Chapter 12The Scarf that I Gave (4)

Translator: Kimmy

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While the Emperor was “conversing” with Sabina, Maximilien was getting beaten up by Brigitta in the Royal Training Court.

“My love!”

“I’m not your love, goddamnit!”

Duke Maximilien’s abnormally strong body was scary enough but the knights were more terrified of Brigitta’s recklessness to kick a royal duke.

It was especially terrifying that she was fighting against many–and winning–just a few minutes ago.

‘We will die if we get kicked like that.’

They felt sweat drops on their chilled backs.

“Listen, my lady!”

Maximilien bounced back up from the floor and smiled even more beautiful than the roses of the royal rose garden.

His face was so pure that his notoriety seemed unlikely of him.

However, people had preferences. Brigitta’s preferences were people who had rough features so his rosy charms did not work on her.

Only young noblewomen who came to watch the knights’ training–or more likely their muscles–blushed and looked at Brigitta and Maximilien interchangeably.

“I am going to Cartul myself! Don’t you worry my dear. I shall shred them into pieces for telling you to come and go!”

“Eh? What are you talking about?”

Brigitta’s level of the Kingdom’s language was fluent but whenever she talked to Maximilien, her words jumbled up and came out weird.

But Maximilien, blinded by love, did not mind at all.

“Some stupid and desperate brat messed up your swordmaster verification. I will take care of it and come back. My beloved lily, is there, perhaps, any punishment you want?”

“Ah…. I don’t really need it, that. I already lost to the Emperor. I don’t need verification.”

“He is not human so you must exclude him. And I hate that you can’t claim your rightful rank because of that bastard. Do you really not have punishments you want to put on him? Should I just lightly shred him into pieces? Lady?”

His eyes curved beautifully under her lush eyelashes.

If it wasn’t the context, he would look like he was whispering words of love–in his way he was–and people who knew his usual self, like the Finance minister walking by, were appalled by the sight.

His face looked dreamy like he was seeing the world’s most beautiful person and its strength was immaculate.

His cheeks were flushed like a ripe apple and his blue eyes glowed.

His sapphire eyes curved with a little moisture and those glowing eyes were like a priceless jewel.

However, none of those were Brigitta’s type.

“I’m just asking but… Who is the person that messed up with the verification?”

“Ah, he is the prince of Cartul. He is just a kid who can’t think properly. He’s not worth your attention, my lady. Please only give attention to me!”

“Ah, prince……Prince?!”

Brigitta wondered if she misunderstood the word ‘prince’, so she closed her eyes and thought for a while.

But no matter how hard she thought, the definition she knew was right.

This insane Duke was saying he was going to shred a neighboring country’s prince into pieces for her.

Brigitta lost her words and placed her hands on her forehead.

She figured that ever since he followed her around calling her lily and what not, he was not normal.

How did such a mutant come from the Emperor’s bloodline?

And how could he say that he would shred a royal member into pieces so casually? She could not understand.

She was a berserker that were known as blood-crazed warriors but honestly, she was not confident that she could be more crazy than the Duke.

“Uh, I don’t know good but don’t that thing cause trouble in the countries’ relationship?”

Sadly, Brigitta did know Maximilien a little.

She asked that question, certain that the Duke will really try to shred the prince into pieces.

“That’s truly fine, my lady. Lesa has Karl.”

Unusually, Maximilien scoffed in front of Brigitta.

It was not towards her, but towards the foolish prince over the mountains.

If the previous Emperor still ruled, he would not genuinely consider shredding the prince’s face since he had to control himself.

The troubles he caused when he was 16 were all planned so that the previous king could resolve with ease.

Behind the Emperor and the moment he had with his mature intellect as well as abilities as a mage, was ‘the’ Karlos Josef Rumilesa the 2nd.

“As long as Karlos has my back, there’s nothing I cannot do in this land.”

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Unaware of the Duke selling him out, Karlos ended the conversation between Sabina and dismissed Marquis Villiore.

The Marquis couldn’t even bother to hide the joy of the conversation being over and scurried off.

Karlos felt a little bad for the Maquis who were adequate in ability but always got caught by the Chancellor slacking off from work.

“Ha……..”

He still believed government was not his thing.

The Emperor pressed on his stiff neck.

He did not enjoy threatening conversations like this but certain situations required him to be threatening.

If Maximilien was a little more normal and gentle and less reckless, Karlos would have pushed all the work to him.

But his cousin brother was too much of a crazy b*tch to do that.

‘Darn. Only if one of the princes were alive.’

He should have protected at least one of them.

The Emperor’s desire to chill made him regret the past more than the love for his kin.

If he wasn’t this crazy, the Chancellor would have been able to tame him to work.

But the only remaining kin was this darned retard.

Even a Rumilesa doesn’t know the future.

The Emperor rolled his pen and murmured in the empty office.

If he complained to Glenn, he would get scolded. But he also couldn’t complain to others to maintain his reputation, so he developed a new habit of mumbling to himself.

He was like a laborer being forced to work more than normal hours.

Even so, the Emperor thought about Brigitta’s scarf again.

‘Very small.’

According to Brigitta’s description, his beloved author barely reached his chest.

He knew he was pointlessly big but the author was too small to him.

He wrote adult novels too, so she must be an adult; but was it possible for an adult to be that small?

And did being small mean one was more susceptible to illnesses?

The Emperor never fell ill with his inhuman physique and he didn’t know that a human’s immune system had no relation to one’s size.

“I’m jealous of Bri…”

He mumbled genuinely and dragged a pile of paper.

He wasn’t a work addict like Glenn but Karlos could not rest when there was work left.

He did think he was bringing work to himself but he was the Emperor.

For a long time, only the sound of pen on paper could be heard from the office.

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The Chancellor spoke.

“We must do something,” Informant A spoke.

“Oh my, who is that poor person?”

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Eva cringed and scribbled her pen like the Emperor.

She could not think of a word that sounds better.

‘Should I just use a dictionary?’

Eva leaned on her chair and scratched her head.

‘I’m too lazy to move though.’

–Hey.

“Holy!”

She almost spilled the ink because of the sudden voice.

She was terrified that it would ruin her draft as well as lose her expensive ink.

Eva let out a sigh of relief and carefully pulled out the ring in her pocket.

The masculine designed big ring shined.

Eva examined the expensive-looking ring and softly spoke to the gem.

“Uh, yea. Um. Is this how I do it? Hello……?”

–It works.

“Ah, okay.”

She was scared and annoyed of the mage but the artifact was fascinating. She got a little excited.

‘It really works! Magic is so cool! The novels weren’t bluffing!’

Eva unknowingly jumped on her feet.

–I have to go to Cartul for a while.

“C, Cartul? Ah, vacation? Safe trip?”

–Ah, hey! That’s not what you are supposed to say! Have you heard anything yet!

The mage yelled from the other side of the artifact but since he was not directly in front of her, Eva gained confidence.

She had the Empire’s novelist traits of knowing the right time to slack off.

Eva contemplated as she combed her hair back through her frizzy brown fringe.

To her, Brigitta and Max, the mage’s values were very different and obviously, Brigitta was way more special to her so she did not want to tell him anything.

But he was a mage. The wicked and determined mage.

If he was just a stalker, she would just ignore him but she couldn’t even report mages to the authorities.

According to the Empire’s laws, the Mage Tower still had immunity.

“Uh……I don’t know. Uh, she makes good omelets?”

–You had it?! I’m jealous!

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are emotionally unstable….?”

Eva thought to herself that she wouldn’t be able to put mages in her novels for a long time and looked down seriously at the artifact.

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