"……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 tea. Thank you, ."
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."