How to Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

The sound changed.

The monsters that first appeared in the duke’s mansion cried sharply and fiercely. I could clearly feel the hostility they were spewing out toward me.

“They seem a bit confused now.”

“The monsters? How?”

“It’s similar to feeling lost… Can’t you feel it, Your Majesty?”

They weren’t even thinking about listening.

Lescal twisted his body and looked at the monsters floating in the air.

“Hmm… That seems right. Their movements have changed.”

They weren’t the ones that had been persistently targeting Lasilia. They were still circling around in the air and screaming, but their aggression had noticeably decreased. Rather, they were scattering here and there to avoid the flames that Pipi was spitting out.

The one that rushed at Tion was the last attack. It seemed that he had forgotten his original goal, judging by the fact that he had stuck to her even though she was not Lasilia.

“So please open the door.”

“…I don’t really feel like it. I can’t go on an adventure without you.”

“It’ll be okay.”

Lasilia stroked Lasilia’s cheek.

And I want to hug you.”

“…Hmm?”

“We’ve been apart, but we haven’t properly greeted each other yet.”

“…”

Those words made Lasilia momentarily break down. Lasilia, who felt him staring at her with a blank expression, opened the carriage door with her own hand.

Click!

The carriage door latched onto Lasilia.

“Your Majesty?”

Lasilia called to Lescal through the crack in the door. After standing for a moment, Lescal opened the carriage door wide and lifted Lasilia up.

“Your Majesty!”

As her two feet dangled, Lasilia had to quickly hug Lescal’s neck.

“I was surprised.”

“Not as much as I was.”

Lasilia gently pulled Lescal’s blond hair.

“I almost fell.”

“No way. I couldn’t let you go. And I was more surprised.”

“I’ve never lifted Your Majesty. I can’t.”

“I lifted my heart. From there, up there.”

She didn’t know how high Lescal was pointing to from there, but I understood that he meant he was surprised.

“Beep!”

Pipi, who had spotted Lasilia, quickly flew over.

“Pipi!”

Pipi, still in the shape of flames, clung to Lasilia.

The first time he spit out flames, he had burned Lasilia, but now Pipi was not hot at all.

“I heard that Sir Sigress lifted the curse. Are you okay now? Are you not sick?”

“Beep! Beep!”

The joke that he was in so much pain was so loud that it hurt his ears.

“It’s noisy. Be quiet.”

Lescal coldly pulled Pipi away from Lasilia. Pipi flapped her wings tenaciously and held on.

“Beep! Beep! …Beep?”

Then he said that the monsters were acting strangely. They said that they were no longer attacking Lasilia.

Lasilia stared at the monsters that were following Pifi and hovering in the air.

“That’s right. I think so too.”

“Beep?”

“They’re confused. They’ve come so far… so far. Do you think they want to go back?”

“Beep?”

Lasilia turned her head and said to Lescal.

“Let me down, Your Majesty.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I think I can send it back.”

“The demon?”

When Lasilia nodded, he furrowed his brow.

“I don’t doubt you… But is that something that has to be done on two feet?”

“Beep…”

Pipi gaped in disbelief.

“I think you’d listen better than being held.”

“…Well, then. Just for a moment.”

Lescal reluctantly put Lasilia down.

Lasilia turned to the demon and closed her eyes to concentrate on her thoughts.

‘Seeing into a person’s mind is the power of the demon. Stealing a part of their consciousness is the same. Controlling a demon is also the power of the demon. Then maybe I can do it too. No, I can.’

Lasilia was learning about this power little by little.

This power seemed to be a type of power that could somehow induce the mind of another being to respond to its will.

When Yvette and Serven lost consciousness, if it was her power that brought them back, it would be possible for her to do the same to the monsters.

‘Then.’

Lasilia opened her eyes and looked at the monsters.

“You’ve lost your purpose, so you don’t have to stay in this strange land anymore. Just go back.”

Kyaaaaaaa…

As if in response, the monsters all cried out toward Lasilia.

“You know the way back. Just go back the way you came.”

Kyaaaaaaa…

“Go back.”

Kyaaaa…

One of the monsters that was spinning around in the air as if it didn’t know what to do suddenly turned around.

Starting with that, the monsters flew away one by one, biting each other’s tails.

“Wow! That’s amazing!”

Ryan, who was facing off against Ecelion a little distance away from the carriage, shouted in this direction.

In a situation where three to one, Ryan didn’t look particularly weak. Even Lasilia could tell at a glance that something had changed in Ryan.

The overflowing power wrapped around the sword must have been Sword Aura. Now, Ryan showed no confusion or conflict. All she could feel was her surging strength.

Perhaps because of that, Ecelion and his party seemed burdensome. Yenion, whose right arm was broken, was supporting Tion, and Ecelion was the only one holding the sword properly.

Even his expression showed that he had lost his will to fight.

Ecelion was also watching.

The sight of Lasilia sending the monster away. Before that, the sight of her welcoming the emperor with open arms.

Lasilia did not dislike the emperor.

She did not shed tears due to the unwanted duties of an empress. The phoenix, in the form of flames, clung to Lasilia and flirted, but Lasilia didn’t seem to be hot at all for the phoenix.

After the monster disappeared, the emperor grabbed Lasilia’s hand. The way they held hands didn’t look awkward at all. It seemed like they had held hands dozens of times before.

Where on earth was Lasilia, who cried that she didn’t love the emperor? Was that dream that she had someone else in her heart?

“You forgot about His Highness Ecelion.”

“Yes. He still remained. What do you want to do?”

That was a very difficult problem for Lasilia as well. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in Ecelion’s sincerity, which he said was for her own sake.

Separately, Ecelion didn’t listen to what her true feelings were. His blindness resembled that of Yvette or Serven.

Lasilia gently pulled on Lescal’s hand, which was holding hers.

“Before that, there’s something I want to talk about. About His Majesty Ecelion.”

Lescal lowered his head toward Lasilia.

Lasilia expected him to show his displeasure, but he surprisingly had a calm expression.

“Speak. I’ll listen.”

“What happened today wasn’t His Majesty Ecelion’s will. It seems like the demons were involved.”

Tension flashed through Lescal’s eyes.

“…How?”

In order for the demons to be involved, they had to make direct contact. Lescal asked Lasilia if she had encountered the demons while she was away from him.

“It seemed different from when they took away part of my consciousness. Instead of taking it away… I think it should be called infiltration.”

Ecelion said that he had seen and heard things that didn’t happen.

“I guess it was using dreams. Do the demons have that kind of ability?”

“I don’t know. It’s not a power I have.”

Lescal was different from the demons in the dream. He wasn’t a complete demon, and he was already half human, having been subjugated by blood.

“I see.”

“But if that’s what you felt, then that would be right. A companion is a being that can control magical power. Controlling means understanding that power.”

After thinking for a moment, Lasilia nodded.

“Your Majesty is right.”

There was a reason why the demon’s dreams kept repeating. In a situation where he was unaware of his own existence, the dreams were probably a means to make him understand the subjugation of blood.

That was also one of the powers that had been transferred to him.

Showing something through dreams. There was no way that the power that was available to him would be impossible for the demon.

“Then punishing His Highness Ecelion… wouldn’t be harsh?”

Lescal frowned for a moment before answering.

“I knew you would say that.”

Lasilia smiled slightly, half apologetic and half grateful.

“Then will you forgive me?”

“Because I saw what the prince of Dell’Arta did. If the Demons did something like this, the first priority is to make them come to their senses. I’ll think about punishment later.”

“That’s right.”

When the two had talked to this point, Ryan raised his voice.

“What should I do with these guys? I’m starting to… um, it’s not fun anymore.”

There’s nothing more boring than dealing with someone who has lost their will to fight.

Ryan clicked his tongue at Ecelion, who was only able to block his sword.

“Should I just cut off his neck?”

At those words, Ecelion looked back at Lasilia.

The distrust that could still be called foolishness was burning his eyes.

Everything depended on Lasilia’s answer right now.

If Lasilia had pushed away the Emperor’s hand even now, he could swing his sword even more.

If he had told him one more time that the other person he had in mind was himself, he could have cut off the Emperor’s neck right here. Even if the Empire declared bloody revenge on Dell’Arta, he was ready to take it.

“No, don’t do that.”

Lasilia stopped the knight of the Empire. Ecelion involuntarily took a deep breath. The anticipation that would not go away filled his heart.

“Your Highness Ecelion.”

“Lady Ecelion.”

Ecelion turned to Ecelion with his sword in his hand. The Emperor of the Empire seemed to be trying to hide Ecelion, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her, but Ecelion tried hard to ignore the sight.

“Please speak. I will listen to any words, any orders, or requests.”

“That is a grateful thing. Your Majesty is currently following the will of the Demon. Please come to your senses and escape the afterimages of the lies planted by the Demon.”

Ecelion’s face turned pale.

“What…?”

“The Demon can take away a person’s consciousness, or conversely, it can infiltrate their consciousness. What Your Majesty said he saw and heard was not me. I believe it was an illusion created by the Demon.”

That was when.

Yenion shouted urgently.

“Your Highness!”

A black vortex was wrapped around Tion and Yenion’s ankles.

 

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