Your Majesty Is Annoying

Chapter 38

"I asked my maid, and she told me that neither the noble daughter nor the noble lady I regularly meet with came to see me. It is said that the last time I saw the Duke, my father, was several months ago. I didn't know, so I thought to ask what I cherished and loved... There was no such thing."

In fact, she asked for it for the secret funeral of the former Medea she wanted to host, who had actually died. Because only she knew that the real Medea had died, she thought about having a quiet funeral by burning and burying even the things the previous soul really liked.

However, the former Medea didn't even have anything to cherish. She thought there might be something to remember her nanny by that she could find, but there was really nothing.

Previously, it was said when Medea was angry, she threw objects and smashed them so that maybe that was the reason nothing was left.

"I don't know what life is without family, friends, or things I care about... I don't think I have any good memories... I don't think it doesn't matter if I don't remember it."

Medea spoke words with an expressionless face that left Lyle stupefied.

She may have done evil around her, but she was his only wife and Empress. The fact that there was no one in her life made Lyle's heart cold; he was her family and husband, but Lyle couldn't say that.

Lyle himself treated Medea so coldly after their wedding, and in retrospect, it seemed that Medea was always desperate. That... He faintly thought that it might have been because he was the only family left to Medea.

The image of Medea, who had always screamed asking him to look at her—Lyle recalled as he looked at the current Medea, who seemed like a completely different person.

"... Mill–"

"Would you like to sit down?"

Medea's words suddenly stopped Lyle from speechless.

"What?"

"This dress is heavier than it looks. Although jewelry is pretty, a stone is a stone. There's a bunch of stone pieces hanging off on me right now, so it's heavy."

Medea went back to the sofa. Then tapping the seat next to her, he beckoned Lyle to sit down.

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*Pour*

Hot tea was put in a teacup. The attendant filled the Emperor's teacup first and then poured the same tea into the Empress's cup. Lyle glanced lightly at the appearance of the attendant quietly retreating.

The attendant quickly gave a bow and exited the office.

"Dig in," Lyle said, and Medea picked up a fork instead of a teacup.

A colorfully decorated cake was laid out for Miledia, who had become fond of sweets after losing her memory.

After noting the difference, Lyle soon decided to push the thought to the back of his mind and forget it.

No matter what he did, Medea was Medea— not someone else, but just changed bit...

Lyle decided to think that way. It was irresponsible and selfish to tell her not to change to herself from before and stay the same after her memory loss.

"Don't you resent and blame me?"

"Why do I have to, your Majesty?"

"Because you are the Empress. I... I'm your husband."

He hated Medea, so he didn't look for her until union day. And after getting back together, he went back to her bedroom again and again because he wanted to.