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?"

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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."

"Tshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshs
hshshshshshshshshshsh
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.
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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.

Empress, imprint the traitor.

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."

Empress, imprint the traitor.

Episode 33

"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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Episode 34

"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."

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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.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhh 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."

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"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?”

6C | W

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?"

6C | 99

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?”

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 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."

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"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.

You 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.

Cursed! 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.

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"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.

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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.

The 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.

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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?"

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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."

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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?"

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"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.

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"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.

Episode 86

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.

Episode 87

"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.

Episode 88

'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."