette's scissors knocked off the wide rose's neck.

Apple Rosa, a variety improved by the imperial family, was light green as
the petals went to the end.

It was as if it were Eve's Lime blonde.

A large marble basin was filled with apple sa flowers.

Bridgete wasn't satisfied with hitting the flower on the neck. She began to
draw perfumes from the dressing table and pour them into the basin.

Smells as thick as choking are mixed together. The air in the room was
getting closer to poison, but Bridgete had already paralyzed his sense of
smell.

She went on and on casually drowning the flowers in perfume.

Elijah, who was watching this, sighed.

"It's scary how quiet it is.’

All that remained in the bedroom was Elijah. He opened the window to
ventilate.

Bridgete continued his serene vanquishedness without even looking.

"How dare you humiliate me like that. I'll play wise in the corner of the
room. Without knowing the subject."

It was the start of attending the Supreme Council. The Supreme Council was
an important meeting of heads of imperial and imperial ministries, including
the emperor, the finance minister, the chairman of the Privy Council, and the
head of the palace.

The prime minister, who was on bad terms, should have noticed the situation
and avoided it when the finance minister, who was on good terms, first
recommended to attend, and the finance minister, who was on good terms,
looked uneasy.

It was only the beginning when Marquis Limitiello had his turn to report on
the outcome of the Privy Council meeting.

Marquis de Limitiello explained the Sandworm Octo, which made Bridgete

reluctant to farm from the dead body of the beast.

From then on, the Marquis cleverly attacked Bridgete and continued the war
of words.

For half a century, even a leading candidate for Hwang Tae-nyeo was too
much to handle. Bridgete couldn't resist the tantrum and asked.

Who the hell gave such a squeamish opinion? Marquis de Limitiello is not
speaking for him, but for him to come and claim his opinion.

-
The promoter of the peace immigration plan

It's the same as mine.

Bridgette's eyes grew and the crowd shook.

This is because the promoter of the policy plan to establish the SS Saga
Academy in the frontier area was known as Bridgette.

Bridgete thought that Eve, who knows nothing but alchemy, would not claim
political credit.

So he stole the ball by saying Eve out loud that it was the tee time spot for
Bridgete and Desmond II.

Somehow, however, everything was discovered.

It's all a matter of opinion from Her Majesty the 7th Emperor.

Marquis Limitiello's vow was like a judgment. Bridgette's face was

contemplated in the murmur.

I think it's been attributed to Her Majesty the 3rd Emperor.….

I've been fooled...… hmmm!

Bridgete stepped up in a hurry.

Well, that's the result of my argument with Eve. I've done enough for myself.

It is not wrong to say that.

Of course, no one has accepted the lame excuse. Some even heard the sound
of tongue kicking.
Later, during the meeting, Bridgete spent time feeling like he was sitting in a
torture chair.

And it's been the same since I took refuge after the meeting.

Bridgete asked all the users to leave and locked the bedroom door, leaving
only the riser.

Clink!

Unable to overcome his anger, Bridgette rarely threw a bottle of perfume into
a marble basin.

"Ha. How dare you put your head in politics?”

"Your Grace, let's calm down."

"I'm calming down."

"You don't calm down just because your voice is gentle...…

Clap!

"Don't talk back."

"……I'm sorry."

Bridgette's hand rub turned Elijah's left cheek red. He submissively rolled
down his lemon-colored eyes.

"I'd rather throw a bottle of perfume."

I would have avoided anything out of Bridgette's hands. However, direct

hand-wringing is inevitable.

After a ceremony of oath of allegiance, he did not dare to resist the violence
and torture of the imperial family.
This was a common feature of homunclus, even if it was not a direct article
imprinted.

But unlike obedient attitudes, Elijah's head was inadequate.

"You picked the wrong owner. It was tolerable when she was a strong
candidate for the crown prince. Now that I see it, I think it's the other
emperor's favorite."

Elijah was an unusual homunculus. He was on the verge of being disposed of

once when he was nine years old and has not been able to remain loyal to the
imperial family since he survived dramatically.

He was brainwashed in the name of loyalty oath ceremony, but it was

useless, and even now he has completed the imprint ceremony.

"Is there anyone else like me?’

The first thing that came to mind was Michaelis Agnito, a monster in public
prison.

But Elijah was displeased to be compared to him. It was unacceptable that he

was the same person who cleverly played loyalty with an idiot who had been
locked up in a public prison for three years for his foolish refusal to
consciousness.

"It turns out that his master was the 7th Empress.’

Not long ago, I remembered the opponent who asked for the back of his hand
and kissed him.

I felt a little better when I remembered my surprised face just because I made
some noise.

"Elyzer."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Bridgette's meek call dragged Elijah down to a nostalgic reality.

Before he knew it, Bridgette had quit the gang and had slumped in bed.

Bridgete asked with his chin raised insolently.

"What is the role of the direct article?"

"To serve the Lord with all one's heart and body."

"I'm very uncomfortable with your owner's review right now. What do you
have to do?"

"……it's a consolation to your lord."

"You know very well."

Bridgete twisted his lips and laughed.

Seeing this, Elijah had a hunch that tonight would be a long and arduous
night.

Today was a very hard day waiting for Eve.

The schedule was to go to the Amelos's Townhouse and pick out the dresses
and accessories that Yulia and I would wear to the beast hunt.

Yulia sat Eve in the largest parlor in Marquis and had dozens of costume and
jewelry designers come and go.

Despite her concerns, Yulia treated Eve well.

So far, the appearance in society has seemed to have been more of a tic-tic,
not a malicious quarrel.

"Silver decorations are not appropriate for you with coral skin tone. Give
way to Lord Agneto with cherry blossom skin tone. Sadly, everything I have
here is for you, ma'am."

"That's too bad."

"It's a shame, I don't think of Lord Agnito, but you should be the flower of
society first. Until when will you be treated like a social leaf?"

"Leaves……

It must have been a mockery of the greenish blonde.

Eve sighed softly at the constant ideas of the detractors.

After seeing this, Yulia started to figure it out.

"La, I think Lime Blonde is beautiful. The reason why I kept falling in love
with you was because of that unique blonde hair.”

Eve naturally changed the subject so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, well, Amelos Young-ae likes green. So I replied to the letter in green
pearl ink. Did you like it?”

"Yes, yes. I really liked it. That's what you call pearl ink. I've never seen it
before. I was surprised that I've never seen other young people before.”

"You bragged about letters to the young?"

Eve is pleased with the fact that it went as planned, and Yulia made a
surprise excuse.

"Dear, I couldn't help it because the young people kept nagging me. There
will be no such thing as showing your letter to anyone anymore. I'll make
sure to hide it by myself!"

I shouldn't have said that. Yulia had to help Pearl Ink become fashionable
under Eve's leadership.

"We should enjoy precious things together.”

"But……
"If the personal content of the letter is a problem, you don't have to worry. I
brought emerald pearl ink as a visiting gift. I want Amelos to spread the
beauty of pearl ink to other young people."

"Well, if that's what your Highness says."

Yulia was qualified as a goodwill ambassador because she was active in

social activities and had beautiful handwriting.
During this and that conversation Eve and Yulia were able to build some
intimacy.

Yulia gave Eve a harsh assessment of her fashion sense. However, he was
generally naive when talking about other topics.

Sometimes he even noticed what he had said. Eve felt so cute in her own
way.

"Now, let's pick the trinkets again, Your Highness."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 47

The host was kind, but the schedule was brutal.

Choosing dresses and accessories, which began early in the morning, was
only finished after sunset.

Of course, it was also because Eve was having a hard time, so Yulia took it
easy.

I stayed at the marquis for a full day. Thanks to this, Eve tasted all kinds of
desserts from the Marquis every five breaks and was even served dinner.

Let's get started.’

While enjoying tea for dessert Eve insinuated to Yulia.

"I'd like to customize the ear decoration that suits Lord Agneto. Is it possible,
Young-ae?"

"Do you mean earrings? The Imperial Court rules are that men's earrings are
turgid."

"It's not an earring."

Eve put down her teacup and raised her hand in the air. The silver ink on her
index finger drew a trajectory.

Made in the air was a small wing-shaped painting.

"It's a decoration that wraps around the wheel of the ear. I'm going to cast the
wings with metal and put the jewelry in to give you points. I want it to be
worn on the back of my ear."

It was a men's earpiece that would bring about a pandemic in about three
years.

Indeed, Yulia was the only child of the Marquis of Amelos, who had a well-
known jeweler of the zodiac. She immediately recognized the value of
design.

"Oh, my God! Do these ornaments already exist?"

"It is said that nomadic peoples in the south wore woven grass for traditional
ceremonies. I thought it would be really pretty to make it into metal jewelry.
It's called…… Our way of naming it would be 'ear cuffs'."

"Ear cuffs!"

Yulia's green eyes flashed. She quickly brought a sketchbook.

Eve's hand copying the wing painting in the air was as fast as the electric
light.

"Just leave it to me. I'll tell him to go and get the chief designer to design an
ear cuff for Lord Agneto. You're going to wear it to the next imperial banquet,
right? It's a shame that the first game is an outdoor banquet. I'm sure it'll go
viral as soon as it's released! Second only to the body chain!"

"I'm looking forward to seeing Amelus Young-ae working hard. If you let me
know the payment, I'll pay later."

"What do you mean the payment. On the contrary, we'd like to buy an ear cuff
design. How much do you want? What?"
"You're so excited, Young-ae. Once Lord Agneto has tried it on at the next
banquet, we'll decide after seeing the reaction."

Eve calmed down Yulia and delayed the deal.

Rather than handing over the design rights to Marquis to distribute them in
large quantities, Michael wanted to lead the trend by wearing ear cuffs
exclusively for the time being.

Yulia agreed with regret and asked Eve not to show the design to other
jewelers.

And after the whole story was over, he said with a bewitching face.

"You know the traditional decoration of the nomadic peoples of the South.

I was moved by your erudition of knowledge. If the knowledge is more than a

certain amount, it can go beyond sense."

It was a compliment, but at the end, only Eve's lack of fashion sense
remained.

Yulia sent Eve back to the palace with regret. He even said, "Let's choose
dresses and accessories over two days, considering Eve's poor stamina."

Yulia's intimacy seemed to be greater than Eve's. Eve was embarrassed by

the appearance of treating her as if she were a close friend, but soon smiled
and promised her a next time.

Eve, who returned to the imperial palace, fell asleep as if she were falling.
Half-day shopping was harder for her than a three-night study.

The next day Eve overslept after a long time. This is because the fatigue of
the past has flooded in with the hard work the previous day.

It wasn't until late lunch that Eve washed her face in the powder room. On the
market, I asked Sedella about the schedule.

"What do you have to do today?"

"You must attend your regular tea time, Your Highness."

Regular tea time was a place where yellow women aged 16 or older
gathered together to discuss political issues.

However, it was only a superficial cause, and in reality, it was used as a

place to exchange secret stories to one's heart's content while only direct
imperial women were gathered.

The main topic of conversation was the review of the immediate article. It
was an implicit practice to come without an immediate driver during regular
tea time because there were many naked words.

'Sometimes the level of conversation was lewd.’

Eve sighed secretly.

The attendance at tea time was Rosenite. Eve already felt drained at the
thought of spending time with her granddaughters and Rosinette.

On the other hand, Sedella and other maids were motivated.

"Since it's an important occasion, why don't we get dressed up tonight, Your
Grace?"

"Uh, uh, yeah."

It is time for decorative labor to adapt to the imperial palace's physiology

again.

The mint dress puffed up into a panier, highlighted with a light pink busle and
lace. Lime Blonde gracefully turned up and fixed it.

After wearing makeup and accessories, he stood in front of a full-length

mirror.

Sedella and other maids were proud of the results of the mirror.

"Sir Agneto will be surprised again."

A tempting word encouraged Eve. Eve gave a special order.

"Hmm, there's still time before the regular tea time, right? Then let's have
some refreshments together after a long time."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll call Lord Agnito." The owner, who is scheduled to go to
regular tea time and drink tea for at least three hours, asks for tea together.
Users laughed and moved after noticing Eve's intentions.

The tea time table for each family was set up in the drawing room, which is
famous for being the most beautiful in Sinnok's room.

Michael, who was working in the waiting room of his immediate driver,
entered the drawing room with his servant Hugh.

Michael made eye contact with Eve and paused. The greeting was a little
later than usual because of the wind.

"……I see you, Your Majesty. You're beautifully groomed today.”

"I heard that Mosi is proud when her master is beautiful. I've tried to promote
Michael's loyalty."

Eve joked, quoting exactly what Fioni had said before.

"It seems to be effective.

"Hahaha."

Michael's words filled the place with laughter.

Eve offered a seat.

"Everyone, take your seats. Since we have some free time, we made a table
to talk about it after a long time.”

"Thank you for your care."

Today's tea was pure herbal tea, not tea made through t-blending.
After moving into Sinrok's room, there was a sunny balcony. With the help of
Fioni, Abe began to grow a small herb garden.

So recently I've learned a little bit of fertilizer-making alchemy or gardening

magic.

Eve, Michael, and Cedela all four users held their share of the teacups.

Michael had been wondering about Eve's bright decorations. I put the
question in my mouth before the tea water.

"It's because I haven't heard about the schedule.Do you have an important
royal banquet today?"

Sedella answered instead.

"There's a regular tea time for you ladies. It's a gathering of the most noble
women in Hadelamide, so you have to pay attention to it as much as to the
royal feast."

"I see."

"It's customary to go without a direct driver at regular tea time. Maybe that's
why Mr. Hugh forgot to deliver the schedule to Lord Agnito. I apologize on
behalf of you."

Michael's nerves were focused on something else rather than on a minor

mistake.

"Thank you for your kind explanation, but I don't understand. Escort is the
most important duty of the immediate driver. Why not accompany the
immediate driver?"

"It's a place to share a close relationship between sisters. Since we have to

communicate with each other with an open mind, escort and market can be an
inconvenient barrier."

"Yes, I see."
Michael still looked unconvinced, but he didn't argue any more.

Eve stepped up to change the subject.

"So Michael's work is done for today. You can go back to your
accommodation if you finish drinking herbal tea.”

"Okay, sir."

It was common for Eve to leave Michael early for one reason or another. It
was a consideration to give training time.

"I'll be at the Coloso Arena. Call me back anytime."

«0W

Hm.

The table was sorted out after a little chat. Eve sent Michael to the training
ground first and then fixed his makeup.

Eve was lost in thought for a moment. This is because Michael's request to
call him back at any time seemed more serious than usual.

'Now that I think about it, Betty's a little concerned.’

Bridgette, who would have been irked by the poor migration agenda, would
not look down on Eve.

'You'd better prepare for what happens.’

Regular tea time was in the midst of enemy territory for Eve.

But Eve's worries were not about herself.

Eve looked back at Youngsik, a young boy.

"Phew."
"Yes, Your Grace."

"Keep an eye on the Colos Arena. And if anything happens to Michael, give
me a signal."

"Dear Lord Agneto...…yes, sir."

Eve's isolation makes it difficult for her authorities to protect as well.

Eve was also mindful of the possibility of Michael being targeted.

"Then let's go."

Eve led Sedella and Fioni to a regular tea-time spot.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 48

After walking down the straight hallway on the fourth floor of the Eastern
Star Palace, a huge arch door came out.

In the center where the chandelier came down long, there was a fancy table
for eight people.

Eve entered by herself.

The gates were closed after other imperial ladies appeared one after another,
and the last time Bridgette entered and sat down.

First Empress Roxandra is the host and oldest sister of regular tea time.

Stand.

"It's been a long time, everyone. I'm glad that everyone except Stephania
attended despite the sudden change in schedule. The reason I didn't attend is
because of a cold, so please take care of your health."

Sixth Empress Stephania was a close aide to Bridgette.

The maids of the main palace approached and began serving.

A small gift box was placed one by one in front of the emperor's eyes with a
fine tea cup.

"Oh, what is this?”

"Betty prepared gifts for everyone."

Bridgete wasn't a good person to give anything.

The yellow ladies all had mysterious eyes.

Even Roxand didn't hear what the contents were. She was the first to open the
package.

"No, it's...…

The present was a rose popuri in a mesh cloth.

As soon as it appeared, a terrible scent spread through the room.

I could see the yellow ladies holding their breath in the strong smell.

Roxandra, too, stuttered and told Bridgette.

"Now, it's a dried rose. The scent is a bit thick. Is there a rose like this?”

"It's made by adding perfume to Apple Inc."

"Well, I see. Whatever the nostalgia, thank you, Betty."

"H3 Matsua."

Eve looked down at the situation and thought.

Betty must have been under a lot of stress about the slum migration agenda.

Eve found Bridgette's nasty hobby thanks to her last life.

Cutting off a fine rose's throat, pouring in a strong perfume to make Popuri,
and presenting it to others was Bridgette's secret stress reliever.

Even the roses used are Apple Inc.

It was highly likely that Eve chose a unique rose with a green edge.

Roxandra hurriedly closed and cleared the box. Other imperial ladies
handled gift boxes as if they had something scary sealed inside.

Roxandra picked up the mood.

"Well, then let's pick up the car."

"Yes, sister."

With tea water in his mouth, Eve almost frowned slightly.

This is because black tea is bitter enough to paralyze the tongue and has only
a sour taste.

"Today, Rosie prepared tea. Come to think of it, Eve/he has a good
knowledge of cars. What do you say, Eve?"

Is he trying to confront himself and Rosenite?

Eve was confused for a moment.

"I think I can see Rosie's eye."

"Oh, my God. Thank you, Eve. -=-=-=-=-W-W-W.

Rosenite rightly took the assessment as a rave reviews.

What a great sense of self-esteem.

Eve secretly purified tea water and drank it.

It was then. Bridgethe, who had been watching Eve with cold eyes, opened
his mouth.

"You like the car, Eve."

"Yes, of course."

"Thank God. It's no exaggeration to say that today's regular tea time is for
you, Eve."

"For me?"

Is there anything more sinister in the world than this?

Eve was nervous.

The empress helped each other out and revealed the purpose of tea time.

"Yeah, Eve. I've been so worried about you lately that I've been waiting for
regular tea time."

"Yes, I think you're not good at dealing with direct articles, so we should
give you some advice as sisters."

I could hardly wait to see what kind of extraordinary nitpicking they were
even trying to make.

Eve looked at Bridgette.

She smiled coldly as the eyes met.

"All right, Eve. Then shall we talk freely in a place where girls are alone?”

At the same time Eve was strengthening the sisterhood at regular tea time,
Michael was closely watching the training of other homunculus in the arena.

Because I thought there might be something helpful.

However, the results were less than expected.

Moreover, it's a homunculus.

Only the fatal problems of the SS came into his eyes.

"Everyone's got a class fight and they don't care about their surroundings at
all right.’

Arena is large, but when dealing with Miss Lil Golem, they often invade
each other's territory.

There were not only one or two homunclus who felt helpless whenever
unintended combat interference came in.

They seemed to regard anything but themselves as a hindrance.

Sylvestian had to go to Coloso Arena and stopped by.

He found Michael and talked to him.

"Michaelis, you must have finished work early today. What are you thinking
about without training?"

Michael replied, fixed his eyes toward the homoon clues who continued to
train.

"I don't think it's ever possible for homunculus to collaborate."

"Collaboration?"

"Yeah."

"What a surprise."

"I suppose so."

The Imperial decoration, the immediate knight, is trained to specialize in

one-on-one duel or competitive hunting.

Michael is stronger than anyone else.

There was no reason to seriously consider joining forces with others.

But now Michael feels he needs a collaboration.

He explained why.

"Silvestian, you know that the amount of rock mining is decreasing, right?”

"Of course, the deposits of Galamut Ma'am are at rock bottom."

"Majeongseok is a material that arises from crystallization of the body and

surrounding area of the demon. At this rate, it is obvious that the battle
against the dragon will be planned soon."

"I'm going to build a supplementary army out of Homunclus.

I'm sure he'll be drafted a lot in the pro-crisis division.”

"Yes, homunculus was created in the first place because humans needed
someone to fight the dragon instead of them."

Michael, who was still watching the training of the homunculus, frowned.

"If you know how to fight separately like now, you'll die a dog. That's why
there have been so many homunclus victims in the two previous Maeryong
trials."

Sylvestian did not answer.

Michael, who wondered this, turned around only then.

In sight was Sylvestian, who had more mysterious eyes than Michael.

"What's wrong?"

"It was kind of fascinating."

"What?"
"Michaelis, you're the other guys.

I think you care about."

Only after listening to Sylvestian's honest words did Michael become aware
of his remarks.

Yeah, why do I care about these guys?

Such things as kinship and bond were far from homunculus.

Michael was confused by his own attitude.

Sylvestian then said as if he were sorry.

"I want to talk more, but I have to go. It's been too long.”

"What's the rush? Even if you go to your place, you won't have an 8th
Empress. I heard it's a regular tea time today."

"My owner doesn't like me to be away for a long time. I have to go."

"I see. I'll see you later."

Michael, who was left alone, decided to stop observing and train himself.

"Michaelis Agnito."

Just as he was about to inject horsepower into the Golem Summoner, there
was a voice calling Michael.

Today were two homuncloos on guard duty at the Arena entrance.

"What's going on?"

"There's someone looking for you. Follow me."

"Who?"
"It's the royal family, there's nothing more I can tell you. I'm asking you not to
answer the question, but to bring him back."

If the imperial authority were to be put forward, Michael would have to be

dragged away silently.

"Okay."

Two security guards, Homunclus, led Michael to the place, standing on both
sides.

It looked like he was taking a sinner.

How remote it was to be called to a place, there was no sign of stopping

even after coming through the three gardens to the windproof forest boasting
thick leaves.

It was clear that the impending situation would not be favorable to him.

"You used to take advantage of her regular tea time to pull me out alone."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 49

It was like a routine in the imperial palace for the imperial family to bully
each other using their immediate driver as an agent to check each other or
engage in emotional fights.

It was a low-key struggle, but the real imperial people considered it a

gentlemanly and dignified sport.

The logic was that it would be more peaceful to indirectly damage the
immediate driver rather than directly causing friction with the same royal
family.

Michael also heard more than three digits of related stories when he was at
the training center.
Thanks to his rich indirect experience, Michael felt his head cool ahead of
the crisis.

"Maybe this is better. If I were the target, I wouldn't miss the regular tea
time.’

The windbreak, thick with zelkova and hackwood, simply reminded us of the
natural forest.

It's stronger than the pillars of the main palace hall.

The trees you can see are leaves and the leaves...

Make a roof out of branches.

It was tightly covered.

"In a place like this, the watch golem is...

It's hard to function properly.

Ter.'

Michael suddenly felt something strange.

It was so quiet around.

The noise of fighting from the Colos Arena was cut off at some point.

There wasn't even a bird sound that was meant to be heard.

It's a kal-gye-gyeolgyeol.

Types were expected to be restricted access and soundproofing.

Finally, Michael was able to spot a human shadow through the bushes.

I saw a blonde yellow woman with six thick rolls, and a curly-haired yellow
that looked very much like her.
Sixth Crown Princess Stephania and her brother, Sixth Crown Prince Derek.

There was also a female and male homoon club around.

They were the immediate knights brought by the Imperial brothers and
sisters.

"Oh, it's annoying. Anyway, why does Betty always make me do this?”

"Calm down, Sister. The third empress is going to be a princess in the future,
so you have to see her well."

Stephania and Derek's conversation gave Michael information about the

background.

'Third Empress...... The last slum seems to have been vindictive of my

empress because of the state policy proposal.’

Michael stood in front of Stephania and Derek.

"I've got your order. Her Majesty, Her Majesty."

"Oh, good job. Go ahead."

The homuncloos pushed Michael in and walked out.

Stephania tilted her head crookedly and looked Michael from top to bottom.

Stephania and Derek, who watched Michael to their heart's content, booed
each other with a nasal voice.

"Huh, you mean this is Michaelis Agnito?"

"Hey, Eve, does that light up your face quite a lot, too.

Michael politely gave an example of an article.

There was a pointed gravel on the floor, but the posture of kneeling on one
knee was impeccably perfect.
"I see Her Majesty the Sixth and Her Majesty the Sixth. My name is
Michaelis Agnito."

"Uh, stay put. Don't get up."

Snap!

Derek struck Michael twice on the shoulder with his right hand.

It seemed to be an encouraging move, but the reality was that he pressed his
weight on Michael.

Michael's left knee, which was against the gravel field, pressed deeply.

With only a small lump between them, pointed pebbles dug their knees.

Michael didn't lift an eyebrow in pain.

"Chet."

Derek kicked his tongue like it wasn't funny.

And looked back and said with an arrogant chin.

"Hey, you guys press it."

It was the two immediate knights accompanied by Stephania and Derek who
were ordered.

"I'll take your orders, Your Grace."

"All right, Your Highness."

A male knight with a milky, burly body but mild impression, which gives the
impression of a large dog, and a black-haired female knight with bloodless
white skin answered.

They were, respectively, Stephania's direct engineer, Litberber Berman, and

Derek's direct knight, Snowret Wind, the master of conjunctive magic.
Snowlet and Retiver put one hand on Michael's shoulder from both sides.

Snorrett spoke quietly before applying force.

"You'd rather kneel on both sides, Michaelis Agnito."

"All I can command is the Emperor and my Master to give me the example of
slavery."

"……okay."

Immediately Michael's shoulder was crushed mercilessly.

The strength of the homunculus was no match for the strength of the Prince
Naburang, who grew up in the Imperial Palace.

Michael's left knee quickly began to bleed.

The same goes for the right hand on the floor with a fist.

Stephania approached Michael, waving her head.

Coral lips were sarcastic.

"Huh, you can't kneel in front of the other royal family? What a loyal dog this
is."

Michael did not respond.

Then Stephania raised Michael's chin contemptuously at the end of the jules.

"Do you know why I called you out?"

"……I don't know."

"I heard rumors in the palace that Eve was having trouble training her own
chauffeur. I should be worried about my tactless brother so I can stay still. I
was forced to represent the Imperial Sisters."
"Let me know if there's anything I can't do to serve you. I'll correct it right
away."

"Really?"

Stephania's insidious smile thickened.

"Sir Michaelis Agnito."

"Yes, Her Majesty the Sixth."

"My lovely brother, Eve's immediate knight, has it been almost a month?”

"Yes, it is."

"But Eve sent you back to your quarters every night. "Isn't he not doing his
best to serve, the duty of his immediate knight?"

I was expecting to find fault.

But I never imagined it would be like this.

'Ha.

Insulted Michael felt a rapid chill in his left chest.

"Why aren't you answering? Don't you understand? I asked you if you can't
satisfy me.”

"……7 Her Majesty, she does not ask me to serve her."

I knew it wasn't a good response in this situation, but I had to resist.

Stephania and Derek are excited to get an excuse.

"Oh, that's weird. It's a duty that Homunclus has to take care of."

"Yeah! That's the hardest thing you guys have to do."

Stephania tapped her palm with a grasped fan and said.

"I heard you sent me back so early even on the day of the imprint. Don't tell
me you haven't even checked in yet.

I guess so, right?

"What, why aren't you answering? Don't

Really? Oh, my God!

I don't want you to check.

—1 —1

I wish I had heard the article.

It's a procedure!"

Stephania made an exaggerated fuss, as if it were the first night of the

wedding.

Derek added as if he were calming down his sister.

"Oh, no way. As far as our Hadellamide imperial family is concerned, isn't it

a well-known lineage of energy? It wouldn't have been possible if Eve
Goggoth had inherited the blood of the abama she had bowed to."

"Yeah, you're right, Derek. Omitting inspection cannot be done by your

father's blood. Or you know very little about the imperial tradition!"

The Imperial brothers and sisters were determined to frame Eve.

It was obvious that it would be counterproductive to tell them that Michael

did not take any physical service tests.

Michael chose silence.

"Look, Lord Agnito doesn't say much. I guess he's been checked out for not
denying it."

"Then don't you think you did it in a hurry during the day? Maybe it ended too
soon to be angry?"

"Oh, that makes sense. I think that's the answer.

"Oh, my God. Does it make sense for a homunculus like this to be sentenced
to higher rank? I must urge them to strengthen the training of the training
center."

Stephania looked back at Michael and asked him questioningly.

"Have you got something to say, Lord Agnito?"

"None."

"So you admit you're useless?”

"……I, as a knight, will do my best to support Her Majesty the Seven."

"Ha!

You're not pretending to be a noble knight! On the subject of Homunclus!"

Derek stepped in, pointing a finger at him.

It was an insult that denied even his identity as a knight.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 50

'The Empress doesn't use me as such a tool.’

Michael swallowed the words inside that he couldn't bring himself to say.

In this degenerate imperial palace, the only consolation seemed to be Eve.

Meanwhile, Stephania and Derek have pleaded guilty to Michael at will.

"I'm sure Michaelis Agneto is not qualified as a direct engineer."

"It is an imperial shame to have a defective homunculus in the palace."

"Under Homunculus Management Act, we're required to re-evaluate if we

don't play the right role. It's the duty of the immediate knight to give
satisfaction to the imperial family at night, isn't it? "Homun Kluss deserves to
be demoted because he doesn't perform his duties properly."

"You're right, Derek."

From the start, their purpose was to create a justification for Michael to go to
prison.

"We'll demote him to the lowest level. We'd better seal the Manna circuit and
keep it in the yard for life."

"Wow, isn't your father's woes deep because of the decline in the amount of
rock mining these days? That's a good idea."

Of course, no matter how imperial Stephania and Derek were, it was difficult
to adjust Michael's rating with only Saint-Ttze.

So they decided to use one more means as despicable as personality.

"The sooner we get things done, the better. Let's give Michaelis Agnito a
clear reason for his exit."

"I should. Eve, this is a small thing to do, so we'll give it to you instead."

Stephania's wall overlooking Michael glowed.

"Well, you've got to be a cripple.

I'll hold it."

Michael realized that the worst thing he had ever thought was in store.
It's dangerous.

Michael has already been sworn in by Desmond II. No matter what violent
and absurd situation he faced against the imperial family, he was unable to
fight back.

"Retiver. Snowmet."

The two immediate knights seemed to understand the order just by being
called.

They took their hands off Michael's shoulders. Only then did Michael free
himself from the pressure on his knees, but there was no time to be relieved.

The sound of two immediate knights pulling the sword hit his ear.

Michael, who was immediately on the defensive, instinctively took his right
hand to the handle of the knife and stopped. The hesitation was wise.

As long as Eve, Michael's owner, is not around, there was a high chance that
Michael would be framed for first pulling the sword out of front of the
imperial family and threatening his life.

It was like giving Stephania and Derek a justification to get rid of Michael.

"I should aim to survive.’

Michael strained his whole body as he stood up on his tattered left knee.

At the same time, Eve was being interrogated by her granddaughters on a

similar subject.

"I hear that the immediate driver hasn't been on the market for nearly a
month?"

"Oh, my God. Does that make sense? "How useful is the Homunculus at
night."
"You don't seem to be making good use of your own articles, so we're here."

I never imagined I'd hear a bedtime story openly.

No matter how much it was only for the sisters, it was so vulgar that it was
not classy.

"This is the average of the Imperial family who use Homunculus as a legal
bedroom slave.’

Imperial Palace, the emperor's residence, alchemy's sacred place, and the
center of political and social circles.

It was the holiest and most intellectual place, as well as the lewd and corrupt
place.

Eve vowed again to abolish the pro-Communist system.

"Logie, younger than you, knows how to use direct articles. Eve, is that what
you're gonna write about?”

Eve glanced at Rosenit as Roxandra said.

Rosenite looked proud to be praised. Eve was confused as to whether the

Empire's white rose, which was a symbol of loveliness and innocence, was
right.

Around that time, Icel made a noise as if she knew Eve well.

"Yves wasn't interested in men at all. If you leave him alone, he may not have
a man to be engaged to be twenty-five."

"Oh, my God, ho-ho!"

There was a crack of laughter on the table. Even the frigid bridge frame was
smiling with its mouth covered.

Don't laugh, Betty. What's 25? If you hadn't ruined your country, you'd have
lived a healthy and healthy life at the age of 30, 40.’
What's more, wasn't Bridgette the one who tried to marry Eve off to an old
king in a faraway country. Eve was slightly tempted to live.

The next person to open his mouth was Bridgete's younger sister, Hessia, the
fourth empress.

She began asking questions out of the blue under the guise of the sistling
interest.

"Is there any defect in your homunculus?”

"No, it's not."

"Ho, you've confirmed that you're not? You've done your 'inspection' as
expected.

"Oh, yes."

I answered the truth.It was obvious that the liver would make a fuss about
how to omit important procedures for snacks. Eve was misleading.

"But why didn't you let me serve you after that? Don't you like it?”

"I love it. You don't have to worry about me and my immediate driver.”

"Oh, you couldn't have sent it back every night if you liked it.”

It seemed that he would bite until he got the answer he wanted.

"Do you want me to teach you first?”

The expression disappeared from Eve's face for a moment.

It was Bridgette, famous for his men's side, who uttered the words.

Eve looked directly at Bridgette, wondering if she knew what she meant.

"Don't look at me like that, Eve. I've made some jokes about it's a joke.
"……Really?"

Eve immediately cast her eyes on two of Bridgette's close aides.

"But why don't Hessia and Eissel laugh?" It's a joke.

"Oops...!"

Pointing out, they rushed to look at Bridgethe's eyes and pulled the corner of
their mouths into laughter.

"Ho, ho, ho! It's a joke. How sensitive."

"Well, don't take it seriously. I said it for fun."

It was sad to see him hit the rhythm with a frivolous joke.

Eve watched them with cold eyes and opened her mouth.

"Sisters."

It was a statement to everyone at the table. I was going to nail it down so I

couldn't comment further on a low-key subject.

"I appreciate your loving interest, but I'm not an immature child anymore, so I
can handle my own article. And as long as Lord Agnito doesn't do anything
demeaning as a knight, his educational problems will never come to the fore.
Even more so if it's not my mouth, but someone else's mouth.

I ask for your understanding."

No one refuted it because it was impeccable. Even Bridgethe nodded and

accepted.

expressed one's intention

"Come to think of it, I don't think it's an appropriate topic."

"That's what Betty said. Let's find another topic."

"Then…… keep discussing how to increase the amount of hardstone mining."

Suddenly, the political issue was a serious change in temperature, but the
response was good because the remark came from Bridgette's mouth.

Her aides, Hessia and Eissel, voted fussily in favour.

"Oh, that's great. There might be a good way for us to exchange opinions
together.”

"It's a problem you've been having trouble with lately. I'm sure they'll be very
happy to find a solution."

Eve was not happy about it. It wasn't just because the subject was an
opportunity to twist one's life in the past.

Eve thought it was the most unanswered subject.

Fourteen imperial families gathered to think that wherever labor or combat

power is needed, they just squeeze the homunculus.

It was obvious that the same thing, what was said, and what was said, would
turn around like a spinning song and become a boring discussion.

"How can Betty not know that she's a waste of time? Do you really need to
flaunt yourself by discussing where your father isn't?’

It was at the time Eve felt ill at ease. I heard birds on the balcony heading
north.

A strange sound, a mixture of sparrows and larks' cries of larks.

It was the sound of horns left to his servant Hugh. It was also a sign that
Michael should be sent if anything happened.

'I didn't expect it, but you really aimed for Michael!' I almost dropped the
teacup aloud in a moment's agitation.
Not as much as Michael, but she also had a lot of indirect experience with
the humiliation of Homunclus, who was hit by a conflict of interest.

Just imagining what kind of low-key bullying Michael might be facing made
me feel terrible.

I'm going crazy.

Whoever Michael is.

He was destined to reign over all the homoon clubs in the near future and
lead the strongest army.

Even if you were nice to him, if you put your hat on the line, it would not just
be an imperial family, but an empire would be destroyed earlier.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 51

Michael, wait.’

On the first day of his relationship with his immediate knight and lord, Eve
promised Michael, who was opposed to a ceremony of oath of allegiance
that encouraged him to obey all his royal family.

I'll do my best to protect Michael as an empress.

And then I remembered Michael's reliable smile.

It should never have been late.

To do that, we'll surround them with the empress.

It was urgent to get out of this tea table.

At the table, a tedious debate had just begun about the amount of hardstone
mining.
The dialogue was led by Eissel and Bridgette.

"I think the most effective way is to increase the number of homoon-clues
working in mining sites. Wouldn't it be okay to increase the number of lower
grades by strictly adjusting the rating criteria of Homunclus?”

"That's a good idea, Issel. There is no such way in the short term.

However, we need to consider the long-term solution as well. The

fundamental reason for the decrease in mining volume is that the Galamut
Majeongseok mine, which was the largest producer of Majeongseok, was
almost exhausted. We need to find new mining sites rather than increase
labor."

"Wait a minute. Ma Jung-kwang is made by crystallizing the body of the

dragon. Are you saying that we should carry out the battle against the
dragon?”

"Yes, I think we need to increase the number of intermediate homuncluses

that we're going to put into the fight against the oppression. If necessary, we
will use the superior homunclus generously to deal with the massive defeat
of the dragon.

Their conversation was no different from Michael's expectations.

There was a very active table discussion that took the sacrifice of Homunclus
for granted.

You're trying to drag me on somehow.

Bring Michael out alone and pick on him.

It was clear that Bridgette was the one who made the rounds to pray.

No matter how much I used my brain, there seemed to be no way to naturally

get out of the tea time spot without a hitch.

Then there was nothing to worry about deeply.

The next best thing to do is to make an accident within the level you can
handle.

'Let's just put him to sleep.’

It was a rather bold decision, but it's ruined.

There was no explanation.

If you don't use magic that you've learned at times like this, when will you
save it?

And most of all, it wasn't time for Michael to decide between means and
means.

One of the only positive facts now was that the eldest sisters of the imperial
family, the 1st and 2nd empress, were very satisfied with the boring
conversation topic.

Big sisters aren't accomplices. that

All we have to do is deal with the rum leader.’

Eve covered her lips with a teacup, pretending to savor the tea, and chanted a
spell.

The opponent to cast a spell on is Bridgette.

At first, I thought about doing Roxandra, the host of regular tea time, but
changed the target because it would have been useless if Bridgete magically
woke Eve up again.

The problem is, of course, the last life of the crown prince.

He said how he would put Bridgette to sleep, who has the ability to take over
the position of a woman.

Bridgete, 23, was currently pursuing a higher degree in magic.

Immunity to mental system magic tended to be proportional to the level of
magic discipline as well as the innate mental strength of the individual.

In other words, Bridgette's mental magic immunity would have been as high
as his degree grade.

"Don't use simple sleep magic."

It's a law, so it won't work for Bridgette at all.’

Eve, though, was not daunted.

Eve regressed with all the achievements of her past life.

Eve didn't just play and eat at the palace until she was 25, so she had
achieved a higher level of magic.

Besides, Eve was an expert in the field of life magic, and because of this, she
was a very useful expert in the field of real life applications.

He had an exceptional talent for casting and combining magic at the same
time.

"We'll have to put three magic spells of mental weakness above the top and
put a magic spell on it.’

It just so happens that Bridgette is emphasizing the need for a war of

suppression, so he decided to use it when he was throwing up his mouth.

The moment when you were distracted or lost your mind was a good time to
cast a spell on the mental system.

"It's going to be a massive repulsive operation. If we succeed, we will be

able to receive stable supply of Ma Jeongseok for the next 200 years, so in
return, the lives of 1,000 homunclus...….

"Betty..."?”

"Oh, where did I say...…?”

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Bridgete was flabbergasted by Issel's worried question.

Bridgette's eyes keep closing.

I looked around with

Then I made eye contact with Eve holding a teacup.

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Bridgette's wall overcame sleepiness and grew to its limit.

Realizing something, she patted her lips to honor the protective order.

"It's too late.’

Eve is the spirit of Bridgette with the invalidation magic she's already cast.

I destroyed the protective magic.

It was a good time to kick off.

"You...!"

Bridgete couldn't even throw up a single thunderbolt.

Immediately with a splash, her upper body crouched down on the table.

"Huh, sister?!"

"Betty!"

I'm embarrassed by Eissel and Hessia.

He lost his dignity and raised his voice.

Eisel was the empress who led the discussion with Bridgete, and Hessia was
Bridgete's younger brother, so it was clear that she was an accomplice to the
situation.

Eve decided to put the two empress to sleep while she was at it.

When I put a magic spell on the gap that I lost my usual mind, it was instant
before my eyes were out of focus.

There was another splash.

Bridgette and Hessia, and...

The sound of Issel's breath echoed offbeat.

"Huh? What is it?"

The imperial ladies blinked in bewilderment.

Eve calmly rose from her seat and pretended to look into the condition of the
three empress, including Bridgete.

All three imperial women had their mouths wide open because they fell
asleep while screaming.

Eve gently pressed her chin down so that they wouldn't drool.

He closed the door and said.

"Oh no. I guess you fell asleep because the topic of the debate was boring.
Betty must be busy with the Hwangdo delegation business these days, so
she's probably running out of sleep. Unfortunately, we'd better end our
regular tea time here.”

"Huh... really? Shall we?"

Roxandra, who was dozing off, accepted Eve's offer.

"Roxandra, something urgent came up, so would you mind if I left first?"

"Of course. You'll have to go."

"Thank you."

Eve bowed slightly to greet.

This was enough formalities.

She immediately crossed the room with a great stride.

Then Roxandra and Rosenit sang Eve in bewilderment.

"Eve, aren't you going out?”

"Older sister, the door is on the other side.

De……

Eve ignored and approached the balcony. And with his hand on the railing, he
jumped up to the fourth floor.

"Ahhhhah!

Rosenite's screams rang out sharply.

Eve, however, showed no regard for the flying magic.

Soon she landed on a flower bed on the ground as light as a feather.

"I'm in a hurry. Are you going to walk out the door now?’

The only thing I've ever pretended to be laid back was a full-fledged
performance.

Eve, who was so nervous, could not resist the temptation of a wide-open
balcony.

The sound of horns mimicking bird calls from the flower bed was heard
again.

Eve could quickly find Hugh, a servant.

"Your Highness!"

A young aristocratic boy came running at a stroke.

"What about Michael?"

"I was in the Arena, and I went deep into the northern garden with two
homuncloos. For some reason, I felt like the two Moonsklus were forcibly
taking Lord Agnito. I thought I'd sneak up on you, but I ran to you."

"Well done, now tell Sedella what's going on and get back to my place.

Go. And we'll all stand by."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

Eve jumped high from the ground, chanting a spell.

Shooshhhhooh!

Warp magic without permission within the palace was prohibited, so there
was no choice but to fly.

During the flight to the Colos Arena, the overlying surveillance golem
gathered beside Eve and repeatedly dispersed.

"Let's get one."

Eve snatched one of the surveillance golem's and stuffed it into lacey
sleeves.

Eve quickly located Michael.

This is because five or six surveillance golem's that were blocked by the
blockade were hovering in the air.

Eve landed gently at the top of the windshield.

Close your eyes immediately and concentrate.

I did

And with eagerness to hope it wasn't too late and anger at Bridgette, he hit
the floor with his right foot.

Whoosh!

The heels of the high heels were relentlessly sealed.

Cracks began to form on hard surfaces like the monster's eggshells.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 52

Chapter 11. The Secret of the Empress.

“….!”

Michael's physical barrier is a sword.

In fact, he can't withstand a series of blows.

It broke up in the end.

He's almost 10 meters behind.

I ran into a zelkova tree.

The thumping sound was heavy. But

I'm groaning with pain in my back.

There wasn't.

Michael immediately had to hold the sword with his hands and block the
front.

GANG!
Retber's bayonet, which had been cut down horizontally, was blocked by a
narrow margin.

The blow broke the gold decoration attached to the saber. One of the shards
scratched Michael's right cheek, leaving a solid red line.

Michael didn't take it out of the search.

The Supreme Prosecutors' Office of Longsord and Retber continued to

confront each other.

"Isn't that muscle strengthening magic too much.

"I'm sorry. It's the magic stone effect on the bestowed sword."

"Sigh, some can't even take out the sword, some can get extra effect and that's
unfair."

"……I and Lord Wind also regret this situation, Lord Agneto."

Derek pressed when it was rarely concluded.

"Litber, why did you lose the light from the sword?" Snoret, why are you still
in the back?! You guys, don't waste your time and do it right!"

"……yes, Your Highness."

The retriever, who answered, corrected his posture and condensed the blue
sword to the Supreme Prosecutors' Office. Snoret also pulled out a white
sword.

Stephania snorted in pretending to be concerned about Michael.

"Oh, Lord Agnito. Until when are you not going to take out the sword? You
have to respond with a sword. You're really gonna get in trouble at this
rate?”

I shouldn't have fallen for words of encouragement.

If you accidentally show the blade of the sword or pull the sword up,
Snorrett will immediately break the line and attract the watchdog golem.

So the production to put Michael on the charge of attempted murder of a

royal family would have been completed in no time.

All

If so, it is only possible to fight with defensive barriers, but sadly Michael
had a weakness that he trained mainly on offensive magic and was vulnerable
to defensive magic.

"What a loophole in the Imperial Palace's laws. Both magic and sword use
manna, but attack magic is banned altogether, but sword is allowed
optionally.’

In some cases, the black is more terrifying than the top-class magic, but
alchemy and magic are used.

Perhaps because it was an empire of good science, there was a lack of

understanding of kendo.

"All right, Retiver, Snoret. Cut off your arms or legs so you can't serve as a
knight."

Snorlett and Litver have narrowed the distance from both sides of Michael.

I'm in trouble.

Reattaching or regenerating limbs even if they were amputated was not

possible until more than 300 years ago when sacred power existed.

This was an era of healing magic and potion alchemy that accelerated
recovery.

If Michael's irreversible injury here makes him less valuable, whatever the
reason may be, he will be in the lower ranks.
The life of homoon club judged to be in the lower ranks is miserable. He
could not escape the fate of being dragged to the Ma Jeong-seok mine or
killed in the name of disposal.

If I could've done a tussle...….Sigh, indeed, this is the moment I'm dying to

see my empress."

It was when a bitter smile crossed Michael's face for a moment. Retber, who
had already come right up front, said.

"It would be best to lose your left arm."

Currently, Michael had two options.

One, just like this, arms and legs.

It was to give up one of them and be taken to a stable and end up miserable.

And the other was to draw a sword and save the moment, but to be executed
painfully, overturning the charge of attempted murder of an imperial man.

"Both are the worst, but the second time will be a vent.’

Loyal brainwashing can knock down their immediate knight, even if it doesn't
hurt the royal family.

In fact, Michael was confident that if he could use the sword, he would clear
it up within 10 minutes even if Snowlet and Litver were at the same time.

The danger has always been in the vicinity since the time of the training
camp, and he was determined to enter the port. Michael was not very afraid
of torture or death.

'The problem is...

Nevertheless, Michael hesitated. If he gets in trouble, the responsibility is

entirely on Eve.

It's because I'm crazy about going back.

The charge of assassination of the royal family was so heavy that it was clear
that it would provide a good excuse for political opponents. It was deadly
for Eve.

Is it because he was subordinated by signing an imprint contract with Eve?

Michael wanted to avoid Eve as much as he could stand in her way.

'It wouldn't hurt to act like a knight once in a lifetime. For a moment you have
brought me out into the world, my empress."

I made up my mind. Not to resist, even if it's humiliating.

Michael stuck it on the floor like throwing out a long-s

"Yes, do as you please."

Michael put his left arm forward.

"Don't you?"

"……I'll finish quickly."

The Supreme Prosecutors' Office, dressed in blue, shone coolly.

As many as a guillotine blade.

It was the very moment I was about to fall into office.

Quack...! Quack...…!

A crack was forming at the top of the boundary.

"What, what?!”

"The intruder?!"

Soon, a man who passed the boundary appeared from above.

The fluttering skirt looked like a flower in full bloom. Dress Eve, dressed,
was looking down at her feet.

Eve landed quickly on the floor. The location was exactly between Michael
and Retiver.

Snap.

Eve had no hesitation in stopping Litver's grand slam naked.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Ee, Eve?!

In everyone's dismay, Eve opened her mouth, glaring at the front retriever.

"How dare you."

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Only then did Litver realize that the bayonet, which was about to hit
Michael's left arm, was coincidentally aiming Eve.

Litver immediately recovered the bayonet and knelt down fast enough to
make a flop. Snorrett, who was next to him, also put the sword in the sword
and set an example.

"Litberberberberberberman, see Her Majesty the Seventh!"

"Snoret Wint is visiting Her Majesty the Seventh!"

Eve was simply not in the mood to respond to greetings. He turned to the
back without lifting Snorlett and Retriever up.

Then Michael, with a look of incredulity, appeared.

"Hwangnyeo?"

"Sigh..."

I checked Michael's safety. Eve let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
But the feeling of relief didn't last long. This is because Michael's
appearance was not normal.

Eve's face hardened as soon as she saw the ruined uniform, the scratch on the
cheek, the bloody left knee and the right hand.

The black fury that rose from the depths wiped the expression off her face
again.

Eve's eyes touched the longword at Michael's feet.

The situation was quickly understood just by looking at the poor search
because the decorations were all broken.

I've come at a very dangerous time.

Michael was still in a state of shock. The eyes of Eve were as if they were
seeing fantasy or dream, not reality.

Eve immediately narrowed the distance, asking him if he was okay and
suppressing his urge to check the condition. And he opened his mouth in a
public way on purpose.

"Sir Agnito."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Michael, who finally came to his senses, hurriedly answered and took the
example of a formal article. The bloody left knee and right hand touched the
floor again.

Eve briefly bit the flesh inside her lips when she saw the perfect fit.

"Get up."

As I spoke in that state, I heard a biting voice.

Eve's eyes were on Stephania, who was wary.

"I didn't expect to see you here because of your cold."

"Oh, well, you know, take a walk! Yes, a walk by a fish doctor was good for
a cold!"

Eve dropped an uneaten excuse into her ear.

"I can see what it was like. Nia's sister and Derek's brother...

I think you've been calling Lord Nitto into the dark. It's interesting what kind
of nitpicking you have."

"What do you mean "saint restaurant"? I know it's a misleading situation, but
you can't just say that, Eve!"

"Yeah, if anyone hears it, they'll misunderstand. My sister and I were just
teaching your immediate driver!"

As expected Stephania and Derek had the audacity to raise their voices.

"Yes, teaching. That's good."

Eve recounted what Derek said in a low voice. Her eyes glanced at Michael.

"Well, let's look at how you gave me that teaching. Looking at Lord Agneto's
hands and knees, it seems that my sister's brother received her first greeting
from a pointed gravel field.…

"Oh! That's...

"Looking at the signs around, there was a manna-based skirmish. over there
Two knights, one Lord Agnito over here. It's two to one, but I don't think Lord
Agneto even drew a sword. What the hell's going on here, with the sword's
blade in tatters? You've been pulling out the black flag and you've been in full
swing."

"Well, you know...…

"Oh, that's enough."

"All right, all right... well...…?!”

Stephania and Derek, who were cut off, looked dumbfounded. Tooth B is
back socializing and confusing them.

"Yes, you don't have to tell me. It's working."

"Well, yeah...Uh, no, no, no! But let's talk about us...…!”

"Well, it's obvious. The moment Lord Agnito pulled the sword, you tried to
make him guilty of attempted assassination.”

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 53

"Gasp!"

It hit the nail on the head. Stephania and Derek's forehead are filled with cold
sweat.

Eve turned to Michael.

Michael was fixed as if he had never taken his eyes off her since Eve's
appearance.

Eve instead picked up a long-sword that had been snatched at Michael's feet.

He shared a heavy-weight sword in his slender hands and told Michael.

"Does the knight use the sword when he takes it away from his body?"

"I'm sorry, Your Grace."

"Take it."

"Yes."

The sword was held out with the handle facing toward Michael.
Michael took hold of it.

Soon the weight of the sword will reach Michael.

It's completely over.

Nevertheless, Eve did not let go of the hand that held the sword.

"Sir Agnito."

"Yes, Your Grace."

"I've learned a lot from my life at the palace."

"What is it?"

"Inside the palace, there is a series of disturbances. And that you shouldn't
just look at the disturbance as useless and try to avoid it.

These two.”

It was Eve's lesson in the last life of the catastrophe and the creed of this life.

The iris shone along the smooth surface of the pumpkin eyes.

It was the moment Michael almost lost his mind to that straight stare.

Roar!

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Longsord's examination was revealed with a clear iron cry.

In an instant, a stepping stone was carried out at the hands of the empress.

Eve turned back to the front and said.

"I command you, overpower the two knights who held the sword against me."

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Stephania and Derek had eyeballs sticking out.

"What, what...! What are you doing?”

"You, you, you, now, what...…!”

They have a proper command of the language.

I couldn't get a car and I couldn't move.

Snorrett and Retiver quietly put their faces together.

Michael smiled softly ahead of the turn of events.

Soon he picked up the sword for Snoret and Retiver.

"I take your orders, my noble empress."

Longsord was quickly covered with light.

Michael's sword was unique.

Darker light dust was scattering around the edge of silver-gray light.

It looked like ash powder that crumbled and a spiral glow of petals.

Before the full-fledged battle, Eve spoke quietly so that only Michael could
hear.

"Fight away from unnecessary injuries.”

"Injured..."

Michael's got a two-to-one fight.

I thought Eve was worried about herself because of the numerical

disadvantage.
Then he should have taken this opportunity to clearly recognize how strong
and cool the knight is.

"Of course you're worried about the injuries of Lord Wind and Lord Berman,
not me?"

Michael conducted a slightly twisted judo interrogation, expecting her

surprise response after the battle.

But Eve's answer, when she's back.

It was different from Michael's expectations.

« O 59 hhh.

Right away, the positive came the positive. It seemed to answer the obvious.

Michael panicked for a moment but thought he wasn't in a bad mood.

This is because Eve's attitude was felt as a deep trust in herself.

"This is my first combat order since I became your knight. Gloriously Do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Michael's two feet hit the ground.

With a ferocious force, he penetrated between Retber and Snorrett and struck
the sword.

Quack!

"Laugh!"

"Ugh!"

Retber and Snorrett immediately flew away.

Michael's silver-gray sword is an empty land.

Deeply divided. However, it has not been fruitless.

"Oh, my God! What's this? My hair! My dress!"

"Wow, you got dirt in your mouth! Tet, tet!"

With exquisite angular calculations, piles of dirt spilled over Stephania and
Derek.

The Imperial brother and sister were busy shaking their heads and spitting.

In the meantime, Michael's already used a sharp, threatening sword to get the
retriever back.

I was pushing.

The sword attacked Litver from various directions at the same time.

I thought it was welcome, but it was all tangible.

At the same time, Retreat felt pressure as if he was dealing with dozens of
swords.

"Why is there such a strong man?"

Snorrett magically covered the retriever, somehow Michael's ball.

I tried to cut off the flow of the situation, but it was useless.

In the Imperial Palace, attack magic is not only forbidden, but basically, it is
slower to strike than a sword.

Michael avoided or struck a check attack, almost ignoring the existence of

Snorrett.

Michael, who was allowed to use the sword, was nothing like Michael, who
was defending himself with a sword.

Wow, that's strong.’

Michael's battle scene after a long time.

Eve admired to see that.

Thinking that that strong man was his knight in this life, I felt touched.

Meanwhile, Stephania and Derek had nightmare faces.

"Hey, that's ridiculous. It's 2:1. How can you...…. That's just playing with
it……!”

"Monster, monster……"It must be a monster, that's...…!”

Eve's emotion cooled down because of Derek, who said he was a monster.

It was a waste to show Michael's battle to these people.

Eve barged in on Stephania and Derek's views and overshadowed Michael.

And strode up to them.

Stephania burst out at Eve as if she had come to her senses.

"What the hell are you doing, Eve? Tell your immediate driver to stop!"

"I don't like it."

"What, what, what...…?!”

Stephania and Derek grabbed the back of the neck and ran wild.

"Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble you're having right now?!"

"Yes! You can't do this unless you dare to challenge me and my sister!"

"What do you mean a challenge? Is it already hot? I don't know what you're
talking about."

He kindly asked me whether I was hot between the horses.

Then Derek patted his chest as if he were about to burst.

"It was the knight under the master! How old are you? You don't even know
the rules of the Imperial Palace? In the Imperial Palace, a direct knight is a
henchman of the Imperial Family and an agent!"

"Yes, that's right.”

"So what if your attempt to subdue our knights is not a challenge to the
authority of Her Majesty and the Crown Prince?"

Eve almost laughed at the stern roar.

"Did you forget? Nia's immediate knight pointed the sword at me first."

"Huh! No! Well, that's a misunderstanding...…

"Yes, sir, for attempted murder of a royal leg.

You'll be in trouble if you get involved. That's why I sent Lord Agnito to
solve the problem among the immediate drivers. You know it was my
consideration not to grow things up, sister, brother.”

Stephania and Derek couldn't answer back because they were right.

Eve then added.

"And by the way. You have to fight between the right weight class."

"So I'm going to challenge my sister and brother myself."

"What? What, what do you do...…?”

Eve lifted one hand into the air and stirred gracefully as if he were
conducting.

At the same time, the land where the imperial brothers and sisters stood was
completely extinguished.

"Laughing!"
"Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk"!

It was a subduction spell.

Stephania and Derek were trapped in a hole more than two meters deep.

Eve looked down at them from outside the pit.

"Eve!"

Stephania was furious. My nose was humming.

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you use attack magic in a holy palace?!

"It's not attack magic. It's the magic of life."

"Don't be ridiculous! How can this be the magic of life! I know the magic
theory!"

"I'm telling you, it's a magic used to dig before planting flowers. It's like the
first level of real-life gardening.”

"Ha, what, oh, really! Huh! Did you see that shameless thing?"

Eve sat in the air with a magic of supporting her with an earful of blame.

"Anyway, sister, brother. conversation

Let's do it."

"Hey, this is what a conversationalist would do! Just get us out of here!"

"If you answer my question."

"I know you're gonna get away with doing this to me......Argh! I have a horn
in my eye!"

"Oh, excuse me."

Eve, who rolled her feet pretending to be a mistake and splashed the soil,
apologized. Of course there was no apology at all.

"You, you! How dare you...…! Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh,
pooh, pooh, pooh, p

"Oh, excuse me again."

"This is real! Eve, are you really crazy?"

Eve's response to this was modest.

"Yes, did you know that now?”

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 54

"What••••••r

"My immediate driver almost got mad. Do you think I'm out of my mind
now?”

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Stephania and Derek shook their shoulders when they heard Eve, who had no
sense of laughter.

Only then did they realize that Eve's atmosphere was extraordinary.

It just so happened that Eve was dark as a shadow because of the backlight,
and only the amber eyes looking down at them.

It was floating up the iris.

It looked like a spectacular eye at an angle between Stephania and Derek.

"Noo, sister, look at her eyes...…

"What's wrong with her today?"…? She wasn't like this.…

"Did I just stay in the corner of my room for alchemy and go crazy?"…?”

"No matter how much. I just scolded my immediate driver...…

I heard everything.

Eve immediately raised one hand. Once again, command without music was
made.

Doom!

"Argh!"

"Argh!"

An invisible force weighed down on Stephania and Derek.

Stephania sank to her knees, and Derek lay face down like a four-legged
beast and hit his head on the ground.

All

The dignity of the royal family was not found at all.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can't get up.

"Ugh…… I feel heavy…"…. Ugh. What's this?…

Eve gave a kind explanation again.

"The second step of the real-life gardening spell. It's useful to use when you
have to grind the soil and step it firmly again."

"Well, it's just gravity magic.

"You are truly not afraid of the consequences!"

Eve answered calmly.

"Then do you want me to cover the hock and press it so that there's no
regret?"

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Stephania and Derek shook their shoulders when they heard a deep sense of
authenticity.

They look back at each other and whisper.

It's gone.

"Nooo, nooo, I know well, but that's an eye that I don't see...…

"Well, I guess so. You'd better not provoke...…

Now I thought the conversation was going to go on.

"I think you're in the mood to speak. Why did you invite Michael to this place
without me knowing?”

"Do you cover yourself with dirt?"

"Oh, no, we just...…I was just trying to educate you on the mind because
there are rumors that your immediate driver is abandoning his "service
obligation."”

Eve asked back what she understood after about three seconds of silence.

"So…… you scolded Michael for neglecting my night-time service?”

"Yeah!"

"Yes!"

Stephania and Derek shouted at the same time.

He looked as if he was relieved through words.

Eve, of course, didn't feel well at all.

The amber snow was sinking in its usual interstellar light.

After a while she waved her hand in the air.

Whoosh!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Wow, wow!"

The hock on the edge poured into the pit.

Stephania and Derek were frightened as they watched a pile of rags rising
like sand clocks.

"Dae, you answered! What's wrong with you?"

"He, stop! Buy, save me, Lee.

Eve stopped at the level of the dirt at her waist because she didn't really
want to bury them alive.

Eve fixed her eyes on Stephania and asked again.

"Who made you do this?"

"I don't want you to waste your time. I've heard the same sound from tea time
during the night.”

"Then why would you ask me what I know?"

"I can't help it if the only evidence is my credibility. I have no choice but to
accuse the two criminals in front of me of all their sins."

"As you can see, I'm pretty well versed in real-life gardening magic."
"Beauty, beauty, crazy•••••

At this point, Stephania seems to have been unable to resist swearing.

Stephania's the only one who's ever been humiliated by Eve.

I couldn't decide.

She kept her pride to the end.

"Yves, you're making a mistake! How dare you touch me and Derek, and you
won't have any trouble in your back?"

"Ah, you're trying to teach me in the dirt pit. Nia is indeed an example of the
empress."

I heard Stephania's molars grinding once.

"Me and Derek can't get out of here right now.

You think he's just sitting out there? No, it's not.

If we get Lord Windt to take action now, the watch golem will come in! But I
don't want to make a fuss that could be a scandal, so I'm just staying still!"

"I didn't know you and your brother cared about that."

"Hey, of course! My brother Derek is getting engaged to the Elphis

Hillenion."

"Oh, really? Congratulations."

Eve clapped without sincerity.

Stephania seemed to have a fever.

"Don't you know Elphis? The next heir to the famous Duke of Hillenion. So
Derek, who's going to marry the Ellipses, is going to be duchess! You've
touched the duchess of the future!"
"Your brother's path is so bright. I didn't know."

"Listen seriously!"

Marriage with the Duke of Hillenion was a great thing.

In terms of status, the imperial family was higher than the aristocracy.

However, as the emperor had 18 children, he was treated as a royal family

only if he was within the third rank of the actual throne.

Other imperial families, especially those with no backbears like Eve, were
worse off than the second daughter or second son of a white writer.

When you're old in the palace,

After staying until then, it was necessary to get married or exit immediately
after the coronation of the emperor of siblings.

So in the Hadelamid Empire, the word "one" or "the prince" used to be used
as a joke.

The duchess or husband's position must have been great compared to the
nonexistent royal family.

Derek would be a model example of a successful marriage prince if this

marriage were to be made.

Sadly for Stephania and Derek, however, there was no "Derrick the Duke" in
Eve's memory of living in the past.

"You don't think anyone can be a duke. And my goal is to be a duchess, and
where are you going to get a duchess instead of a duke?’

No wonder Eve wasn't impressed.

"How can you be so easygoing to touch your future duchess, you ignorant of
the world! wick
He's not just a duke, he's a hillenion! As for the Hillenion Street...…

Eve shook her hand and cut off the horse.

"A straight family that values principle and honor. I don't know if you'd want
a broken son-in-law in that family?"

"What, what...?!"

"It's interesting, because my brother called his half-brother's driver into a

dark place, and then he went into a defenseless confrontation.

How do you think it'll turn out in the duke's house if you hear that? Will the
engagement between my brother and Hillenion be successful?”

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I was hit by a headwind that looked good.

Stephania opened her mouth with bulging eyes.

Perhaps now she wouldn't be able to shut up if she scooped dirt in her mouth
and fed it.

"Who, sister...

Derek looked at Stephania with puzzled eyes.

She soon calmed down.

"You're going to talk to the Duke?"

"I saw it."

"That's funny, Eve. Do you think the Duke and his love will listen? No, you
want me to meet you there? You have no back belly, no connections, no
dream."

I meant to understand the subject well.

Eve also agreed a hundred times that Duke Hillenion or Young-ae would not
spare time for such a thing.

It was clear that it would be considered a dispute within the imperial palace
fought by the royal family without a rear ship.

Nevertheless, Eve smiled leisurely.

Are you laughing?

Stephania had an ominous feeling.

Soon Eve said.

"Nia, you're too. In this day and age, who delivers the news directly by
selling news and deliver it directly?"

Eve rummaged through the racy sleeve dance.

Eve's right hand caught a ripe apple-sized silver gray object.

Its identity was clear, wagging its long tail and wanting to fly into the sky.

"Go, watch golem!"

Eve brought in the surveillance goal.

Rem had so far regarded the situation within the boundary as an "abnormal
phenomenon" and started recording the video.

It was perfect as proof that the information would be read in the head when a
later intermediate wizard injected mana into contact.

Eve opened her mouth as she hugged the watch golem like a lovely pet.

The name of the surest route to contact the Duke of Hillenion came out.

"In the Empire Times,

If I tell you a vivid story,

Press, Hadelun.

It's working.

!”

Eve's smile, which adds, "You don't need a back belly, you don't need a
connection."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 55

At that moment, the light and darkness were sharply divided. Unlike Eve,
who is bright and bright, Derek screams with a face that seems to have taken
all the despair and fear of the world.

"Oh, no!"

"You can."

"No!"

"You can."

"Hey, Eve! You, you, you, you, you, get it!"

"I don't like it."

"Ah, Eve! Please, I beg of you. Give it to this brother. Huh?"

Derek was desperate, letting go of the threat and watching Euler.

By that time, Michael's side was cleared up. He approached with the homoon
club of the two imperial families at the forefront.

"I have fulfilled my orders, Your Grace."

"Already?"

"Yes."

Flop.

Snowlet and Retreat knelt on the side of Eve. Whether it was an

overwhelming victory or a clean defeat, they were not seriously injured.

Snowlet and Retreat were enough angles to be seen in the pit.

Stephania and Derek, far from being relieved that their homunclus was not
seriously injured, ran wild on their knees.

"Oh, no, did you lose in the end? Even so.

There's only two of you."

"This, this useless thing, the owners of this kind of insult.

I'm being beaten...…!”

Snoret and Retiver bit their lips with shame.

Eve also pretended to have misled her foot and caused a horn to splatter
inside the pit. It returned to its main point by the time the loud sound of the
noise had disappeared.

"Anyway, I've got my brother's wedding. It's okay to be relieved.

I don't want to be featured in the gossip, so I don't want to report it."

"Well, really?"

"Okay, let's start with the conversation we didn't have before."”

The interrogation has begun again.

"So, who made you do this, brother?”

"Are you going to waste your time again?"

"……Bridge-te."

Finally, the name I want to hear came out. But Eve, far from pleased, felt her
left breast getting cold.

She asked the next question, with neither look nor tone changing.

"Please also tell me specifically what you were instructed to do."

"Your direct article......to make him not be a knight and kick him out of the
palace...…

"Hoo... keep talking."

"Bar, you're gonna have to pick on the market at night.

I said if you catch it, it would work. And he said, "If you fight with two
knights and fight back, you should be charged with attempted murder of a
royal family member." I, in the meantime, prefer the latter, so provoke...…

"Well, all three of them were ordered by Emperor Three! My sister and I just
did as we were told!"

It's all in the cards, but they're all right.

So it was hard to keep calm.

Eve was expressionless, but no one could not read the deep resentment from
her cold eyes and tightly bitten lips.

"What, what, he's scared!’

Michael, who showed a terrifying fighting power earlier, stood behind Eve,
and the harmony with the background was exquisite.

Stephania and Derek shouted to avoid Eve's wrath.

"Boo, if your anger doesn't go away, you can punish me and Derek's
immediate knight!"

"Well, yes! If you have any complaints, you can solve them through the direct
article!"

"It's so undignified to speak directly among the royal family.”

"Let's be fair enough that your driver got hurt. Instead, Homunclus' face is
life, so avoid it...…

Embrace others as shield

The act of putting above and impartiality into one's mouth was too low.

However, there was no shame in the faces of the two imperial families.

For the imperial family, it was a homunculus. It was common for the direct
driver to be the long-term end of the game on behalf of the owner, to be
handed over as a prize according to the result, and to receive a penalty
instead.

"Eve? Huh? Let's move on nicely."

"Yes, why do we have to fight amongst ourselves over a healthy

homunculus?"

Eve was disillusioned, though I've seen a lot in my last life.

The problem is that the same goes for Homunclus himself.

Retber and Snorrett came out first as if they had been prepared.

"Punish me, Your Highness 7."

"If we can relieve the wrath of Her Majesty VII, we will be pleased."

Eve's answer was firm.

"I won't."

"Your Grace, please punish us.

"I said I wouldn't."

" Your Highness••••••

Snorrett and Litver were nervous. But Eve only dealt with Stephania and
Derek.

"If I put my mind to it, it's possible to ask two knights for attempted murder.
In this situation, you're not going to protect your own knight,

but you're going to use it as a shield? That shallow sense of responsibility is

ridiculous."

"Well, it's because you suddenly stepped in and blocked the direct article...
…!”

He ignored the cry of injustice. Eve nailed it once again.

"I'm not going to punish my immediate drivers. It's not right for two
immediate knights, who just obeyed orders, to be sacrificed because of the
fighting of the royal family."

The eyes of Snorlett and Retiver, who were listening with their heads down,
were filled with surprise for a while. Michael was the only one who saw it
because it disappeared so quickly.

Eve put the watch golem back in her sleeve. Then he put his hands together
and put them on his knees and said.

"I don't have to be the one who frustrates my brother's dream of rising status.
I won't say anything about today."

"Oh, really?"
The Imperial brother and sister, who had only been known to be publicized,
were in a hurry to show joy.

"But there's a condition."

"•••••What is it?"

"Apologize to Lord Agneto."

"What? Apple?!"

"Yes, of course, not the immediate driver, but my sister and brother."

"Ha••••••?!"

Of course Stephania and Derek didn't take it too far. Aghast was read from
the face looking up at Eve.

"I thought you were a wise man in the corner of the room, but you were just a
crazy!’

It was unprecedented.

If we get Lord Windt to take action now, the watch golem will come in! But I
don't want to make a fuss that could be a scandal, so I'm just staying still!"

"I didn't know you and your brother cared about that."

"Hey, of course! My brother Derek is getting engaged to the Elphis

Hillenion."

"Oh, really? Congratulations."

Eve clapped without sincerity.

Stephania seemed to have a fever.

"Don't you know Elphis? The next heir to the famous Duke of Hillenion. So
Derek, who's going to marry the Ellipses, is going to be duchess! You've
touched the duchess of the future!"

"Your brother's path is so bright. I didn't know."

"Listen seriously!"

Marriage with the Duke of Hillenion was a great thing.

In terms of status, the imperial family was higher than the aristocracy.

However, as the emperor had 18 children, he was treated as a royal family

only if he was within the third rank of the actual throne.

Other imperial families, especially those with no backbears like Eve, were
worse off than the second daughter or second son of a white writer.

When you're old in the palace,

After staying until then, it was necessary to get married or exit immediately
after the coronation of the emperor of siblings.

So in the Hadelamid Empire, the word "one" or "the prince" used to be used
as a joke.

The duchess or husband's position must have been great compared to the
nonexistent royal family.

Derek would be a model example of a successful marriage prince if this

marriage were to be made.

Sadly for Stephania and Derek, however, there was no "Derrick the Duke" in
Eve's memory of living in the past.

"You don't think anyone can be a duke. And my goal is to be a duchess, and
where are you going to get a duchess instead of a duke?’

No wonder Eve wasn't impressed.

"How can you be so easygoing to touch your future duchess, you ignorant of
the world! wick

He's not just a duke, he's a hillenion! As for the Hillenion Street...…

Eve shook her hand and cut off the horse.

"A straight family that values principle and honor. I don't know if you'd want
a broken son-in-law in that family?"

"What, what...?!"

"It's interesting, because my brother called his half-brother's driver into a

dark place, and then he went into a defenseless confrontation.

How do you think it'll turn out in the duke's house if you hear that? Will the
engagement between my brother and Hillenion be successful?”

M | 99

I was hit by a headwind that looked good.

Stephania opened her mouth with bulging eyes.

Perhaps now she wouldn't be able to shut up if she scooped dirt in her mouth
and fed it.

"Who, sister...

Derek looked at Stephania with puzzled eyes.

She soon calmed down.

"You're going to talk to the Duke?"

"I saw it."

"That's funny, Eve. Do you think the Duke and his love will listen? No, you
want me to meet you there? You have no back belly, no connections, no
dream."

I meant to understand the subject well.

Eve also agreed a hundred times that Duke Hillenion or Young-ae would not
spare time for such a thing.

It was clear that it would be considered a dispute within the imperial palace
fought by the royal family without a rear ship.

Nevertheless, Eve smiled leisurely.

Are you laughing?

Stephania had an ominous feeling.

Soon Eve said.

"Nia, you're too. In this day and age, who delivers the news directly by
selling news and deliver it directly?"

Eve rummaged through the racy sleeve dance.

Eve's right hand caught a ripe apple-sized silver gray object.

Its identity was clear, wagging its long tail and wanting to fly into the sky.

"Go, watch golem!"

Eve brought in the surveillance goal.

Rem had so far regarded the situation within the boundary as an "abnormal
phenomenon" and started recording the video.

It was perfect as proof that the information would be read in the head when a
later intermediate wizard injected mana into contact.

Eve opened her mouth as she hugged the watch golem like a lovely pet.
The name of the surest route to contact the Duke of Hillenion came out.

"In the Empire Times,

If I tell you a vivid story,

Press, Hadelun.

It's working.

!”

Eve's smile, which adds, "You don't need a back belly, you don't need a
connection."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 55

At that moment, the light and darkness were sharply divided. Unlike Eve,
who is bright and bright, Derek screams with a face that seems to have taken
all the despair and fear of the world.

"Oh, no!"

"You can."

"No!"

"You can."

"Hey, Eve! You, you, you, you, you, get it!"

"I don't like it."

"Ah, Eve! Please, I beg of you. Give it to this brother. Huh?"

Derek was desperate, letting go of the threat and watching Euler.

By that time, Michael's side was cleared up. He approached with the homoon
club of the two imperial families at the forefront.

"I have fulfilled my orders, Your Grace."

"Already?"

"Yes."

Flop.

Snowlet and Retreat knelt on the side of Eve. Whether it was an

overwhelming victory or a clean defeat, they were not seriously injured.

Snowlet and Retreat were enough angles to be seen in the pit.

Stephania and Derek, far from being relieved that their homunclus was not
seriously injured, ran wild on their knees.

"Oh, no, did you lose in the end? Even so.

There's only two of you."

"This, this useless thing, the owners of this kind of insult.

I'm being beaten...…!”

Snoret and Retiver bit their lips with shame.

Eve also pretended to have misled her foot and caused a horn to splatter
inside the pit. It returned to its main point by the time the loud sound of the
noise had disappeared.

"Anyway, I've got my brother's wedding. It's okay to be relieved.

I don't want to be featured in the gossip, so I don't want to report it."

"Well, really?"
"Okay, let's start with the conversation we didn't have before."”

The interrogation has begun again.

"So, who made you do this, brother?”

"Are you going to waste your time again?"

"……Bridge-te."

Finally, the name I want to hear came out. But Eve, far from pleased, felt her
left breast getting cold.

She asked the next question, with neither look nor tone changing.

"Please also tell me specifically what you were instructed to do."

"Your direct article......to make him not be a knight and kick him out of the
palace...…

"Hoo... keep talking."

"Bar, you're gonna have to pick on the market at night.

I said if you catch it, it would work. And he said, "If you fight with two
knights and fight back, you should be charged with attempted murder of a
royal family member." I, in the meantime, prefer the latter, so provoke...…

"Well, all three of them were ordered by Emperor Three! My sister and I just
did as we were told!"

It's all in the cards, but they're all right.

So it was hard to keep calm.

Eve was expressionless, but no one could not read the deep resentment from
her cold eyes and tightly bitten lips.

"What, what, he's scared!’

Michael, who showed a terrifying fighting power earlier, stood behind Eve,
and the harmony with the background was exquisite.

Stephania and Derek shouted to avoid Eve's wrath.

"Boo, if your anger doesn't go away, you can punish me and Derek's
immediate knight!"

"Well, yes! If you have any complaints, you can solve them through the direct
article!"

"It's so undignified to speak directly among the royal family.”

"Let's be fair enough that your driver got hurt. Instead, Homunclus' face is
life, so avoid it...…

Embrace others as shield

The act of putting above and impartiality into one's mouth was too low.

However, there was no shame in the faces of the two imperial families.

For the imperial family, it was a homunculus. It was common for the direct
driver to be the long-term end of the game on behalf of the owner, to be
handed over as a prize according to the result, and to receive a penalty
instead.

"Eve? Huh? Let's move on nicely."

"Yes, why do we have to fight amongst ourselves over a healthy

homunculus?"

Eve was disillusioned, though I've seen a lot in my last life.

The problem is that the same goes for Homunclus himself.

Retber and Snorrett came out first as if they had been prepared.

"Punish me, Your Highness 7."

"If we can relieve the wrath of Her Majesty VII, we will be pleased."

Eve's answer was firm.

"I won't."

"Your Grace, please punish us.

"I said I wouldn't."

" Your Highness••••••

Snorrett and Litver were nervous. But Eve only dealt with Stephania and
Derek.

"If I put my mind to it, it's possible to ask two knights for attempted murder.
In this situation, you're not going to protect your own knight, but you're going
to use it as a shield? That shallow sense of responsibility is ridiculous."

"Well, it's because you suddenly stepped in and blocked the direct article...
…!”

He ignored the cry of injustice. Eve nailed it once again.

"I'm not going to punish my immediate drivers. It's not right for two
immediate knights, who just obeyed orders, to be sacrificed because of the
fighting of the royal family."

The eyes of Snorlett and Retiver, who were listening with their heads down,
were filled with surprise for a while. Michael was the only one who saw it
because it disappeared so quickly.

Eve put the watch golem back in her sleeve. Then he put his hands together
and put them on his knees and said.

"I don't have to be the one who frustrates my brother's dream of rising status.
I won't say anything about today."

"Oh, really?"
The Imperial brother and sister, who had only been known to be publicized,
were in a hurry to show joy.

"But there's a condition."

"•••••What is it?"

"Apologize to Lord Agneto."

"What? Apple?!"

"Yes, of course, not the immediate driver, but my sister and brother."

"Ha••••••?!"

Of course Stephania and Derek didn't take it too far. Aghast was read from
the face looking up at Eve.

"I thought you were a wise man in the corner of the room, but you were just a
crazy!’

It was unprecedented.

If it is noble, sexual slavery from generation to generation in the case to be

shaking which has been handling homunkeulluseu you an apology from
somebody

It's not what you deserve.

"What nonsense is that!"

Stephania and Derek acted as if they had heard the greatest insult in their
lives.

"Hwangnyeo?"

Meanwhile, Michael was also shocked that the situation was not
embarrassing.
Trained expressionless expressions didn't reveal much, but now he's
surprised, never less, than Stephania and Derek.

Michael looked through Eve. Eve's expression was unshakable while

persistent eyes were on her.

"Apologize."

"Yves, how can I apologize to Homunclus?…

"Do it, Lord Agnito."

Eve demanded again. It was a firm tone that seemed to have no intention of
backing down.

"Laughing…

Derek, who coveted the position of Duchess of Ungamsaengsim, was in a

tight spot. There was no choice.

In the end, Derek and Stephania were shaken with insults and forced to
accept Eve's terms.

"I'm sorry…" to do, Lord Agnito. About the insult...… I apologize."

"I apologize too……I'll do it. I'd like you to forget, Lord Agnito."

Of course there was no sincerity.

It was an apple that heard the molars crack louder than the sound of words
and the pronunciation was crushed.

However, given the level of uncivilized awareness of homunculus, this is a

great achievement today.

Eve looked back at Michael. Being the first homunculus to receive an

apology from the royal family, he looked puzzled. He belatedly realized
Eve's gaze and answered.
"I accept your apology."

"Thank you……."

Derek's face blushed as he barely answered in a hoarse voice.

Stephania, who was next to her, seemed to be in a hurry to answer with

trembling. Her eyes were red and moist, so badly hurt her pride.

"Upsal."

Eve decided to call it a day. To gauge how much more you have to lower
your standards to deal with them.

It's because I'm tired.

It's over!

Eve stirred her hands and unleashed magic. The sunken land has returned to
its original position. Stephania and Derek were able to escape the Viroso pit.

Eve said as she rose from her seat, unraveling the supporting spell. It was
advice and warning.

"I hope you've learned from today's work. You're gonna have to try and get a
little head start on me, but it's gonna backfire.

That I'm flying."

"•••••Yes."

Stephania and Derek didn't much vomit, as they had already realized.

Finally Eve looked down at Snorrett and Retber, who were kneeling.

Unlike Stephania and Derek, it was a much more relaxed look and gaze.

Eve talked to Snowmet.

"Sir Wind?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"I think this inaccessible barrier is yours."

"Hey, that's right."

"That's a good line. As an empress, I regret that this talent has been abused in
the struggle of the imperial family."

Eve's soft tone showed no signs of harassment or condemnation. It even

sounded like an apology to me.

"Today's disgrace is not your fault. I hope you don't blame yourself."

Forgetting that Snorrett was rude, he looked up at Eve blankly. Eve soon
changed her tone publicly.

"I want to go out. Open the door."

"Yes, Your Grace."

The hemispherical boundaries melted slowly and disappeared. The sky over
the dense leaves is a little clearer.

I felt like I lost.

The wandering surveillance golem finally regained its orbit and began to
move to a place where it needed to be quickly.

Eve turned to Michael.

"Go back, Lord Agnito."

"Yes, Her Majesty."

Eve and Michael left first as winners.

The two remaining imperial families are simply...

I trembled, feeling like I was a loser.

"Today's disgrace must be...…Argh! My eyes! Argh! Argh! Argh!"

Derrick, who was hit by bird droppings, squeezed out a painful scream.

The screams of the windbreaks, enough to create an echo, lasted for quite a
long time.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 56

By the time Derek was squeezing tears and runny nose without somatic pain,
Eve and Michael were quite out of the windshield.

Eve took a direction to the shelter and walked.

The path between the beech hedges was quiet and quiet enough to hear the
sound of footsteps, giving a rest in the mind.

Eve, who was walking in a straight line, suddenly stopped without a word.

When Michael, who was walking two steps behind, stopped following him,
Eve opened her mouth without looking back.

"Michael."

"Yes, Her Majesty."

Only two of them, Michael unconsciously treated him with respect.

I was impressed by Eve's appearance a little while ago.

It seems to have remained longer than the angle.

Michael later relented, somehow feeling like he had broken the rules
between the two.

Eve slowly turned her back and saw Michael.

The pumpkin eyes that faced it were unknowingly cool.

"When I came, why did you put a sword in your hand?”

It was a gentle way of speaking, but it was obviously an interrogation of

wrongdoing.

Come to think of it, Eve didn't look too happy even though she had been
scolding the two imperial families to the fullest.

"Is it because of me?’

Michael, who had never imagined such a situation, was taken aback.

Eve asked more specifically while he couldn't find a word to answer.

"Michael is strong. The sword will save you enough alone.

You could have, but when I just arrived, I was no different than defenseless.
Why did you do that?"

"That's it…… of course. It was for the best."

"I want to hear from you why it was best."

Eve seemed to ask Michael even though she knew what he would answer.

Michael was on the good side.

I don't know what you've done wrong, but you're being obedient.

I felt that if I answered, I would confess to something rather than explain it,
and that it would work against me.
The problem was that I couldn't think of a way to get out of the situation in a
good way, even if I had predicted it clearly.

And most of all, it was Eve, Michael's imprint.

Michael's mouth was already moving because of his sincerity and honesty as
a knight.

"As you know, if you were guilty of attempted murder of a royal family, you
would be liable for solidarity."

«O"

Hm.

"In addition, you are a man of great cause, and there are already many
enemies in the palace who move to break your will."

"Yes, it is."

Eve nodded positively twice.

It's a little more self-conscious to Michael.

I made it possible to open the intestine firmly.

"I didn't want to give those political opponents an excuse to stand in your
way. So at the time, it was best to give up resistance. I think it was a faithful
decision as a direct driver."

It was passive in protesting that it would be something to be praised and not

something to be interrogated.

But Eve heads up this time.

didn't nod

Rather, he sighed deeply and said as if he were nagging.

"Michael, I told you before. I will do my best to protect you as an empress."

"I remember."

"The fact that I said I would protect you at the time was including when I had
an accident and needed a remedy. You can fight back actively at dangerous
times. I'll take care of the rest."

"But she's still in the palace.

I thought you didn't have the strength to stand.

Michael's pure question immediately became an acrimonious assessment of

the political power of Rove.

"That's too much. You can do it. Still, she's a great woman."

"Oh, I think I unintentionally insulted your honor. I apologize."

"That's all I need to know.

I'll tell you it's all right, Poetry.

Eve's face, which turned the line, remained hurt.

Michael was taken aback by the unintended situation.

At this rate, Eve's misunderstanding and wounds seemed to deepen, so

Michael felt the need to quickly prove his sincerity.

Flop.

"Michael, what are you doing?”

Rarely has Eve raised her voice.

Michael suddenly took a formal courtesy posture of the article.

Eve freaked out when she saw her injured right hand and left knee crushed on
the floor again.

"Wake up, come on!"

"Your Majesty."

"Yeah, wake up quickly when I look like Her Majesty."

Michael somehow didn't listen to Eve.

Maybe he feels pain.

I lowered my eyes as if I wasn't, and said with a solemn face.

"It's not that I don't trust you. Never."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"I mean it, but I admit there was a problem with my attitude. You are a man of
great and high cause, and it was presumptuous and foolish of me to worry
about your ability."

"……worried?"

Eve's a little off point.

I was so nervous.

The crisis seemed to make people honest.

Michael has been everywhere optimistic about the attitude of worrying about
the royal family.

"I was worried about the intention, but I think it was an insult as a result. I
sincerely ask for your forgiveness."

"Oh, well, okay. I'll forgive you, so let's get up."

"And……

Michael raised his head, bowing like a sinner.

High purple eyes looked up at Eve.

"Thank you for saving me."

Eve forgot to react because it was something she didn't expect to hear.

Michael said again.

"Your protection saved my life."

"I just, I promised to protect, and I kept my word.

Girl."

"It's a difficult promise, but I kept it. So I will continue to trust you."

The purple eyes I encountered were amazing.

This is because Michael's beautiful eyes seemed to reveal purely how

touched Eve was by his work in the windbreak.

Eve thought a little dazed.

All

Was Michael this honest?’

The pupils seemed to be windows.

It was Michael's first time that his heart seemed to be so visible.

Moreover, what Michael now embraces seemed to be a separate emotion

from the imprint.
While Eve stood dazedly and looked down, Michael opened his mouth to
give her more confidence.

"I realized today that I was lucky enough to be your direct knight. Until the
day you ascend to the throne, I want to support you with all my heart and all
my body as your sword. Will you allow me?"

"That's it, of course."

It was the moment when Michael insisted on becoming Eve's knight with
sincerity and sincerity.

As Eve, you must be deeply moved.

It wasn't in

Michael, a traitor in his last life, chose himself in this life.

I felt a little sad because it seemed like an indicator that I was doing well.

Suddenly there was a voice ringing in Eve's head.

—Well, you shouldn't have chosen me.

On the last day of my last life, I thought Michael's words in prison might have
been pure sincerity, not sarcasm.

"Hand...

Around that time, Michael in front of him carefully grasped Eve's left hand
and took it to his mouth.

Michael got up from his seat only when he kissed the neat tip of his hand,
which seemed to smell like tea.

It was a feathery hand kiss, but Eve somehow felt the tip of her ears slightly
red with a tickle.

However, he was surprised by the fact that he remembered it belatedly.

"Oh, my knee! It's bleeding again. Let's go and get some treatment."

"Okay."

The two hurried their steps.

The destination was Eve's place, where the capable Sedella had already put
the suit on standby.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 57

Chapter 12. Night Market Contracts

Users who saw Michael injured opened their eyes wide but did not act
mended.

Cedella, who heard roughly from Hugh, saw through how things worked and
gave the users a good heads-up.

Because Sedella also called in a doctor, Michael was a drawing room couch.

I sat at and was treated immediately.

The royal court's doctor was a doctor who knew how to use healing magic.

But the healing magic of this era was far below the sacred power, and only
hemostasis or sneeze treatment worked immediately.

The wounds and abrasions on the cheek healed quickly, but the right hand and
left knee had to be bandaged for a while.

"I'll be completely cured within this week. If you're careful with water
contact, you won't get a scar."

"Well done. I'll see you again tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am, I'm leaving."

Eve was relieved that Michael's body was healing clean. Eve would have
blamed herself for not having gone to Michael's rescue earlier if she had left
a scar.

A heavy silence hung in the drawing room when I returned the robe. I'm
slowly explaining to the users who are looking at me and wondering what the
hell happened.

I had to give it to him.

Eve brought everyone to the table. I unintentionally held two tea sessions
today.

Eve took a sip of milk tea and took the chance.

"I fought with the Sixth Empress and the Sixth Crowned Siblings.”

" As expected...

After being confirmed that there was a quarrel between the imperial palace,
which had been heard only by words, the users lamented.

It wasn't as intense as I thought whether Sedella had given a pre-

announcement or was guessing on her own. Fioni even opened his eyes
cleanly and asked.

"Did you win?"

wOW

H•

"Congratulations, Your Grace."

"Thank you, Fioni."

Fioni held up a cup of oolong milk tea high along Eve and sipped. Not a
teacup.
It was clear that if it were a glass of alcohol, they would have even toasted.

Eve told a more detailed story. He told me everything from regular tea time
to what happened in the windbreak.

Users showed signs of fear for a moment at the fact that the person behind the
incident was Bridgette, the next leading candidate for the dusk, but as the
story progressed, the fear turned into anger.

"Oh, my God, your majesty.

You said crab? The blood of a noble imperial family is incredible speech
and behavior."

Cedella had three cups of milk tea since she was thirsty.

"……it's hard to adapt to the latest culture, trends and sentiments of the
imperial palace, perhaps because I'm a conservative rural aristocrat, but
today I'm especially sorry."

"Me, too, Miss Granice. So far, the direct article system is romantic.

I thought it was an enemy, so promiscuous...…no, I didn't expect there to be

an open side to it."

"We need to corrupt our souls in order to keep you safe in the future, Miss
Lianne.

Fioni and Lian had a camaraderie after exchanging conversations about the
vulgarity of the imperial family style, which they could not openly reveal
because they were in front of Charmive.

"The 3rd Empress is so mean, too. What have you done so wrong? That's
scary.

I can't believe you're up to it.…

Young Hugh seemed shocked that Michael was nearly out of jail with serious
injuries. Sedella comforted such Hugh.
At the end of the public rage, Sedela lowered her eyes and said to Eve.

"I didn't care about the rumors of the palace. I have no face as a full-time
maid, Your Grace."

"Don't be sorry, Sedella. Intention

And how can I stop someone who nitpicks?”

"No, it's nitpicking. I feel responsible for hearing such an insult. I will make
sure that you do not get caught up in any gossip from now on."

Tispoon, which was in Cedela's hands, shone like a prayer. It was as

believable as the knight's vow.

As if influenced by Sedella, other users were determined one after another.

I had time.

"I will help Sedella to prevent the royal palace from circulating."

"With Granice's name on it, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"As a member of the Balzamik family, I will defend the honor of the Lord."

In particular, it was unusually solemn to declare with a young holiday fist.

Time to use the healing magic of a fish.

It was already early in the evening because of the long win. Sedella spoke to
Eve for commercial work.

"Your Grace, it's dinner time soon. Rather than eating moderately in the
office, I recommend you to take a good rest in the bedroom and eat properly.
A lot has happened."

"Oh, shall we."

Eve took Sedella's advice. Then Sedella added another suggestion.

"Then why don't you join Lord Agnito for the first time in your life?"

"Huh? Ah... Well, what if Lord Agnito is good?”

There was no reason to refuse. No, on second thought, this would be nice.

Eve gave Michael the option with a positive response.

Michael saw it as an extension of his job as a direct knight, and immediately

stood up nodding his head.

All

"Then I'll go back to the driver's quarters and wash up."

It was natural that dinner could not be served in a uniform dirty and ragged
with hock and blood.

"Emperor Her Majesty and Lord Agnito together for dinner...…!’

Meanwhile, the three users, who confirmed that Sedella's dinner arrangement
was successful, flashed their eyes. They're leaving the green room with no
regrets.

Michael was not to be seen.

After a quick wink exchange, one of the three Yongin came forward. Lian
was quick to respond to the occasion.

"Hang on, Lord Agneto."

"What is it, Miss Lian?"

"Did you hear what the doctor said earlier? I told you to be careful not to
touch the water, but Lord Agnito just hurt his right hand. I'm gonna need some
help to wash up.”

"It's okay. Waterproofing the wound is enough."

I"

Ryan, who couldn't think of a solution, was embarrassed. It was time for
Fioni and Hugh to be mesmerized, too.

There was help in an unexpected direction.

"Huh, Michael, do you know how to draw waterproof walls? The boundaries
are weak.”

"It's a low-level magic, so if you know the spelling, you'll learn it quickly.
I'm a homoon club."

"It's easy to try. But

Homunclus has too much mana, so he can't get the hang of it, so he's going to
hit the boundaries too big. It's a waste of time to learn and do it yourself.”

Michael put on a troubled face because it was true. Eve said with a smile.

"My major is life magic. I'll hang it for you. And it's going to be a hassle, so
you don't have to stop by the lodge and come back here."

Users clenched their fists with the face of a reminder. It was almost like
shouting 'Hwangnyeo, Your Highness.

Eve beckoned Michael to come closer.

Soon the white light on her hands touched Michael's right hand and left knee
one after another.

"I think I'm bothering the people who have to serve Her Majesty."

"Well, not at all!"

It was Hugh who stepped in with a loud voice. My voice was filled with
impatience.

Hmm?
By this time Michael felt something suspicious and narrowed his eyes.

"Then take Michael's bath."

"I take your orders, Your Grace."

"See you later, Michael."

Eve also went into the powder room with Cedella to take off her
uncomfortable dress.

With the sound of the door closing, the space of Eve and Michael was
separated.

A simple partition was set up in the parlor and a wooden bathtub was
flooded.

Fioni and Lian only helped prepare the bathtub and went out of the house.

Eve's errand said she had to go to the protocol to meet people.

I stayed on vacation and helped Michael.

"Sir Agnito, the clothes...…

"Okay."

Michael began to take off his clothes.

The artistic upper body was revealed when not only the uniform coat but also
the dress shirt worn underneath it was thrown off.

The upper body, which did not lose its sleek shape even though the muscles
were firmly attached, was strong and beautiful.

In particular, the scapular back, which stands out on a straight back, looked
as if it had seen the wings of birds of prey.

Michael, naked from the bottom without hesitation, is a wooden bathtub.

It went into.

Seeing this, Hugh became as blank as if he had seen an unrealistic figure as a

living statue moving.

Michael's voice evoked Hugh's spirit.

"Balzamik Youngsik, you don't have to help. I'll do it myself."

Basically, he had a knighthood, but the status of Homunculus was not high, so
it was inconvenient to be marketed by the aristocratic Youngsik.

That's why people still use the word "help" rather than market.

But Hugh was adamant.

"No, it is a duty of course as a servant to serve her when she bathes."

"I didn't love Arpel."

In fact, on the first day of the imprint ceremony, Michael solved most of the
grooming himself.

Sedella helped me with the long hair.

The hair was cut short and the uniform was checked.

"Oh, it's different today."

It was when Michael's eyes narrowed again.

Gulping.

I started pouring something into the holiday bath.

A cool yet sweet scent came to the tip of Michael's nose.

Scented milk?
Even colored petals floated around.

Michael grinned inwardly.

Everything is clear now.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 58

Sedella created the opportunity, and it was clear that Michael was about to
end the vulture controversy by pushing him into Eve's bedroom.

'Oh, no wonder the hands and feet of the users worked so well together.’

I wasn't particularly upset.

The users had just realized the imperial palace's physiology today, and this
was actually the best way to restore the imperial palace-style honor.

I was just curious about one thing.

"Did the Empress order it?"

Michael's eyes shook slightly.

While both in his head and in his heart, he began to wait on vacation
Michael.

Young aristocrat Yeongsik was not very good at it, so it took a long time
before the bathing business was over.

Thanks to this, the enjoyment was deeply permeated into Michael's

predecessor.

Hugh seemed pleased with Michael's condition, as fresh and fragrant as a

drop of flowers.
By the time he finished changing into the new uniform he had received, Fioni
and Lian, who had returned to the residence, were diligently carrying food
from the kitchen.

Listening to the sound of the horse, the place to eat seemed to be a bedroom.

In case it was a small place in the past, Shinrok's room had a separate dining
room.

Nevertheless, it is also an impure intention to prepare a place for dinner with

the opposite sex in the bedroom.

It was like letting people know everywhere.

' Whoo•••••

It was time for Michael, who became more disturbed, to sigh inward.

Sedella came out to the drawing room.

"Sir Agnito, we are ready. Come on in."

"Okay."

Michael's mind wasn't ready yet, but it couldn't be helped.

His two long legs moved steadily.

I passed the powder room and arrived at the bedroom.

Dalkak.

I heard the sound of the retreat being blocked behind my back.

"Welcome, Michael."

Eve greeted over the thick bundle of paper she was looking at.
Eve was dressed in a comfortable Schmeze dress, with her freshly dried hair
tucked around one shoulder.

The Schmidt dress, embroidered with a small grassy flower pattern on a

shark-colored background, was not see-through, but it was a slightly
confusing design whether it was an indoor dress or a pajama.

It was not until Michael sat across the table that Eve put down the ball of
paper in her hand with a lingering face.

Michael's academic appearance eased Michael's tension slightly.

"Didn't you decide to take a break?"

"I had some research data that I forgot to look at yesterday. I'm just going to
watch this and rest."

"Your Highness seems to be always busy."

"When I set my goal, I had so much to do. I'm in big trouble because of the
sudden overflow of assignments."

"You sound like you set a goal one day out of nowhere.”

"In reality, too."

"I don't think that's the right scale to set overnight.”

"Hahaha. Believe it or not, it's true."

"If your Highness says so, so be it."

Inside the bedroom were Sedella and Fioni to serve meals.

Since Eve has yet to reveal her aspirations to Sedela and others, the word
succession to the throne has been lumped together by the word goal.

Eve picked up a fork and knife and said.

"You're hungry, aren't you? Let's eat."

Tonight's dinner served by the imperial chef of the Eastern Star Palace was
cream spaghetti, lamb steak, green salad and blueberry sangria.

Eve watched closely as Michael picked up the food with impeccable

manners.

"Delicious."

"Really? Shall we have dinner together from time to time?”

Eve, who's got confidence, sneaks in.

I've tried.

Michael flinched but quickly returned to his perfect form thanks to his well-
trained indifference and expressionless expression.

"If you want to.”

"Yes, let's eat together."

Eve smiled broadly, unaware of Michael's agony over the true intentions of
the invitation.

Since then, dinner has been normal without any problems.

Eve's attitude of leading the atmosphere of the dining table was no different
than usual, and Michael pretended to be nothing, even though he was in a
state of subtle tension.

"……so now it's enough to demure the Sixth Empress and Sixth Crown
Prince, so I don't intend to disclose or leak the records of the Watch Golem.
It's too early to have a head-on confrontation with the 3rd Empress.”

"Will your Highness keep the watch golem?"

"Yes, I put it in the cage so it wouldn't fly away. Can you see that?”
Eve pointed to a cage dangling from the ceiling.

A golem was trapped in a cage that had been blocked.

"I'm taking possession of imperial property, and I don't know if it's okay."

"There's alben in the protocol. I'm sure he'll solve the problem of stealing a
watch golem."

"Ah, that's what we sent out to all the protocol earlier."

"Yes, that's right."

Caged in a cage, the watch golem was wagging its long tail and hitting its
head and body from place to place.

It was a creature without even the least ego, let alone life, but it looked no
different from a poor beast who wanted to go outside.

"But you can't keep doing that, can you?"

"Yes, someone came to my room and said,

It's hard to find, and I feel sorry for being locked up."

"Why don't you just pull out the core and crush the shape completely into
powder?"

"Michael, I didn't see it like that, but it's cruel.”

"I'm just suggesting a reasonable way to destroy the evidence."

"No way. Have a good relationship with Tail."

"……tail? You named it?

Can I?"

Eve answered with a smile.

"I've got a rough idea of what it's used for. I'll take care of it later when I
have time.”

Eve gulped down the remaining Shangria.

By that time, Eve and Michael had both arranged forks and knives in a row
on a plate.

Cedela and Fioni, who confirmed that the meal was over, cleared the table.

Empty dishes and tableware in tray

Eve told the girls who were carrying them out.

"I'll take care of the car. Cedela and Fioni are free to rest now."

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Good night."

Seeing the back of the girls, who answered nicely, Michael felt the tension he
had almost forgotten for a while again.

"Are you growing up already?’

It was too early to call it night.

Fioni's greeting was so candidly revealing that Michael almost laughed.

"We're all out, so let's talk comfortably over tea. By the way, I forgot to make
an oolong tea."

Eve, meanwhile, may not be thinking much, has gone to the t-blending
workbench to combine tea leaves.

Take out the tea and cry the oolong tea.

The figure of the removal was very elegant and neat, ranging from gaze to
fingertip motion.
It was not a gesture and facial expression that could be seen by a person with
a false intention.

Even the tea water she had boiled was clear.

"Yeah, she can't do that.’

As he watched, Michael felt guilty for doubting Eve.

"Michael."

Eve sat down, held her cup in her hand, and called Michael.

Michael looked her in the face, slightly slurred by remorse.

Amber eyes gazed at him with a serious glow.

"As you may have guessed, I have a suggestion."

Michael must have wondered inside because he had no idea.

It was time.

"Tonight, I'm going to rest in my room.

Is it?"

Michael experienced firsthand what it was like to have a white head at this
moment.

It was a direct purchase between the royal family and the immediate knight,
although the meaning should be considered between men and women.

According to the Imperial Palace grammar, Eve says, "Have you come to the
market tonight."

It was an order.
Michael's paralyzed accident circuit is back in service. But I was still
confused.

This is because the belief that Eve cannot be like that and Eve is also an
imperial family, so the resignation that she knew this day would come was
tightly confronted.

Michael took a shot at the hot oolong tea.

And yet the thirst has not gone away.

He was so distracted that he had an empty glass.

I repeatedly put it in my mouth and took it off.

"Mi-Gael?"

At this point, Eve's eyes seemed to have read Michael's children's songs.

By that time Michael seemed determined to do something in his heart.

Breathing deeply, swallowing dry saliva and facing Eve's eyes.

When I opened my mouth, I heard a slightly nervous mid-low voice.

"The Empress."

Oh O"

Hm.

"Learn at the training center, the Imperial family's orders to rest at night...…
meant to be on the market."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 59

Eve's amber eyes at Michael grew slightly larger with wonder.

However, Michael, who was about to make a solemn speech, was unable to
see Eve because he was struggling to escape the gaze.

"If what I understand is not wrong, from now on...I will do …."

"Huh? What? What are you doing?"

Eve was taken aback. But Eve's voice shocked by Michael.

I didn't seem to hear anything. He kept saying it.

"Tell me your taste…… it's helpful. From what I've learned, the royal family
likes to be friendly above the waist and rough below the waist.

Blinking blinking.

Eve barely understood Michael's words until she blinked seven times.

But I'd rather not understand.

I regretted that it would be nice. Because I felt like I was going to lose my
mind.

Eve screamed inside.

What the hell are they teaching at the nursery?’

She made up her mind. We're not shutting down the training center, we're
going to blow it up.

"Hey, Michael."

"Ha Myunmyeong……hopefully, my empress."

The most painful thing is to hold on to your mind.

It was Michael himself who was there.

He had his eyes down with a slightly frowned face, and the look and gaze
were strangely provocative.

In particular, Eve felt her heart numb whenever she was seen holding back
while biting her lips from time to time.

'Sigh••••••

The fatal charm that has been sealed tightly in an abstemious expressionless
look seemed to be emitted through painful expressions.

It was a very harmful sight. There was no reason to lose touch with the
situation.

'Oh, I can't.’

Eve even borrowed magical powers to regain the peace that rarely returns.

With the magic of mental stability, Michael's shock and Michael's fascination
with beauty have been somewhat overcome.

"Mi, Michael. Just relax for now....I thought Michael would have guessed,
but he wasn't.

I see. I'm sorry to make you misunderstand.”

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yeah. I didn't mean to imply that Michael thinks I should rest."

"Really?"

"I was just telling you to sleep in my room. Just a minute, really."

Only then did Michael's head understand Eve's intentions correctly.

Eve was determined to renew her image as a scoundrel and build her strength
in the palace.
For now, it is basic to follow the tradition of the imperial palace that
everyone else follows, but it did not necessarily have to be implemented.

Eve said with a slightly troubled smile.

"All I have to do is make a rumor, so I thought it would be enough for

Michael to stay in my room at night and go out in the morning. We're finally
having dinner together.

I thought it was a good opportunity for you. But…… I don't think we got
along.”

Michael was shocked when he confirmed the fact. I couldn't think of such an
easy and simple trick right away.

I even seriously thought about how to serve Eve's night.

"Ah……

Michael's face is dry with his face.

I pretended to sweep away and covered my eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

It is true that the first night's market was serious, but it was also educated
enough to be disillusioned at the training center.

Never in his life has he lost such a level head. This was not Michael himself
at all.

"It's because of the imprint. Because of the imprint...…

By the time Michael murmured close to his brainwashing, Eve was anxiously
looking at him, who had completely lost his pace.

'You must be ashamed, Michael...…

If he makes a joke and makes a slip of the tongue, his relationship with
Michael may be over forever.

Eve chose her horse carefully, considering his mental state.

"I'll be sure to communicate on these topics in the future. Michael, without

my knowledge.

It's a big deal if you're disappointed in me for this misunderstanding."

Eve didn't mean it at all but Michael was shocked here once again.

This is because he realized that he didn't feel particularly disappointed with

Eve at the time when he misunderstood situation.

I'm going crazy.

Michael, in agony, couldn't look Eve in the eye.

Fluttering.

Then Eve got up from her seat and approached Michael.

I gently put my hand on his forehead as if I were measuring the heat.

Michael's blemish despite his plain contact seemed to show how little he
could afford now.

Eve smiled bitterly and cast a spell of mental stability on Michael, just as she
had cast on herself.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"……it seems to be working well."

"Thank God."

After many twists and turns, Michael regained some peace.

It was only then that Eve and Michael could have a proper conversation.

"I don't feel like it, but I think it's easy and comfortable to make the night shift
a fait accompli if you don't want to give me an excuse. Now I'm pretending to
conform to the culture of the Imperial Palace, and I'm a man of strength.

Let's flip it over. It's a bit cowardly, but it's the fastest and easiest way.”

"I don't think it's cowardly, I think it's practical."

"Thank you, so Michael agrees to stay in my room tonight, right?”

"Of course."

Eve smiled and asked for understanding.

"Not only tonight, but I have to come to my room continuously and have
dinner and rest together.”

"How long do you have in mind the cycle of stay and go?"

"Basically, once a week would be appropriate.”

"Okay."

"Shall we decide on a day? I think Wednesday would be good. What about

Michael?

"Wednesday is fine.”

The agreement on the overtime schedule went smoothly.

Eve will be ready for Michael's comfortable bed by next week.

I also promised to have a big couch in the bedroom.

Michael suddenly asked as if he had a question.

"What about the users? Are you going to tell the truth?"
"No, I think it's a matter of deceiving the enemy first. Let's try to deceive as
much as we can."

"Then we'll have to make a mark.”

"Oh, uh, he, I'll trust you."

"……I will try."

Eve, not to mention Michael, who was educated in roomkeeping, was also
well acquainted with the affairs of men and women.

There was a moment of awkwardness between the two.

Eve turned the subject around to ventilate the uncomfortable air.

"Michael, you have to pretend to be tired when you leave the palace
tomorrow morning.”

"No problem."

We decided to go with the concept of a knight favored by the energetic

Hwangnyeo.

"Then take care of me."

Thus came the first historic annexation of Eve and Michael.

Everything went smoothly as planned, and rumors spread in the palace the
next day that Eve had squeezed Michael all night until he was satisfied.

Chapter 13. Seamless Expansion of Power.

Luciard's public bathhouse has opened.

Bathing in a huge bathtub, not a narrow tub, caught the attention of the people.

The bathhouse was beautiful like a marble palace and became a feast for the
eyes, and the hot water bath was not only convenient but also excellent for
relieving fatigue.

In addition, disposable soap, offered at a low price, was of such high quality
that it was enough to impress the people.

The middle-class people of Hadelun praised Luciard's public bathhouse as a

heavenly hotbed.

It was published in the Empire's vivid press, the Hadelun Times, and told
Sedella.

"In short, we're making a big hit. The hand that comes to bathe in the bath in
the morning and evening.

There's a fan too. We're even issuing waiting tables because of the capacity
limit."

"Waitlist? That's awesome."

That's a bigger success than in the last life.

"Then Count So has increased his order of disposable soap."

"Yes, ma'am, the quality of the soap is good, so there are a lot of customers
who want to buy it separately. So, Count Cow, you know, it's a bar of soap
for sale.

I asked your opinion on what it would be like to make something."

"I've been thinking about this for a long time. The green potion workshop
will be much busier.”

"Now that Mr. Raman is well, the manufacturing will be much easier."

"That's really good news."

It was a good timing to get well before the first round of hunting.
Eve's the number of bathhouse users and disposable soap shops in the last
three days.

I looked through the documents with the amount of money and so on them.

Eve's profits were bigger than expected.

Already, the price of a townhouse on the most expensive land in the Yellow
Island has gathered and the cost of hiring two maids for half a year.

"Good job. Everything's going well with Cedella by my side."

"I just did my duty."

"How humble, as ever.

Please."

"Yes, just leave it to me."

Eve was lost in thought when she saw the headline on the gossip paper about
the public bath.

Betty must have heard about Count Lucia's success. The poison must have
risen.’

But what can I do?

Eve was elated at the thought of Bridgete, who would be huffing and puffing
at best.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 60

Eve gave Sedella instructions as always. Sedella had a lot of work to do

with Anais, Raman, and Alven as Eve's closest aide and aquarium.

"If I can afford it, I'll give you a vacation."

In the finest townhouse in the name of Sedella.

Eve sent Sedella out and called in Ryan. From a middle-class wealthy
family, she was told of the trends and rumors of commoners living in the
Yellow Island.

I knew well about the atmosphere.

The story that Lian told me was a remarkable field was a trend in the art
world.

"Plays and musicals based on Your Highness and Lord Agnito are gaining
popularity."

The Pegasus troupe was clear.

"Thanks to you, your presence is being promoted to the people. I'm getting an
image of envy."

"It's a shame, but it's a good thing."

It was time to think that the love story between the royal family and the direct
knight was popular, and that the emotions of the new people were
incomprehensible.

"In fact, I've seen a musical once.”

"He, really?"

"The play was a little better than normal, but it was impressive that the
leading actor was very good at acting and singing. I'm going to fall in love."

I have a hunch.

"Who is it?"

"Limona Lundra is a gypsy girl. She's so beautiful and sings so well that she's
so popular these days. Her reputation is spreading among the nobles as
Marquis of Sayer, a great social hand, invites Miss Lund to a salon party."
"You'll be able to make it to the opera soon."

The news of Limona's success is half-way through.

Gave.

Ryan kept releasing the information.

"I heard that a number of nobles wanted to sponsor Miss Lund, but they
already had a sponsor. What's interesting is that no one knows what the
sponsor is. Even Miss Lund himself.”

Lian added, "It's a little romantic.

"An unidentified benefactor who recognized Miss Lund's talent early, indeed.

I think it's cool. Thanks to you, there's as much talk about sponsors as Miss
Lund."

"Really?"

"Yes, it must be a commoner godfather who fell in love with Miss Lund, and
a great aristocrat who found his lost child. Thanks to you, Ms. Lunde is from
Gypsy, so no one treats her carelessly.”

"That's good for Limona."

Eve was fortunate. that

Around the time Lian recommended her.

"I think Ms. Lund will soon be a singer who dominates the art world. Why
don't you listen to Miss Lund's song? I happen to have an invitation to
Marquis Sayer's salon party."

"No, it's hard to attend a salon party.

I just want to go out to see it, so if you have a stage ticket, please get me
one."
"What? How could your Highness...…?”

Ryan Earl, who doesn't understand.

Eve grinned as she looked at the cave.

"I visited an orphanage last time and met Limona at the festival market.

But I didn't reveal my identity. Wouldn't it be difficult if I suddenly appeared

as an empress at a salon party?”

"Oh, my God."

Lian was astonished by such a coincidence. But soon her brilliant head began
to question.

Rumor has it that Limona sponsored it.

He said that he started receiving the award just before he went on stage at the
festival market. If so...

"Seo, don't tell me?"

It was an endless question, but it was clear what it was asking. Eve nodded
her head.

"Ha ha. As expected of our Lian. He's smart, too.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. The patron of Limona Lund told us...…

Lian opened her mouth wide.

For a time, she couldn't get her act together, the subtlety that the protagonist
of the rumor was in front of her, and the admiration of how far her master
might have exerted influence. •

Eve smiled and put her index finger around her mouth.

"Keep a secret. I'll let you know if there's any news about Limona."
"Yes, yes, sir!"

Next, Pioneer and Hugh.

I called, their responsibility was the trend of the aristocracy.

Fioni said first.

"There's been a lot of talk lately about the pearl ink that Amelos used."

"Amelos Young-Ae must have promoted it hard."

"Yes, the nobles who received the letter are looking for a place that sells
pearl ink because they want it. When it became known that I had received a
gift from you, I pretended to say hello to you.

There's a growing number of letters asking for a place."

"Ignore it."

"Yes, I can't tell you by your bare mouth."

Fioni was pleased with Eve's order. With a proud look on her face, she
continued to report.

"Some aristocrats are regrettably making fake copies of pearl ink. It's nothing
short of what you've made.”

"How do you make it?”

"Pearl powder and salt are mixed in ink, and it seems disappointing that the
glitter is not expressed well."

When the ink was named Pearl Ink, everyone seemed to be biased and only
tried Jinju.

In fact, however, pearls were made using a mineral called Unmo, which was
contained in granite.
It was a recess next. He is based on the intelligence of the Balzamik family.

Ro told me about the trend of aristocratic English food.

"Many families are engaged in marriage to Her Majesty the Eighth. In

particular, Marquis Limitielo is the most active."

"Well, Marquis Limitiel?”

There was a laugh at the news that when he had three children who had been
dedicated to Eve, he would immediately give Rosenit a marriage talk.

Eve put the sentiment behind her and analyzed the situation.

"Rodge is your father's favorite daughter. Even if you can't, you're going to
make me a Marquis. Currently, there is no duke who can be Rosie's
supplement. All the successors of the family are already married, or only
those who need a husband, not a wife. In a way, Limitielo is the best
marriage."

"But there's a little bit of a problem."

"What is it, huh?

"The Marquis de Limitiello.

There must be a dispute over the succession issue. Maybe not Felios, the
eldest, but Carlyx, the second son, will succeed to the title. But it's not
certain, and it's ambiguous because it might be a rumor."

"Ah, I'll refer to it."

Eve already knew the future. Felios will be dismissed due to qualities and
personality issues and Calix will continue his family as Marquis of
Limitielo.

"It's supposed to be, but somehow it feels like it's changing earlier than it
used to be.
I see.'

Maybe Eve is the main character of the change.

It was clear that her political moves were speeding up the tide.

The next day, the sword commissioned by Balvo Ribble was completed.

A long road to match Michael's stature.

The sword of teeth was very beautiful.

The testicles were made of a mixture of mistril and black gold, and the silver
hilt was carved with an elegant Leviathan pattern.

Blacksmith Balbo named the sword Night Ray.

"That's cool."

Michael was amazed.

I was surprised when I took the sword alternately with one hand and both
hands and swung it slightly. As if

The sword was like a part of his body.

He had no taste for weapons because he had never had his own weapon, but
today, Nightray was the standard and he seemed to have a taste.

"Do you like it?”

"A lot."

Michael couldn't take his eyes off the Nighttray more. Eve, who saw this,
was delighted at heart.
However, there was still an unfinished adult part of Nightray. It wasn't
magical in the Hilt.

All

"Yes, I'm a little short of budget. I'll put in a good one soon.”

"You don't have to do that. It's a luxury consumable anyway."

In fact, magic stone was not very meaningful to Homunclus, who had
excellent magic skills from birth.

Nevertheless, a magic stone was essential for the sword given to his
immediate knight in the Imperial Palace.

The reason is that the Imperial people are in their positions.

It was because of the luxurious atmosphere to show off the inner story
competitively.

"You just have to fill it up with anything so it doesn't feel empty."

"No, I really want to.”

It was also impossible to refuse his lord's favor.

Michael no longer said anything to Eve's strong will.

Michael put the sword on the sword and put it on his waistline.

"The day after tomorrow is the first day of the hunt. I'm sorry that I've already
buried blood on a new sword."

"That's how the sword was made."

"Well, that's true.”

Michael thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

"I want to repay her for offering me a sword."

"Oh, what's in return?"

"There's a spell I'd like to catch.

Me?"

"Uh, um... slime and stone worm?"

The more ingredients, the better, because Raman Habiol had to study all-
around solvents and stamina or potions.

Of course Michael disapproved of the answers that came out in the stream of
consciousness.

"Not that low-level masquerade. You don't need behemoths, hellhounds,

gargoyles?”

"If I tell you, are you going to get me all of them?”

"As long as it's not for Ma-ryong, anything is possible."

At first glance, it seemed like great confidence.

However, considering the fact that he later catches the low-ranking dragon
alone, his remarks just now border on humility.

Episode 61

Lady, it is time to imprint the traitor.

Episode 61

Eve replied after thinking about it.

"It's okay. You'll be upset if you work too hard to make an appointment."

'Your knight is stronger than you think.' 'I know.'

"I don't think you know."

"Eye patch. No knight is stronger than Michael."

Michael's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking he was teased.

Eve stopped laughing and answered seriously.

"Then, I want you to be at the top of the competition because you have the
honor of the Empress."

"I swear my honor to you."

Now the level of Zomib's demands is at Michael's castle. Of course he didn't

mean to be just 'top-ranked'.

"My empress doesn't have much of a penchant.'

It is natural that he has a gentle nature and has been treated like a naughty boy
until recently.

"Then I should let you know how happy Seungri is.'

It was time for the purple eyes staring at Eve to glow dark.

"Oh, right."

I said as if I had remembered Eve.

"There's something I want to do, Michael."

"What is it?"

'Give me the nighttray again for a moment,' Eve looked from place to place,
holding a heavy sword in her arms. It was as if I was looking for the right
place.

Finally, her choice was a sunny balcony. Eve suddenly changed her
expression seriously in a place with a herb scent.
"Give me an example, Agnithomikael knelt on one knee, wondering.

After a while, Eve spoke solemnly. The voice contained an antique phrase
like a poem.

"Do you swear to be my sword and defeat my enemies, and to be my shield

and protect me from all threats."

It was a knight's vow.

Michael responded with a quick response.

"Yes, I swear."

Despite the sudden situation, there was no hesitation in answering.

Furthermore, Michael even talked back first.

"Even if everyone in the world turns against you, I will fight for you, and I
will gladly follow your commands, even if they are in exchange for my
death."

Eve's amber eyes grew slightly bigger. But soon there was a gentle glow
again.

"You, do you swear to give up your self-interest, do justice, and protect the
weak."

"Yes, I swear. My life will be pure, I will correct my mistakes, and I will not
be afraid of any enemies."

"You, here before me, will you be my knight in the oath of knight."

"Yes, I swear to serve you with all my heart and body until the day I die."

"I give you a position worthy of your honor and courage. I, Ivien Rose Chloe
Hadelamid, acknowledge Michaelis Agnito as a knight.
He lightly hit his left shoulder and right shoulder with a sword and put it in
the sword box to stick it out.

Michael, you have to respect the Nighttray.

Accepted, that was the end of the pledge ceremony.

Eve confessed to Michael, who was raising himself. "I wanted to give you a
standing ceremony.”

For a knight, a ceremony of calligraphy is a ceremony like a flower. But

Homun Kluss does not perform a proper ritual.

After being judged higher and sworn allegiance, the janitor of the training
center called everyone as the emperor's deputy and said a few words as a
group.

Michael, of course, didn't get such a rough call at the training center.

That's why Eve thought it was so bad that she gave it to him, at least in a
nutshell, to do the standing ceremony.

"But the contents of the pledge seem to be very unfavorable to the knight and
only to my advantage. You weren't offended, were you?

It was like forcing me to say that I would follow orders that I put on my
limbs. Eve looked at Michael's face and asked him bitterly. Michael was lost
in thought for a moment. answered. 'It's not unpleasant.' 'No?' 'It feels strange.
'How strange?' 'It feels like the imprint has become stronger.'

I didn't expect it to have an unintended effect on loyalty.

Of course, it must have been brilliant from Michael's part. Eve tried to
control her facial expression. Then Michael made a grim face as if he had
decided to pay for it.

"The Empress."

"Your Highness."
It was a new honorific. Michael said to the mysterious Eve. "You treat me as
a knight, and I will serve you as a lord. I think it's right to honor him in
private from now on."

"No, I like it now."

"You have a strong taste in strange things.”

"This is a decent taste in the imperial family."

Now Eve is not even in the grip of prejudice and misunderstanding.

'The less formal the better.'

Eve was unwilling to extend the distance in honor, rather wanted to narrow it
down.

'While we're at it, let's call her Eve instead of the empress.' 'You can't.' "You
sang it last time."

"It was undercover at the time, and this is the Imperial Palace."

"It's okay. I heard that the cow driver allows this much when you two are
alone."

"That's usually the case.

Michael tried to refute and put on the face I was in. Eve filled it up.

"Normal?"

It was impossible to disobey a gate. Michael answered with his eyes closed.

••Order from bed."

"Only in bed."

The atmosphere became awkward.

Eve's face was so comfortable that it was red. How thorough is the hierarchy
between the royal family and the homunculus? How thorough is it to allow
people to call names of high people recklessly?

I was ashamed to think naive.

Michael read Eve's mind and defended her instead.

"Of course, I know she doesn't intend to. But the Imperial Palace's sentiments
are, so if you give such orders to any homunculus other than me, you'll
misunderstand."

"I'll have to be careful.”

The request for a nickname has gone out of the window. When I went abroad,
I felt like I had to hope.

Eve asked a question out of the blue.

"You know, Michael."

"Let me ask you, my empress."

"I understand the imperial family's intention to allow a pet name. By the way,
what's the first pet name that the SS didn't even approve of?"

Michael's face is hardened.

"Some guy did that to you.

"Who is it, Elijah Halsten?"

It was an unexpected and terrifying response. The atmosphere was as serious

as pulling out the sword and pulling out the opponent's neck if the name was
given.

Michaelis Agnito from his last life.

Of course I couldn't answer that, so I chose the right word.

'Just wondering what kind of mind it would be if it were.' 'It's either.'

Amber eyes glistened with anticipation. Isn't Michael's psychological

analysis of the past life done by Michael of this life? The credibility was
high.

"How dare you look down on me."

I guessed it, but it hurt me to hear it myself. Then, another possibility was
immediately raised.

"It means I want to be your direct knight."

There was a middle and low note ringing in my head for a moment.

If you had chosen me as your direct lyric,

It was consistent with what he heard in his last life.

Then Michael supplemented the explanation.

No, I need to be more precise. It's not just that I want to be a direct driver."
'Well, then?'

"It's more like I want to be a knight and serve you in the bedroom."

Eve took three seconds to understand Michael's words.

No, what, Michael? Is that Michael?

Eve's face turned red late.

Michael watched her response quietly and added in a calm tone.

"Homunclus's first sexual desire for the imperial family. Such cases are
rarely even imprinted. He's a very blind man.

Michael didn't believe Eve's words from the start that there wasn't such a
man.
It was just that she didn't ask because she was trying to hide it.

But I want to make one thing clear, Michael asked Eve.

"Did you agree with that homunclus and then accept me as your direct
article?"

•••Huh? Uh, yeah. Lord, I'm dead."

"That's too bad.”

It sounded like a pity that he couldn't kill himself.

Eve was still in a state of confusion.

It was an analysis that not only had high credibility but also supported
circumstantial evidence. But what she accepted was a different matter.

I can't believe Michael wanted to sleep with me! How can I believe this?'

Eve is at a point where she can't raise her head.

"Princess?"

"Oh, it's hot. Can you ask Sedella to bring me a cold cup of tea to the office?”

"I see." Michael was sent out with a good reason.

Eve managed to find time alone in the office.

However, unlike what was expected, peace of mind did not come easily.

Episode 62

Lady, it is time to imprint the traitor.

Episode 62

Three days later, an imperial hunting contest was held.

The venue of the competition was Galapagon Island, which was quite far
from Hwangdo Island.

The place, which consists of wild mountains and forests, did not deliberately
repel the beast, but locked it in a boundary.

In other words, the island itself is a breeding ground for the first time.

Each part of Masu was a useful material for all alchemy fields.

Therefore, the hunting competition in Galapagon was a kind of harvest for

alchemists.

In an empire that values alchemy, pension material harvesting was rightly of

particular significance.

Even though it is a competition held on an island far from Hwangdo Island, it

was like that just seeing more than a hundred nobles attending with their sik
sols.

Of course, the invention of the long-distance warp portal made it possible.

Eve also moved from the imperial palace to the Galapagon Sea via a portal.

Squeeze!

Ivo and Michael appeared on the floating stone where the portal was built.

"It's wide."

The floating stone, which has a considerable altitude, was a natural

observatory that offers a panoramic view of Galapagon's.

Michael looked at the huge peaks and dense forests. It was simply a
primitive wild island.

Human civilization was never found except for floating stones and wooden
measures surrounding the area.

Ack! Kiyaak!
"Things flying in the sky were not crows, but harps."

"Yes, I live in Galapagon =1- It's all about the worst."

Harpy and Wyvern flew in the sky, and Behimos and Gargoyle fought for
power on the ground.

Galapagon Island was unique even in its native plants.

Trees with wriggling roots danced in swamps, and giant insect plants
fluttered petals more colorful than peacock's tail feathers, attracting low-
intelligence masters.

The ecosystem here was completely different from the outside.

"It's hard to survive on an island like this."

"Yes, that's why there was a death penalty law to send silence into exile
here."

Guards guided him down to the ground on the wings of the disk. For
convenience' sake, an open space piled up as a measure called an "outpost"

came out. Just in time, there was a person who welcomed Eve in front of the
tree block. "Your Highness, welcome!" "Nice to meet you, Redmon."

Alven had been sent out as a full-time official to help host the tournament.

"I've been waiting. Let's talk for a while.

Eve nodded and went to the back of the outpost, knowing which dragon it
was seven nins, she asked first.

"How's the previous order going?"

"Yes, we hired Raman Heavyiol as a disposal service for the first time.

You're going to play the role of calculating- pleated--- 1- 1-geunhan."

Raman, the original owner of the green potion alchemy workshop, woke up
after shaking off the bottle.

It's time to give an alchemist work, not soap making. "Would you like to meet
me?"

"Yeah."

Soon a man in his mid-30s with a shaggy beard was called.

He seemed to be a weak scholar, and was startled by the roar of Masu.

"Oh, Alven? Why did you call me here?

"Your Majesty, 7th Empress. Say hello, Raman."

"Yes, yes, my seven-year-old Empress? He's the famous guy these days,

"Greetings first."

"Hyeok, forgive me for being rude! Well, well, I'm seeing you. I'm Raman
Haviol."

Eve smiled as she looked at Raman, who hurriedly greeted her.

"Nice to meet you. I'm the real owner of the workshop. Sedella is my
representative.

Raman's eyes widened.

The noble love of Sedella is so...

I expected that the back-up figure would be great because it was not a regular
bet.

But I didn't know it was a royal family. This was beyond Raman's
imagination.

Rahman hastily bowed to the ground.

"Thank you very much for the grace of Her Majesty the Seven. Your Highness
saved the three children from taking them to the streets with their sick father.
I will not forget this grace."

"It's not me, it's Sedella's."

"The household god is said to resemble the lord. As far as I know, Lady
Sedella was also indebted to you while acting as your deputy. So I must thank
you, Your Highness."

Michael and Alven looked at Raman and said, "You know the moon." Eve
did not refuse more credit.

"Then work for me, Raman.

"What should the postmark do?"

"You're an alchemist who specializes in the field of portion. "First of all,

collect the by-products that will be thrown away after today's competition."
"What kind of by-products should we collect?" Slime essence and
Stoneworm's carcasses would be great.

Burn anything with acidic fluid, melt it back, cut it with a sword.

Slime that only proliferates like a single-celled organism.

And it's so hard that it's not even a knife, and it's disgusting.

Both were just worm-like beasts of existence for eradication, worthless as

research materials. It was time for Raman to wonder what the hell he was
going to use such rubbish for. Eve gave the answer through a follow-up
order.

"I'll give them to you as research materials, so I want you to make them.

I'll give you plenty of time to study."

"Slime essence and stone worm? What do you think?”

"First of all, the slime essence is an all-purpose solution, and alchemy often
involves melting or dissolving materials. Study this extract and make it."
"Raman stroked his rough beard with the solution and opened his eyes wide
as if an idea had passed. "I'll give it a try!" "I'm sure you'll make it."

Eve also told me about the next task.

"If you melt the hard envelope of the stone worm with the solvents you'll get
a fresh gut. Stoneworm's activity has long been a subject of study. So the only
thing that's gutted is Eve sneaking over Michael. She coughed awkwardly as
the eyes met. And said.

"I want you to make Stamina Potion."

Stamina potion was a gentle term for men's energy supplements. Michael and
Alven both sniffed at the same time. Ramanman glowed with academic fever.

"What a necessity of the night! It's a field I've always wanted to study.

Please make sure to do all of course! I won't let you down!"

"I think I've found the right person. Then you should go.”

"Yes, Your Grace!"

I sent Raman back who was burning the fire.

With only three left again, Alven was possessed.

"Hmm, hmm. I didn't expect your highness to need such a drug, and Albene
leered at Michael. Eve would have to step up to Michael's credit at this
point.

"Hardelamide's veins are like energy. I am also a child of my father."

"Aha! That's right. Her Majesty's energy is a model.”

The imperial authority was magnificent. Alven was easily convinced.

And looking at Michael, I even talked to him with words of blessing.

"It would be an honor to be shot here, Lord Agnito."

••Of course," Albene said. Only then did Michael show his dissatisfaction.

'I didn't know you were going to contribute to the Empire's nightlife.'

'Ha-Ha-Ve laughed awkwardly.

In fact, the male energy supplement made by Raman Heavyole in the past life
had the effect of improving blood flow.

It could be used as a heart medicine. That was the result Eve really wanted.

"Hardelamide is too far behind in medicine.'

Just ask for heart medicine and Raman will do it.

However, it was better to approach Stamina Potion to make him more

motivated and shorten the R&D period. "Well, let's go in now."

"Yes, Your Grace.

Eve and Michael entered the outpost.

Episode 63

More than 200 participants and spectators gathered together.

It became a social center no less than a standing banquet.

'Oh, look over there. Your Highness is here.’

There was a little buzz around Eve's appearance.

The attention was taken for granted. Eve's position in the political world was
no match for the old days when she was treated like a scoundrel.
Eve imprinted on Homunclus, who was called the monster of the public
prison, and was granted a new green room and was involved in Desmond II's
pioneering project.

In addition, it was the first source of pearl ink, which is known among
aristocrats as a legendary commodity.

Already, nobles were approaching from all directions to talk to Eve.

Eve looked for Yulia without giving them a glance.

At the center of the group, I saw a red-haired young man blooming a story.

"...and at first I thought it was magical. How could you give me such a
precious and pretty thing as a gift?…. Oh, my gosh, he's coming over there.
Her Majesty the Seven!"

Yulia also greeted Eve with pleasure.

"Nice to meet you, Amelos. How have you been?”

"I've been looking forward to seeing you at the Masu Hunting Contest. Your
dress and jewelry go really well together."

"With the help of Amelos, I was able to get everything done."

What Eve wore today was an Empire-style high-waist dress.

The point was to tighten a short jacket, called Spencer, right underneath the
chest.

The skirt felt unbalanced and the front was shorter than the back, so I could
see not only the shin-high boots, but also the black overnissocks on top of it.

The color combination is basically a creamy background with dark blue and
gold highlights.

It was a design that didn't try to force itself to stand out, but it naturally went
blind.
By greeting Yulia, Eve was naturally able to cut into the pack.

Eve greeted other young people as well.

"It's late to say hello. Good to see you, youngsters."

"I see you, Her Majesty the Seven."

Young children sang in a sweet voice.

They also briefly greeted Michael and gathered around Eve. The eyes of Eve
were shining like one.

"Your Highness, welcome. I happened to be talking about pearl ink."

"I heard that the pearl ink used by Amelus was a gift from your Highness?"

"If you don't mind, may I know where you got the pearl ink? My mother is
telling me to get her a birthday present."

"Me, too. I'm envious of how much Amelos boasts."

Eve replied with a gentle smile.

"Pearl ink is made by myself using special mineral dust."

"Oh, my God. Your Highness himself?"

"As expected, the seven empress who has a talent for alchemy.”

While the words of praise came and went, Laonette's self-proclaimed young-
ae, who was interested in painting, stepped up.

"Can you tell me how to make it out of any mineral? I want to draw a picture
with this."

"Hmm……

It was a question that would have made me angry if Fioni was next to me.
Fortunately, Yulia stepped up properly.

"Laonette, do you use it because you want me to tell you how to make it?"

"Oh, excuse me."

Young people thought Yulia was the only one who wanted to use pearl ink.

However, Yulia had her own game.

"Hmmm! Minerals are also our Amelos, who are deeply related to jewels.

Your Grace, why don't you run a pearl ink business with me at this time?”

Young children were surprised.

In the meantime, everyone was impressed by the sense of business that never
missed an opportunity.

A young man, who was enlightened in succession, intervened. She was

Olivier of Yegreen Baek, a famous cosmetics business.

"Pearl in the ink must be valuable. Is the mineral harmful when it touches
people?”

"No, it's safe."

"Good for you! Then, if you make lipstick and shadow, you'll have a
breakthrough product with a sparkle effect. What do you say, Your Grace?

Why don't you run a cosmetics business with our Yegreen family?"

Olivier has also offered Eve a business.

Olivier and Yulia's eyes met fiercely.

It was around the time of the atmosphere of check. There was one more
person breaking in.
"Oh, you're having an interesting conversation. Can I get some shares, too? I
thought it would be nice to use it as a building pigmentation."

"Oh, Count Luciard."

Anaise approached with a bob of brown hair.

"Your Highness, sir. Have you been in Gangnyeong?”

"I've been well and safe. I'm glad Count So has been doing well."

Eve and Anais exchanged a soft smile.

It was the first face-to-face meeting since Rosenite's birthday banquet.

But there was a feeling between them that they had known each other for a
long time.

Yulia immediately noticed this atmosphere.

"Dear Count, have you been acquainted with your Highness before?"

"We often exchanged regards through Arpel's love."

"If it's Arpel's love...… Your Highness's exclusive maid?"

"Yes, that's right. Unfortunately, I have not received your handwritten letter in
pearl ink because it is through people, not letters. It's a shame."

Anais said enviously to Yulia, but the reality was a subtle boast.

This is because the delivery of greetings through people rather than letters
represent a closer relationship.

Yulia, who is prone to provocation, could not hide her angry eyes. Anise
turned a blind eye to business.

"Wouldn't it be wise to do business with professional entrepreneurs as well?

Your Grace, just say it. I'll buy the mine where the mineral is buried right
away. It just so happened that the public bath business was a huge success
and we needed a new investment to roll over the overflowing funds. I'm
going to have to raise Luciaard's business to the top."

Only then did Yulia come to her senses.

"There's nowhere to go with Amelos when it comes to the luxury goods

business. The return rate depends on the value of the product. Amelos is the
right person for the jewelry business to bejewelry business."

Olivier also stepped up to the plate.

"Yegrin doesn't lose when it comes to luxury business. More so, grooming is
like a social flower! Isn't it to lead fashion and culture to enhance the dignity
of Her Majesty? It's an opportunity to gain fame as well as wealth. Please
hold our Yegrin's hand, Your Grace!"

Anais, Yulia and Olivier were all competitive as if they could not miss a
chance.

Eve arranged the situation with a smile.

"You don't have to choose one side."

"What?"

"It doesn't overlap, so I think we can invest all at once. We'll talk about the
details later at my place. I'll take you three to my wife's room soon."

"I see, Your Grace!"

That sums up the issue of Pearl.

When the atmosphere of check disappeared, the common denominator of

business naturally tied Anais, Yulia, and Olivier together.

Also a recent issue was Luciard's public bath business. Julia asked Anise
what she had been curious about before.
"I heard that Count Little's bathing business was a great success. It's just one
question. The price of Ma Jeongseok is skyrocketing, so isn't there any loss
as we receive customers?”

It was a question that Eve and Anais had been waiting for. Anaise replied
with a smile.

"But it was a very difficult part. I almost failed to meet the price set by the
imperial court, so I almost broke up with Luciard and Baek writer.”

"Oh, my God! How did you solve it?”

"We've come up with a way to get hot water without having to use a
cornerstone. It's a way to heat up the water by passing through the hot water
pipes thanks to the digestion of bread around the area.”

"Oh, what, that idea?”

"This is the wisdom of our family's benefactor."

"It's very interesting what kind of person you are."

Everyone wondered about Count Luciard's benefactor.

Then Anais winked for permission and Eve nodded.

Anais said to Eve with an example.

"Here's my message to the 7th Empress Seven.

"Oh my!"

"Oh, my God!"

There was an exclamation everywhere.

There were also quite a few nobles listening to the conversation secretly, so
the surroundings were greatly disturbed.
Eve opened her mouth calmly.

"I wanted to help Count Lucia de Soe because I thought the bathing business
would be a great help in preventing the epidemic in the Yellow Island. I've
been interested in promoting the cleanliness of the new people.”

Anais bragged about this time.

"You know what, youngsters? The high-quality soap in our bathhouse is also
made from your recipe."

"No, you can't live without him, can you?"

"Huhu, yes, I'm actually in a partnership.”

The word partner was enough to set Yulia on fire. She glanced back at Eve.

"Your Grace, I need you to work with me as soon.

It's strong."

"What we're already doing.

Yulia's green eyes lit up with a curious glow. Eve whispered in her ear.

"Ear cuffs. We were supposed to make it together, right?”

"Ah."

"Of course, it's still a secret between me and Yulia. You know that, right?

"Yes!"

Yulia smiled brightly with a slightly flushed face as if she were feeling better
soon.

Episode 64

"I need to talk to Count So for a moment. I'll see you later, youngsters."
"Yes, Your Grace."

Eve got out of the pack with Anais.

The place where the two went was full of trees outside the measure.

There was a good place to have a secret chat with old trees and bushes
properly creating blind spots.

After keeping Michael on the lookout, Eve talked to Anais alone.

"It's been a long time since that day, Count So. I feel like I've been seeing you
without a break, maybe because I often exchange greetings through Sedella.”

"As a matter of fact, so do I.

I dare to say that I feel friendly, but I am glad that you said so first."

"Really, you've done a great job, Count So."

"All thanks to your care."

The bond that achieved success together was extraordinary. Eve and Anais
smiled silently for a while.

At that time, Anais opened her mouth as if she had thought of something
funny.

"Did you know that when I was talking to the young, the third empress was
staring fiercely at me.

"Yes, I've had a sting in my back."

Among those who overheard their conversation was Bridgette.

"Our family's business hasn't collapsed, so the third emperor won't stay still.
I'm afraid that's going to be crazy for you."

"I'm prepared."
The bullying has already gone through. The day Michael was almost out of
prison was still vivid.

Anais saw Eve's eyes dimmer and asked.

"Are you already being kept in check?”

"As expected, you are quick to read, Count So."

Eve simply unraveled the story.

"I was caught trying to steal my credit in connection with the project. It must
have been very upsetting, so at regular tea time, I tried to conspire with the
other imperial ladies and harm Lord Agnito. I almost lost Lord Agnito. It was
fortunate that I was able to pick up the pieces and save them on time.”

"Oh, my God. That's what happened.”

"You don't have to worry too much. You won't be able to touch me directly
for a while because of the failure."

Sleep magic showed a difference in competence and caught the weakness of

Stephania, a chore-handling team.

But Anais couldn't easily stop worrying at Eve's words.

"The third empress has already accepted the seven's move as a challenge to
herself.’

In the meantime, Eve informed Anais that she helped the top of Luciard,
which Bridgete tried to swallow.

It was natural that Eve's move was interpreted as an expression of his

intention to confront Bridgette politically.

'I'm sure you don't know the risks.’

Anais looked closely at Eve's profile.

Hadellamide's seventh empress, Ivien Rose, Chloe Hadellamide.

She was a girl with a slender build and a gentle impression. But for some
reason it never seemed weak.

Anais took a deep breath. Finally, I decided to put an important question into
my mouth.

"Your Grace."

"Yes, Count Little."

"At this point, I can't help but ask.

I see."

"What do you mean?"

"You are going against the will of the third empress, but you are not at all
protecting yourself. It makes me feel... ..that your Highness has special
intention."

"It's interesting. Tell me, Count So. What is my intention?"

Anaise moistened her dry lips with her tongue. The tense voice contained a
question.

"Or your Highness...…

"Do you want a seat in the sun?"

A long time after the question fell, Eve turned straight toward Anais.

There was a gregarious smile on the face staring at Anais.

With nothing but more seriousness, Eve opened her mouth.

"If so?"
At the moment, Anais felt overwhelmed and raised.

There was no need to worry. Anais immediately held the hem of the dress
with both hands and set a dramatic example.

And he sat on the floor regardless of the hock and asked Eve for the back of
his hand.

"I, Anais Luciard, will follow the 7th Empress until the day I die."

Eve also responded, looking down at the kiss anaise.

"Your choice now will prove to me how wise it is."

"It's an honor, an honor."

After completing the oath of a strong warrior, Eve raised Anais.

Eve, who went back to smiling Hwangnyeo, said.

"The secret talk was too long. Now go back, Count So."

"Yes, Your Grace."

As if nothing had happened, Eve and Anais stood shoulder to shoulder and
returned to where the others were.

Scene 14. The first round.

The full-fledged start of the beast hunt is imminent.

It was customary for each participant to receive a blessing wishing good luck
and safety to his or her master, lover, or family.

Eve also visited Michael among the participants in the inspection to follow
the procedure.

"Take care, Lord Agneto."

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

Eve untied the blue ribbon decorated with her hair and tied it to the
Nightray's search.

Michael kissed the back of the hand as a token of gratitude.

It was time to exchange warm eyes for a while. There was a shadow passing
by, dragging the skirt of a slouchy dress.

It was Rosenit who came to Sylvestian.

"Sir Millard."

"Yes, Her Majesty."

The silver-haired knight kissing the back of the Hwangnyeo's hand drew
attention.

"You are knight of the Empire's White Rose. I'm sure you'll bring me the
greatest glory."

"I'll keep that in mind, Your Highness."

It was a declaration that it would not be tolerated unless it was the best.

Rosenit Lee Gun-man, who used to appeal to benevolence, was strict with
his immediate driver.

Eve and Michael's location was right next to them.

Naturally, Rosenit found Eve but left without looking.

"You're worried that Michael will lose your victory. ’

I wasn't really angry at the pettyness. Rather, Silvestian, who was left without
hearing a prayer for a safe return, was more concerned.
Eve couldn't help but say a word to him, who was treated only as a tool of
victory.

"Sir Millard, I hope you take care of yourself."

"It's a pleasure, Your Grace."

Eve also left the contestant area. Then Michael spoke to Sylvestian.

"You are lucky to be blessed by my empress.”

Sylvestian only smiled bitterly.

Michael also added a word to him, which he felt sorry for today.

"You won't be easy, but don't overdo it."

"That's not a good thing to hear from your biggest competitor.”

Michael and Sylvestian are back in line.

There were well over a hundred aristocratic participants around them.

There was no royal family. In principle, the Imperial family does not
participate directly in hunting competitions.

Hadelamide was a consistently alchemy and magical science empire.

Holding a sword, such as a hunting competition or duel, was considered to

be much lower than learning.

So the imperial family all put Homunclus as their proxy.

Michael looked straight ahead.

There was an entrance to the Galapagon Forest, which was filled with beasts
and coughed up various bizarre cries. It was as black as the mouth of a giant
monster.
Pooh!

The sound of a huge horn made of the horns of the first dragon rang the
Galapagon Island.

The hunt has begun.

Michael and the other participants broke free of boundaries and scattered
into the woods.

Eve was watching it from the audience space with Yulia and Anais.

Behind them, there was a group of young men whispering.

"Who's going to win?”

"This time again, it's a direct article, right?"

"Of course it is."

Everyone looked down on Homunclus' fighting power.

It was everyone's concern who would be the winner of the competition.

Anais and Yulia exchanged conversations on the same subject.

"Last year it was Lord Halsten. But this year, with Lord Millard and Lord
Agnito, many expect the game to change."

"Sir Millard was so famous in the Imperial Palace that he was even chosen
by Her Majesty the Eighth. And just because Lord Agnito was nicknamed a
public prison monster, everyone seems to expect his skills."

Eve searched her memory without saying a word.

Today in my last life was like Sylvesterian's spectacular debut, who had just
become a direct.
This is because he robbed Behemoth's den and captured Behemoth, the
leader.

Since then, Silvestian has given Rosenite the honor of winning every
competition, duel and competition in the Imperial Palace.

Two years later, Michael had to give up his position as the strongest player
after entering position as the strongest player.

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"Maybe Michael will win?"

Eve was, in fact, a bit puzzled.

It was unthinkable for her to win such a massive competition.

Eve was more used to the role of always watching and celebrating someone
glorious.

He was not inclined to enjoy winning or losing.

Eve thought that this attitude was not very desirable.

"It's been a while since I heard Michael as a direct article, and I'd better be
more confident.’

It just so happens that Yulia asks a playful question.

"What do you think, Your Grace? Who do you think will win, Lord Halsten,
Lord Agnito or Lord Millard?"

"Of course, my Lord Agneto."

At the moment, I felt a piercing look on my cheek.

I glanced around and saw Rosenit staring this way with pink ruby-like eyes
from afar.
"Oh my, 8th Empress...…

"I guess it's true that you have a good ear."

Julia and Anais whispered covering their mouths.

All the participants went deep into the forest and could no longer see
anyone's back.

The first round of hunting usually lasts five hours.

It was a boring time to wait, so the viewers who remained within the
boundaries needed their own entertainment.

"Shall we go ride the Ark, too.

Sky ark means a cruise ship floating in the sky.

It was good to go around Galapagon Island slowly, see the scenery, and see
the situation of the participants when riding the ark.

Eve, of course, voted in favour.

It was when Eve, Yulia, and Anais all tried to move together to Buyu Seok,
the dock of the Ark of Heaven.

There was a man interrupting.

"Can I join you?”

"Limitielo English?"

It was Calix, the handsome man of Richblond.

He, who always went as a set with five alumni friends, was somehow alone
today.

While Eve was wondering, Calix greeted with courtesy.

"I wanted to see you again, Your Grace."

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Youngsik."

Come to think of it, I remembered that the end was a little subtle when I
broke up with Calix. It just so happens that he's got that point.

"I was so sorry to break up with you that day."

"I'm glad we broke up before I showed up drunk."

The soft but bony words prickled Carlix.

"I want to apologize for that. I just want you to know that I never meant to
make you drink hard."

"Yes, but I know you tried to get me something by drinking."

He was slightly willing to be fooled at the time, but with Michael's help, he
didn't have to.

"What did you want?"

"It's a little difficult to say in a place like this."

Then Anais and Yulia, who had been quiet so far, opened their mouths. Of
course, it was not a favourable content.

"Well, that's more likely to be misunderstood."

"I didn't know honor when I acted in question, but now I have to admit that I
have done something wrong, and I think it's important."

Calix was in great trouble with the concerted attack of Anais and Yulia.

Eve went into arbitration.

"The request must have been quite personal. I don't want to push you, so I'll
listen to it later."
"Thank you for your generosity."

"I'm sorry, but I want to enjoy the ark with people here. I'll be with Youngsik
next time. Please excuse my refusal."

"No, I'm just glad you said: Enjoy your time, Your Grace."

It would have been a low-income conversation for Calix, but he walked

away with a very moved face.

Taking the bland conversation with Calix as a happening, Eve and three
others went to the dock and boarded the ark.

The ark, which is protected by the highest level of boundary, opened its gills-
like sail.

Soon, the ark flew into the sky and began to wander, kicking out this time and
the harp.

A panoramic view of Galapagon Island with a unique ecosystem caught my

eye.

"It's amazing how many times I see it. I feel like I'm in a world 300

years ago."

"That's what Amelos says. Those days would have been like this."

"Yes, it's like a dragon."

Yulia and Anais are talking.

It was such a long time ago that.

The dark ages when God abandoned this world, the sacred power
disappeared, the devil broke out, and maroons were born to disturb the
world.
At that time, the kingdom of Hadelamide made a homunculus with the power
of alchemy against the dragon.

It was a natural step to achieve magical development by acquiring Ma Jeong-

gwang as Ma Yong's suppression succeeded.

The dynasty was elevated to imperial status and still enjoyed power.

If it weren't for Homunclus, Lord-class dragons would still be harassing

humans without being crushed.

Among them, if Galamut, who is known for his powerful and viciousness,
was alive, the horrors would be indescribable.

Now, it is a grateful dragon that has been feeding the empire for more than
100 years as a legacy of Ma Jeong-gwang, but at that time, it was a vicious
dragon that people were really proud of just by name.

Eve also participated in the conversation between Yulia and Anais.

"It turns out that Galapagon Island is the birthplace of Maryong Galamut."

"Yes, I've heard of it."

"Since Galamut was overthrown, Rare has always been the best man on the
island. Although the owner changes every year.”

"If you're looking for the championship, can we go to Rare?”

It was then. I could see dark clouds coming from the western sky over the
mountain peaks.

"Huh? Is it about to rain?"

The dark sky heralded spring rain on the island of Masu.

"Mark."
Michael has carved the mark of the 7th Empress Manaro on the insect plant
Masu he has just caught.

The hunted marshals are marked in this way and counted at the end of the
tournament.

Of course, it's just a speck of dust.

To win the championship, it took a bigger shot than this little thing.

Where the hell is Galamut's rare?’

Michael's disadvantage was that he couldn't grasp the geography because it

was his first participation.

There was a sign of other marshals gathering around.

Neppentes, a swampy plant, is famous for living in colonies, so it must be a

colleague of the man who just died.

The swamp Nepentes was a beast with shark-like gills in the center of its
brilliant petals.

The roots hidden in the swamp moved like tentacles, capturing their
opponents and sucking blood like nutrients, so they had to be careful under
their feet when fighting.

Five more came and one of them was unusually large.

Michael, of course, quickly repulsed without much difference.

Michael brushed off the thick purple essence from the nighttray and
approached the wriggling Nepentes.

But as soon as he tried to engrave the mark, Nepentes curled the petals like
buds and burst.

There was no shock.

However, an unknown purple smoke spread out, and Michael hurriedly
covered his nose and mouth.

Whoo!

Then the wind blew purple smoke up into the far sky.

The gust of wind burned away while forming a purple vortex in the air.

Michael felt the magic and turned around.

"Nepentes pollen has a poison. I don't want to drink."

"I know that much, Lord Wind."

Sixth Crown Prince Derek's immediate knight, Snoret Wint, was there.

"And when the pollen spreads, this area will form a Nepentes forest."

"That's not bad. Galapagon Island is a fish farm of the worst kind."

Michael and Snorrett, who had a light conversation, checked each other's
movements.

"Sir Agnito, which way are you going?"

"I'm thinking of crossing the swamp. If you're going to go to the other side, I
recommend you to find another way. I've already annihilated them.”

"I see. Thanks for letting me know."

"You're welcome. Do you happen to know where Galamut's rare is?"

"Of course."

Snorrett, who is a third-year participant this year, knows the geography of

Galapagon Island.

"Sir Agnito, if it is your strength, I think I can tell you.”

Snorrett was willing to provide information to Eve's immediate driver.

She drew a map in the air with light.

"Here you go. Good luck."

"Thank you, Lord Wind."

Episode 66

Michael broke up with Snoret and headed to the place she told him.

Crossed the swamps of Nepentes, crossed the slime grasslands, and passed
to spider caves.

Rare was located around the middle of the mountain, and as I climbed the
mountain, the surrounding landscape became bleak and desolate as if I had
come to the cemetery.

It was not strange to attack when and where the devil jumped out.

It was time to pound through the road with a sword house.

Shoosh! Chaeng!

There was a surprise to take the blade out of the sword after a long time.

I expected him to be quite strong, but disappointingly, his opponent was not a
good match.

"You scared me, Michaelis."

"Oh, Sylvestian. Did you come to Rare, too?"

"No, I was searching for the habitat of the golden mane, Behimos.”

"Really? I guess Behimos is the one who took the rare of Galamut this year.”
Michael and Sylvestian decided to accompany because the roads were
overlapping.

The two quickly discovered the rare of galamut.

Numerous gold glistened in a large cavity of pitch-black darkness.

It was actually Behimos' eyes, which was so many that I wondered if it was a
firefly.

A hundred of the silver mane beasts came, showing their teeth and drooling.

Michael and Sylvestian each picked up their own swords.

"That's quite enough.”

"I'm not greedy, so I'm going to take the boss, Sylvestian."

"What? Hey, Michaelis."

"Why? Are you not confident? Then I'll help you catch the little ones."

"Hey……I"

Michael kicked the ground first.

In an instant, he dug into the crevice of Behimos and swung his sword wide.

Poof! Poof!

There was a popping sound, not a cut. Each time he swung the sword, two or
three Behemoths fell out.

"The fur is the most important part, so you have to get it done on the outside."

Sylvestian also began to catch Ichimos as if he could not lose. His hands
were as clean as Michael.

By the two hunters, Behimos was quickly driven close to annihilation.

Now there are less than ten Behimos, and they can't find the mettle that first
showed their teeth. •

Behimos whined like puppies and ran out of the rare when their tails fell out.

Sylvestian said urgently as he was breathing.

"Don't chase me. Shouldn't we save an individual for next year?"

"I intend to. Where's the boss more than him? All my people are dying, but I
can't see them.”

"If you're the leader, I think you caught him earlier."

"Hmm?"

"Don't you remember. He was much bigger and had eyes on his forehead."

"Oh, was that the boss? I didn't know they were all similarly weak."

Michael casually spoke and examined the dead Behimos.

It was to check if there were any marks that were not engraved.

Then I felt a new sign.

Michael and Sylvestian looked around the rare entrance at the same time.

"What, are you done?”

"It's late, Lord Halschten."

One step behind was Elijahal-Schten, a knight of the third emperor.

Elijah is known for wearing a long-sword in the palace, but he is known for
his short-sword and mango shoes in practice.

Two short swords lost their use. Elijah pushed the swords back into the
muzzle and spoke in disrepair.
"Did the two strong contenders work together? I think it's cheating."

Michael neatly ignored this glib remark.

Sylvestian faced Elijah.

"If you go back with a stone tomb cliff on your right, you will see a spider's
nest. Why don't you go after the Queen Spider, Lord Halsten?"

"Alas, Lord Millard, as merciful as the knight of the White Rose."

Elijah continued, squinting his lemon-colored eyes.

"That would be a great help. You know, if you don't catch anything to save
face, it'll be a pain in the night.”

The face of the noble knight hardened when words came out suggesting the
night shift.

Elijah dug into Sylvestian's response.

"Of course, Lord Millard would understand? The great white roses of the
Empire are no different."

Sylvestian's eyes were acrimonious at the insult under the guise of his
comradeship.

"……three words, Lord Halschten. Show loyalty to the royal family."

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry you're quite likeable. And asking for loyalty is the
first thing you should say to the monster in the public prison next to you."

"Sir Halsten."

"Ah, I see. You're such a straight shooter.”

When Sylvestian seriously pulled the sword, Elijah left, pretending to

surrender.
Michael watched the back of Elijah with some interest.

"You don't seem loyal, but you managed to enter the palace without being
disposed of.”

"I know I almost got disposed of once. Not because of loyalty issues...…

because he failed to pass that year's 'Failed Test."

The training center did not hesitate to do anything cruel to put the
homuncluses in extreme competition.

One of the most representative was the failed test Silvestian mentioned.

It was like gathering young homuncloos and disposing of the last place
through iron-man or survival competitions.

Come to think of it, Michael's first rebellion at the training center was also
the trigger of the failed test.

If I stayed still, bad memories of the past seemed to occupy my head.

Michael focused on the conversation.

"I can't imagine that the Third Empress's direct knight was a failure.”

"I'm not sure, but then I heard that someone had abstained instead of the
young Lord Halschten. That's why he was able to survive.”

Michael was flabbergasted.

This is because the conversation we had to avoid memories raised old

memories perfectly.

Michael laughed a little dumbfounded by this coincidence.

"Ah, that little boy...…

"Michaelis?"
"Nothing."

The hunted Behimos were arranged and piled up and came out of the rare.

Scary stones that felt like a cemetery came down the road, and a drop of
water fell on my cheek.

"It's raining.”

"Is it spring rain?"

Unlike the ticklish tone of the spring rain, the sentiment of the two
homunculus was dark.

Rain on the continent was not a blessing regardless of season.

Even though it was indispensable for a good harvest. This is because rain
was a factor in revitalizing the number of animals.

"It doesn't matter because you've wiped out all the dangerous things around
you anyway."

"Well, is that so?"

It was time for Michael to agree with Sylvestian.

Rarely

"What is it?"

I felt a strong vibration from under my feet.

Gargoyles, which were imitating the statue, released the stone flowers all at
once and flew into the sky.

The figure was no different from a herd of animals fleeing in the face of
disaster.
As expected, the accident happened immediately. The ground began to crack
deeply here and there.

In a flash!

"Michaelis!"

Silvestian grabbed Michael's arm, which was momentarily out of balance.

Pulled.

It was a moment when he almost fell into a cliff.

Of course, if it comes up again with flying magic, it's enough, but I'm grateful.

"Are you all right, Michaelis?"

"That's fine, but that's a long name to call in a crisis. Call me Michael."

"Oh, yeah. But I don't have a shortened name."

"It's called Sylvie."

"……well, if it's convenient.”

Sylvestian, who got a nickname all of a sudden, was puzzled.

The vibrations and splits continued.

In addition, black energy was rising from the deep cracks.

Michael and Sylvestian quickly identified the black spirits.

"Deathbody?"

"It looks like it's been dragged out by the rain."

The rain was getting rougher.

Then, as if they had eaten food, the ideology grew thicker and more
widespread. It was as if there were black fog in sight.

Michael and Sylvestian put swords on their swords and cut down the dead
bodies in front of them.

It is not very strong because it lost its body, but it was large enough to be
mistaken for fog. There was no end to the bear, no end to the bear.

Silvestian said with his tongue sticking out.

"What's so much?"

"No, this is all one."

"One? Really?"

Silvestian's eyes shook slightly at Michael's correction.

No matter how weak the ideology is, it would never be negligible if the
ideology spread at this scale was combined into one.

Soon Michael gave us his identity.

"It's pretty. This is the ideology of Marongalamut."

Episode 67

"What?"

A legendary name came out. Silvestian was surprised, but Michael continued
as if he didn't care.

"That's the idea. Less than a tenth of a million in those days of good strength.
It's going to be small.

Ideas were now turning closer to wriggling slime than haze or fog.
Physically taking shape was a good sign. This is because the only way to
suppress was to combine ideas to form a life form and break the core.

The body of thought, which had been fluttering like slime, stretched part of its
body. The body, which turned into a tentacle, had a face-like shape.

It was directed at Michael and Sylvestian.

[Homun] [Clue]….]

"You speak." Homunclus was created to fight against the dragon, i.e., it was a
natural enemy to the dragon.

Upon recognition of Michael and Sylvestian's identity, the ideology quickly

began to absorb the surrounding black energy.

Finally, a dragon with a giant bull's horns and five giant pairs of demon
wings was created.

Cuo!

A roaring deafening roared on the island. Galamut's ideology flashed blood

from the empty eyelids.

[An ugly creature...]…Homunklus…….]

[Pensions……Master's Watch…]….]

Michael and Sylvestian, who were listening silently, said something.

"You talk too much."

"The perception of us is not good."

Cuo!

Around that time, once more roaring Galamut's ideology deepened the blood
glow of the eyelids.
[I'm killing you]

Galamut's ideology rushed in.

He tried to hit Michael and Sylvestian with a bullhorn so huge that he

wondered how to balance his alternative head.

Kugugugung!

Michael and Sylvestian each flew from side to side.

Galamut, with his horns and head tucked into the floor, turned around and
began to rush. The target was Sylvestian.

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A huge mouth opened towards Sylvestian.

The existence of the black energy was like darkness itself. It swallowed the
Sylvestian.

"Thread••••••!"

Michael's voice was cut off.

As soon as his whole body was engulfed in darkness, Silvestian was nervous
by raising his five senses extremely high.

But I didn't feel any pain.

"It's too quiet.’

It was time to be more vigilant. Sylvestian suddenly felt a headache and

frowned.

At that moment, a scene in Sylvestian's memory began to growling in front of

him.

Rosenite's 16th birthday banquet, the Empire's white rose.

Sylvestian was honored to stand by Rosenite as a direct knight.

But he couldn't concentrate on Rosenit throughout the banquet.

Silvestian's gaze continued to follow Eve and Michael, who could be seen
far beyond Rosenit's shoulder.

The wind against chivalry keeps coming to mind. Sylvestian shuddered with
a sense of shame.

It was then.

Whoops!

The darkness cut and the light poured out. Then the fantasy in front of me
melted away.

"Are you all right, Sylvie?"

Silvestian came to his senses by Michael's voice.

He quickly regained focus on his eyes and straightened up.

"Something…… felt like it was being read.”

"Maryong has the ability to interfere with the mind, so be careful."

Galamut's mind that failed to attack roared again.

[An ugly...... creature...]…!]

Michael glared at Galamut's ideology.

The nighttray has a thick silver-gray sword that resembles the radishes of
petals.

Michael's two legs hit the ground. He took a leap out of the coming horn of a
dragon.
Then he stepped on his face and climbed on his neck while his head was
stuck in the ground.

Shut up!

A thick half of the neck has been cut off. But black energy burst from the
wound and hit Michael.

"Michael!"

"I feel bad.”

Despite Sylvestian's worried cries, Michael was fine in the darkness.

It was as if Ma-ryong's mental interference was not working for him.

Seeing this, Galamut's ideology flinched.

설You can't be...…』

Michael didn't listen and attacked his neck again.

Argh!

At last, Ma-ryong's neck fell due to a stronger attack than before.

But the dragon in front of him is a creature of thought. Two new necks sprang
up from the severed neck.

It was a scene that seemed hopeless at first glance. But Michael smiled.

"We've identified the location of the core. It's the center of the chest.

Next time, I'm really going to kill him."

[You...!]

Cuo!
A roar filled with anger and hatred shook the entire island of Galapagon.

Galamut's ideology flashed four eyes on two heads. And spread five pairs of
wings and flew up into the sky.

"I don't think you're going to die out."

Michael fixed the sword.

The dragon rose to the sky and called Michael in full of evil.

You are the ugliest creature ever!］

"Oh, yeah."

A superlative was attached to the ugly creature. I was not impressed because
I thought it was a formal curse between Ma-ryong.

But the words that followed were different.

저Cursed! King of Homunculus...…

Why do you raise your opponent instead of cursing? Michael was a little
dumbfounded.

King of the Homunculus! Disappear for the sake of the clan!]

Galamut's ideology began to descend rapidly toward Michael.

Two horned heads hit the empty spot where Michael was.

This time Michael cut off the head that failed the attack.

It will regenerate again anyway, but while focusing on the regeneration of the
head, it was intended to destroy the core by splitting the torso.

But the cut hair became black and didn't scatter. Rather, he kept his shape and
looked straight at Michael.
The moment he encountered a blank red-glowing eyelid, Michael felt clearly
read in his head.

Then Maryong said.

"The King of Evil, imprint on you, too."

"There is."

At this moment, Michael felt threatened for the first time while dealing with
Maryong.

Michael pulled Manna to the max. A silver-gray sword burst around his
body.

Galamut's ideology, however, was disorganized and avoided attack.

Black spirits of Galamut permeated the ground.

[I'm going to kill you...]

Crrrrrrrrrrrrrh

It sounded like a sneer.

Michael's left hand, which did not hold the sword, trembled finely.

"Did he back off?"

Michael couldn't even afford to say no to Sylvestian's question. The bad

feeling made my spine wet with cold sweat.

His legs were frighteningly full.

"Michael…?!"

The whole body of blood seemed to cool off on the face that came to my
mind. Michael ran through the freezing spring rain.
"Hwangnyeo!"

Shoot... shoot...

"We'll take you somewhere to avoid the rain."

"What's this on a day like today?"

By the time the excursion was completed with the ark of heaven, rain began
to pour in earnest.

The royal family and the aristocracy were guided under the tent. The same
was true of Eve.

As he entered a tent used only by the royal family, Eve turned to the chirping
cry of bird-type beasts. And I witnessed something extraordinary.

What's that?

Black energy was rising from the mountainside.

At first, I wondered if I saw the mist created by the rain wrong. However, no
matter how many times I closed my eyes, the black color was clear.

'The middle of the road is rare...…. Don't tell me anything happened to

Michael.…

At that time, a few homuncloos were rushing from the entrance of the forest.

Elijah, who was running in the lead, found Bridgette.

"Your Highness, 3rd Empress!"

"What's the matter with you coming home already? The contest isn't over
yet."

"The island was strange, so everyone rushed back to check on the Lord."

"What's strange about it? Tell me the details...…

It was faster to see than to hear.

This is because black energy began to rise from the beginning of the forest
outside the boundary area.

Episode 68

"Is that, ideologue?"

In the meantime, other homuncloos returned.

It reminded me of the seriousness of the situation by voluntarily gathering, not

by receiving orders.

"Why isn't Michael coming?’

Eve looked around. It was only him and Rosenit who did not return to the
royal family.

Rosenit spoke to Eve as if to show off her mettle.

"I would have gone all the way to Rare to hunt for the mighty beast, so I'd be
late. I'm not worried."

Eve couldn't be as casual as Rosenit.

Eve couldn't let go of her worries about Michael. However, considering his
return, the situation at the outpost was not very good.

"Well, what's that?"

The outpost suddenly darkened. The perimeter surrounding the outpost.

This is because the body of thought clung to it.

Pajik! Pajik!

There was a spark on the boundary. After a while someone shouted.

"Huh, the boundaries are breaking!"

Scallion!

It's too late to use your hands. The ideologue broke the barrier like a window
and broke into the outpost.

"Argh! What the hell!"

"No! Go away!"

Ideas poured down into the outpost like waterfalls. Instead of flailing on the
floor, it began to clump together.

Soon a single form of ideology roared.

Cuo!

The giant bull's horns, and a dragon with five pairs of wings.

At this point, there were people everywhere who identified the ideology.

"Maryong, Galamut!"

Crazy!

Galamut's ideology cried for his ears to fall off. Just the wind generated by
the roar blew the tent away and pushed the body back.

"Guys, get your act together!"

At Bridgette's command, homuncloos stood on the front line. Only Snomett

fell back to cover the ball.

"I'll join you."

Bridgette's got gloves on his hands.

I prepared to try magic in the rear.

"Attack!"

An attack of swords and magic poured out at once. However, Maryong did
not intend to fight back or evade the attack.

Kugung! Kugugung!

It was a barrage of supplies that exceeded the regenerative power of the

ideology. At this rate, Galamut's ideology would have been wiped out by
exposing the core.

"What, are you here to kill yourself?”

Bridgette uttered bland words in a one-sided battle situation.

It was then.

'Huh?'

Eve felt that the maroon was looking straight at her. Her shoulders trembled
greatly at the ominousness of the moment.

"It's just the mood.’

But her wish was betrayed immediately.

[Found...]

[Man who imprinted the king of Homunculus]…!]

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Galamut's voice rang directly in my head. Eve's whole body is stiff.

The moment the word king of homunculus came out, it became clear. It was
Eve himself that Galamut's ideology was aiming for.
'Ah••••••

The glow of blood from the empty eyelids. Galamut's gaze, a road-class
dragon, was not acceptable to ordinary humans alone, although it became an
ideological body.

Eve couldn't move her body as if she were under the curse of bondage. As
time went by, I couldn't breathe.

I will take your life and avenge you!

Galamut's ideology opened its mouth wide. a red nose embedded in one's
stomach

It was when I caught a glimpse.

Shooshhhhooh!

A gust of wind blew into the station. The black nucleus began to clump into
the big mouth of the dragon.

"B, it's Bres! All clear!"

As Maryong's eyes had been fixed on Hangun for a while, it was also clear
where he was trying to breathe his breath of death.

"All to the rear!"

Everybody's in a mess except Eve.

I ran away.

"Everyone who can use magic, take precautions against septum! Everybody
back off the grid!"

At Bridgete's command, the sound of spells rang from place to place.

Countless barriers have been built in the rear.

Even then Eve was not a step away from Bresse's expected direct position.

It was Snorrett who discovered it.

"Your Highness the Seven?" What are you doing?

Come on, come on!"

"The 7th Empress, Your Highness!

The desperate cry alone was not enough to untangle the dragon.

Is he going to die?

Eve wanted to close her eyes tightly, but she realized she couldn't even do it.

The black nucleus began to swell like a burst in the mouth of the dragon.

Finally, Bres is complete.

The dragon spit it out relentlessly.

Quagua maniac!

"Yay, yay!"

It was when someone screamed on behalf of Eve.

M | 99

Death did not come.

Eve opened her eyes wide when she found a straight back blocking her.

I think the familiar back is a vision.

It was, but he looked back in front of him as if to prove it to be true.

"I'm here, Your Majesty."

"Michael……I"

I was released like a lie. Eve could call his name out loud.

Breth, poured out by Galamut's ideology, was not able to hit Michael and
Eve and was moving aside from both sides.

Michael put a sword on the night tray.

It was because he poured it in and blocked Bresse.

Thanks to Michael, it is easier for those in the back to stand on the fence.

The cracked breath was dispersed in power and scattered evenly over the
boundaries.

Push.

Finally, the day of the long death is over. Only insignificant smoke rose from
Maryong's empty mouth.

Michael didn't hide his life in purple eyes.

"How dare you, my empress..."

He immediately jumped to the dragon.

To shoot Bress from the ground, Maryong has no choice but to stand on his
hind legs and walk with two legs. This naturally brings out the chest area.

"I'll break your core to pieces."

As the sword grew stronger, Nightray's test was crying of resonance.

Michael, in the aftermath of Bresse's shooting, put a sword in the body of a

rigid dragon.

I rammed it in, and I popped the sword from the inside.

Quagua maniac!

The dragon lost its shape in the explosion.

Returning to a low black energy, the ideology was blown into the air and
dissipated.

왕을The king should be eliminated...…』

Eve and Michael, the ephemeral will.

Left to , Galamut's ideology perished.

Eve lowered her eyes in the ash-splitting blackness.

"I haven't woken up yet, but I can't believe you recognized Michael.’

Eve looked at Michael, who burned the marbles with a sword to make them
disappear faster.

"The king, did you hear that?’

Then Michael looked around Eve. It's been a while since I've been eaten out
of course.

Only when the snow put Eve in sight did it regain its interstellar light.

Michael stopped what he was doing and approached Eve.

Then he took off his uniform coat and hung it over Eve's shoulder. Only then
did Eve realize she was being squeezed in the rain.

Of course, Michael, who ran through the rain, was wetter than Eve.

Eve had a hand on his hand that was putting her hands on his hands.

Overlapped.
It was when I tried to use warm magic because I felt nervous. Michael
suddenly grabbed Eve's hand tightly.

"I'm glad you're all right, mister."

"Ah……

Michael's tremors were not only due to the cold.

The danger of an imprinted opponent makes Homunclus feel a terrible threat.

Michael must have felt threatened when he saw the imprint standing blankly
in front of the dragon trying to shoot Bress. The crisis must be tantamount to
fear.

Eve reached out the other hand to appease Michael, who looked unstable.

Patted his cold frozen cheek.

"Michael saved my life."

"It's all right now."

A hand filled with warm magical energy melted the frozen cheeks. Michael
was only able to cough up his blocked breath.

Episode 69

As soon as Ma-ryong's ideology disappeared, the heavy rain in spring

stopped like a lie. The clear sky showed a beautiful rainbow with a ridge.

The competition was organized and the results were announced. Everyone
expected that.The winner of the sippy was Michael, Eve's direct driver and
substitute contestant.

He didn't have to count the island's best leader, Behimos.

It was a natural result because he was the one who killed Ma-ryong's
ideology.

Sadly, the core was shattered and its value dropped significantly.

By the end of the prestigious awards ceremony, the Masu hunt ended.

Eve and Michael returned to the palace on a portal.

It just so happened to be Wednesday when Michael had to work overtime

under the contract.

Eve and Michael are together.

I went to the room, had dinner, and went into the bedroom.

It's been a tough day for low-strength Eve in many ways, so she fell asleep as
soon as she lay in bed. Michael, however, has not been able to sleep sitting
on a couch until the middle of the night.

King of Homunculus.

The words that Maryong called him kept ringing in my head.

"The strongest homunculus of all time?"

That's too much of a title for a natural enemy.

"I wish I had someone to ask."

I decided to stop worrying about the problem that I couldn't answer.

It was when I tried to lie down on the couch to sleep. Michael's eyes touched
the bed.

Eve, who must be very tired and has a groaning breath in a disorganized
position.
The moment I caught her in my eye, Michael approached the bed with some
sort of unexpected impulse.

Michael looked down at the sleeping face of Eve.

My heart seemed to tighten slightly.

Michael knew this sense well. Only this afternoon, Maryon Eve.

Because it was a pain I suffered the moment I was aiming for someone.

The imprint was such a brutal contract. When witnessing the owner's danger,
the threat of the victim was even paralyzed.

If the owner dies in front of his/her eyes, the sense of loss acts as a very
terrible trauma.

It's a rare case, but there's also a homunculus that goes berserk.

'Am I one of those types.’

I laughed at them for being unusual, and I can't believe it's him. It's funny how
you look funny.

"That's not what's important.

There is a fact that I learned from today's work. The ability of a dragon to
meddle in the mind allows it to find the imprint.

And I don't know if it's the case of Galamut Bay or other dragons, but it's
highly likely that Michael calls himself the "King of the Homunculus"

and considers himself a natural enemy among the natural enemies.

"Certainly, this emperor's battle will take place in order to secure Ma

Jeonggwang."

Then my presence could endanger her."

There is an easy way to eliminate the risk factor. If Eve and Michael cancel
the imprint contract, that's all.

But…….

Michael grabbed a handful of sleeping Eve's limeblond hair. And bring it to

the edge of your mouth.

Whispered.

"My empress..."

There's something I don't want to give up.

In that case, it was only protected.

Chapter 15. The answer from the forest.

The success of Luciard's bathing business led to the success of Eve's bathing
supply business.

Thanks to this, huge funds have been secured, making the house more
affordable, and social and political activities more affordable.

'Now I'm a rich wench.’

When it's enough, you're my subordinate.

a law to be given to

Eve handed the family members one velvet pocket with heavy gold coins.

"Thank you for following me so well. I hope you continue to play your roles
as you do now."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

There was one more present I prepared.

"Well, in celebration of our success, we're going to leave early today and
tomorrow we're going to

I'm on vacation. Take a good rest and get back to work the day after
tomorrow."

Lian, Fioni and Hugh each returned to their homes, delighted.

Sedella remained in the compound, watching them with warm eyes. This is
because there was no town house because the writer Arpel Baek, who had
only a title left, failed to advance to the Imperial Island.

"Hmm, Sedella."

Eve called her with a cough.

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Sedella, go to this address."

"This is…… one of the luxury townhouses you were considering investing
in.

I just heard that the broker has found a new owner."

"Yes, so please go and see me. The people who come to meet you will tell
you what to do."

"Yes, sir."

Cedella is curious about the ambiguous errand, but she's nice.

I answered.

"Sedella, I have it for you.’

In fact, Eve had bought a luxury townhouse in the southern part of the Labello
River a few days ago and had two maids employed for half a year.
The whole process was handled perfectly with the help of Alven.

The townhouse will be perfectly prepared to go and rest right away.

You'll like it, right?

Eve became proud just to imagine Sedella would be surprised and delighted.

"Then I'll be back."

"Yes. Take your time and get some rest."

I waved my hand to see Cedella off.

After sending all the users, only Eve and Michael remained at the place.

Michael could not be given a gift like a gold coin bag.

This is because Homunclus, a member of the Imperial Guard, is not

recognized as private property.

"If a private family is established in a pioneering district, private property

will be recognized naturally from then on.’

Right now, it was impossible to give Michael something of property value,

such as gold coins and jewels.

But there have always been exceptions.

If the article was worth writing, it could be given no matter how much money
it had.

It was a good way to give useful gifts and even give expedient gifts.

"Michael, come to the Oval Office. I have something for Michael, too.”

Eve took a jewelry box out of the magic safe.

Inside it were two magic stones from the auction house.

"Nightray, can you give me a minute?"

"Here you go."

The mysterious magic stone, which alternates red and blue, is mounted on the
hilt, and the clean magic stone reminiscent of diamonds is mounted on the
search.

Eve returned the sword and explained.

"I've been thinking, Michael with the sword is the strongest, so I don't really
need a magic stone. So I chose something that Michael would like."

"What do you think I' I wonder what kind of magic stone it is it?"

Eve answered back playfully.

"Warm magic."

It was a magical stone that controls the body temperature of the person
holding the sword by emitting heat and cold depending on the situation.

"Well, I like it.”

"Huh? Really? I thought you'd be disappointed with the level of living

magic."

"It's a tribute to the Empress. How dare you have such an idea."

I'm not joking or empty-handed, Michael really thinks that the magic stone
works.

I liked it.

Every time I held the sword, I felt like I was reminded of the warmth she had
given away in her first meeting with Eve.

Eve was a little taken aback by Michael's serious response and went back to
the explanation.
"In fact, what I really wanted to give you was a magic stone mounted on a
sword."

"It's odd that it's not a sword, it's a sword.”

"Yeah, it's a magic stone. So it's not a sword, it's a sword.

I thought it would be good.”

"Ahhhhh."

Only then did Michael understand Eve's intentions.

Eve was to prepare for the situation in which Michael would not be able to
pull out his sword, as he did last time.

What she chose was the so-called Aegis, a top-tier boundary magic stone.

It was an elaborate selection for Michael, who was vulnerable to defensive

barriers.

All

"The Imperial people can claim that they used the sword just by operating the
Hilt's magic stone. But if you activate the magic stone of the search, you
won't find any fault with that."

"Similarly, it will be useful.”

"I hope there's nothing to use."

The Aegis magic stone also had an additional function to match the word

"superior."

"When Michael is defenseless, Aegis will open up its own boundaries and
stop him. Not every time.

Only when the Mana Stone is full of mana."

"That would be a great treasure, can I offer you this?"

"Of course. Who else would I give it to if it wasn't Michael?”

"I am grateful for her grace."

Eve was proud to see Michael with examples.

Eve was pleased to be able to give Michael a precious gift.

I wanted to give him something good in the future for being his direct knight.

Michael, who put the Knightray back on his waist, said.

"My empress seems to be doing something special today and tomorrow,

given that she's been given a leave of absence.”

"You're quick-witted, Michael."

"Where can I take you? Is it the black market?"

"Well, I'd love to go, but there's...

Next time. I'm going to meet a very important person today.”

"Who's that?"

Eve replied with a smile.

"The wise man of the family tree forest. He's my alchemy teacher."

Episode 70

The spruce forest, where Eve's teacher is hiding, was an area of the Illimone
Forest, northeast of Hadelamide.

Naturally, it was necessary to travel long distances that were not comparable
to overseas trips to Hwangdo Island. Eve and Michael used the Imperial
Palace's ultra-long warp portal.
The Wharf Portal will take you outside to another location.

I can't. I rode the magic plane again, I rode the carriage.

After two such transfers, Eve and Michael were able to reach the Illimone
Forest.

By then, the sun was already leaning westward. Michael expressed concern
about entering the forest at night, but Eve bravely took the lead.

"There's a medium-range warp portal. It's okay because you can move right
to your teacher's cabin.”

"Is the Intermediate Wharf Portal far from here?"

"It's not far away, but it's hidden away from the road.”

Eve made her way through the forest, which was no road. There was no harm
to grass or branches because I used it like an umbrella.

Michael kept an eye on such Eve as he followed.

"You look familiar.”

"When I was a kid, I came here for a month in summer and winter, and I got
alchemy.

It was. I used to go there often, so I'm as used to going from the palace to the
palace."

"How did you end up with a wise man as your teacher? Aren't the Imperial
family taught by the Alchemist of the Imperial Alchemy Association?"

"My teacher used to be my mother's teacher. The priest's kite was cut off
when he entered the palace as Empress 6.…. My mother left a will on her
death that she wanted to leave my alchemy education to her teacher. My
father gave me permission, and my teacher gave me permission.

"Thanks to the acceptance of Donna, I was able to learn from you."

"……I asked you a good question. I'm sorry to make you tell me what
happened."

"No, it's all right, ask me anything else you want to know."

Michael squeezed out questions to turn the subject around.

"Well, your teacher must be very old.”

"Yes, but apparently, it's complete.

He's young. I heard that if you join the ranks of wise men, your flesh will
hardly grow old."

Youth came as a reward if you peaked in the field of dealing with manna.

Not only alchemy and magic, but also sword handling.

Of course, it wasn't common to see one in 100 years because they were great
beings.

But homoon kluss, the human being who was created, doesn't need to peak.

Admittedly, the aging was slow by nature.

"Come to think of it, Michael doesn't age well either."

"Maybe."

If you don't reach the level of a wise man or a Grand Sword Master, you
won't be able to completely pass the years.

If that happens, it was a step to be pushed by young homuncloos, readjusted

to intermediate or lower grades, and to end their lives early.

So the lifespan of the homunculus was unknown.

"It will be different if my empress is in power.’

Around that time, I found a medium-range warp portal hidden between the
bushes.

Pieces of stone scattered on the floor rose into the air in response to Eve's
magic, creating a round gate.

"Let's go in."

We finally reached our destination beyond space.

a spruce forest with red flowers

There was a two-story log cabin in the middle. I knocked on the gate after
passing through a thick field of weeds.

"Isn't he there?"

There was no response as if he was on the run.

Eve was allowed to enter the log cabin, just as she was allowed to use the
medium-range warp portal.

Dalkak.

I opened the wooden door and went in. Then the guardian golem, formed in
the form of a small winged snake, greeted Eve and Michael.

"Hello, Wooro."

Get it, get it.

The guardian golem shook his tongue and rubbed his head against Eve's hand.

Usually snakes are considered gross, but they have been popular among
alchemists. Because it was a symbol of alchemy.

Michael, who followed Eve, put a cage from the Imperial Palace on the
table. In the cage, Eve took out with Alven's help.
There was a golem 'tail' in the spin.

Michael looked around.

The two-story log cabin looked exactly like the Alchemist's house in a fairy
tale.

The walls were full of books, the ceiling was lined with dried materials, and
various magic tools were shining softly everywhere like lighting.

It was a mysterious and beautiful place. However, the only flaw is that the
book and the materials were scattered here and there, making it very dirty.

Eve coughed.

"What kind of dust is this...…

I felt it from the time I saw the weeds in the flower bed. The house was a
mess, as if it hadn't been maintained for at least a month.

Eve rolled up her sleeves.

"I need to clean up. Michael, stay there for a second.”

"The empress cleans herself?"

"You were a disciple. It's basic."

Of course, there was no direct use of the body. This is because it was the
house of the great wise man and was maintained by state-of-the-art alchemy
and magic.

It activated an air purifying magic stone and activated a large ladybug-like

cleaning golem.

The books piled up on the floor were cleared by Eve herself by magic.

Dozens of books rose to the air temporarily and stuck in empty bookshelves.
Mika, who's always been calm.

L was very surprised at the appearance.

"Hwangnyeo, what did you just do?"

"Huh, it's a bookcase. I used floating magic and memory magic to locate him.
It's nothing."

"No, it's nothing."

Michael was adamant in his denial.

"Isn't it the exact calculation of the positions and orbits of several objects in
that short period of time? Multi-coordinate calculations, pretty simple.

It's impossible without space perception."

"He, is he?"

It's a life magic that I studied because I didn't want to move my body, and I
was praised by Michael.

"Coordinate calculations are the most important in the family of distant attack
magic. She may have a natural talent for it."

"I'm not very good at combative magic.”

"No way, I'm gonna make things for you to fight for.

It's my job not to. I don't think we need to think too much."

Neither Eve nor Michael was very motivated to blossom hidden talents. They
quickly put aside the subject.

Eve took Michael to show him around the inside of the whole tree house.

"That's a lot of golem.”

"My mother made it. My mother was a golem alchemist."

Michael is rushing to the subject again.

I felt the need to reel.

"It just so happens that you don't know her major in magic and alchemy.

What kind of alchemy did she major in?"

"I'm kind of like a golem."

"Similar?"

"Well, you'd better look at it and explain it. Follow me. I'll show you around
my room.”

I went up the stairs to the second floor. The room where I entered smelled of
wood and herbs.

However, it was the anatomy of the human body that was filled with walls in
contrast to the soothing scent.

The realistic human and organ models were also decorated every corner.

Michael, who looked through this, suddenly asked.

"Human alchemy? Are you preparing to rebel, my empress?"

Human ductility was another name for forbidden alchemy, homunclus

creation.

Homunclus creation was the exclusive authority of Emperor Hadelamide, so

if anyone does Homunclus research, it becomes treason.

Eve, of course, was stunned and denied it.

"Oh, no, no! I don't do anything soft. I'm just doing research on golemming an
organ to replace it.”
"Replace organs?"

"Look at this."

Eve is protected by magic.

showed the glass dome. Inside it was a silver-gray organ beating with a
throbbing sound. It was a heart made by Golem alchemy.

"Heart disease is the number one cause of death among the new people. But
it's hard to solve with magic treatment and herbal treatment alone. That's why
I'm working on an alternative organ to transplant instead of the original
heart."

It was a goal I had in my days when I didn't want the crown. Eve's eyes.

It got a little bit bitter.

"I'm going to hand over the cardiac golem study to the Imperial Alchemy
Association later. I couldn't handle it by myself because it cost a lot of
research, but I'll be fine if I give it to the association."

Just in time, Michael saw a note that Eve seemed to have written down the
ingredients a long time ago.

Even Michael, who is not familiar with alchemy, almost felt expensive just
by hearing his name. Among them, there were even things you couldn't get for
money like Maryong's core.

Eve then changed the mood and said.

"I'm going to have to work on my tail while I'm at my lab.”

"What are you trying to do?”

"I'm going to make Suho Golem.”

Guardian golem meant a golem where alchemists acted as pets, playing a

simple role of contact or memory storage.
The palace watch golem was all a variation of the guardian golem.

"to use as a liaison between me and Michael."

"I see."

The guardian golem was also a safety device like the Aegis magic stone
mounted on the sword. It is to prepare Michael for danger in the absence of
Eve.

"Michael, can you bring me a cage with a tail?"

"Okay."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 71

Eve prepared an alchemy while Michael was on the first floor.

First, the alchemy furnace was taken out and softened with magic ink on the
floor and lid. And I started to boil various ingredients in the brazier while
looking at the recipe.

"200g of golem ductile clay, 25g of duck harcon, 100ml of distilled water, 5g
of Morpho wing powder, 5carats of pumpkin, two jasmine flower wine, six
dried rose petals, 2g of eucalyptus, 10cm2 of silk, 90cm of golden thread,
two lemon flavored candies, three drops of honey wine, and three of bee
tea."…

Eve pulled surveillance out of the cage for important materials.

Airborne and Elem

"Tail, you're gonna be born again.

Yay." Time Eve put the watch golem whole inside the boiling furnace.

I could hear a "quack" sound. I didn't actually hear anything.

Eve pulled out another strand of her hair, and reached out to Michael.

"One Michael."

"Here you go."

Lime blonde and black hair went into the brazier one by one.

"Self, now put the lid on the brazier and activate the alchemy...…

Pods!

There was a flash in the room and a flash burst. Michael, who has been
watching Eve use alchemy with interest, asked.

"Is it over?"

"Not yet. I need to mature.”

Eve took the orgel from the cabinet and operated it. The melody of a famous
tune came out.

"There's nothing like music to contain oneself."

Eve moved the brazier to a moonlit window.

"Tomorrow morning, there will be a beautiful and cute guardian golem.

"What shape did they make it? Is that a snake?"

"That's what most alchemists like. My personal guardian golem would have
made it, but I did something else suitable because it was a guardian golem
for Michael."

"I'm curious."

"You have wings so that you can get in touch quickly, small so that you don't
mess around, pretty enough to look bad, and moderately insignificant so that
no one cares."
"Ah, I see."

Eve's riddle was answered right away by Michael.

"It's a butterfly."

"Correct."

Nodding, Eve placed Michael on an important mission.

"I'm going to need a new name because my tail is going to be gone. Michael
will make it pretty tomorrow."

It was late at night. After a late dinner, the wise man of the spruce forest did
not return until a long time later.

"You must have gone a long way. I have something to ask you. I hope you
come back tomorrow."

While waiting, I unintentionally picked a lot of magic herbs while clearing

weeds with the recently learned gardening magic. As expected, the

plants growing in the flower bed of the wise man were different no matter
what.

After cleaning the herbs, Eve and Michael stayed in a log cabin and prepared
to go.

Eve showed Michael to the guest attic.

"Good night, Michael."

"Have a peaceful night, my empress."

Eve went into the side room of the lab and slept.
Having traveled long distances, Eve quickly fell asleep. And I had a special
dream.

"Huh."

Eve was sitting on the roof of the log cabin looking at the aurora.

There can be no beautiful curtain-like aurora hanging from God's bedroom

outside the poles.

She quickly realized that it was a dream and her mind was clear, but she
couldn't get out of it.

"You must be a teacher."

"You've got a better feeling than before, Jeja."

A woman appeared next to Eve with an answering voice. She was the wise
man of the spruce forest, covering her face with a Suri owl mask.

"Long time no see, Master. I've missed you.”

"Yes, it's been a long time."

It's been a long time since Eve came back from her last life.

While feeling a bad feeling, Eve suddenly realized that it was murky and
asked.

"But why are you meeting me in your dreams? I wanted to see you in person."

"I've used a lot of strength to come to the crescent lake. So I was forced to
borrow the form of a dream."

"What? Care?"

It never happened in my last life. Eve's eyes shook.

The wise man laughed and turned the subject around.

"So, what have you been wondering about?"

The opponent is a wise man. Eve asked a question without hesitation.

"Oh, well, I actually went back and I was wondering what happened."

"Well, that's a great story to tell."

Eve added, anxious that the wise man would take it as a joke.

"It's real, Master. I lived to be 25 years old and died, and I came back 17
years old. It's been about a month and a half since I came back.

Believe me."

"Don't worry. You already know."

"What, do you know?”

"Yeah."

Indeed, the great wise man who defended the truth of alchemy was different.

Eve was deeply pleased to be able to omit the detailed explanation and
persuasion process.

"So do you know what's going on here.

"Of course."

Eve's amber eyes glowed. The wise man hesitated as if he were in a bit of
trouble.

"It's going to leak."

"Well, then answer my question.

It hurts your master to do so.

It's like the law of the world.

Punished for violating or taboo.

Dana ••••••

"Not really."

"Sure?"

"It's a shame to just let you know for nothing."

" You're still mischievous, S.

Monk."

"So let's ask 20 questions, Jeja?"

"I don't like that kind of stuff."

"Then there's nothing I can do."

The wise man erased his mischievous air.

Even though his face was covered by a mask, the atmosphere changed enough
for Eve to know.

"Because of the power of grand alchemy and cannabis, someone performed a

regression ceremony."

"As expected."

So far it was expected.

"Who did such a great job?"

"Don't you think you've become the axis of regression?"

"What?"
I thought it was just a regression, but it was a ritual that set Eve as her axis
from the beginning?

It was the moment Eve opened her eyes round. The wise man gave the
answer.

"I love you the most."

MIW

That was an unexpected answer. Eve gasped in with a shocked face.

Soon Eve's eyes looking up at the wise man became moist.

"I can't believe he loves me the most."…then……

"You're a teacher, aren't you? Alas, that's why your teacher used a lot of
strength to take care of you. Oh, teacher. I don't even know...…

Patting Eve on the back, the wise man scored without a fever.

"Half right."

"Why?"

"I mean, it's not just one person."

" Uh-huh••••••

Eve stopped crying and looked suspicious.

"There's no one who sticks at all right.”

"Think about it."

"Is that Cedelan?”

"He's too ordinary to be true."

"Then there really isn't."

"Whoo... .. frustrating."

Sighs poured out of the wise man's mouth.

The disciple was nowhere near the answer. It was a good choice not to ask
20 questions.

A less wise man began to give hints in the form of questions.

"The regression ritual is the hemp law and the grand pension art. That's why
there's a huge manna and a huge price to pay. What offering would satisfy this
condition?"

"The Stone of the Wise……?”

"Well done."

"Did you get it right?"

The stone of a wise man was used in the regression ceremony.

Eve was even more surprised when she was confirmed to be half-hearted.

The wise man continued the question.

"Then think about it. Who has the power to use the stones of a wise man?"

"That is, of course, the Emperor of the Empire."

"This is the last question. Who was the last emperor you saw?"

Eve could not answer immediately.

The amber eyes shook mercilessly.

It wasn't until a long time later that Eve replied in a voice bordering on
recitation.
"Michaelis Agnito...…

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 72

Around the same time, Michael was dreaming, too.

Like Eve, the place where he met the wise man of the spruce forest was on a
roof with an aurora visible.

Having a good sense, he noticed that he was not dreaming a normal dream
sooner than Eve.

"When invited, show yourself."

"Oh, no, don't be wary. I just wanted you to appreciate the aurora made with
all your heart and soul."

The wise man emerged as Michael demanded. However, it was natural that
Suri Owl's first impression of a person covering his face with a mask was
not very reliable. Michael did not let his guard down.

The wise man calmly said something that would be his introduction.

"One of my roles is to answer valuable questions. I thought you had

something to ask me, so I invited you to my dream. The question was asked in
private, so the disciple was not called with him."

The word "disciple" has become a sure sign of identity.

"The wise man of the family tree forest...…?”

"Yes, sir.

Only then did Michael lift his guard and change his attitude. With an apology
for his rudeness, he greeted him with formal courtesy.
"Excuse me. I'm Michaelis Agnito, your immediate engineer. I see the wise
man of the spruce forest."

Then the wise man answered.

"The King of Homunculus does not need to give me an example."

The exact same words came out as Galamut's ideology did. Michael raised
his head like a sore thumb.

"You must have thought of something to ask me."

The wise man really reacted like a man who knew everything.

Michael asked a serious question.

"Why do you call me that?"

"I am born with the ability to command all the homunculus, and I should not
be called king."

"You rule all the homuncloos? Isn't that possible for the Emperor?"

"It's not like the Emperor's coercive brainwashing or restraint. An ability that
you are born with but have yet to produce. If you wake up to it, the
homuncloos will follow your orders before the imperial family. You will
also build a bond with your own people.”

"Homunclus, who took an oath of allegiance and imprinted consciousness?"

"Of course.

The king's power is binding beyond imprinting."

Michael's eyes were filled with a confused light. In response, the wise man
said as if he had nailed it.

"You are a natural ruler. The thoughts of the homuncloos were finally born
after 300 years of aspiration."
"I don't believe it."

"Didn't you ever know that you were special? You could deny the Emperor's
loyalty and imprint. for no reason

It's not like that."

While protecting Michael's will, he learned the secrets of his constitution that
made his life more painful and miserable.

Michael is lost in thought.

"As the wise man said, in the future, all homunclus will be freed from the
imperial family.’

It was a fatal event for the Hadelamid Empire, which has so far exploited the
labor and combat power of the Homunclus to enjoy a rich army.

Conversely, it was a golden opportunity for Homunculus.

If he was in a public prison, he would have planned treason.

But now Michael had Eve. His accident revolved very naturally around her.

"It's like all the homuncluses being reorganized under me. Then isn't it an
ability to help the empress?'

Dominance over Homunculus is the most demanding quality of Hadelamide's

emperor.

Then Michael, the king of Homunculus, was able to empower Eve in its own
right.

'The empress wants me more.’

The moment Michael thought so far, he felt thrilled.

Michael, who realized his condition, swallowed a smile inside.

By all accounts, he was not the king's vessel.

"The title of king doesn't suit me. I'm not the one who's responsible for
homunculus."

"You don't have to be skeptical of yourself already. If you have power, you
will find yourself worthy of it.”

"How can you be so sure?"

"Even in your previous life, you did not want to be king, but you eventually
became king and freed your people."

In addition to the word king of Homunculus, there was another word that
surprised Michael.

"Previous life? You mean the past life?"

"No, not in my previous life. It's literally my previous life."

The wise man immediately explained.

"Although you may not remember, this is your second life."

"Second life? Do you mean you're living the same life twice?"

"Yes, sir.

"How is that possible?"

"Because someone couldn't stand the loss of a precious person and held a
regression ceremony."

It was then that Michael, who had been listening seriously, reacted bitterly.

"You're a very foolish man. Changing the fate of the world to change a
person's life or death. It's only when the wrong ones are gone.

It's a miracle.”
"……I'm sorry, but is there a problem for the wise man to hear?"

"Hmm, no…"…

The wise man could not bear to say that the former was him, but that the
client was Michael.

The wise man asked.

"Have you ever heard of the King of Homunculus from anyone other than
me?"

"I heard from Galamut's ideology on Galapagon Island."

"Alas, there's a limit to miraculous cannabis and grand alchemy for a road-
class dragon. The body may return, but the mind may inherit its previous
life."

"What I met wasn't a body, it was an ideology."

"Thinking bodies are the essence of the mind. In addition, the ideologue has
met you in your last life, so it's easier to recognize you."

In his last life, Michael participated in the Masu Hunting Contest as Rosenit's
direct driver.

At that time, he awakened the power of the king and was much stronger than
now, so he quietly pulverized his ideology.

Thanks to this, things didn't get big and passed so quietly that it didn't even
remain in Eve's memory.

"In short, only the Lord-class Dragon recognizes me and considers me the
number one target to be removed.’

Of course, it was not good news to attack only the strongest maryong, but it
was still better than all maryongs.

Then Michael asked a keen question.

"Is the wise man recognizing me thanks to his high spiritual attainment that
enabled him to inherit his memory?"

"That's right."

In fact, it was more because he was involved in the regression ceremony, but
the wise man did not reveal the truth.

Around that time, Michael had dark thoughts in his head.

'If someone came back...…he will know the future. It would be a big deal if a
man of the same ability as a prophet becomes hostile to the empress.

Worst of all, I might try to make a comeback again.’

Michael's eyes flashed the light of life for an instant.

"Who has administered regression magic?"

"What are you going to do on your own?"

The opponent is a wise man. He chose to answer honestly.

"I'll kill you."

"You know the future and you can turn it around. Presence, or possibility
itself, is a threat."

"Who dares to pose a threat to you?"

"I'm not worried about the threat that's coming to me. I'm worried that I'll
stand in the way of her cause."

"So for my disciple?"

"Yes."

Michael's sincerity reassured the wise man.

But it was still difficult to answer the question.

The most precious thing to a wise man is Eve, his disciple.

She, her teacher, couldn't reveal what her student still kept secret.

The wise man avoided giving a direct answer.

"The answer to that question is, you'll find out when you regain the memory
of your previous life.”

"Is that possible?"

It wasn't a bad story for Michael either. This is because it was a way to find
out who the time regressor was while also being able to become a time
regressor.

The wise man nodded.

"You are the king of Homunculus. Mentally, I'm closer to a road-class dragon
than to a human being. If you awaken your strength, you will be able to
release your mind-bound regression spell."

"Aren't I already awakened as a king when I returned from my previous life?

I couldn't remember."

"That's why I described it as being close, not the same."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Wake up the power of the king."

"Is that all? So it's no different from the last life, isn't it?

The wise man explained with a smile under the mask.

"Cronus, the time of man, and Cairo, the time of the world, are different.
One life is a cycle for humans, but the world only ends a cycle when tens of
millions of lives come together. If you awaken as a king not only in your past
life but also in this life, you will have two great causes in world time. So
wouldn't it be much different from the past?"

"You mean causality. I think I know a little bit."

Now there is a question of how to awaken the power of the king.

Michael wanted to ask that too, but it was quick for the wise man to get up
first.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 73

"I'm going to break up with you. I don't have time, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course."

"Please pass this on to my disciple."

A wise man took a roll of parchment from his arms and handed it over.

"Is it scrolling?"

"Yes, it's a scroll to teach magic. I thought I'd teach myself some self-
defense."

"Is it self-defense...…

Michael slurred his words.

Self-defense is, after all, a kind of battle.

He couldn't bear to say that it would be difficult because he had no talent for
combat magic, poor reflexes, and poor physical strength.

The wise man smiled as if he had looked into his head.

"I am most aware of my disciple's achievements. So I created a whole
workshop magic based on bounding magic."

"Are you saying that it's a magic of boundaries that simultaneously attacks
and defences?"

"Yes, I think you're interested

"Yes, honestly."

"Unfortunately, this magic can only be learned by my pupil. I need to have a

good spatial perception ability to do multi-coordinate calculations."

Michael was amazed. The wise man had long seen Eve's talent, which he had
discovered and noticed today.

"Maybe the bookshelf arrangement was also ordered to sharpen and polish
the multi-coordinate computing power."

It seemed to be quite a reasonable doubt.

Around that time, the wise man's body turned transparent to see if there was
really no time.

"Then look after me, King of Homunclus."

I had a feeling that asking for a favor wasn't all about scrolling.

Michael is deeply acquiescent.

I saw off a wise man with something.

Michael opened his eyes. A dim light shone into the attic. It seemed to be the
first dawn.

Michael looked in his hand, recalling last night's vivid dream. There was a
scroll of parchment that the wise man entrusted to him.
Around that time, gold was shining in front of my eyes. As he sat up with his
upper body up, his colorful wings hovered in front of Elle's eyes.

When I held out my finger, I sat on it gently as if I had waited.

"You're the guardian golem.”

Flapping.

Butterflies rose in the air again and circled like dancing. It was when
Michael thought he looked excited for some reason. Golden dust fell off the
butterfly's wings.

"It's pretty, but it stands out too much.”

Flapping!

As if to understand Michael, the butterfly paused and gently changed its

wings. After that, the powder didn't fall off.

Michael took a look at the butterfly.

"That's very fancy.”

Half the size of the palm of the hand, this guardian golem was modeled after
the Morpho butterfly, which is famous for its colorful and beautiful features.

The color of the wings alternated between golden and amber depending on
the angle of light. It opened Eve's eyes in the sun to Michael.

"Let's go with Amber. Your name."

Butterfly dropped the powder off the wings again as if to his liking. The
powder quickly disappeared into the air, as if it were not real but close to
fantasy.

Then I felt a small sign outside the window. Michael approached the window
with Amber on his shoulder.
"Hwangnyeo?"

Eve's back was seen standing blankly in the weed flower bed.

It would be suspicious to be out in pajamas from early dawn, and even after
a long time, there was no movement. Would it be too late for Michael to pick
up the pieces?

How long have you been with me? Didn't I notice because of the wise man's
dream?’

Although it is definitely spring, it would not be good to be in the early

morning breeze and dawn dew in pajamas in the valley.

Michael felt a sense of crisis, especially since humans are vulnerable and
Hwangnyeo is physically low stamina.

He immediately picked up the robe and jumped out of the attic window on
the third floor.

The landing was as sleek as a yellow-eyed beast.

Michael approached Eve, deliberately making a gesture.

But what the hell was so deep in his thoughts, or if he fell asleep standing up,
Eve never noticed anyone approaching.

Even after the robe hung over his shoulder, he stared blankly into the air for a
long time.

"The Empress."

"The Empress."

"Your Majesty?"

Feeling overwhelmed, Michael decided to try a new one.

"Eve."
"Oh, my God, Michael!"

It worked well. Eve came to her senses only then, startled.

"Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Just to get up early and take a walk..."…

Then Michael found important evidence. Eve's eyes were red and her eyelids
were a little dry.

"You've been up all night."

Michael's eyes flashed a light of concern.

"Hwangnyeo, what's the matter with you?"

"It's not like that...…

Eve slurred, avoiding her gaze in the other direction.

I know this reaction is not like myself as usual, and I know it makes Michael
more suspicious, but I couldn't help it.

Eve is now in a state of embarrassment to even meet Michael's eyes.

'Oh, oh, no, Michael liked me?!’

Michael was the one who gave him a second life, and the reason was love.

It was hard to believe, but how dare you doubt it profanely when it is the
words of your teacher and great wise man.

Michael himself didn't testify, either.

When Homunclus calls a pet name that the imperial family didn't approve of,
it means he wants to sleep.
'What the hell are you looking at me...…when did I...…Ah, let's stop
thinking. You have to stop thinking!’

Eve tried desperately to regain her composure.

It's a feeling that's been reset after returning anyway.

So Michael in the last life and Michael in this life are two different people.

I tried to make a reason and send the word love away from my head.

Of course it didn't work.

"Oh, my God! Right now, I'm not sure I can treat Michael as usual!’

This agony borders on anguish.

Eve covered her red face with her hands, swept it down, and could not stand
still for a moment.

And Michael was quietly watching Eve like that.

At that time, Amber, who was sitting somewhat on Michael's shoulder,

circled around Eve.

Perhaps his attachment to the creator was special, but he had more golden
dust falling from his wings than when he met Michael.

"Oh, it's a guardian golem."

It was not until Amber was discovered that Eve could escape from anguish
for a while.

"You were born early.”

"My wings are amber, so I'm going to call them Amber."

"Amber, that's a pretty name.

Eve explained with a smile, looking at the endless golden powder.

"As you can see, if you feel good, you're a kid who's running out of golden
powder."

"I see. What about when you feel bad?"

"The black powder will fall off.”

"It's good to know.”

Amber sat on Eve's head. It looked like a beautiful headdress.

Michael changed the subject.

"There's something I need to report, mister."

"Your teacher came to my dream."

"Michael met his teacher, too."

Eve's eyes shook slightly at the moment.

I wondered if Michael had heard the same story he had heard.

"Michael, who loves me and is told that he has turned back time by offering
me a wise man's stone (half of it)."

Just imagining it made me feel faint.

Michael also confirmed Eve's deterioration and decided to take care of

important matters.

"There is something the wise man of the family tree asked you to deliver."

"Huh? What is it?"

" This is...

Michael explained by handing over a roll of fine parchment paper.

"It's a magic scroll."

"Scroll? My teacher is very good at magic, but it's rare that he teaches me
magic."

"I've heard that it's an all-in-one system. It'd be nice to learn it on credit."

Michael also added advice.

"The training is recommended later. It's dangerous to deal with Manna when
you're mentally unstable.”

"Well, yeah."

Eve was embarrassed to see if it was so obvious that she was in bad shape.

"You must have met your master through your dreams.”

«o"

Hm.

"Did you solve something you have to ask?”

"Yes, I've got it all figured out. Let's go to the palace when it's dawn...…oh,
it's already bright."

Eve, who unintentionally showed an unexpected appearance, laughed

awkwardly.

Michael didn't ask Eve what she was worried about.

Instead, she gave the robe a tighter opening.

"The air is chilly at dawn. We'd better go inside now."

"Yes, I understand."
Eve and Michael walked into the house together.

Amber followed after them, scattering the powder.

After a while, smoke began to rise from the chimney of the log cabin.

May spruce forest, white dawn sky, and a log cabin where the empress and
knight prepare breakfast.

It was a scene as beautiful as a fairy tale that was completed promising

happiness.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 74

Chapter 16. Who is Eve Chloe?

Windproof forest on the north outskirts of the Imperial Palace.

The site, which is named for its wind protection, is reminiscent of a dense
forest.

It was not preferred as a walking course, so people should not be seen in the
shadows in ordinary times.

However, there has been a steady stream of visitors in recent days.

"Whoa."

Eve took a deep breath in the slanted open space between the zelkova trees.

As she concentrated, the mana in her mana core changed the flow.

After a while, she opened her amber eyes.

Swirl!

Eve's manna is shaped into hundreds of silver threads.

It stretched out as fast as light and took control of a space 10 meters in
diameter.

A teacher who was sharp enough to cut himself by just passing by surrounded
the area.

If you don't move, you don't harm, but as soon as you move, you become a
sharp sword and cut the target.

This was the magic of the whole battle called "Arakne of Silver Slaughter,"
which was passed on by the wise man of spruce tree forest.

"What a fraudulent skill. For a fearless opponent, it's like a lethal attack. But
it's treated as a magic of boundaries, so the watch golem just lets it go."

Michael, who was watching, commented.

He was standing right in front of the area where the silver-haired Arachne
had been invoked.

His/her body was showing off a threatening silver lining passing by.

Only then was Eve surprised to notice the approach.

"Michael, when were you close? Dangerously."

"Hwangnyeo's control is accurate. I don't think it's dangerous to go into

territory now."

"Sound of trouble. I don't want to lose Michael."

Eve reacted with a serious look.

I remembered the first time I tried silver-sal Arachne.

A murderous teacher sprawled out into a 50-meter-diameter space. It was no

fuss about cutting down trees and stones around it.

It was a good thing we had our first try in the Illimone Forest.
No matter how much the battle was, it was clear that the watch golem would
have flocked if the imperial palace had spent so many months.

At that time, Michael would have been seriously injured if it wasn't for the
advanced barrier magic stone Eve gave him.

Regardless of Michael's ability, it was an attack on Eve, the imprint, so he

couldn't resist.

"But it's kind of weird. No matter how hard you imprint it, you're in danger of
your life. How can you be so defenseless?"

"There is a prohibition on consciousness not to resist attacks through

contact."

It was also because Elijah couldn't avoid Bridgette's hand-picking the other
day and had to be beaten still.

Eve looked even more incomprehensible after hearing the explanation.

"Criteria is contact? That doesn't make any sense. I didn't swing it with my
hands like a weapon, but the teacher is spread out away from me. Why is
Michael so defenseless?”

"The boundaries are basically territorial magic. Those in the area were
determined to have come into contact with the vision.

All."

"That's an unusual decision."

"To put it simply, I'm in your arms, and if you crush me as I am, you have to
accept it."

It was such a romantic analogy. Eve unconsciously imagined Michael in her

arms and smirked.

"What am I imagining?"
It seemed to be the aftermath of learning the truth in the spruce forest a week
ago. Eve said, trying not to be aware of Michael.

"The magic you taught me for self-defense is the most dangerous thing for
Michael.”

"Come to think of it. Is she the most threatening thing to me?"

"This is a lot of trouble.”

Then Michael said, slightly mischievous with his eyes.

"I don't think it's going to be bad. It's like being crushed in the arms of an
empress. I just want you to hug me to the point where I don't die.”

Michael seemed determined to instill miscellaneous thoughts into Eve's head

today.

Why are you saying things that you haven't said in your last life?’

I know it was a joke, but it was difficult. Eve calms down cheeks that are
about to turn red and warns Michael.

Gave somebody.

"I've learned how to speak in a foster home.

Not at all right.

At the moment, Michael's face seemed to say, "That's not it," but Eve, who
pretended to be hot, didn't see it.

Michael suggested, as if to stir up the mood.

"In just a week, the training performance is great. Now it's better to train
against people."

"Against people?"
"It is human beings who are more likely to harm you than beasts.

That's also a man of the Imperial Palace."

"That's it. That's it."

Eve's face popped into her head by itself.

"If we want to beat them effectively, we need to narrow down more threads
to a very close distance. To the point where you feel like you've got a lot of
knives pointed at your neck.”

"Well, I've got a feeling what to do."

"Then all I have to do is practice.”

Michael, who spoke, narrowed the distance and approached Eve. It was
clear what the actions of the silver-haired Arakhneh meant.

"No, Michael can't defend in case of an emergency.”

"I have the Aegis you gave me. If you charge Manna, you have a chance to
fail. In addition, the silver-year-old Arachne is a draw for the empress.

You can't expose yourself to others."

You were right. Eve nodded reluctantly.

"Yes, I can do it well."

"That's a good mindset. I can't help but admire you as a servant.”

Even today, the two showed off their exemplary military relationship.

"That's it for today.”

After training, Eve, along with Michael, set her toes to the shelter.
The windbreak was at the north end, so it had to pass through many gardens
to the east star palace.

It was time for a yellow variety of roses to cross the blooming garden.

I ran into an unexpected person.

The immediate knights took the example first.

"I see you, Her Majesty the Seven."

"I see Your Highness, 8th Empress VIII."

It happened to be Rosenit and Sylvesterian who were taking a walk in the

garden.

"Hello, Eve."

Rosenite's greeting was rather stiff.

It was clear that Eve had lost the championship in the first round of hunting.

"Good afternoon, Rosie."

Eve was also soft in her tone, but her greetings were also stiff.

It was the first encounter since the spruce forest.

In fact, now Eve was feeling uncomfortable looking at Rosenite's face more
than the first day back.

Rosie, I know for sure why you poisoned me.

The truth told by the wise man of the spruce forest solved the question of
Rosenit perfectly.

You looked at me like a rival.

Eve was Michael's beloved opponent, so Rosenit could not bear it and
poisoned my sister with Belladona.

Rosenit, blinded by love, was indeed her reason.

After understanding, it was clear, but on the other hand, it was terribly
despondent. He even lost his life because of a passionate fight that took place
while he was not aware of it.

I felt so pathetic about my past life's tactless self.

But even if Eve was tactful, her last life was not so hopeful.

Even if he was lucky to survive, he had no choice but to live as Michael's

mistress trapped in the cage of the imperial palace. Eve was not a man who
could accept such a impoverished life.

'Michael is an attractive man, so I might have fallen in love with him.

But living on love is just miserable.’

In fact, this was a surprise if Michael of his last life heard it. Eve ■, who hit
the iron wall after seeing Michael when his charm as a man was more ripe,
was now giving him a generous score as if there was no way out of his
charm.

Even assuming the future of falling in love with Michael himself, Michael in
his last life would have no regrets if he died.

It was a life that would eventually lead to catastrophe in some way.’

After organizing his thoughts, Eve stifled her resentment and looked at
Rosenite.

"If this child remembers his past life, it's not fair to avenge the murder of
passion that hasn't happened yet. Besides, I have so much to do in this life. I
mean...

Eve advised Rosenite with a heart of desire.

'Rosie, I hope you don't love Michael.’

Eve tried to leave first because there was nothing else to exchange except
greetings. But then Rosenite came talking hastily.

"You must have been taking a walk, too. Did Lord Agneto take you to this
garden?"

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 75

It was a word of interest to Michael, pretending to be talking to Eve. At the

end of the conversation, Rosenite's gaze was also directed at Michael.

A little while ago, I didn't want Michael to flirt with me. Eve swallowed a
smile.

But I saw something funny. Michael pretended not to see Rosenit's eyes
toward him by peeling snow.

Naturally, he kept his mouth shut, pretending that the question was not up to
him either. Thanks to this, there was an awkward silence in the garden.

"Oh, Lord Agnito?"

It was not until Rosenite, who eventually became embarrassed, called that
Michael responded.

"Have you called, Her Majesty the Eighth."

"Will you not just answer my question?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd ask me, my immediate knight, because I thought
you'd have a chat."

Michael's words made Rosenite even more embarrassed because they

contained a point about the law.
Eve stepped out, holding back a burst of laughter.

"The Golden Heart (yellow rose breed) bloomed beautifully, so I wanted to

come here. We've had enough appreciation, so I'll go now. See you next time,
Rosie, Lord Millard."

"Yes, Her Majesty the Seven. Take a look."

Silvestian said goodbye instead of hardened Rosenit.

Eve and Michael walked slightly fast out of the garden.

Only the two were left in a quiet place. Michael opened his mouth with a bad
expression.

"I think I embarrassed her. I apologise for my inappropriate attitude as a

direct driver.”

"Ah, it's okay. But be careful with the other royal families. Especially in front
of Obama."

"Of course. I won't bother you any more because others are fine."

Eve asked back because there was a murky part of Michael's words.

"Are the other royal families all right? Does that mean you don't like Rosie
particularly.

"It's all right, talk comfortably.”

"……I reject the Eighth Empress. Beyond the Emperor."

Eve's eyes widened with surprise at Michael's confession.

Meanwhile, after speaking, Michael felt quite disturbed.

This is because I couldn't understand what the terrible rejection of the

disease was caused when I stood in front of Rosenit.
It was then. Eve and Michael, who were thinking about what's wrong with
Michael and what's wrong with me, had a thought that came to mind.

"No way, the unconsciousness of the past life?"

They were enlightened at the same time.

Eve thought.

'Michael seduced Rosie to the best of use. The emotions he would have felt
playing love and devotion would never have been good. Even Obama and
Rosie have asked Michael a lot of questions, testing his loyalty.’

The hatred accumulated over the years has been well explained. But
suddenly, one more reason came to Eve.

"Did Rosie's poisoning affect me, too?’

It seemed to be the case for some reason. If he turned back time for himself,
he believed that the man who killed him would unconsciously remember him.

Michael.

The depth of his feelings suddenly hit home. The pumpkin eyes are filled
with children's songs.

While Eve was lost in thought, Michael was looking for the right answer in
his own way.

"The wise man said my awakening was a great cause. I've already woken up
once in my last life. Although he/she did not build enough people to
remember his/her past life, it is clear that the remains of his/her emotions
remained.’

This extreme repulsion may be the message that the self of the past life leaves
to the self of this life.

"The Eighth Emperor must have been a terrible enemy to me.’

The Imperial Family and the Homunculus. The dirtiness seen in this extreme
top-down relationship was as if there was no bottom.

Michael tried to shake off the imagination. I stopped thinking about Rosenite
in just getting the perception of "enemy" deep into my head.

'By comparison, my empress...…

Michael's eyes captured Eve. Just like spring, the warm and fragrant
Hwangnyeo was also looking at Michael. I felt like I was looking at Michael
for a long time.

Michael noticed the amber eyes wobbling with fond light.

"Hwangnyeo?"

This is the first time I've ever received this kind of gaze. Michael asked,
holding back his heart-tightening sensation.

"Hwangnyeo, are you all right?"

"Huh? Why?"

"To make a strange face."

"Me?"

"……No, it's all right, now."

Michael swallowed the horse. I couldn't honestly say that it was a face that
was about to cry.

Fioni found Eve while taking care of the herb flower bed on the balcony and
greeted her. It just so happened that she had something to say.

"Your Grace, the plant you took from your last trip abroad.”

"What's wrong with you?”

"There's a bud.”

"Let's see."

Where Eve bent over, there was an unusually large potted plant.

At first glance, it was like a normal ornamental orchid. The unique thing was
that the buds were very large.

"It's not even a tree, but it's as big as a peony. I'm afraid I won't break the
flower bed."

"I want you to build a support just in case."

"Yes, but, Your Grace, what kind of plant is this?"

"Oh, this?"

Eve said with a smile.

"Make it."

"Gasp."

The name of the legendary bulbous plant came out. It was a terrifying plant
whose roots were human-shaped and screamed when plucked, and those who
heard the sound could die.

"Okay? So don't try it when there's no such thing as anger. I've set the
soundproofing in the pot, but just in case."

"Yes, yes! I'll keep that in mind.”

Eve also told me how to grow mandra while I was at it.

"The 3rd Empress is very interested in gardening. I'm going to give you this
as a gift to reward you for sending me as my user.”

"I see. I'll do my best to take care of it.

Leave it to me, Your Grace."

Fioni, Lian, and Hugh were originally attendants of the third empress,
Phyllinelli. Fioni looked grim as if he had recalled the strict character of
Phyllinelli.

Eve went into the office. Soon after, Sedella started reporting, preparing the
tea.

"The three families, Amelos, Luciard, and Yegrin, started their Pearl
business in earnest."

"Quick."

"Amelos is looking for a luxury market. ink and wax (a material used to seal
a letter with a seal). It is also called sealing wax.)We've chosen our flagship
product and we're working on our product line according to our concept."

"What was the concept decided on?”

"The birthstone line, the constellation line, and the seasonal line are currently
in production. We'll be open and selling as early as next week."

"There's nothing like a set to stimulate the desire for the small intestine. I
wish I had merit when I bought them all."

"I'll give you my opinion."

Sedella continued to report.

"Luciard has been informed that development of pearl pigments is almost

final. The first targets of construction are the public bathhouse, which has yet
to be opened, and the townhouse of Lucheard, which is scheduled to be built
in the near future."

"I'm a little worried. Public baths are where commoners usually go, and
Count Luciard is not an active socialite, so there are few occasions to invite
anyone to the townhouse. I don't think it's going to work for the aristocracy."

"Yes, that's why we're planning a separate promotional business."

"What is it?"

"Wagon painting. It is to transform the nobles' family wagons into pearl

pigments.”

"Whoa, what will it be. You're a great Countess, aren't you?

The wagon, a symbol of a moving family, was one of the elaborate

decorations of the aristocracy. It even has mobility, so it will be an effective
promotion.

Only one of the members of the Privy Council, who comes in and out of the
palace every morning and evening, appeared in a pearl-painted carriage,
which was sure to cause a stir in society.

Eve said, slurping the car.

"The Countess Yegrin's business must be slowest."

"Yes, the prototype has already been made, but we're careful because it
touches the human body. Still, we will be able to release the product before
the end of this social season. That's it for reporting."

"Yes, you did a great job, Sedella."

Eve said playfully, handing over an empty teacup.

"After hearing the report, I had a good idea. Why don't we leave the interior
to Count Dorciard of Cedela's house? I think it would be good to convert the
spare room into a bathroom. Leave the construction costs to me, of course."
"Well, Your Grace...

Sedella was embarrassed out of nowhere by the smart aide.

These days Eve has been very happy to watch Sedella, who is at a loss
whenever she talks about the house.

"It's my pleasure, Your Highness. I've already received a gift beyond my

means."

"You can't do that in a house already. I still have a lot to give you, so get used
to it."

"Your Highness...

And as she watched Eve, who seemed to be preparing for the surprise,
Sedella was lost in thought for a moment.

The day Eve gave the users a vacation and ordered Sedella to run errands to
the townhouse.

Sedella felt suspicious that the maids who came out to greet her were treated
excessively to serve guests.

Finally, when the maids called Sedella "Master Lady," they were horrified.

It was Alven who stopped by on his way home from work that caught
Sedella, who was about to go back to the wrong person.

"Calm down, Arpel. This house is a gift from Her Majesty."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 76

"Our Highness?’

Only then did Sedella, who came to grips with the situation, try to return
immediately to her home.
But Eve had left for Michael and the spruce forest.

Inevitably, Sedella had to wait for her vacation to pass. While being treated
with the fullness of maids.

And the day I finally got to work after vacation.

'Your Highness•••••• ’

"Sedella, why are you crying?" Who

Did it ring?'

"Your Highness."

Sedella forgot everything she had prepared as soon as she met Eve. Tears
came out, grabbed Eve and cried.

She's always perfect and calm, but she's the first girl I see.

It was a figure.

"Didn't you like the present?"

Count Arpel was a poor mountain valley estate and an old castle that could
not be properly farmed with property, and a so-called fallen noble.

Far from owning a townhouse, it was impossible for a family to enter the
Yellow Island, where it was difficult to afford to go to Hwangdo Island.

The romance of the 14-year-old debut tang ball was unfortunate in Sedella's
life.

Sedella was treated as a breadwinner rather than an earl of Arpel. After all,
she was able to step into the palace as if she were being sold.

Sedella then met Eve and became an exclusive maid. Poverty may be the fate
of this life, but there were many cases where people had to take charge of the
work of ordinary maids and maids due to poor living conditions here.
However, Sedella was fond of her mother and was treated like a scoundrel,
and although she was a little inflexible, she was kind and upright, so she
enjoyed watching her growth.

I thought it would not be a bad idea to live by supporting the empress, who
was likely to spend her entire life studying alchemy.

Then the empress suddenly changed her life goal and gave Sedella a big hug
at the townhouse. The townhouse on the south side of the river Labello,
which is also famous for its expensive price.

Putting one's heart into a gift is enough to impress people, but even
distribution increases the effect.

Sedella was thrilled with her own nest in a luxury townhouse.

"Sedella."

"Oh, did you call me?”

"Yeah, three times. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm sorry, I remember being ashamed of you the next day after I was granted
the townhouse...…

"You were cute that day, Sedella. It's worth the gift.”

"Don't make fun of me."

Eve propped her chin over her knuckles and asked playfully.

"I have a house, when are you going to invite me?”

"Are you coming?”

Sedella, rather pleased by the unexpected question, asked back. Eve felt like
her exclusive maid was going to die of beauty.

"If you invite me, of course I'll go."

"You can come anytime. Please write like your house. I'll be very happy."

"Really? How about tomorrow?"

While giving Sedella a townhouse, Eve extended the off-duty system, which
was originally among ordinary users, to her former mistress. So tomorrow
just happened to be Sedella's holiday.

"I'll prepare to serve you with all my heart."

"I look forward to it."

I sent Sedella to the end of the conversation.

Soon after, there was a knock in the office. It was Lian who came in with
permission.

Lian had the good news with a haunting look on his face.

"Your Grace, I've got you!"

"Musical tickets?"

"Yes!"

Tickets for Pegasus Theater's musical, which is very popular these days, are
finally in Eve's hands. The main character's name was largely Limona Lund.

"It was hard to save, wasn't it?”

"A little. It was first come, first served, so I lined up early in the morning, but
the line disappeared because so many people gathered. So I ended up giving
all the number tickets and even drawing, but fortunately, I won."

"It wasn't a little hard. Thank you very much, Lian."

It was no exaggeration to say that Limona is currently the most popular artist.
He is also invited to perform at salon parties, and is set to make inroads into
opera soon.
"I think this is enough for your contribution to the artist."

"Yes, I'm thinking of meeting with the theater company owner to get a letter of
support."

Eve checked the dates and times of the show on the table.

"Tomorrow? Very well."

It just so happened that I had to go out of the palace to visit Sedela's

townhouse. Even heaven seemed to help Eve's schedule go smoothly.

"Hwangnyeo…… why…"…

Michael's handsome face was distortingly distorted. The hurt look was the
first I've seen in my last life and this life.

Eve spoke with a firm heart not to be weakened.

"I can't help it. Michael is my direct knight."

"Did you forget your promise not to imprint on me? I didn't know that this
would happen to me."

Michael turned his head at the end of the betrayal-filled Toro. Where the gaze
was directed, there was a huge sign that said the following.

Pegasus, the theater company.

Michael let out a lamentable sigh.

"Again, the love musical of the royal family and the homunculus."

"While I'm here to get my certificate, I'm looking at the artist I sponsored. I
can't go to the salon.”

"Okay, mister..."…

"And we're supposed to call you by your first name out there.”
"Okay... Eve...…

Eve came out of the Imperial City alone with Michael.

Eve was dressed as a white maid as ever. Michael, on the other hand,
dressed as a beret gardener in a new attempt.

It was a good combination to look like a couple who went out on a picnic
without their owners knowing.

The two entered the small theater. Not only were the seats full, but the
audience was filled with standing seats that were not normally sold.

Soon the lights were concentrated on the stage, and the red velvet curtains
split from side to side.

It was the moment when the curtain opened on the love story based on them.

Eve and Michael were prepared for their respective traumas.

"It's Limona."

Cheers and applause burst out as a healthy milky-skinned gypsy girl

appeared.

In response to the enthusiastic response, the musical began strongly with

Limona's song.

'You're gorgeous, beautiful.’

Eve was moved with her hands together. However, her face turned pale as
the song ended and the musical began to contain narrative and lines.

The musical was a series of plays and performances at the festival market.

The story of the musical begins with the setting that the empress and the
knight, who failed to come to a tragic end in the play, are reborn as the same
status again.
Reincarnated Hwangnyeo and Knight defeat their former enemies and
political rivals, while showing a mournful new wave with love beyond their
status.

Of course, if this was the only content, it would have been able to watch it
with a moderate amount of laughter based on the introduction created by
watching the last play.

The problem was that one setting that penetrated the work was extremely
fatal.

"The empress remembers her past life! I know that knight is the strongest
homunculus and I'm using him to seize power without loving him!'

Eve, stabbed for nothing, couldn't bring herself to lift her face.

Throughout the musical, Eve bowed her head and watched. The audience
cheered Limona's grotesque performance, but it was no consolation to Eve.

I'm so mean.’

Fortunately, Jeon Sa-ju did not intend to bury her sponsor's honor in the
ground, but the Hwang-nyeo did not appear as trash until the end of the script.

As the second half went on, the Hwangnyeo realized her true love for the
knight and became devoted, expressing that she could not help it for political
purposes.

By this point Eve was so conscious of Michael's reaction. Eve glanced

sideways at him.

Somehow Michael was quietly watching without a murmur.

It wasn't just about keeping the manner of the government drama, it seemed to
be watching with concentration.

Even after the musical was over, it left a favorable review.

"This one was worth a look."

"Did you?"

"I found the villain interesting."

Eve swallowed dry saliva. I prepared my mind in anticipation of a scathing

evaluation of the Hwangnyeo in the play soon.

However, Michael's comments fell short of Eve's expectations.

"She's the one who appears to be the political rival of the main characters.
Commoner's plays contain the message of the times in addition to popularity.
It was interesting to think that it contained public opinion that did not take a
good view of the third empress."

"Oh…… the villain wasn't talking about me…"…

"Why are you?"

"I just... I used Michael both physically and mentally.”

The feeling of answering was as if he were confessing his sins. Michael

kindly corrected it.

"It's not you and me, it's the yellow woman and the knight in the play.

It's just a musical.”

"Yeah, you're right."

Eve only then realized that she was over-entering.

He seemed to have been stabbed because he owed so much in the past life
and had a strange match with this life.

It was noisy inside the small theater even after the musical was over for a
long time. This is because everyone flocked to the stage to see Limona up
close.

"Limona Lund has become a hit.”

"I just wanted to say hello, but I can't do that."

Leaving behind, Eve headed to Pegasus Theater's office.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 77

Zucun Largo, a theater company with a better appearance than before, greeted
Eve.

"Oh, you're here, Your Highness!"

"Long time no see, Danju."

"Yes, yes. Have a seat. Should I call Limona?”

"That's it. Are you sure you're going to get caught?"

"Oh, I did. I forgot because I was out of my mind.”

Theater company Ju Kun rubbed his hands and offered Eve a seat. Thanks to
Limona, all the furniture in the office was new, perhaps because Pegasus
Theater's housekeeping was in full bloom.

"What brings you here?"

"I want to get an artist sponsorship certificate. We have to raise the public
value."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, wait a minute!"

Kuhn quickly came up with the documents. Eve let Michael take it and made
headlines.

"These days, Miss Lunde is making inroads into aristocratic society. I heard
you."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm being called to the Marquis' salon to sing. Marquis Marquis,
who is being invited to other social gatherings, is so jealous that she is
wary...…. Still, some nobles send invitations with the permission of the
Marquis. I'm going to expand my activities from there.”

"What kind of meeting is it?”

"There are couples' counseling salons hosted by Count Jigolo, midnight

masquerades hosted by Count Navall, and night church clubs sponsored by
Marquis Chensley.”

Eve frowned at the list.

"It's all a bunch. I'm afraid you've sold the Marquis' name and approached
it."

"Huh, that's obscene.

"It's a place full of people who like to make gossip and people who like to
flirt. If you go in and out often, you'll only lose Miss Lund's reputation.”

"Yikes! Not all socialites were noble. I'll reject all of them. You can't pair
our Limona with the old."

It was a reliable answer, but Eve narrowed her eyes. This is because he felt
that he had his son in mind as a partner rather than purely protecting Limona.

Eve declared firmly.

"I'll look into Miss Lund's marriage later. For now, as an artist, help me focus
on success."

" Example••••••

A lackluster answer came out. As expected, there must have been an ulterior
motive.
Then Eve stuck out a gold coin pocket.

"It's an extra donation. With this money, I want you to cast a composer and
make a song for Miss Lund. As much as you can."

"Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!" Just leave it to me! I'll have a great songwriter

sing it!"

Kun was delighted, rubbing his hands together as if he had ever he had been
sullen.

"I'll be going now."

"Take a look, Your Highness!"

With respect, Eve walked out of the office with Michael.

"Now we go to Arpel's Townhouse?"

"Yes, that's right."

It was time to exit the hall to carry out the next schedule.

"Oh, Eve?"

I looked back at the voice of the call. Only now was Limona, who was
barely freed from the crowd, across the hall.

"Yves, you're right!"

Limona ran fast enough to make stage wigs and dresses flutter.

"How are you, Limona.

Eve also took a few steps forward and greeted him with joy. But as we got
closer, Limona's facial expression was serious.

"What, why did you just show up? You got caught today. Come with me."
"Huh?"

Limona snatched Eve by the wrist and tried to drag her somewhere.

"How dare you try to kidnap her before my eyes.’

Michael flashed his eyes. Eve quickly raised his other hand to restrain him.

Limona, who didn't know the situation at the time, said boldly.

"If your boyfriend is going to follow you, follow him."

"What? I don't know if my boyfriend...…

Michael was flirting and changed his words.

"Yes, I'll catch up."

M | 99

Surprised or not, Michael, who obtained the right to accompany Eve through
proper identification, followed the two.

Limona took Eve to the main actor's waiting room. It just so happened that
there was no one, so it was a good place to talk privately.

Limona poured out a sigh as if she had waited.

"Do you know how much I've been looking for you?"

"What happened, Limona?"

"What's going to happen? I heard you're the one who serves my sponsor, but I
don't know who it is and I'm not thinking about telling you who it is.

No matter how good the mysticism is, isn't it too much for me?"

"Oh, you're right. I didn't think of that."

Eve nodded, calmly admitting.

"Oh, really."

Limona was actually in a very angry state. How many days have you been
worried about who your sponsor is? But when Limona finally got Eve in
front of her, the mood for anger disappeared anger.

Limona took the place of a long sigh. And interrogated Eve, face-to-face.

"So, what house do you work for?"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...

Eve couldn't have said it. I was at the moment wondering what to do.

Michael stepped up.

"She is the maid of Count Arpel's Lady Cedela.”

The townhouse I bought Sedella shone at a time like this.

But Limona's response was callous.

"Huh? Arpel the Back Writer? I've never heard of it before. A nobleman I
don't know is my immense guardian? You don't even know Marquis Sayer?"

"It's true. You're free to believe it or not."

"Then guide me."

A confident demand rang in the waiting room.

"Let me see Lady Sedella?"

"You're a guardian, aren't you?" Of course you'll meet me, right? I'm just
trying to thank you for your kindness.”

A fair refusal was a pre-lockdown. Limona smiled triumphantly.

"Yves, you have to go back to your master's house, don't you think so? I'm
glad I don't have a performance anymore.”

I meant that I would follow him even if I didn't take him.

Limona began to change her clothes. He took off his lime-blonde wig and
dress and dressed like Michael.

The winding black hair was also rolled up and hidden in a beret.

Limona put her arms firmly on Eve.

"Come on, let's go."

"Yeah."

It was Michael who answered. Amber was just flying out of the window
behind his back.

The carriage brought from the Imperial Palace was left and the new wagon
was taken.

Normally Eve would have been busy looking out the window, excited to go
out after a long time. But now Limona, who sat across from me, was
distracted.

Limona has sometimes spoken to Eve on a significant subject. Each time Eve
responded naturally with quickness.

"You must be a good master. You'll give me time to watch the musical."

"Yes, Lady Sedella is a very nice person. He's been taking good care of me
since I was a kid."

"Huh, yeah. Oh, Eve's hair is lime blonders, too. I didn't know before
because it was night, but I found out today."

"……Limona's musicals are so popular these days that the 7th Empress's
limeblond is popular. I've dyed my hair."
"Yes, that's what I'm trying to say. Did you know I made that hair
fashionable?"

"Of course."

"But Eve's hair color is so natural. It's the prettiest lime blonde I've ever
seen. It's so real."

"Ha, ha, ha... Thank you." The wagon just happened to be passing in front of
Luciard's public bathhouse, built in District 17. It was still crowded to the
street, so it was inevitable that the eyes would go away by itself.

Limona showed envy towards the people.

"The public baths are crowded again today. I want to go as well. I heard that
after taking a bath there, your fatigue goes away and your skin gets really
nice.”

"Limona, you haven't been there yet. Well, now that a lot of people recognize
me, I don't think I'll be able to go to places like that.

"Well, there you go."

Limona spat back, but not necessarily for that reason.

I put on thick makeup and wear a wig when I go on stage anyway. Most
people didn't know Limona was a gypsy, let alone a bare face.

Nevertheless, there was little reason why Limona had never been to a public
bath.

"I don't have any friends to go with.’

I couldn't bring myself to be honest.

"Have you been to Eve?"

"No. I haven't either."

"What, really?"

Limona unknowingly poked into her eyes.

"Why, are you busy at work? No, he's the owner who gives me time to watch
musicals. There's no way you didn't give me time to go to the bathroom.

Why?"

"Hmm…… because there's no one to go with?"

UIW

Eve's moderation was enough to impress Limona.

"Well, do you want to come with me next time? I heard the soap they sell
over there is so good for your skin and smells good. You have to buy it."

"Well, I see."

"You're coming with me, aren't you?"

Eve broke into a cold sweat.

It was an embarrassing suggestion. It was unimaginable that she, an empress,

would wash herself naked and without a market with commoners.

Then Michael, who had been sitting quietly with his arms crossed, stepped in
to help.

"I'm in trouble. Eve doesn't have enough time to be with me."

Episode 78

"What are you saying? Then Eve's gonna get sick of it. Obsession and
restraint are no different from violence."

It was a word that hurt Michael's chivalry. He could no longer join the role.
In the meantime, Eve stepped up to the plate for Michael's honor.

"Michael is worried because I'm very shy.”

"Oh, shyness was the problem."

Oh O"

Hm.

"But there's a way. A special room will open in the bathhouse soon. If you
make a reservation there, you don't have to pay attention to other people's
eyes. I'll be famous and make a lot of money, so let's go together then. All
right?

"Okay, let's do that."

I thought a special room would be fine. Eve was relieved to find a

compromise.

It was then.

"But your boyfriend's name is Michael. It's the same name as the 7th
Empress's direct article.”

"……my dear, that's a pet name. It's a trend these days. The name of the most
handsome man on the island."

"Yeah, Eve's the kind of person who doesn't care about that kind of shyness,
huh?”

"Uh, uh, yeah. Love is supposed to be shy."

"It's a good time."

"Sure."

"So what's your boyfriend's real name?"

The time has come again for quick action. Michael answered calmly.

"Elise."

Michaelis said the last three letters. By recycling Yamugin, he created not
only his first name but also his last name.

"Alice?"

"No, Ellis."

"So, then, Mr. Reese?"

"Yeah."

Around that time, the wagon stopped and announced that the horseman had
arrived at his destination.

The area where the townhouse which is famous for its expensiveness is
concentrated. Among them, there was a wine-colored roofed mansion in an
exceptionally scenic and sunny place because of the view of the River
Labelo.

"Wow, it really says Arpelga, right?”

While Limona looked surprised, Eve stood at the door trembling. Michael
whispered to her.

"I told Amber about the situation. It won't be a problem."

"Then I'll trust you."

Eve resolutely turned the doorknob.

"Like a maid. Like a maid.’

I remembered the simulation in my head while I was traveling in the carriage.

Once inside the house, they take Limona to the drawing room and take out
some refreshments.

Then, he leaves Limona in the name of saying hello to the hostess and goes
upstairs.

If you meet Sedella there and have time to catch your breath while explaining
the detailed situation, you will be out of the woods first.

"Okay, perfect."

Dalkak.

But Eve's plan went awry as soon as she opened the door.

It must have been an honor, Count So. I can't believe you're receiving her
teacup.”

"It was an honor, but it's not something to laugh about. You two should have
been there."

"Hahahaha!"

Anaise, who entered the palace, unraveled an incident in Sedela's townhouse

a week ago.

Baron LaFlyer, Cayden, who laughed like a fish, lifted his share of the glass.
The strong aroma of coffee permeated his mustache and nose.

"I've submitted the proof of sponsorship to the protocol, and the fact that
Miss Limona Lund's secret benefactor is telling me that...

You'll find out soon enough. Then there will be people who take issue with
the source of the donation. Report your personal assets in advance to prevent
any backsliding."

"But I've left it to Redmon Youngsik."

Alven looked proud at Eve's confidence.

Just in time, good news came to Alven's head.

"Your Grace, we have a reduction to make."

"What is it, Redmon?"

"Thanks to Miss Limona Lund, we've built up a lot of imperial public values,
and now we can dispatch."

"Oh, is that so. Thank you for letting me know."

As a result, he was eligible to visit the Ma Jeongseok Mining Site.

'We can improve the poor living conditions of Homunclus who is working
hard. And……

Eve glanced at Michael playing the role of escort.

'It may be an opportunity to awaken Michael's power.’

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 79

"Sigh••••••

It just so happened to be an appropriate question. Cedela took a deep breath.

"What's wrong, Arpel?"

"I'm running out of time, so I'll be brief. Please listen carefully."

Everyone felt a serious atmosphere and was nervous.

"If anything happens in the future, don't be surprised, don't ask anything, just
be calm."

"What? What the hell do you mean by that?"…

"Well, I mean...… to put it simply, from now on, you can think that your
Highness is testing your quickness and wits. I'm sure you all know how to
keep your composure in society, so I'm sure you'll do a great job."

There was a lack of explanation, but too little. Anais and Olivier couldn't
erase the wonder from their faces.

On the other hand, some people were quick to adapt.

"Your Highness' test? It's fun. I'll pass it with the best grades.

Whoops...

Yulia showed her positive spirit by shining green eyes.

In the powder room, Limona changed her clothes with the help of Eve and
Ryan.

Eve, why don't you wear this?

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Lian took a breath. The innocent voice of Moshi's pet name was not good for
her heart.

Eve worried about Ryan's condition at first, but now focused on helping
Limona dress up, perhaps getting used to the situation.

"Yes, Limona. You look great in blue. It's not too fancy and I think it's
perfect.”

"This is Lady Sedella's dress, right? Can I wear this?"

"It's okay, you've given me permission."

"By the way, Eve can't tie a ribbon. You're dressed neatly like this.

That's amazing."
"Are you a maid?"

Eve was prickly. Limona, who was suspicious, looked closely at Eve's finger
as she was fixing the ribbon. It's to see how much Eve's hand is used to
chores.

At that time, Lian, who was strong on the occasion, saved Eve from the
crisis.

"Lee, Eve is a maid who usually serves customers tea. If you work in the
serving area, you often show your hands to customers, right? That's why you
have to take good care of your hands."

"Oh, I've heard that story before. Thank you for letting me know, Ryan."

"What? I'm glad the misunderstanding was cleared up between friends.”

Eve thanked her for her kindness as a maid.

"Look forward to it, Limona. I'll show you how delicious my tea is."

"Okay, then I'll be on my way because the ladies will be waiting."

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Hm.

Lian accompanied Limona on her way to the drawing room. Eve waved her
hand and saw them off.

"Sigh, I should get my car ready."

"I'll help you."

Michael, who was waiting outside the dress room, followed Eve. Soon tea
incense began to spread in the kitchen.

By that time, Limona, dressed in a blue dress, arrived at the drawing room.
Cedela and the three guests were already sitting in their seats, in the midst of
a story.

Limona tried to sing with a bow, but Sedella recommended a seat first.

Yulia told me the reason.

"The song will be released later. One person hasn't come yet."

"Yes."

Limona, unlike her rather nonchalant answer, was quite surprised inside.

Although Count Arpel was first introduced today, the background of the
guests invited here was well known by Marquis Amelus, Count Luciard and
Count Yegrin. This is because all of them were famous for their influence in
Hadelun, the Yellow Island.

Who the hell is such a prominent man who calls himself "Boon"?

Limona had no idea.

In the meantime, Olivier is sweet.I spoke to Limona in a bold tone. She also
treated Limona with respect.

"I thought Miss Lund could only be seen in the Marquis' salon. I never
thought I'd show up at an informal social gathering at Arpel Baek."

"Oh, yeah."

Limona was not used to aristocratic speech. Yulia interpreted the meaning of
Olivier's question.

"Yegrin Young-ae is now asking what kind of relationship Arpel Young-ae

and Miss Arpel.”

"Sorry, I didn't know you asked."

"It's okay. It's just that we're not used to each other yet."
Limona answered calmly, barely calming down her embarrassment.

"I'm sponsored by Lady Cedela."

The words turned three customers' eyes round.

"Miss Lund's secret benefactor was Arpell's love?”

"Then, in effect, you must be supporting Miss Lund."

"Oh, my God, did you have any influence on the art world?”

"I just got goosebumps."

"Me, too."

This time Limona opened her eyes wide.

"Your Grace?"

"Hmm, you didn't know Miss Lund? Arpel Youngae here is the exclusive
maid of Her Majesty the 7th Empress. I'm a close friend of your will."

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Limona was so surprised that she took a deep breath and hardened.

"Hua, the Imperial Family, or the Seven Empress?"

Only then did I understand the identity of the patron that Marquis Sayer could
not identify. It was natural for a seven-year-old empress, who is not just a
member of the royal family, but is raising stock prices in and out of the
imperial palace these days.

When the shock went away, the next thing I came was shame.

"I was in the lead role in a musical based on your patronage."

In fact, at first, I thought that the 7th Empress had commissioned Pegasus
Theater to perform a musical based on her motif for publicity.

However, the Pegasus Theater Company was preparing for the musical of
Motif, the seventh emperor, long before Limona miraculously gained
sponsors when she met Eve at the festival market.

It was just a coincidence, considering the relationship between good and

bad.

"Did you see me playing the role of the empress? You haven't seen it since
it's a musical by the common people, have you? But what if they saw it?

Ugh...

Limona dyed her face red.

Around that time, Yulia checked her clock and grumbled.

"By the way, when will my Highness come?”

"I know. It's been a while, but you haven't shown me yet. Have you heard
anything, Arpel?"

"Well……

It was when Sedella avoided answering awkwardly.

I heard the sound of dragging the tray onto the carpet. The maid who came in
with me said in a luscious voice.

"You'll be thirsty, so I'll pull up."

MIW

Anais, Yulia and Olivier turned their heads at the same time as if they had
promised. There was a glimmer of consternation in their eyes.

"Huh? Well, your highness?"

Eve turned a blind eye to the maid's work.

A three-tier tray and teacup filled with sweet desserts came up one by one on
the table by her hand.

The touch was slow, so although it was not as wild as a professional maid, it
kept on drawing attention because it had an elegant feel to the movement.

It's growling.

Sedella's teacup bloated with the scent of fragrant flowers and mint.

Eve then approached the guests and filled the teacups one by one.

Olivier shook his eyes as he watched Eve tilt the teapot from Jichuk.

"Why, why here...…

"Yegrin Young Ae."

Sedella cautioned by putting her index finger around her mouth and shaking
her head slightly.

Thanks to that, Olivier remembered what he almost forgot.

"Oops, you said you were taking the quickness and tact test!"

I tried to respond in a calm manner, believing it straightforwardly.

"Tea, tea is fragrant."

"This tea is a combination of peppermint and rosebud that help stabilize your
mind and body."

"Yes, mind and body...…. That's a great effect."

Next up was Anais.

Her eyes were shaking just as much as her predecessor Olivier.

"Be careful, it's hot, Count So."

"Yes…… No, yes, thank you."

Only Yulia showed a very natural response to the situation.

"Oh, what a unique and flavorful tea. Did you make it yourself?”

"Yes, I do, miss."

"You're a talent I'd always like to have around. Why don't you work for
Marquis?

"I am indebted to Lady Sedella. Please understand that I will not be able to
leave Count Arpel until you have given her away."

"You're jealous. But I don't want to give up easily. I'll visit you more often,
so feel free to tell me."

He seemed like a person who boasted that he would pass the test with the
best grades.

Finally Eve went to Limona and whispered while waiting for the car.

"You can start with the desserts in the top of the tray. And the flowers on the
tea water are not edible, but decorative."

"Well, I see. Thank you for letting me know."

After finishing what he had to do, Eve bowed back to the wall.

"Then have a pleasant conversation."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 80

Everyone tried to get their act together in an awkward and embarrassing

atmosphere.
"Uh... um... Oh, there you go! I made a few more pearl cosmetics, would you
like to take a look?”

"Joe, that's great."

Olivier's pearl lipstick and pearl shadow opened the door for conversation.

The magic-like glittering cosmetics quickly brought people to their attention.

"I think the shadow is especially pretty. Did you say the color was ash
beige?"

"It looks like it's just a cut, but if you apply it, it's a subtle purple color
depending on the angle."

"It's a cold color, so I think it'll look good on someone with cherry blossom
skin tone.”

"Then I can think of Lord Agneto."

In the midst of the conversation, the guests acted conscious of Eve.

Sometimes it was a waste to look sideways at Eve or pretend to cough.

Eve, of course, stood on the wall pretending not to know.

The subject of the conversation shifted to the construction of a special room

in a public bathhouse.

"The reservation special room will give the rich a chance to experience the
bathroom bath culture.”

"Yes, there will be people who will look at the special room and then leave
the bathroom in their mansion."

"That's why we're using pearl paint generously to make it very luxurious."

Limona listened to the story with interest. He himself had a swollen face in
his dream of using the special room someday.
It was then. Suddenly Eve stopped picking up the car and opened her mouth.

"If you don't mind, ladies, can I say something?"

"Oh, Si, excuse me! Of course it's okay!"

"Uh, come on, say it, say it!"

Limona, who was watching, was a little puzzled. All the nobles were
prepared to listen to the maid.

"Thank you for your permission. Miss Cedela has ordered something last
time, and I'll report you here."

Eve sneaked out Sedella's name.

"Count So is working hard on pearl paint and directional items to create a

luxurious atmosphere in Luciard's special bathroom. In addition to the visual
and the olfactory, I'd like to include auditory elements," said Lady Sedella.

"How?"

"It's playing music in a waiting hall for guests in a special room."

"You want to hire a band to play?”

"I'm going to try something more different. One of the things that golem
alchemists study is a recording golem. I'd like to put Lima Lund's song in
here and play it for a certain fee."

"Oh, is that possible? That would be great.”

"We've checked and now we have about 30 minutes of recording available

with alchemy. The quality of the sound is not bad enough to appreciate even
though I can't hear it directly. The Pegasus Theater Company has asked the
owner to compose a separate song for Miss Lund to sing."

"It's great to think of a way to attract people and promote Miss Lund's songs."
Before I knew it, Eve was himself, not Cedella, and the guests were treating
Eve with natural respect.

But Limona, surprised by the conversation, had no time to feel strange.

"I'm going to make my own song? Are you serious?

Sedella said a word as if to listen to the thrilled Limona.

"Of course, it's all your orders."

At this point Limona couldn't resist the question of a real patron.

Limona asked Cedela a question with a flushed face.

"The one who's not here yet, tell me the 7th Empress, right? When do you
expect him?"

"That's…… I don't think it's going to work today."

"Well, when can I see you? I really want to say thank you. Please let me see
you."

I couldn't say I'd already met him. Thanks to this, there was an awkward
silence on the table.

And this silence gave rise to a bad interpretation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I, I was too presumptuous. Her Majesty is not an
easy person to meet.…

Limona slurred without confidence.

The atmosphere of belittling the common people, much less the wandering
people, is still reminiscent of the prevalence of aristocracy.

Then Sedella comforted Limona affectionately.

"Limona, I won't wait for an opportunity, why don't you enter the palace
first.”

"Ah!"

Limona was enlightened.

"You're right. I just had to go see him."

It was a moment when she had a good motivation.

In that sense, the atmosphere naturally flowed to listen to Limona's song,

which is scheduled to become famous enough to enter the imperial palace
soon.

Soon the song rang out in the drawing room.

It was still sweet and powerful as if to shake the heart directly.

Everyone in the parlor looked bewitched.

Amber, who was with Michael in the kitchen, started twirling her wings as if
she were dancing.

It was a beautiful song that even echoes Golem's ego.

Tea time is over. Three guests left one after another in their family carriages.

"It was a great and fruitful time."

"I'll see you again then."

Anais whispered slightly in Eve's ear before getting into the carriage.

"See you at the palace, Your Grace."

"Yes, I'll explain everything about today, Count So."

It's time to break up with Limona, too.

"Yves, I loved your tea today."

"I loved Limona's song, too. Get home safe."

"Then see you next time!"

I left it up to Michael to take me where I could catch a sales wagon.

Limona told Michael about today's appreciation with a happy dream-like

face.

"I thought it would be scary because they were all great noble ladies, but it
wasn't at all."

"Maybe it's because someone was protecting you."

"You were so sweet even though you weren't there was no 7th Empress.”

Michael asked a question.

"Do you know the name of the 7th Empress?"

"Of course, it's Evien Rose Hadelamide."

There were so many people in the imperial family that there were no
commoners who remembered the middle name in detail.

"Do you even know the nickname of the 7th Empress?"

"Because it's Ebien Rose...… Yves?"

"Hmm, yeah."

He quits the question as if he didn't expect much and hastens his steps.

Meanwhile, at the time, the townhouse of the Arpels.

After overcoming the hump, Eve was stretched out on the drawing room
couch.

The muscles of the whole body were stiffened with tension.

Sedella and Lian clung together and massaged with all their heart.

"Good work, Your Highness."

"I'm telling you, my precious man, what's wrong with you."

"Hahaha, it takes a lot of effort to socialize with the common people...….

I'm sorry to make you guys suffer.”

"No, ma'am."

Eve, who was smiling awkwardly, was lost in thought.

"If Limona is good, she'll be able to enter the palace in no time.’

From now on, it may be better to prepare your mind to reveal the truth.

It got too big even if the board grew too big.

Eve sighed a sigh of remorse, wondering where she had gone wrong in her
life.

Chapter 17. How to solve the problem of depletion of the marble.

It was a warm afternoon with pretty clouds. Eve drank tea outdoors after a
long time.

Royal Violet Garden, where the combination of lilac and lavender boasts
mysterious purple.

The tea time table there was not only Eve but also three more guests.
They were Count Anais Lucia de Soe, Count Alven Redmon, and Baron
Cayden Laplier, the treasurer.

"I'm telling you, I almost lost my heart because I thought you were watching
the Doppel Ganger."

"Hahaha! That must have been an honor, Count So. I can't believe you're
receiving her teacup.”

"It was an honor, but it's not something to laugh about. You two should have
been there."

"Hahahaha!"

Anaise, who entered the palace, unraveled an incident in Sedela's townhouse

a week ago.

Baron LaFlyer, Cayden, who laughed like a fish, lifted his share of the glass.
The strong aroma of coffee permeated his mustache and nose.

"We've submitted the proof of sponsorship to the protocol, and we'll soon
find out that Miss Limona Lund's secret sponsor has to deliver it. Then there
will be people who take issue with the source of the donation.

Report your personal assets in advance to prevent any backsliding."

"But I've left it to Redmon Youngsik."

Alven looked proud at Eve's confidence.

Just in time, good news came to Alven's head.

"Your Grace, we have a reduction to make."

"What is it, Redmon?"

"Thanks to Miss Limona Lund, we've built up a lot of imperial public values,
and now we can dispatch."
"Oh, is that so. Thank you for letting me know."

As a result, he was eligible to visit the Ma Jeongseok Mining Site.

'We can improve the poor living conditions of Homunclus who is working
hard. And……

Eve glanced at Michael playing the role of escort.

'It may be an opportunity to awaken Michael's power.’

Episode 81

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 81

Eve knew the answer to a question Michael could not ask the wise man of the
spruce tree forest due to time constraints.

Michael's power, though naturally awakened, could be further expedited by a

bondable exchange with his own people.

"Homunclus is resigned to the hard work of the imperial brainwashing.

There should be someone who can give them the will and lead them.’

Of course only Michael could play the role.

In that sense, Eve judged that Michael needed a quick awakening.

Of course, I had no idea that his awakening brought back memories of his
past life.

'It's really good to be able to dispatch...Unfortunately, the investigation

activity on Ma Jeonggwang that was uploaded last time fell into someone
else's hands.’
A fact-finding survey is usually conducted once a season. Three months was
too long to wait like this.

"We need to take action.’

I had something in mind. Eve laid back milk tea to her mouth.

"How's your business going, Redmon?

"We're going to select the families that will delegate the construction project
soon."

"Oh, well, it's not a problem when you meet Count Lucia de Soe.

What if Count Soh and all the officials are rumored to have exchanged
bribes?"

Eve's face became serious. Alven then complained of injustice.

"No, Your Grace. What kind of joke do you draw? What do you mean
bribery?

What do you think of Alven Redmon, the protector of integrity?"

"Integrity•••••r

I blinked, wondering if Eve had misheard. Cayden answered on behalf of

him.

"You don't have to worry, Your Highness. Redmon Youngsik has recently
uncovered a bribery scandal in which his former Count Sanchez has been
accused of neglecting to inspect the imperial palace's manpower. If you
caught the corruption, you would have caught it, but you are not the one to
commit it. No one will be able to relate Redmon to bribery."

Cayden's praise opened Alven's chest.

His face, which achieved both revenge and justice in all of Sanchez's,
seemed very satisfactory.
While Eve was unable to adjust to her separation from her last life, Cayden
and Albene continued their conversation.

"It's amazing how they catch it like ghosts. What's your secret, Redmon?"

"Huhu, when you see a gap in the management system, there's something that
comes to mind that I'd like to do at the moment.

A couple of steps down from there, it fits the trick of the corruption guys.”

"Huh, that's cool. It's as if you've mastered the logic of corruption."

"That's too much to say. I still have a long way to go. I will continue my
efforts until I become a wise man."

It was like Alven that Eve knew, now, to be a wise man in the world of
corruption.

"Redmon spirituality, I'm glad I found a place to show my talent.’

Eve asked a question she couldn't ask earlier, thinking that good was good.

"Is the floor plan of the reclaimed earth still there?"

"It came out yesterday. But I brought you a copy because I thought you might
be wondering."

Alven took the rolled paper out of his arms. And I started explaining one by
one by one.

"We've located major institutions around the academy, and we've arranged
collective housing for the poor to move to. On the southern outskirts, the
houses of the Knights of Homunclus will be built in the form of a single
house. We're planning to build waterways every five blocks and use them for
canal and rainwater treatment."

"The waterway is wonderful. I'll be prepared for the rainy season. We're
pushing the characterization business into agriculture, so we can get
agricultural water.
I will."

"Yes, it's great to see right through."

"But the bird's eye is empty everywhere. What is it?"

"We've emptied it in consideration of the future expansion of important

facilities. The more well-positioned the right, the more expensive it will be
to the aristocracy."

"Ho."

At this point Eve couldn't contain her curiosity.

"Who drew the bird's eye view?"

"It's me."

"Youngsik, you?"

"When I was in Redmon estate, I learned a little bit about managing the estate
with my brother. The knowledge at the time helped us do this."

As expected, he was a talented man. Even if you leave it alone, how good
would you be if you squeezed it? Tooth

V looked at Alven in anticipation.

Alven looked extremely happy with the eyes of favour and confidence.

Around that time, Anais gave important information.

"The academy is said to be divided into building houses and commission.

Marquis Chansley is aiming for the Academy."

"Chansley? Looks like he finally took over one of the architectural firms."

"There's also a story about preparing for the bath business."

"That's not good news."

It seemed that he was going to jump in as a latecomer, coveting the success of

Count Luciard success. Eve had a dark look in her eyes in her last life,
recalling Hadelun, whom Chansley had ruined by the prostitution business
and the conversation.

"By the way, I haven't been able to sell Ma Jeong-seok because I haven't
been able to drill my way through a small distribution route since Chansley.
Where did the funds come from to take over the building company?'

It is a matter that needs to be addressed.

It was when I was lost in thought for a while. Cayden checked the
congregation clock.

"Oh no. I have a cashier's meeting, so I'm leaving first."

"Go ahead, Baron Laplier."

But Kaden, who got up from his seat, didn't leave immediately and left a
horse behind.

"The budget for this quarter is five times that of last quarter."

"That's a lot."

"Given the position of Her Majesty, we are concerned about proper budget
execution, but the current increase in her personal assets will lead to
controversy."

"I must spare no donation and no support.”

"Yes, I would advise you to be honorable, rather than confidential, like

Limona Lund. In my opinion, it would be best to create a scholarship system
at the Gnosis Academy with the respect of the 7th Empress. Neung A
powerful man will be overcome by your grace for giving him the opportunity
to learn."
Cayden's advice was as caring as his uncle was to his nephew. But Anais and
Alven, who were listening from the sidelines, were flabbergasted.

Eve smiled and put down the teacup and said.

"What if I take the opportunity and offer my allegiance? My patronage may

soon become a political activity, and do you have any sincere advice from
the baron?"

Despite the sharp comments, Cayden was not embarrassed. Rather, I said as
if I had waited.

"I'm sure it wasn't an inconvenience for those of you who have a will to
hear."

"Haha."

Eve burst into laughter to evoke the atmosphere of the table. And I stopped
letting Cayden go.

"Come to your place for a cup of coffee later."

"Thank you, I really need you to back off.

I'll be on my way, Your Grace."

Alven watched distant Cayden with drooping eyes.

By the time he couldn't even see his back, Alven leaned toward Eve and said
as if he didn't like it.

"What a raccoon. I can't believe you're talking about your majesty. Isn't that
right?"

"And if you complain behind your back, it's like a shambles, Redmon
English.

"Yuck, that's not true."

As if he wanted to protect his nickname "Guardian of Integrity," Albene
straightened his waist again and sat upright.

"I like Baron Laplier."

"Your Highness, please look at me who is consistently loyal."

It was Alven, who was whining. Eve slurped milk tea and opened her mouth.

"I'll tell you how much I trust you soon."

"Are you sure?"

"You can look forward to it."

Eve's eyes glowed mischievously, but Alven, whose heart was filled with
beans, didn't notice.

The next day, Sedella woke Eve up a little earlier than usual.

"Your Highness, I have to go to the door in the morning.

It's me."

"Oh…… yes."

Eve was stuck in the Imperial Library all day yesterday looking at a
lackluster imperial history record more than 300 years old.

At least, I didn't see all of them until the library closed.

So he has borrowed Michael's hand and taken two trips back and forth to his
residence as many records as he needs to be moved.

Sedella knew the owner of Jeju well.

I must have lay in bed and slept for a while only when I saw the dawn.
Eve hardly came to her senses after drinking dark tea.

"It's your day to see your Majesty, so don't hesitate early."

"It's because I'm meeting my dad...…

Saying something he didn't understand, Eve groomed herself.

Eve asked when she woke up to some extent.

"Who said you'd like to share my condolences with today?”

It just so happened to be a good question to blow the wind out of it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your

Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness,
Your Highness."

Bridgette was stuck. Even the two were on Bridgete's side except for Rubio
the First.

It's Nia and Euclidean. But Nia will be quiet because she pressed it last time,
and Euclidean is just a bad kid, so you can ignore her.’

I finished dressing up with comforting thoughts.

Wearing a calm dress with a combination of brown and beige, Lime Blonde
turned on. Although it didn't have a fancy taste, it was an intellectual
attraction.

"Hi, Michael. You look great again today."

"I see your majesty."

Eve set off straight for the main palace with Michael.

It was time to get out of the entrance to the East Star Palace and let in the
warm air.
Likewise, I ran into someone coming out of the doorway.

The opponent greeted first.

"I see you, Her Majesty the Seven."

"Ah, Lord Millard."

There was no Rosenite next to it. But Rosenit couldn't have been up at this
time unless it was morning greeting day.

Sylvestian, apparently conscious of Eve, smoothed her already neat collar

again and set it right.

"Are you on your way to pay your respects?"

"Yes, it is."

"I am a stone, and I serve the royal family, so you will speak less."

"Now that you're a direct member of the royal family, you have to be
honored.”

One generation was also an expression of intimacy.

Eve didn't want to give the jealous Rosenite room.

Episode 82

"I'm sure Rosie didn't appreciate what you said to Michael in your last life.’

Come to think of it, I remember Michael asking for a lower rank like
Sylvestian now.

At that time, I slightly regretted that I shouldn't have accepted without much
thought.

Silvestian would only ask for subordination to serve the imperial family.
However, it occurred to me that Michael might have asked for a black heart.

"Oh, another useless idea."

Eve scurried away the miscellaneous thoughts that brought heat to her face.

"Well, I'll see you next time, Lord Millard."

"Take a look, Your Grace."

Sylvestian also moved from his seat only after waiting for Eve and Michael
to move away.

His direction was to the north, where the Homunclus accommodation was
located.

Eve, who glanced back, showed wonder.

"Why are we going to the lodge? Are you leaving work already?"

Michael knew the answer but couldn't say it out loud.

"I can't bear to stay up all night and go back now..."…

Fortunately, Eve wouldn't ask Michael for an answer either.

The path of the East Star Palace and the West Star Palace.

The road reached the intersection where it meets Jungang Boulevard. While
walking around a street corner decorated with topiers, I met a person whose
destinations overlap.

"You're sister Eve."

"Oh, Euclidean."

Honey Blonde's smile greeted Eve reluctantly.

He was the youngest of the princes, and since he was only 13 years old this
year, there was no immediate article yet imprinted.

"I see your Highness, Prince VIII."

"……well, yeah."

A thick wall, filled with cobalt dye, scanned Michael. I thought he was
looking for something to pick on, but Euclidean quickly turned his head.

The destination was the same, so there was nothing I could do about it.

Eve walked with Euclidean.

'I hope it's quiet until we get there.’

Euclidean was resuscitated by Ariadna, the ninth Empress.

Ariadna was a maid of the Four Emperors before she became queen in the
eyes of the emperor.

Because of that past, the loyalty to the mother and daughter of Lemille and
Brigitte was basically deep.

Euclidean also naturally sided with Bridgete, following Ariadna.

'In fact, it's absurd to say you're on the side. Because they were used
unilaterally.’

In his last life, the Marquis Chancellor, who had been a cash cow for
Bridgete, was spared by the imperial fire and the revelation of prostitution.

Bridgete used a political marriage to secure a new funding stream.

Euclidean, who was only 16 years old at the time, entered the rear of a
commoner's uncle. It was an unprecedented humiliating marriage in the
imperial family.
Eve and I were in a close relationship while living in the palace until he was
sold out.

There were few points of contact, but sometimes there was a direct
encounter.

And each time Eve felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable and unpleasant. This
is because Euclidean made fun of Eve, who was easy on Eve.

Even now, Euclidean has displayed unnecessary social skills.

"I heard you've been upsetting Betty lately.”

"It might seem that way."

"Don't do anything wrong. That's the only way I'm going to get angry."

If it stopped here, I would have ignored it. But Euclidean just went too far in
front of Eve.

"I still have a mother to back me up, but you're not even that, are you?"”

This is why Eve hates Euclidean. Because I dug Eve's wound.

"Why does Betty's quiet mouth become so inconsiderate in front of me?"’

Eve stopped walking and stared still at Euclidean.

In the past, I would have been stuck in my bedroom all day swallowing tears
inside.

But there were fewer ups and downs than I thought.

The reason could be explained in two ways.

It was clear that the regression caused the younger and more childish guy and
his mental age to become aware of Euclidean's less fortunate life.

Euclidean Biorn Hadelamide.

He was easy to be regarded as a finely large brat because of his painting
style, which showed no trace of family education.

But the reality is quite the opposite.

Ariadna's loyalty to Remille was too morbid. Ariadna regarded her son as a
political tool to bring the truth to the mother and daughter of Remille and
Bridgette.

Euclidean, therefore, has been brainwashed since he was a child that he

should do everything he can for Bridgette.

It was even Ariadna who gave up 16-year-old Euclidean most coldly when
he begged not to marry him.

For the first time in her life, she is said to have said this in front of her son,
who shows a willingness to reject

"Your face is the only useful thing, so it's a good thing it's selling at a high
price."

Only after hearing that, Euclidean let Ariadna go, but it was too late.

Eve also felt sorry for her half-brother, who was ill at ease with the anecdote
of the day.

"But I think he was quite talented in swordsmanship. Because they only put
importance on alchemy and magic, it was hard to learn from the imperial
palace, so they couldn't stand out.’

Perhaps by this time he was 13, Euclidean had realised to some extent that
his relationship with Ariadna's mother was not normal.

But as with abused children, it was clear that they could not think of
escaping, hoping for tantalizing recognition and affection.

You don't have to have a mother in front of Eve.

Revealing superiority in fact was also bordering on self-defense
mechanisms.

'Cause if you don't comfort yourself like that, you won't be able to hold out.’

By this point Eve was a little sympathetic to Euclidean despite his myriad
verbal abuse.

It was then. I felt something grim and threatening behind me.

Euclidean looked back in surprise first, and Eve turned her head.

What? Michael?

Sure enough, Michael was staring at Euclidean with frightening eyes.

He seemed unable to contain his anger at Eve's reckless mention of her

mother's death.

If it weren't for the royal family, they would have pulled out the sword and
applied for a duel.

"What, what, the, the eyes..."…

A 13-year-old boy couldn't afford to let the future king of Homunclus live. •

Euclidean had a suffocating, white face.

"Sir Agnito."

"……I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Eve hurriedly stopped Michael. Only then did Euclidean breathe out.

Michael's life was quite educational in itself.

Euclidean gave up his impertinent attitude and looked at Eve.

"Well, what is it. Why do you look at me like that because I'm so bad?"
"It's just that you're saying mean things."

"Well, I'm a member of the Imperial family. Homunclus has to obey politely."

"Sir Agnito is my knight. Not your article. The fact that you are a member of
the Imperial family is considered only as a constraint that you cannot apply
for a duel despite such rudeness.”

"That's a relief, isn't it? It's a royal family."

Euclidean had no rebuttal to Eve's acrimonious remarks.

Eve immediately changed her original gentle tone and opened her mouth.

"I want you to apologize for what you said earlier to help us recover from
our healthy siblings."

"Ha? Apple?"

Euclidean, of course, was busy building up his pride.

"I owe you an apology, Lord Agnito, for his insolent eyes."

"Hmm, really?"

Now that it's been like this, there's nothing I can do. Eve decided to take out a
trump card to protect Michael.

"Yuka."

"……what? Why do you call me that?"

Looking at her ominous face, Eve said hello like a friendly sister.

"How's your sword practice going?”

Euclidean's shoulders trembled.

In an empire of science that values alchemy and magic, swordsmanship was
perceived as falling even further. Therefore, the Imperial family does not
learn sword art mainly.

Euclidean was close to failing in the field of alchemy and magic, so the more
he stood out for swordmanship, the better he was to antagonize.

The boy, still young, almost wrote his innermost thoughts on his face.

Euclidean, who was contemplated, looked at Eve with frightened eyes.

"Hey, are you going to say it?!”

My voice trembled and I almost cried. Eve felt weak, wondering if it was too
much against a child.

I stroked my head to reassure him and said tenderly.

"If you apologize and promise to use only nice words, I'll keep it a secret.”

"Sa, I apologize. I'm sorry. I won't do that again."

"Yeah."

Euclidean became rapidly meek as if he had ever been rude.

"It must be scarier than anything else in the world to go into your mother's
ears."

Feeling Euclidean desperation, Eve somehow felt uncomfortable. I didn't feel

at all when I threatened Derek or Stephania. I am determined to shake it off.

"I'm gonna have to feed you some snacks later.’

Today's morning doorstep was the Safire Hall.

As soon as I entered the colorful space decorated with dark blue, there was a
person who welcomed me.

"Eve, Yuka. I've been waiting. Come on, guys."

A young man with platinum hair behind his neck like a horse mane. He was
Rubio, who leads to the royal big brotherhood.

Rubio had a caring personality, but he was tired because he was a tactless
talker.

"Hello, brother.”

"What a bummer, brother. Can I call you brother? Rosie said that."

I almost said, 'Hope for the best'. When Eve was silent to crack down on her
mouth, Rubio expressed his disappointment.

"He's been escorting you since your debut. You're being so hard on me
because I have an undercover article?"

"I owe you so much."

"You're a cutie."

Rubio grumbled, sitting with his legs crossed.

"I've seen a lot of younger sisters, except Rosie, acting cute...…

"Act cute?"

Bridgette, who had just entered alone, laughed at Pic.

And then jagged at Euclidean.

"Yuka."

It was the same as an order to show off aegyo.

Although it was intended to teach Rubio, the arrow of insult turned to Aman
Euclidean.

Episode 83

It was time for Euclidean to bite his lip. Eve stepped up to evoke the fierce
atmosphere.

"See, brother.

What should I do when Yuka can't do it either? If you really want to see it,
can you teach me by hand? I can't learn from Rosie, the empress under my
hand."

"He, hmm. I'm sorry. I won't do that anymore, so stop it."

"Yes, brother.”

The atmosphere is relaxed. Euclidean looked at Eve with a surprising look.

After arriving as far as Stephania, Desmond II emerged shortly thereafter.

Five people, including Eve, greeted each other as if in chorus.

"I see Abama, the sun of Hadelamid."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't stand there with your legs hurt and have a seat. "Oh,
there's Eve today."

Desmond II discovered Eve.

I had a lovely eye.

"Are you feeling better now that you were surprised by the hunting contest?
Don't push yourself too hard and relax."

"It was two weeks ago, Abamama. I showed you a healthy appearance last
week at the door-to-door greeting, and I'm so nervous that you're worrying
about me."
"Just because I'm healthy doesn't mean I'm mentally well. You were bound by
a dragon. What if there's an aftereffect? Alchemy, magic, all in spirit.

Isn't that a real uplift? You have to take care of your mind as well as your
body."

"My father's warm teachings, I'll engrave them in my heart."

There was a warm conversation between father and daughter. The faces of
the watching royal families were shocked.

What's that?’

It's because I've never seen Desmond II like a caring father.

Desmond II's favorite child was Rosenite in name and reality.

But the love affair with Rosenit borders on watching for loveliness and
giving a reward.

It was not like Desmond II to ask after Eve and give her advice.

"Will you take out the stone that instilled the magic of stability?"

Even when Desmond II said so, Bridgette bit the flesh in his mouth. This is
because I remembered that I couldn't even bring up the story of Ma Jung-
seok.

"Safe magic is something I can use. I will do my best to think that taking care
of myself is also a task from my father. Don't worry, Dad."

"One, one, too."

Desmond II's face was so proud to see Eve.

Bridgette's cold-lit walls froze further over time.

Stephania, who was panicking, tried to change the subject.

"Well, I was worried about Eve. I still can't sleep when I think of Eve, who
was dazed in front of Galamut's ideological body during the first hunt."

"Yes, it's terrible to imagine Eve being angry."

"In fact, isn't Betty's contribution to Eve's safe and sound? Betty's quick
judgment at the time reduced the damage."

With Michael's presence erased, attention was drawn to praising Brigitte.

Stephania winked at Euclidean to help you.

"Hey, that's right. I saw it, too. Betty Nun has built a defense in the back to
get the Bres."

"I've heard about it."

Desmond II's reply was uninspiring, but Stephania did not give up.

"It was like a real maroon was being repelled. Betty thinks she's a good
commander, too."

"……well, really?"

Desmond II decided to take the lead at least once for Stephania, who was
struggling.

"That must have been a pretty good experience, Betty."

"Yes, my father."

Finally, in good shape, Bridgette was able to get attention.

Rubio, who read Desmond II's mind, accepted the conversation.

"I remember, too. I was impressed by Betty's leadership."

"As expected, the big brother watched Betty's performance. Wasn't it really
determined and wonderful?"
"Well, well, I suppose so."

"Right? Even against a real maroon, Betty was likely to win."

"Oh, my God. What do you mean a real maroon? You're making a scary
assumption, Nia.

"I'm sorry, brother. But I don't think we should just turn a blind eye to fear."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll run out of galamut soon. I have to be prepared.”

After a long pause, the main point finally came out.

Stephania's efforts to bring the subject to this point may seem hypothetical,
but Bridgette gave him a scolding, let alone praise.

"Nia, stop it. My father doesn't like to talk about policy at the door."

It was then,' said Desmond II, lifting up a teacup.

"It's all right, keep going."

Desmond II's permission was dropped. At the moment, the corner of

Bridgette's mouth drew a line.

Eve, who saw this, swallowed a sigh.

'Sister, you're laughing so meanly. Are you so excited about printing me?’

In the first episode of his life, the subject that blinded Eve came to the
surface.

The time had finally come to deal with what had been suspended on the first
day of regression.

Stephania said.
"The price of stone in circulation has gone through the roof due to a decrease
in the amount of stone mining. There's no sector where materials or fuel don't
come to a head, so at this rate, prices are going to soar out of control."

"So you want to develop a new magic mine?"

"Yes."

Stephania said only what a 10-year-old would know.

This was designed to allow Bridgette to show off his ability.

As expected, Bridgette dug into it pretending to be sharp.

"My dad, I was just as concerned about prices as Nia was. I think politics
exists for the sake of the economy. So isn't stabilizing the economy the most
important thing in Obama's reign?"

Today, Bridgette again decorated the opening with a fine-grained theorem.

"Yes, Betty, you have a good grasp of the nature of politics."

"I'm glad to hear that my findings resemble his heart. So can I just say a little
more about the decline in the amount of Ma Jeongseok mining?"

"Tell me."

"First of all, we need to increase the amount of low-level homunculus labor

in the short term to help stabilize prices. And if it doesn't completely stop
inflation, it's going to keep it in check to a certain extent."

"Yes, it'll be a waste of time."

"Yes, this time should be spent in the long run forming a sub-base with
intermediate door clues. As long as the Ma Jeongseok is made through the
crystallized body of the Ma-ryong, eventually we have to get rid of Maryong
and develop a new Ma Jeong-gwang. There's a rod-class maryong sleeping
in the north, so we can do the tovaljeon whenever we're ready.
What do you think?"

"That's a good judgment. Jim also knows that the solution to this problem is
bound to end up in some way in the struggle against Maryong."

Desmond II responded positively to Bridgette's comments.

Bridgete used this as an opportunity to attack and grabbed Eve's hair.

"Yves, why don't you tell me what you think?"

There was a murky glow of anticipation in the cold wall.

I could read clearly what he wanted to do to take the side of Homunclus

quickly and beat Desmond II.

'The turning point of life is back,' Bridgette urged more openly, while Eve
was feeling the emotion.

"For generations, we, the Hadelamid Empire, have enjoyed prosperity

through the Homunculus. This time again, they have to show their noble
loyalty.

I think it's time. Of course, you're in favor of developing a new light mine,
aren't you?"

Everyone's eyes were on Eve, who held the teacup in both hands and sipped
it. Desmond II also seemed to expect an answer.

What should I hesitate about? Eve, who put down the teacup, smiled and
said.

"I think it's fair to say that we need to develop a new mine."

"……I agree?"

"Yes, he said so. It's something I have to do one day."

"That's... that's not like you."

Bridgete's eyes shook.

Eve's years of support for Homunclus have been so long that she didn't even
doubt the results.

Eve looked back on Desmond II. Now it was her turn to bring up the words
she had prepared.

"Betty said very well about short-term solutions and long-term solutions.

Then I'd like to tell you a mid-term solution that will come in the meantime.”

"Hmm? Eve, you have a solution? What is it?”

"In fact, we've found a way to get a yardstick right now without going into a
war of reprisals."

"What••••••?!"

The audience was shocked. Even Desmond II opened his eyes.

Then the sound of putting down the teacup rang out loud from Bridgette's
side.

"Where did you lie...…!”

"It's not a lie."

Eve cut off her horse in a display of displeasure.

No matter how much you know about the future, you have to find evidence by
Eve's hand to support your claim.

So she stayed up all night in her office yesterday, not even being stuck in the
library.

But it wasn't a lie, I didn't a lie.

Eve raised her right hand and began writing in light ink in the air. He wrote
down the names of various historical, geographical and military documents
he had looked through until yesterday.

"According to my research, during the Galamut uprising, there was an air

war.

In the middle of the day, Galamut's tail fell off the ground."

"What, is it true?”

"Yes, I'm telling you because I've checked it over and over again and I've
been convinced. It is likely that the tail crystallized in the place where it fell,
forming a separate magic light from the main body. Based on 56

books and 237 records that I've looked at so far yesterday, the most likely
location is the Zelcatos Canyon. It's not that far from Galamut's Majeong
mine.”

In his last life, he was a madman accidentally found by a distressed traveler.

At that time, the development was not carried out because its existence was
belatedly known after the Maeryong Rebellion. However, now the value of
this tiny light is astronomical and there is no reason not to develop it.

"It's worth checking.

First, all the literature you've seen to my office...…

Desmond II, who had been agonizing for a while, changed his words.

"No, I believe. We need to organize an expedition right now. Hey, boss!

Prepare for the Supreme Council now and convene the deputies!"

Desmond cried out loudly. Then he looked back at Eve and asked questions
with excitement.

"Do you have any guesses about the reserves?"

Episode 84

"Compared to the size of the main body and the tail that fell apart, the bird's
eye is believed to have buried a stable stone that can be used for about 10
years."

"If it's true, it's great! The burden of the fight against the oppression will be
greatly reduced.”

"The better news is that the reserves are based on current consumption. If the
Tower and the Imperial Alchemy Association are working to improve the
efficiency of the use of the stone, they can use the same reserves longer.

It might be. Furthermore, after developing other horsecrafts, you will benefit
from increased efficiency technology. Perhaps the faithful will praise
Abamama for his achievements."

"Yeah, yeah. That's a really good idea. Let's do that. Hey, boss! Call the
owner of the ivory tower and the head of the Imperial Alchemy Association!"

At this point Eve said with her eyes down.

"Thank God you're in a hurry to explore. Recently, there are people who
hoard Ma Jeong-seok, so I heard that they are doing harm to the distribution
price. We shouldn't give them time to respond."

"What, are there such reprehensible people? Tell them to monitor the
distribution route more thoroughly now!"

At this rate, the Marquis of Chansley will face a severe deficit.

Bridgette's cold walls were blazing fiercely at the risk of funding.

Yves and Rose!

Even with his fierce eyes, Eve only savored the scent of tea.

Desmond II rose from his seat.

"You've had a good time. Jim's got to get up because he's busy."

"Yes, Dad."

It was when everyone said hello politely, giving examples.

Desmond II's gray-blue eyes were stuck in Eve.

"And Eve, you follow the Supreme Council. There's a lot you have to say on
this issue."

"I'll obey your orders, Dad."

Eve glanced at the trembling Bridgethe and leisurely followed Desmond II.

And that day, meetings continued in the Imperial Palace from morning to
dawn.

While Desmond II met all sorts of nobles in a tight schedule, Eve sat closest
to the throne and faced them together.

And it was natural that this image of Eve impressed the nobles.

Of course, location wasn't the only thing Eve got on the day. After a long
political conference, she was finally able to face the consequences she
wanted.

"The Seven Empress, Ivien Rose Chloe Hadelamid, is appointed as the head
of the exploration of the Zelcatos Gorge."

Eve's first dispatch was done by Hwang Myung. It was a really fancy debut.

Chapter 18. Passing through the great city where the lower Homunclus town
warp portal is set up, to Baroness Parnello.

A large and colorful wagon that did not suit the rural landscape was on the
move with about 20 people.
Emerald-colored wagons painted with pearl dyes, which are popular these
days, were engraved with the symbol of the seventh yellow woman. It was
Eve's carriage.

Eve leans leisurely against the couch, being waited on by Fiony.

Opposite her was Alben leaning against the wall, his complexion parched by
a long wagon trip.

Fioni felt sorry for Alven like that.

"I didn't know Redmon could not ride a horse, Your Highness.

"Yeah, that's a surprise."

"Your Highness was merciful, so I would have been relieved if I didn't allow
the carriage. I should at least thank you for the Redmon spirit."

"Hua, Hwang-gong...I do, Your Grace, in fact, Alven was a little bitter.

He hated the Redmon estate, which smelled like cow dung, so he climbed up
to the Yellow Island and became a caretaker.

But yesterday, suddenly, a rumor came down that he was chosen as the
Galamut Tail Search Team, and Eve dragged him out to the can.

Eve thoughtfully understood Alven's mind.

"Don't be so hard on me, Fioni. I was the one who forced him to put him on
the expedition because I needed Redmon's powers."

I also said a word to Albene.

"You said you'd let me know how much I trust you. It is my credibility to be
with you on this assignment. It may be a difficult journey, but I look forward
to your kind cooperation."

"Laughing, Your Highness!"

As if he had gotten motion sickness, Alven straightened his waist and his
brown eyes glowed brightly.

"Your Majesty."

Michael's voice was heard from outside the carriage. Fioni quickly removed
the cloth from the window.

"I've come into Baroness Penello's estate. At this rate, we'll be at Baroness
by late afternoon."

"It'll take a few more hours."

The Panello estate was the closest nobleman to the Galamut Majeonggwang
and Zelkatos Gorge.

Andres, Baroness Panello, was also a clerk in charge of managing the

imperial lands, including the Galamut Ma Jeonggwang.

Therefore, it was a natural decision for Baroness Panello to be responsible

for accommodating and supporting the mission of the expedition led by the
empress.

The number of people currently performing Eve is just over 20.

First of all, Fioni was with him to wait on Eve.

Sedella remained at the palace because she had to act as deputy imperial
while Eve was away.

Ryan and Hugh had Sedella assist.

The escort was, of course, accompanied by Michael, the immediate knight.

This is my first assignment, Eve, accompanied by Count Hosen Sanchez of

the protocol department.

Ben Redmon was named by Eve himself.

Twenty wizards were dispatched from the ivory tower as a full-fledged
search force.

They were led by a senior wizard named Natasha Emrik.

It was a simple party that put in only the necessary manpower. It was
possible because the travel time was reduced to less than a day thanks to the
ultra-long warp portal.

Eve asked Michael outside the window.

"I want to go all the way to Namseok, is there anyone who needs a break?”

"Since earlier, Count Sanchez has been complaining of a sore hip. It's exactly
after Redmon's funeral in your carriage."

Alven crumpled his face when he heard Hosen Sanchez's name.

"Let's just go!"

"You hear me? Let's just go."

Michael drove away with a yes answer.

Alven said with a unhappy face.

"The Count of Sanchez. He was found guilty of breach of trust and bribery,
but he was not punished. Your back stomach must be very strong."

"If you look further, you might find the name of Marquis Chansley, Betty's
cash cow, or the Marquis Lamecal, her maternal cousin.”

Bridgete would never want a new stable mine to be discovered.

Eve's contribution, and the plunge in the price of Ma Jeong-seok, which

Chansley's top hoard, are serious threats to her.

Bridgette was expected to put someone in the way.

"But Betty planted it in the protocol section, of course, Count Sanchez.’

It was a very naughty thing.

Eve pointed out Alven, who had a history of watering Hosen Sanchez once.

Sure enough, Alven was laughing meanly in front of him.

"Whoa, Count Sanchez. I wish I had been dealt with with with justice. Now
that this has come to pass, this will be your grave.…

Alven was such a reliable servant.

At that time, Panello overwrites.

The users were busier than ever to face the soon-to-be imperial lady and the
search party.

A maid found a woman with black hair stalking from a distance while
moving a vase.

She's a sharp-eyed beauty, a sleek leather dress, and her side.

Rie was carrying a rather fierce looking leather whip.

"Oh, Lord Velcram."

"Good work, Lena."

The name of the woman with black hair is Cadeline Velcram.

As general manager of the Galamut Majeongseok Mining Plant, he was

responsible for squeezing homunculus at the scene.

Usually, the position of general manager of mining sites is a short-term

appointment of two years, so the rotation is fast.
This is because it is not usually difficult to exploit Homunclus to meet the
imperial requirements.

But she has proved how effective she is by defending the ownership of the
leather whip, the symbol of the general manager, for five years.

Kardellin was now looking for her lord.

"What about you, Baron?"

"Stay in the office."

"Thank you."

Kardellin walked fast across the hall.

And without knocking, I opened the door to the office.

Episode 85

"Barroness Panello!

"No, you scared me. Lord Velcram."

Baron Andres Panello, a beautiful young man looking at the documents,

shook his shoulders.

Instead of sweeping down his startled chest, he wiped his one-eyed glasses
and greeted Kadelin.

"What's the matter, Lord Velcram? Why are you so angry again?"

"I heard the royal family is coming to see Ma Jeong-gwang again?"

"I've heard that the main mission is to explore the Zelcatos Canyon. But
while you're at it, I'm sure you'll have a look around."
In response to Andres' response, Kadelin gritted his teeth.

"How much will you squeeze this time?"

"Ma, watch your language, Lord Velcram."

"You know, the only thing the royal family cares about is Ma Jeong-seok. I
don't even think of the horrors of the scene. Appearance I don't care about
Homunclus getting drunk!”

"Oops……

Andres also groaned because he had nothing else to say.

In fact, Rubio, the first prince who recently visited as part of his public
activities, said that.

It was a one-dimensional statement to make the emperor happy by increasing

the working hours of Homunclus as the emperor's woes are deep over the
reduction of mining volume.

For Rubio, the hard labor-wearing homunculus, the poor conditions of their
area, and the floor of the depleted open-air mine were already dug up to 500
meters away.

Andres also had a strong sigh from the inside.

But once he had to comfort Kadelin and watch his speech as a homeowner
and a superior.

"The main goal of this visit is a new horse.

It's a spot search, so you'll focus on it. And this time you're coming is neither
the 3rd Empress nor the 1st Prince. My wife has written and told me a lot
about the character of Her Majesty the 7th. Perhaps Her Majesty VII is a
little different.”

"Yes, it would be different. He beat his brothers and sisters and took on a
major dispatch mission. How vicious can you be to win over even the 3
empress who can't squeeze the homunculus?”

"Oh, please... Don't cover your words...…

Almost crying, I ordered, but Catherine listened with her ears.

She had no intention of changing the perception of the royal family with a few
of her boss's missing admonitions.

Kardellin spoke bitterly.

"Whether they succeed or fail in discovering the new Ma Jung-gwang, the

imperial family will further exploit the homunculus of the old Ma Jung-
gwang."

"Yeah, it's not a day or two that increasing labor is considered a short-term
solution king."

"If you don't find a new magic mine, it'll get worse. We have to do something
to make sure that we can go back to the Yellow Island."

"Sigh

It was then, with knocks, a heavy old butler broke the news.

"The 7th Empress's expedition will be here soon. Now you have to pick me
up."

Andres lifted a body as heavy as his heart from his chair.

"I'm coming to greet the VIP.”

Under Baroness Parnello's command, the baroness treated Eve's party with
great care.

The Warp Portal says it's drastically reduced travel time, but the Panello
estate is.
Being in a remote place, I spent quite a long time traveling the countryside
with wagons and horses.

I decided to take off my travel today and start my mission tomorrow.

Baroness and his wife invited key figures to dinner.

Eve and Alven, Count Hossen Sanchez and the superior wizard Natasha
Emrik sat around the dinner hall.

Catherine, the baron's vassal and subordinate secretary, was also allowed a
seat.

Eve was served at the top of the table.

The dish served by Baroness' chef was a duck dish that was steamed with fig
and wine.

Every bite, I felt a deep taste in the juices and sweet yet pungent sauce that
burst out.

"Do you like the food, Your Grace?"

"I can see how much effort the baroness put in to serve me, ma'am."

Baroness Linlithia Panello and Eve were meant to be Rosenite's birthday

banquet.

The conversation naturally began with the socialization of the two.

"Your Highness, I am truly honored to serve you in the estate of Panello."

"I, for one, didn't expect to be reunited with my wife like this in the first
dispatch."

"I know, Your Highness."

"I think our relationship is special."

"Oh, my God."

While hiding the fact that the meeting was designed from the banquet, I
satisfactorily watched the romantic light come to Linlisha's eyes.

"Mrs. Ma'am, I received a letter saying that the embankments and measures
of the land had been refurbished.

Yes, I wanted to write it down and send it to you, but I'm here in personally.

"In the meantime, the piers and sewage systems have been well-established
to last for the next 100 years. After all this preparation, I'm looking forward
to the 50-year cycle of flooding."

"I'm relieved that the Baroness is so confident. Baronesses will get away
with this rainy season.”

"All thanks to your care."

Eve and Linlithia's cordial conversation relaxed the table.

Andres, the lord of the castle, was deeply relieved and belatedly tried to
have a bite of duck meat.

Then Cabelin, who had no time to worry about my superior's indigestion,

stepped in.

"The 7th Empress is so interested in taking care of the people's lives, as a

servant.

I don't know what to do."

Andres' face turned pale.

Eve also felt her intervention was a bit out of the blue and gave a curious
look.

"What about you?"

"Hello, Cabelin Velcram. I'm the general manager in charge of the Ma Jung-
kwang scene."

"Oh, the general manager of the scene?”

Eve's amber eyes were filled with lice. I've heard of her, who has held a
general managerial position for an exceptional long time.

Most of them were content that gave Eve a good impression.

So Eve waited in favour for Kardellin's next comment.

Kardellin opened her mouth, suppressing her boiling antipathy from her
stomach.

"I'm going to take a grain of waves out of an open-air mine.

It's hard to expect significant results when squeezed. So why don't you throw
away the cards that bear little fruit for your efforts, and concentrate on the
huge discovery of a new light during your stay? The discovery of a new Ma
Jung-kwang is what is needed for the real people's livelihood. If you do this,
the people will praise you."

"Hmm••••••?"

It meant that the government should dig a gorge instead of approaching the
existing Galamut Majeonggwang.

Eve narrowed her eyes and smiled as if she had seen her inside transparent.

"Be, Be, Lord Velcram. Oh, please."

Andres made a face that he wanted to shut Cabelin's mouth right away.

Cabelin and her old friend Lin Lysia also smiled, but the knife in her right
hand was reversed.

It was when the Baron couple and his wife were so restless. There was a
violent reaction from an unexpected direction.
"That's not going to work!"

shouted the man reminiscent of a mean Dwarf He was the Count of Hosen
Sanchez.

"We need to establish short-term measures first. First, stop by the mine and
squeeze the homunculus...No, it's time to take a look and move on to the mid-
term measures!"

"Who's going to order by period?

Is it? The order is determined by importance. It's right to focus on something

that's rewarding."

"Isn't it already decided that short-term solutions will give us time to move
on to the next one? We have to go to the mining site first."

"I don't know what I'm trying to do, do I? You have to go to the canyon first.”

"Start with the mine!"

"Starting with the ravine!"

Kardellin and Hossen were busy wrapping themselves around an

unspeakable cause.

"In front of you, Your Highness. Everybody's quiet."

Linlithia cautioned against acts of impolite.

Natasha, the superior wizard of the ivory tower}, who had been quiet so far,
said a word.

"Why are you two fighting over something weird? I'm sure you'll do it in
parallel."

Even though it was obvious, there was a sense of dismay on the faces of
Kadelin and Hosen.
It was worth knowing how much they were risking their lives or their lives.

Eve took a sip of Shangria and took Natasha's words.

"Yes, I'll first look around the canyon tomorrow, finish the necessary
foundation work, and then I'll look at the Galamut open air."

Cadeline's expression of despair was pitiful.

Eve wanted to reassure her, but sadly, there were many ears to listen to,
including Hosen.

Eve raised her chin and spoke in a royal manner.

"I, too, support Betty's opinion as a member of the imperial family. I've also
been entrusted with a mission to increase the productivity of the

existing Ma Jung-kwang in the short term while performing this search

mission. My father believed in me and was willing to gloss over me.”

At this point Eve made the coldest face she could make.

"Increasing mining is a matter of relying entirely on the labor of Homun

Kluss. So we're going to make sure he's happy by sifting through any gaps or
waste in the Homuncruce management system."

Catherine dropped her head at Eve's declaration.

'Oh...! You're all wrong.

Soon after, Albene also joined.

"Oh, squeezing thoroughly is my specialty. I'll do my best to assist you, Your

Grace."

"I believe you, Young-sik. Squeeze it very tight."

Eve and Alven showed off their conspicuous despicable relationship.

Catherine, who knew nothing, bit her lip and suffered.

The next day, Eve led a group of people except Alven to Zelcatos Canyon.

The Zelkatos Gorge, nicknamed "The Divide of the World," was famous for
its deep, dark cracks like a low-rise gang.

Natasha and about 20 other wizards went underground at a depth of one

kilometer.

And from the end of the canyon, a mana search golem was set up.

Dozens of golem shaped like white cubes spread spores throughout the
canyon.

Ma Jeong-seok was a gem with a mana condensed.

It thus disrupts the normal mana currents and interferes with the magic that is
being challenged around it.

Of course, the farther away the distance was, the weaker it was. Manna
Search Golem is used in the Imperial Palace.

It was designed to maximize manna detection in the surveillance golem, and

to signal weak reactions.

Eve did not descend to the bottom of the canyon, but was on top.

I watched the vast canyon under the blue sky and talked to Natasha.

"There's never been any reported phenomenon in the vicinity of a madman.

If you look at such things, they'll be buried in a very deep canyon wall.”

"Yeah, how many curious wizards on the continent have you tried flying
magic here? That means there's not a lot of interference."
"With all due respect, Her Majesty is the one who walks in Mado, so I like
the way we talk."

"I like that you speak softly."

Eve was bossy because she was here as the chief executive.

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Natasha went on to explain.

"The exploratory golem reacts delicately to manna, but it takes some time for
this to happen. We're going to measure it by moving around every hour."

"Well, yeah."

The scope of the search golem's cover was about 50 meters, so it was only
moving that much.

Even if I worked tirelessly, it was only a kilometer or so a day of searching.

The length of the Zelkatos canyon...

It was a staggering speed, considering that it was 40 kilometers.

"And under the canyon, there's a lot of marshals.

It's going to take more time because we have to do both the subversive
work."

In the continuing negative reports, some people couldn't manage their facial
expressions properly.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

"Why are you so happy, Count Sanchez?"

"Oh, no, it's not, Your Grace!"

Natasha, who watched quietly, frowned at Hosen. I felt it from the first
impression, but it seemed like he would only disturb me.

Natasha, who swallowed a sigh, turned to Eve again. The Hwangnyeo, who
is still a girl, was busy looking at the map to see if she could not feel Hosen's
malice.

Natasha pointed to a spot on the map with her index finger to pinpoint her
current location. It was the eastern starting point of the canyon.

"It's a shame that we don't know exactly where the store is, other than the
Gelcatos Canyon. If you're unlucky, it could be well over a month."

"Well, let's go step by step. Especially on the day of the repulsions."

Eve responded kindly to the idea of having to vacate the palace for a month.
Natasha admired the composure.

A man who can lay the foundation for power.

Is it okay to give up all the religious seasons?'

It's a little sad to justify the exploitation of homunculus, but I didn't expect
much about it because that's what imperial people are usually like.

"A man cannot be perfect.’

In fact, however, Eve knew exactly where Ma Jeong-seok was buried.

It was about a quarter east of my memory. Maybe 10 to 15 days. It's not a bad
time.’

Eve rolled up the map and returned it to Natasha.

"I'll stop by every day to check. I want you to report every little detail."

It was when Eve turned his back on the wagon. Hosen stirred his hands in a
hurry.
"Well, I'll stay here and watch the scene, Your Grace."

"Whatever."

Eve gave a light permission. Natasha didn't want to but shut up.

Michael came closer.

"I'll take you to Baroness, Your Highness."

"No."

Eve shook her head.

"Contact Lord Velcram. I'm going to the mine."

Eve's mischievous smile spread over her face as she recalled Cadeline, who
must be suffering from Alven by now.

Lapis, a village adjacent to the Galamut open-air mine.

Unlike its beautiful name, it was a barren village built by clearing

wildernesses.

The whole area of the village was devastated, from the open-air mars to the
Zelkatos Canyon.

The reason is that this area was the final showdown with Galamut. The land
contaminated by Maryong's breath and various attack spells still needed rest.

The village had no special facilities except for the central well. The houses
were clinging together without order, so the streets were winding and
narrow.

Walking through the village, Alven diligently teased his hand with a quill
pen.
"Well, you put straws and snowflakes on the walls of the house without any
foundation work. It's an architectural style that we only saw on farms more
than 200 years ago.

"We don't call it architecture. It's just poverty."

Kadelin, who was guiding the village, replied bitterly. It was hard to put up
with glorifying the poor environment.

"Well, well, yeah."

Alven was busy writing the report, so he passed on Kardellin's words

halfheartedly.

Before they knew it, the two men's steps reached an open space of an
ambiguous size to call the square.

In the middle of the vacant lot was a fairly spacious rectangular stone well.
Alven looked around and wrote something busily.

"I guess it's a well that solves drinking water. Do more than a thousand
homunculus depend on this well?"

"Yes, there are other sources of water. It's a long way off and a few years
ago.

Since then, strong marshals have settled there and cannot access it. I really
hope that's settled."

"Well, these homuncloos are not all fighting, they're part of the labor force,
so it's hard to defeat them. Anyway, there's only one drinking water source,
you mean. Apparently, it's just too much to drink. Only."

"Yeah, so when it rains, you have to get rainwater, and when there's a severe
drought, you use tree sap to fix it.

There are always a lot of thirsty people in town. Moisture is so important to

those who work hard.…
"Yes, yes, I see. Well noted."

Alven answered half-heartedly and stuck his face in the paper. Kadelin
looked at him with a sickening eye.

"You don't have compassion? You're a bloody, tearless government

employee!’

Quite a lot of time has passed while exploring the village. The shadows of
Alven and Cadeline were quite elongated.

Deng... Deng...

Just in time, a huge bell rang to announce the end of the labor time.

"Now the homuncloos are coming back to town. Dinner will be served.”

"I'll have to look over there, too."

Kadelin and Alven went to the village entrance. I noticed a long procession
of returning homunculus.

Albene found something unusual.

"You're all white-haired, aren't you?"”

Homunclues, who are in charge of labor in Ma Jeong-gwang, cannot take off

the manna circuit restraint.

This is because if magic is used in the Majeong mine, a major accident can
occur, as if a fire was thrown into oil.

It was a famous fact that the color of Homunclus's head would change if it
suppressed its vast mana with restraints for a long time.

Homunclues in mining sites, which have never untied restraints in their lives,
have completely lost their pigments.
"I can't even run away with my hair cut like an old man. We'll be caught in a
minute."

Looking at Alven speaking with interest, Kadelin showed his anger.

"Look at your facial expression, not your hair color. Can't you see that you're
struggling with hard work?"

"Oh, that's not a blank face, that's a tough look. Homunclus didn't have a face,
so I was going to do that's why he didn't want to do."

"Ha, that's enough. Let's not talk."

Kadelin went to the place where the food was distributed, looking like an
insect. He then joined the project of scooping porridge into a large cauldron.

"Thank you, Kadelin...…

The homuncloos greeted each other and took their porridge. Contrary to
public prejudice, the relationship between supervisor and laborer looked
good.

It was time for Kardellin to be absorbed in food. Albene peered into the pot,
kneading next to him.

"What a homelike porridge."

"Yes, two types of rye and oatmeal come from the imperial family every
week. It comes without threshing, so I make porridge and eat it. Not only the
threshing machine, but there's no oven, no one to bake.”

"Well, it tastes good and surprisingly good...… what do you chew, beans?"

"Yes, it's not provided by the imperial family, and Baroness Panello sends it
once a month because she's worried about the nutritional status of the
homunculus."

Beans were a valuable protein park for those who could not eat meat.
Kadelin wept slightly with gratitude for her friend.

It was then.

"But what's taking the porridge out to the other building? There must be a lot
of people over there, are those who don't work also fed?”

It was unnecessarily observant. Catherine looked serious.

"That's where patients who need recovery rest. You have to eat well and rest
well to get back to work."

"Well, I see."

Alven took out the flag pen again. And I took notes not only with my hands
but also with my mouth.

"Giving rye porridge with beans to homuncloos who don't work..."…

Kardellin was furious and immediately wanted to pull the whip out of her
waist.

How dare you say this is the Imperial Lady's henchman! I'd like to punch that
wanker in the back ten times.！’

Then Alven looked at the whip as if he had felt something. Alven said to her,
who was tingling.

"That's a nice whip is nice. You're gonna slap the homoon kloos with that?"

"Oh, no, I'm not! It's just a symbol of the general manager."

"A symbol?"

"Even now that lock-down magic has become commonplace, it's like a
maid's symbol is a key package."

"Aha, it's a product of the old days."

Kadelin explained to remove Alven's misunderstanding and prejudice.

"Homunklus is infused with obedience to the imperial family and does his
job honestly. You don't have to use a whip."

"You don't whip. Then what does Lord Velcram usually do?”

"We look at the labor and life of the homunculus, and we manage the storage
and shipment of the mined marbles. If you don't meet your mining quota for
the month, explain why, and make sure you don't meet mine quota for the next
month.

It's about negotiating so that the volume can be adjusted to the situation."

Alven stopped writing and looked at Catherine and said.

"I've heard that since Lord Velcram took over as general manager, the number
of homoon clues who died has decreased a lot. Thanks to that, I have a lot of
leeway in the labor force. Thanks to your contribution at that time, even
though the mining volume of Ma Jeongseok has been sluggish since last year,
you have not been dismissed from your position as a general manager.”

"……you know it well?"

I didn't know that there would be an acknowledgement from Alven's mouth.

Kardellin was in a bit of a daze.

At that time, another field manager approached Catherine and reported.

"Cardellin, the 7th Empress is on her way to the Majeungseok mine."

"I've got to go.”

Kadelin handed the ladle to Alven on impulse.

"Good luck with your food, Young-sik."

Kadelin left, hoping that this hard-nosed government official would have a
heart of service and sympathy.

Galamut open-air maniac.

The super-giant dragon Galamut died when he fell into a huge lake during an
aerial battle. So Galamut's Majeonggwang was created by filling the lake,
and Majeongseok Mining was made up of digging underground.

The current depletion of the Gala Mutma light was shaped like a round hole
with a diameter of 1 kilometer and a depth of more than 500 daily!ter 7}

and a size of one.

The deeper the pit, the narrower the width. The inverted cone-shaped mad
was reminiscent of a whirlpool drawn into hell.

It was even more so because it was against the backdrop of the red-colored
sky. Eve trembled her shoulders slightly, terrifyingly, and spoke of
appreciation.

"It feels like the end of the world."

"That's romantic.

To see the end of the world with her.”

Eve's heart bounced slightly today because of Michael's surprise.

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"Ah, I need you to do something with that positive digestion!"

It was time for Eve to scream inside.

Flapping!
Amber flew around sprinkling golden powder over their heads.

I was already distracted while my composure was shaking. Eve grabbed

Amber and kept her shoulders in order.

She coughed and turned the subject around pretending she didn't hear
Michael.

"I thought the ideological galamut was big, but the actual galamut was way
bigger than the comparison."

"and left behind a giant madhouse proportional to its size."

"Yes, the Galamut was the largest of all the road warriors."

It was time for the two to talk. There was a man approaching with a sign.

It was Kadelin.

"I see you, Her Majesty the Seven."

"Welcome, Lord Velcram."

"You've been watching the maddening. What do you think?"

"I got goosebumps. I knew it was big because the book said it was big, but I
think it was much bigger than I thought.”

"The reserves that have fed the Hadelamid Empire for more than 100 years
have not come for nothing."

"I spent a lot of money believing in that huge amount of reserves, and now I'm
in trouble.”

Eve took the word like a joke.

Nevertheless, Kadelin's tension, which had always had an answer in her

heart, was broken down.
She unwittingly said something inside.

"In the first place, we set the price too low. No matter how rotten the supply
is, isn't mining labor a cost? "Thanks to this, some of the subjects think that
the final seat is for nothing."

Eve opened her amber eyes wide. Because it was a familiar argument.

"That's what I said to Count Lucia de Soe?’

I remembered myself preaching that I was replacing the cost at someone's

expense.

For some reason, Eve glanced at Kardellin. Only then did Catherine realize
what she was saying.

He turned his head away, wondering if it was a bad remark in front of the
royal family.

Eve smiled quietly. She just realized that she, Michael, and Catherine were
the only ones here.

"Sir Velcram."

"Yes, Her Majesty."

"In fact, there was something I wanted to say at yesterday's dinner.

"What is……?"

There were more than one or two stabs, so Kadelin's throat was dry.

Eve said.

"You can trust me. I'm on the same side.”

So far, no one has ever said that in front of Catherine.

Cadeline's eyes shook greatly at incomprehensible words.

Catherine's expression seemed to require more explanation, but Eve smiled
without a word.

Eve is again the face of the solemn empress. In an instant, the atmosphere
was ventilated.

"Then let's go to town. Please show me around."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Kardellin led the way toward Lapis with a somehow bewitched walk.

When I arrived at the village, the meal time was almost over.

Homunculus lined up to return the wooden porridge bowl.

They looked at the two strangers who came with Catherine with weary eyes.

When homuncloos leave the camp after being graded, they hold a ceremony
of loyalty oath that obeys the blood of all Hadelamids.

And from that point on, I vaguely recognize the royal family.

They were wary that Eve, the first royal family they saw, might harm them.

The royal family was bound to carry their knights everywhere like
ornaments.

Homunculus also paid attention to Michael, who must be of his own kind.

Michael, who was born to be king, always sprayed strange pressure that only
Homunclus could feel around him.

"The 7th Empress. Everyone, say hello."

The homunculus knelt with a wooden bowl in their hands at Kadelin's words.

The bowing head touched the floor.

An example of slavery.

It was the same thing Michael did in front of Desmond II when he held an
oath of allegiance ceremony. His purple eyes darkened.

"Come on, get up. Never mind, do what you're doing."

Eve's voice was very low. Her eyes were as dark as Michael's.

"It's worse than I thought.’

Eve looked around in circles.

At a glance, the village looked miserable, as if it had to be run immediately.

Rye porridge, which even poor people don't eat well in the Yellow Island
these days, was a staple food for Homunculus.

Four or five people had to gather and rest in a small, shabby one-room house.

Health and nutrition seemed to be bad, and his eyes were dark as if he had
given up his life in the hopeless reality.

Eve took a deep breath without realizing it.

The smell of despair was more likely to paralyze the lungs than the smell of
stale filth.

"Your Grace, are you all right?"

"It's okay."

Michael was alert to Eve's condition.

Eve was able to calm down to some extent just by listening to his
apprehensive voice.

Eve came to her senses and erased her expression. There were many other
caretakers in the village besides Kadelin.
There was nothing strange about who became the eyes and ears of political
opponents.

In this case, he had to show his determination as a member of the royal

family who has been exploiting Homunclus for a long time.

Around that time, a strong support group appeared to help Eve.

"Your Highness!"

"Redmon food."

Alven ran in front of Eve in a month.

He presented Eve with a report he wrote today exploring the town of Lapis.

"Your Grace, I've been working on ways to increase the efficiency of mining
sites."

"Foreign food, of course. Let's take a look."

It was a subject that everyone had to listen to.

Field officials glanced at Eve and Alven's side while working on the bowl
collection.

Kardellin, meanwhile, looked half worried and half-anticipated.

You said you were on the same side. Can I put my hopes up?'

Around that time Eve looked at the cover of the report. The title of the
subheadings honestly said, "How to effectively exploit Homunclus."

Soon Alven opened his mouth eloquently.

"In order to achieve a strict and clean management system through self-
defense, whistleblowers are essential. Please pick some of these homunculus
and put on the armband. Homunclus knows best about Homunclus!
Soon, the armbanded homunclus will accuse them of gaps and waste that can
only be seen inside."

"Well, so you're saying we should have someone who's the main business of
accusations?

Like, a man who manages peasants instead of landowners?”

"Yes, ma'am! That's it!"

"Well, mineboard marm..."…

Eve, who had been thinking for a while, replied.

"Great. That's a great idea."

"Hah! I knew you'd say that."

Albene went on to the next explanation, expressing his innuendo.

"And not just distribute food to everyone, but to the ingredients.

Distribute it in the form of a tae, and make sure you eat different foods
according to the ingredients you have."

"Let's make a difference between labor performance and remuneration."

"Yes, homunclus has been trained to be competitive since he was in a foster

home. Fair distribution can't stimulate competition like it is now."

"Well, yeah. We have to compete. Competition is also directly linked to

productivity gains."

"That's right, so if you show them the soft taste of bread, not the rye, they'll
work harder to eat it. Honestly, homoon clus can't feel any other needs than
the desire to eat here. I'll be thrilled with rye bread and find joy in life."

"I see. I'm sure it'll be a motivation.”

Eve nodded and listened to Alven. Thanks to Alven, he was excited.

"And there's one more good thing about using this method."

"What is it?"

"You can use distributed materials as currency. We can buy and sell labor
with this."

"Aha. Not just a break for injured or sick homuncloos, can they hand over
their share of rationing materials and ask other homuncloos to work for
themselves.

"As expected, Your Grace! That's it. The part where the labor force is
punctured.

How comfortable is it for them to fill it up?”

At this point Eve pretended to ponder.

"But if we do that, the poor will continue to starve. Are you all right?"

"Hmm, what are you worried about, Your Grace? Shouldn't we just increase
the production in the short term anyway? Do you know any long-term
problems?”

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot something important. Thank you for letting me
know, Young-sik."

"Huhuhu, don't mention it."

Alven continued with pride.

"There's still more to go. Why don't you read through the report? Alven
Redmon, I've been working hard on your orders to squeeze."

"Oh, great. You're a man of talent."

Eve raised her hands and clapped as she praised her.

Eve's heatless applause spread far and wide.

This is because everyone was listening to Eve and Alven's conversation with
breathing sound.

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'Oh, no...' What did I just hear...…?’

Kardellin was almost carried away.

It was long after her spirit of shock and fear returned.

She stared at the back of Alven's head and shook her fist.

"A wicked government official who licks the feet of the royal family! Did
you get any information from me to do this?"

It was pathetic of me to expect for a while.

Kardellin struggled with anguish. She also gave Eve a look of resentment.

"Oh, my seven-year-old empress! He's evil! He's really evil! You're the one
who won the mission to beat the third empress."

Eve and Alven's conversation was heard by the homunculus around them.

Even the homuncloos, who do not show their emotions, were now in
contemplation.

They realized that the rye porridge with the beans they ate earlier was the
last supper.

Empty eyes pointed at the empty bowl in the hand.

The air of desperation hung throughout the village, as if occupied by

ideology.
Eve and Alven, however, were busy putting their heads together as if they
didn't know.

"I'm done reviewing it. It's a great plan, so we can get started right now.”

Eve immediately began issuing orders as head of the dispatch mission.

Of course, it was a far-reaching order.

"We need to build a basic facility to provide bread, not porridge. We'll set up
the mill and the oven tomorrow. Call Count Lucia de Soe and have him send
a builder and a fire contractor."

"Yes, Your Highness, I am grateful for your acceptance of my opinion!"

"While we're at it, I'd like to fix the village's shabby architecture. Put up the
door so that you can't see the dirty interior, change the roof so that there's no
bugs, and bring some seeds and seedlings so that the flowers can be planted
on the street."

"Kkk! Flower! Your Highness knows something. Administrative projects

should also be carried out in a demonstrative fashion!"

Alven raised his thumb with both hands.

Eve accepted the patronising flattery with one hand.

"I'm proud of you for your loyalty, Redmon."

"Huh, Your Highness! Please call me Alven!"

"Yes, Alven."

"I will follow you forever!"

It was such a close relationship that Michael, who was watching, was
jealous.

Eve then took an empty bowl of porridge.

I looked back at the homunculus in line with it.

And looked through it carelessly and pointed at some with his fingers.

"Hey, you. You, and you. You again."

It was when about 20 people were identified. Eve declared.

"You're mine mare. We'll start training tomorrow afternoon, so gather around
the back of town."

The chosen homuncloos bowed to a gloomy stranger.

Eve was the last to order.

"I'll stay in town for a while and supervise the situation. I want you to set up
a temporary home for me to use."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

Indeed, it was a hot propulsion like a princess spine.

Basic work began under Eve's command to exploit the mining site without
anyone stopping him.

'Oh, it's over.’

In the face of tyranny of those in power, one official was simply powerless.
Catherine swallowed tears of despair inside.

The next day, Kadelin tossed and turned all night and started the day without
a wink of sleep.

After performing his duties as a general manager in the open-air market

during the morning, he hurriedly went to the village in the afternoon, recalling
the "Mine Plate Mareum Education."

"Mare, you're like a skincare you kidding me?"’

It was clear that the Homunclus of Lapis village would be mentally squeezed
and painful.

Kardellin couldn't bear to worry about what bad things Eve might teach the
Homoon Clues. •

Her running eyes saw the entrance to the village. I'm in the middle of my hard
work, and I'm out of homunculus.

The village that should be quiet was crowded with many people today.

The 7th Empress is already renovating the town!

Under the superior, the subordinate was no less capable of performing than
the Empress.

The Luciard Architecture Corporation sent a firework builder and various

architects to Lapis Village overnight.

Building materials were also quickly sourced from nearby businesses.

"Didn't you have it ready?"

Watching the workers moving in perfect order, I even got suspicions.

The empire's construction work is carried out using the power of magic and
alchemy.

Magic was used for all works, such as digging, moving construction
materials, and building columns.

Dough, paint, bricks, etc. to be used as a bonding agent were made

immediately by alchemy on the spot with materials.

This advanced construction technology is a human being.

Not only does it take less power, but it's...

Dramatically reduce the time spent on axes

Congratulations.

Harden and dry back, time man.

Even the work of sieving was solved by aging magic.

Thus, the mill and the oven, which began construction this morning, have
already become plausible.

At this rate, the day after tomorrow at the latest, the shabby pit will be
replaced by a brick house by a week after the mill and the oven are
completed.

"Dirty war administration!"

The intentions of exploitation were too clear to happily accept the

transformation of Lapis.

Kardellin hurled her steps, swearing inwardly.

Before she knew it, Kadelin arrived in the back of a village full of weeds.

It just so happens that Eve is their henchman.

Along with Michael, Alven, and Fioni, he was beginning to teach Mareum,
frightening the homuncloos.

Kardellin hid behind a broken wall and watched the scene.

Alven took a step out and spoke like an instructor.

"From now on, we will provide special education to become dry. There are
three training items. Theory and practice of oral crop farming, charcoal-
making for winter, threshing and baking.

"The practice will be done when the mill and the oven are complete."

"•••••Huh?"
Cadeline blinked at the words that completely missed her expectations.

What, what, you're really gonna teach me that?’

I couldn't believe the good educational content of the education. But soon a
vivid education began in front of the eyes.

Alven and Fioni, who are well versed in rural life, played two pillars of
educator roles.

They passionately taught homoon clues, both cramming and field practice.

Homuncloos were also embarrassed and awkward at first, but soon devoted
to learning.

The brains of those who trained severely at the training center were
excellent, although they were judged lower. The acquisition of knowledge
was quick by virtue of that.

Eve and Michael haven't been just playing. Eve cleared the land with
gardening magic.

Sow and plant seedlings.

Meanwhile, Michael carried soil, fertilizer and water.

Kardellin watched the figure with bewildered eyes.

"What kind of labor does the empress do you know? Not even flowers, but
crops?

Then there was a possibility that popped into her head.

"Did the 7th Empress try to grow the Old Crop, not the flowers from the
beginning.’

Kadelin's mouth dropped open.

Eve and Alven's serious conversation turned Kadelin's speculation into
conviction.

"It's hard to even irrigate a well in the village, Your Grace."

"We need to find a way to bring in agricultural water to solve the shortage. It
says in the report that there is a lake nearby lake."

"There's a big lake two hours' walk away. It's higher than the village.

Make a aqueduct.

We can bring water to the West Village."

A waterway bridge was a bridge that supported the passage of water. It was
like a water pipe exposed to the sky.

"It's a five-kilometer aqueduct, and even with my personal wealth, such a

large construction requires your permission.”

"Don't worry. I'll come up with a justification, Your Grace."

"I believe you, Alven. I'll prepare Count Lucia de Soe immediately."

This made Kardellin clear that wartime administration was a blindfold.

Alas, you were indeed on the side of the homunculus.

While ashamed of the guilt of misunderstanding Eve and Alven, they were
unable to control their efforts for the Homun Club of Lapis on both sides.

It was time for Catherine to stand blankly and cry.

"Sir Velcram."

"Yes, Your Highness! ……whoops."

At Eve's call, Kadelin unknowingly answered loudly.

Eve called her with a smile.

"I knew you were hiding. Lord Agnito tipped me off.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Your Grace. Forgive my rudeness."

Kardellin quickly came out and had an example before Eve.

Eve beckoned me to get up and handed over a small note.

"Is this……?"

"May will be over soon. That's the amount of hardstone we have to mine by
the end of next week.

"What? That's much less than the amount notified at the beginning of the
month."

Kardellin asked a question in bewilderment. Eve explained the situation step

by step.

"Until then, the requirements for the marbles will be siphoned off while they
reach the ecliptic.

It was a consideration. Because mining became so easy, it was more

profitable to mine than to capture the exploitation."

"Yes…… I knew Marquis of Raimkal, the customs officer, made a lot when
Ma Jeong-seok passed through the zodiac, but……

Marquis Leimcal is Bridgette's uncle. She is a single parent of Hwang Tae-

nyeo, a strong candidate.

It was time for Kadelin to look down in anger. Eve told me the good news.

"This time, my father was furious at the corner of the corner and ordered me
to keep a close eye on the distribution route. So not only those who have
already hoarded, but also those who used to pocket their clothes, couldn't
touch the mat.”
"Ah!"

"And this time, I'm going to take turns in Hwanghwado, and I'm going to take
care of the passage of Ma Jeong-seok. I promise I won't lose any weight."

Eve immediately added.

"In fact, it doesn't really matter because we're about to develop a new mine.
But I think it's good news for Lord Velcram, where daily mining and targets
are important."

"Well, Your Grace...

Kardellin was speechless.

I lowered my head to the ground because I was embarrassed to see tears.

Eve, who was watching it pitifully, did something for Kadelin.

I wanted to do it. Eve rose from her seat and hugged Catherine.

"I'm sorry to let you know that I've been upset for the past few days. And
thank you so much for your hard work so far.”

Sometimes warm comfort was easy to break a person's heart.

Catherine burst into tears contrary to Eve's intentions, and Eve scurriedly
patted her.

It wasn't such a bad little fuss.

Episode 89

Chapter 19. Clues to Awakening.

A barracks for Eve was built in Lapis Village. The spectacular barracks took
over the front of the village entrance, dampening the homuncloos.

Eve did not return to Baroness Parnello and stayed at the barracks.
She looks at the construction site every day, helps with alchemy, dries up.

While conducting education, I even wrote a report to Desmond II.

'Alben is good at this. I can't help it because he wants me to deliver the

situation myself.’

It was a busy enough life, but Eve didn't forget to oversee the search for Ma
Jung-kwang.

Once a day, I went to Zelkatos Canyon, which takes an hour by wagon.

There Eve took advantage of her major, Golem Alchemy, to check if there
was anything wrong with the search golem.

And I was briefed on everything related to the search operation by field

wizard Natasha Emrik.

"Sir Emrik must be having a hard time with Count Sanchez these days."

Natasha didn't say it directly, but I could tell by the atmosphere.

It's not helping. It's like every day.

Natasha seemed to be troubled by Hosen, who came to the ravine and

nitpicked everything.

Unfortunately, Eve didn't intend to touch Hosen right away.

Hang in there, Sir Emrik.

Eve tied Lime Blonde's hair in ponytail and held up a quill pen.

The letters to Desmond II began to be filled with fine handwriting.

Today marks the fourth day of Eve's party's stay in the village.
The power of magic and alchemy was great. In just a few days, there was a
big change in the town of Lapis.

First of all, the mill and the joint oven have been completed.

The mill was built on the outskirts of the village. A large mill used for
threshing,

A large millstone used for grinding grain was designed to be moved by a

giant spinning wheel.

The spinning wheel was horizontal and vertical, but only the horizontal
spinning wheel could be used directly by personnel.

Alven showed Eve the design and explained it.

"We'll connect the aqueduct later and use the fall of water. It's easier to
threshing with a vertical spinning wheel."

"What a classic way."

"Yes, they do spin the wheel to the corner of the mill these days. But in Lapis,
the use of the horse's stone is prohibited, so we have no choice but to use
labor or nature."

It was absurd that Ma Jeongseok was prohibited from being used in mining
villages where Ma Jeongseok was mined. Eve sighed.

"The best way to deal with this situation is to...

Well done, Alven."

Public fireplaces were built at a considerable distance from the mill in case
of fire.

The oven was shaped like a small igloo with chimneys, and the number was
50. The pot's capacity was enough to feed all the homunculus in Lapis.
The brazier was also a conventional type of firework used in firewood, not
in stone.

Eve looked at the firewood section. Then Alven stepped in quickly again.

"I've got a water pipe on the floor. When the water becomes abundant, we
will make an open-air bath nearby and supply hot water. It'll be a great help
in the sanitation of the town."

"Yeah, bathhouse. It's a very important facility."

Eve's eyes were nostalgic as she spoke. That's understandable because she
hadn't had a proper bath in four days.

It's a place where drinking water is restricted, so I can't help it.’

There was a magic to draw water from the atmosphere. However, it would
not only take a long time to collect enough water to get into the bathtub, but it
could also adversely affect the humidity around it.

'But it's dry here, so the water's in a hair's breadth. If you use the water
property magic incorrectly, the well's evaporation can be faster.’

Eve persevered, recalling the theory of balance in the natural world she
learned in magic class.

The construction workers moved on to building houses as the mill and the
joint oven were finished.

The site was still in the process of cleaning the grounds from one pit to
another. Eve looked at the bird's eye view. On paper, houses with bright gray
walls and painted blue roofs were painted.

"There's a chimney. Is there a stove inside to prepare for the winter.

"Yes, you can stay warm by supplying charcoal here."

"Well, good. And don't forget to set up flower beds in every house.”
"Of course, it's wartime administration."

Eve and Alven smiled face-to-face, thinking of planting oral crops instead of
flowers. It was an insidious laugh for homunclus who did not know the
circumstances.

The next morning.

It was time for homunculus to settle their breakfast with two potatoes and
move to the mining site for the day's labor.

Eve brought together twenty homuncloos, who had been nominated as marm,
to the front of the mill.

The mill was piled up as much rye and corn as a hill that Albene had
procured from the Grain Merchants of the Parnello estate last night.

Albene stepped up, condescending.

"The 7th Empress wants to eat rye bread and corn soup. You guys threshe and
grind the ingredients there and cook. We must do our best to make it several
times until it tastes satisfactory."

Homunculus threshed and baked as they had learned the theory.

About a couple of hours later, the oven and pot began to smell savory.

"Yeah. Again."

Eve sits cross-legged on a chair and plays a picky-tasting mule.

At first, I pretended to sample.

But after about five hours of repetition, she bit some food. As time went by, it
became very insincere, such as wiping the surface of the bread with fingers
and tasting only the oil that smeared on it or smelling the soup.
Alven even praised it.

"Kk, Your Highness! You can guess the taste by just looking at the reflection
angle of the gloss and the direction of the spread of seaweed!"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. As expected, Alven, you have a good eye."

"Hahaha! Why should I be your first henchman?"

It was that moment. Michael's eyes became fierce.

"Redmon spirit, why are you your first henchman?"

"Well, isn't that obvious, Lord Agnito?"

Eve's love of the past few days has gone to her head.

He wasn't intimidated even in front of Michael.

"The Hadellamid royal family has traditionally put more importance on brain
than body. Isn't it better to have a military relationship with tattoos than
military officers?"

As a matter of fact, Michael did not refute. Then Alven said, "Comfort me.

"Don't be so disappointed that I'm out of the pecking order. What if it's
number two? Isn't Lord Agnito the knight who serves you most closely?

You've already had enough of a favor in your body, so give me your head."

It was clear what the words that emphasized the body twice meant.

Michael's expression slipped from his face, but Alven laughed tactlessly.

Eve, who saw this scene, was drinking tea when she heard sarae and
croaked.

At that time, Fioni swept Eve's back and refuted Alven's words.
"Redmon Youngsik, unfortunately, Youngsik is not the first henchman."

"What? Why?" What am I worse than Lord Agnito?! What?"

Alven asked with an expression of injustice.

Then Fioni shook his head and said.

"Because your closest friend is Sedella."

"……Oh, I'll admit it."

Thus, the pecking order was arranged in order of Sedella, Alven, and
Michael.

"Ha…"

Michael let out a sighing laugh. For him, who has never been behind anyone
else, the number of three was at the bottom.

Michael glanced back at Eve and said seriously.

"I'll do my best."

I kept turning the oven from morning to late afternoon.

There's a lot of people to share.

Ten large baskets were piled up with rye bread.

Deng... Deng...

At last, a bell rang out to announce the end of labor.

It was almost dinner time.

From a distance, a procession of homunculus was seen.

They were dragging along, as usual, tired with dead faces.

Then, as the village got closer, the more savory and delicious the smell got,
the more agitated the homoon cluses spread.

They arrived in town at a faster pace than usual, and soon found bread and
soup.

It was time for some homunculus to swallow his mouth without even
realizing it.

Alven shouted out loud.

"This is what Her Majesty left behind! It's the original livestock feed.

But there's no livestock here, so I'll have to eat it for me! One by one, come
forward and get some bread and soup!"

The homuncloos looked incredulous, saw some moving forward and began to
line up.

By the time the distribution began, Eve had slipped into Alven's ear to ear.

"There is no need to say harsh things. I think livestock is too much."

"No, we have to do this to catch up with half of the other royal families."

"Well, yeah."

Eve seemed to know why the imperial family had fallen in this generation.

Without realizing it, I sighed.

Then Alven said, "Comfort me again."

"That's fine, isn't imperial dignity not from personality, but from dominance?
As long as the veins are strong, there's no problem."

I didn't know that it would soon be unhealthy with Michael's appearance.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 90

This is what Eve knew for sure. Alven had no gift for comfort.

It was Michael, as always, who shrewdly noticed Eve's depression.

Alven and Fioni also went to help feed and when they were alone, they spoke
quietly so that only Eve could hear them.

"Homunclus is no fool. Soon there will be those who realize your true
intentions."

"I'm not doing this because I want you to know."

"I hope. I hope that the path of my empress will be filled with honor and
praise."

As always, Michael's words of recognition came in a special way to Eve.

Even when Eve's cheeks were slightly heated, Michael's middle and low
notes kept ringing his ears.

"I think I'm making atonement for the imperial family.

I don't want you to underestimate your integrity. Regardless of your

bloodline, what you are doing is courageous and wonderful enough. Didn't I
tell you? The liberation of Homunclus is not even a traitor's idea."

Unlike Alven, Michael had a gift for comfort.

Eve, who heard it through, became a little disheartened and called him.

"Michael."

"Tell me."

"Will you be number one just for today?"

"That's too much, a fixed-term.”

Michael pretended to be disappointed. Eve smiled happily and confessed.

"I don't know everything, but Michael needs to know.”

"That's an honor.”

"I mean it."

For Eve at this moment, Michael is the king of Homunculus.

It didn't really matter. Purely felt that his recognition was more valuable than
all the other homunculus recognition combined.

Eve said, looking toward the homoon-clues who were being fed again.

"I will continue to make sure that one meal a day is served."

"Today is the first day, so there were a lot of trial and error among
breadmakers. It'll be more efficient when you get used to it."

"Yes, I'll give you a recipe so that you can make bread with beans or meat."

"Meat, too.

"I think I can buy meat from my personal property and send it through
Baroness Parnello."

"When you spend money, there's a flow of money. It wouldn't do you any
good to know that you regularly rescue the homunculus of the mine.”

"You just have to be good at it so that it's not known. It's okay because I have
Albene.”

At the moment, Michael's eyes became slightly stiff.

"The Empress has great faith in Redmon.”

"Yes, as much as Michael."

Michael's eyes melted on their own at that one word. But it wasn't long
before he felt a sense of subtlety.

This is because the situation in which the more he/she pondered, the more
side by side with Alven, made him/her uncomfortable.

"What, this grudging feeling."

I thought about it, but I rarely got an answer.

At that time, an important thing came to Eve's mind that she had forgotten.

"Now that we're done with the arrangement, we need to help Michael
awaken the power of the king.’

In order to speed up the awakening, Michael needs to engage with his own
people.

It sounded quite abstract, but Eve intuitively interpreted it easily.

"We can increase the density.’

In order to do so, Michael had to create an opportunity to join his own

people.

Eve spoke to Michael.

"Michael, let's help with the food."

"Eating?"

"Yes. I'll be here arm in arm, and Michael will give out the bread in front of
me. Do

It's good to have a friendly conversation while we're at it."

"We're close...
Michael was a skeptical word. This is because he has seen a lot of
homuncloos who are uncomfortable with him since he was in the training
center.

"Okay."

Of course, it was the virtue of the article to carry out the order steadily.

He moved a basket of rye bread and made another feeding line. that But there
were fewer homuncluses coming to collect bread from Michael.

"As expected, you're uncomfortable with me.’

It didn't surprise me at all. From what Michael has seen, there are fewer
homuncluses who treat themselves like Sylvestians.

'Now that I think about it, I think it has something to do with the power of the
king.’

At a glance, the length of the line was significantly different from other
places. I'll take the bread towards Michael.

Those who came to Russia also showed signs of being wary of him.

It was obvious that a friendly conversation would only backfire if I tried.

It had been a long time since Michael kept his mouth shut and focused on
food. Something unexpected has happened.

"Well, you know...

There was a homunclus boy who talked to Michael first. It was a boy so
young that his head hadn't even leaked yet.

The boy squeezed out the courage and said.

"Shhh, could you please share bread and soup in the shelter as well…"…?”

A shelter meant a place where sick or injured homoon cluses stayed.

"I almost forgot about you. Thank you for letting me know."

Michael went that way to get permission from Eve.

"I want you to order the patients in the shelter to distribute her bread and
soup."

"Yes, there was a shelter."

Eve got up from her seat. Still, I was going to stop by the shelter and check it
out.

'There's an incurable disease here that slowly kills the homunculus. We need
to find out what it is.’

According to Alven's report, most of the homunclus currently in the shelter

are patients with a fever.

Thermophile is the name of the town of Lapis, and the symptoms are...

He suffered from a high fever and became stiff like a tree, leading to death.

The disease was old enough to share the history of Ma Jeong-seok mining,
but no exact cause or treatment has been known so far.

"I'm sure it's not incurable. It's only the homunculus that's why the imperial
family let go.’

In the imperial family, the lower homunculus was nothing but a consumable.

The Imperial family always say that death at the mine site is a matter of
course.

I didn't pay much attention to decadent disease, thinking it might happen.

Even Eve, for example, came to Lapis Village to find out about the existence
of a heat carpenter.
It was lamentable to think that so far countless royal families have gone on
public activities at mining sites.

Eve wanted to see the patients with her own eyes, even because of the heavy
responsibility.

"Tell Lord Velcram to bring the soup, and we'll carry the bread first."

"Are you thinking of going to the shelter yourself?"

"O" "Huh.

"Think about it. It's a place where patients and sick people are gathered.

Never let the empress carry the disease."

"It's okay. Alven's report said it was a non-communicable disease. And see
with my own eyes.

I just want to go."

"If that's what she means, I understand."

Eve's direct kick to the shelter would be contrary to the vicious concept of
the empress.

Eve came out of her barracks surrounded by lobes.

Meanwhile, Michael delivered Eve's order to Catherine and loaded rye

bread on the cart.

The shelter is not a single barn-like house, but rather a small house.

It was a place that formed a zone.

The two first entered the house for the most remote location.

Twelve homunculus lay in a dark place because of the lack of light.

There was a fever in the skinny and cramped body, and everyone suffered
from a high fever and couldn't even toss and turn properly. Because my
muscles were hard.

'That's why it's called a fever.’

They all looked lifeless, reminiscent of firewood from old trees just before
the fire started.

Eve and Michael, who saw this, darkened their complexion.

Eve was even slightly shocked. Alven's report said he was familiar with the
condition, but it was also different to see with one's own eyes.

It wasn't until a long time before she could get her act together and say a
word.

"Bread is…… too much to eat."

"It looks like it.”

Then Kadelin, who arrived late with a soup pot, found Eve and Michael. She
approached and spoke in a bitter tone.

"You're in a house with only the closest to death."

"I see."

"The disease is mainly caused by homunculus, which has been in the mine for
more than 30 years. So Galamut's poison of thought left in the open air.

I guess...…Oops, Her Majesty."

Kardellin was surprised while explaining.

This is because Eve approached the patient without saying a word and
pointed at the fever in his forehead.

"Don't be surprised. It's not contagious, is it?"

"Oh, no, but how could the Empress...…

While Kardellin is restless, Eve continues to suffer from fever.

I checked the ruler, and besides measuring the temperature, I pressed my

fingers all over my body.

Eve, of course, was not a doctor.

Her fevers are fevers.

It must have stopped at feeling the stiffness and roughness created by the
carpenter. Float

Taken

Instead Eve was a wizard and a REM alchemist. Goal What was essential in
creating golem was an in-depth understanding of the core and circuit fields.

Eve was thus a considerable expert on Mana Core and Mana circuits.

You can quickly notice the abnormalities of cores and circuits just by looking
at the mana.

Eve just happened to start saving her major.

" Hmm••••••

Michael and Catherine, who were watching, each controlled themselves not
to have any expectations.

A little while later, Eve was on her finger.

I said it after taking the manna.

"For some reason, I think this is a disease I know."