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☾ fifty - two ☾

[ note : meaning why isn't marilyn doing it ]

He's a commoner, and he's a hard-to-understand person by my standards.

"Oh, that's..." I opened my mouth and closed it.

If you do something cumbersome to other people in a game where you might be kicked out, they will most likely hate it.

But if you answer that you don't want to leave any regrets for that reason, they'll probably look at me with a strange eye.

'If only I wasn't the evil girl, I wouldn't be feeling like this.'

As I was lamenting my situation, he reached out his hand.

"Give it to me."

"No, I'd like to do this."

I added it late, but this stubborn man didn't listen.

"Come on."

At his stubborn attitude, I sighed and handed the scissors over.

Then he gave the scissors to Marilyn, his eyes shining sharply.

"You could have been stabbed by a thorn or cut with a pair of scissors. Shouldn't your maid take care of this?"

For her status, Marilyn, a fallen aristocrat, this was a natural way of being admonished.

He was acting like a man who's been reigning for a long time.

But I immediately denied the ridiculous thought.

Because I had some idea of his true nature.

'Well, I don't know what's going on anymore.'

But Marilyn, who doesn't know who he really is, apologized by taking the scissors.

"It was due to my carelessness. I'm sorry."

Max, who was apologized to for some ridiculous reason, stared at me and opened his mouth.

"Let's hope your master forgives you."

'What are you doing to my maid?'

A bit of anger welled up in my heart, but if I cause a scene here, I would have to use up my energy again.

I looked down at the flowers with regretful eyes and sighed.

'I'll pick the flowers later.'

I had nothing to do right now, so I was going to head back inside.

Then, Max came to talk to me.

"How many do you need?"

I called any number without thinking.

"Uh, about twenty?"

A shimmering sound and a bunch of silver flashes bounced in front of my eyes.

His arm movement was so fast that I couldn't even realize that he was swinging his sword.

The roses cut by the sword fell and scattered all over the floor.

Only then was I able to figure out the situation.

'So, you helped me cut the roses, didn't you?'

I felt strange and looked at him.

Then he turned his head and said, "Don't move so carelessly and stay still. You still have a long way to go."

[ note : hes saying shes very clumsy and still has a lot to learn ]

I would have thought it was kind if he hadn't said that, but it was amazing that he could speak in such a negative way every time he said something.

'But this time you helped me, too.'

Anyway, it was true that I was awed by his consideration.

'It's not the first time you've shown me this kind of kindness.'

Then I had a ridiculous delusion, but I thought it was impossible.

Max, who couldn't tell what I was thinking of, diligently trimed the stems of the roses, then clumps them up like a bouquet of flowers and walks towards me.

"Take it."

"Oh, thank you."

"Good thing you know."

Listening to his blunt voice, I fixed my wrong idea.

'Yes, that man can't be.'

[ note : shes thinking that he might like her ]

Then came his voice.

"So what other flowers do you need?"

Was cutting flowers fun?

Unlike his voice, he had an excited look on his face, I let out a small sigh.

'Should I call this talent a donation?

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"Your Majesty, the Duke of Shire, who was an envoy to the Crown Prince, has returned."

"I shall hear him."

Soon a short middle-aged man came in and greeted him.

"I greet the sun of the great empire."

But the Emperor cut in and asked him about the important matter first, he could care less about not accepting the greeting.

"What did the Crown Prince say?"

Shire hesitated little by little at the Emperor's wistful expression and opened his mouth.

"He has fought several battles with the barbarians, even though the dispute has yet to be resolved."

The Emperor spoke, clicking his tongue, "Incompetent man! Get out!"

The atmosphere subsided when Shire left the office with a intimidated face.

The poet, who was wary of the angry Emperor, opened his mouth carefully.

"I have another piece of news."

"What is it?"

"The current atmosphere in the South is unusual."

The moment he heard it, the Emperor opened his eyes.

"What! Hand it over!"

At the Emperor's cold voice, the poet hurriedly handed over the report.

Soon after the report was opened, the Emperor's body shook.

"Lennox Byeong-Baek has reduced the number of troops in our system."

The Emperor tore up the report and his eyes glistened coldly.

Soon a deadly voice was heard. 

"Tell the Duke of Floyen to enter the Imperial Palace right away."

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[ note : big fuck you to the emperor, n e ways this chapter was kinda hard to edit, hope you understand it tho ]