How to Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

The aftermath of the trial was significant. Although the trial has not been held, rumors were spreading throughout the capital that the Empress was not his true companion. Perhaps conscious of the rumors, Piellion Manor closed the front door in silence. All social events were canceled and everyone in the family refrained from going out. The young Duke could not be seen anywhere in the capital, and Duke Piellion was said to not even come out of his bedroom. Some said they were waiting for the rumors to die down, but the reality was much worse than that. The Duke of Piellion disappeared to an unknown place, and the Duke lost his senses and ended up in bed. He looked exactly like the imperial tailor who had lost part of his consciousness.

 

“Is this enough, Your Majesty?”

 

“Yes… great job.”

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

Lasilia wore street clothes today. Her skirts were shorter so that she could get in and out of the carriage, and instead of her elaborate shoes she wore thick, comfortable boots. Her other decorations were also simple. In keeping with the purpose of visiting the sick, Yvette was dressed neatly and simply.

 

“You are in a very bad mood, Your Majesty.”

 

Yvette spoke with difficulty as she played with the ribbon that tied her long black hair at the nape of her neck.

 

“I don’t know whether it’s fortunate that the trial was canceled or not… It’s the same with the rumors and the troubles of the Piellion family.”

 

“I know…”

 

“But the rumors will soon quiet down. After the trial, the relationship between you two became even stronger.”

 

It may have been said as a comfort, but Lasilia felt a little uncomfortable. Was it true that the relationship has become stronger?

 

‘Rather, I think it’s true that I no longer know what is what.’

 

…No, when she thought about it, that didn’t make sense. The only one who couldn’t figure out what was what was was herself. She did not change the emperor’s belief that she was real.

 

‘I can’t figure out what happened.’

 

She thought it was nonsense that he was real, but seeing the emperor so confident made her thoughts shaken. Once she started shaking, the things she had been ignoring began to come into view little by little. For example, the dream she kept having was like that. If she really was a person with no connection, why did demons keep appearing in her dreams? And every time she had a dream, things similar to dreams continued for her. It was like that when Pipi was born, and it was like that when people’s inner thoughts were revealed. Anyway, she was very confused. She heard that rumors were spreading throughout the capital that he was an unmarked fake, but he had no time to worry about that.

 

“Your hand is almost completely healed now. Still, I’ll apply the ointment again. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

 

Yvette, who had finished brushing, took out the open pain before putting on his gloves for the last time. It was a wound made by scratching the emperor’s scales on the day of the trial. Now that she thought about it, it was the spot where Pipi got burned by the flames she let out.

 

“Ah…?”

 

“Hmm? What’s wrong with you, Your Majesty?”

 

As Lasilia involuntarily let out an exclamation, Yvette widened her eyes.

 

“That is… The burns are all better.”

 

“Yes? Are you burned? When?”

 

“It was a few days ago.”

 

“But why didn’t I know?”

 

“That…”

 

It was because it healed quickly before Yvette even noticed. She somehow figured out why the wound healed so quickly.

 

‘Put your lips here… Is that so?’

 

The Emperor kissed the burn scar, hoping that it would heal quickly. He said that the wounds that Pipi made were the same as the wounds that he himself made, so he could know them. If that’s the case, wouldn’t the blood of demons have some effect on wounds?

 

‘No, don’t get involved with something like that.’

 

Lasilia frowned and shook her head. Once suspicion arose, she felt as if all her thoughts were focused in that direction. And she was shocked by that feeling.

 

‘What. If this happens, I will definitely… It’s like I’m hoping it’s real.’

 

If you give in a hundred times and say you are real. So if she says she can’t avoid falling in love with the emperor. So will she eventually meet a dream-like ending?

 

-I am your destiny. I love you.

 

-If that’s love, I don’t need it.

 

Why did the emperor no longer need a companion? There were still so many unknowns.

 

‘If I’m real, there must be a reason why. Let’s find it first and then think about it.’

 

“The ointment has been applied, Your Majesty. She just needs to wait a moment and then put on her gloves.”

 

“Yes.”

 

As if measuring time, Serben and Decan arrived at the moment Lasilia put on her gloves.

 

“I have come to serve you, Your Majesty.”

 

* * *

 

The Piellion family’s mansion in the capital was not very far from the palace. It was a place that only took about 30 minutes by carriage. However, it took twice as long for Lasilia to arrive at Piellion Manor. When there were 30 guards in front and behind the carriage, the speed seemed to slow down by about twice.

 

“At a time like this when rumors are spreading, it would have been better for you to be seen accompanying Your Majesty.”

 

Decan was also riding in Lasilia’s carriage. Serven was originally supposed to be by his side, but he had now been demoted to the lowest knight, so he was following behind on horseback. Decan, who seemed to hesitate the whole time, finally opened his mouth. The three shadow knights seemed different yet similar. It seemed like he couldn’t spare a word if he thought it was for the emperor.

 

“His Majesty was also very upset.”

 

It was Lasilia who stopped Lescal from coming with her. Considering the political stance of the imperial family and the Piellion family, Decan’s words were correct. However, at a moment when Lasilia’s feelings were complicated like this, she felt like she could not possibly be by Lescal’s side. The thing that confused Lasilia the most was the presence of Lescal.

 

“I know what you say is right.”

 

“Is your reason still the same for rejecting Her Majesty?”

 

Those words were like asking whether he was still thinking of Duke Piellion. Since she was the one who caused the misunderstanding, she had nothing else to say.

 

“I’m trying hard. So that I can keep my promise to Her Majesty.”

 

Lasilia gave her vague answer. Decan’s quiet eyes looked at Lasilia. The eyes of the only shaman in the empire were like very deep water. She didn’t know that the eyes of a shaman who used invisible power could see things that were normally hidden by objects.

 

“I don’t think you’re lying. “It doesn’t seem like he has deep feelings for Duke Piellion.”

 

“I’m glad that’s the case.”

 

“Moreover, you have not even once asked His Majesty to lift the wanted order issued to the Duke of Piellion.”

 

“…? If I ask, does that mean it’s something he never did?”

 

“The Duke’s crime is clear. Interfering with a trial is a serious crime that cannot be avoided even by nobles. But regardless of the law, Her Majesty would not have refused Her Majesty the Empress’s request.”

 

That would be correct.

 

 

Because the emperor had already made an exception for Yvette. To that end, he even made the absurd claim that he would adopt Yvette. Even thinking back on the dumbfounded expressions on everyone’s faces except Lescal, it was still funny.

 

“I bet you don’t know that. So, I suspect that there was no affection for the Little Duke from the beginning.”

 

“…”

 

The imperial shaman was keen. The conversation is cut off by Lasilia, who is embarrassed to stick to the lie that she was trying to run away because of her affection for her cow duke.

 

“It wouldn’t be your role to argue about my feelings. Let’s stop at this point.”

 

“It was presumptuous. I am sorry, Your Majesty.”

 

Decan apologized neatly. But that wasn’t all Decan had to say.

 

“Dell’Arta recently had a new king.”

 

“What…?”

 

The name Dell’Arta unexpectedly popped up in a place she least expected.

 

“They say that the king died suddenly and one of the kings became king. The prince fled to nearby Lanadiarye, where he reportedly refused to be crowned by the new king. I think a civil war will start soon.”

 

In the end, the king died. King Ricardo would have killed him. Even though she received a prophecy from God, she was unable to stop the king’s death. A sense of guilt washed over her. But now there was something more important than guilt.

 

“Why… Are you saying that to me?”

 

“There was an order from His Majesty. He asked me to investigate Dell’Arta’s current situation and report it to Her Majesty. What I found out is approximate. If there is any particular information you would like to know, please let us know. We’ll look into it separately.”

 

“So why suddenly Dell’Arta…!”

 

“He heard that Her Majesty the Empress wanted to go there. He guessed that Her Majesty had another reason for wanting to go that far away since her healing temple was not only located in Dell’Arta.”

 

She felt very strange. It was the emperor who first said that she could go to Dell’Arta if she wanted to. As if that wasn’t enough, he asked them to look into it if there was any news she was curious about. It was as if he knew she was from Dell’Arta. In that way he seemed to be implying that he knew he was not Cartagena Pierleon. So he was strange. Was it true that the emperor didn’t care if she wasn’t the real empress? If one day, people suddenly changed and it wasn’t strange at all, wouldn’t it be strange for people to think that way? But if that’s really the case…

 

‘…I don’t have to lie anymore.’

 

She could not make false excuses, such as saying that she had no choice but to reject Duke Piellion because she liked him. It could also be said that she was originally a prophetess of dell’Artta, died after being betrayed by the person she trusted most, and was resurrected in the body of the empress for unknown reasons. So she was able to explain that she was in a position where she could not believe that she was a real pet.

 

‘Really… Is that okay?’

 

Her heart started pounding. Until now, Lasilia had thought that the reason she would die in front of the emperor would be because it was discovered that she was a false empress. But now, it seemed like things happening between herself and her emperor were going in a direction that was going against her prophecy.

 

Decan stuck in her continuing thoughts.

 

“If you miss Dell’Arta, please tell me anything. Your Majesty has given us an order to grant you anything you wish.”

 

“I am… Wait, what?”

 

“He said if you miss Dell’Arta.”

 

The word ‘missing’ meant a feeling of regret for something that no longer exists. In other words, it was a feeling for something she used to have. So Decan was now asking Lasilia if she had left Dell’Arta. Lasilia unconsciously grabbed the hem of her dress tightly.

 

“That…”

 

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