Remarried Empress – Chapter 244. Who the hell are you?. (2)

I smelled savory when I was sleeping.

The unwillingness to wake up and the desire to smell more savory collided freely.

I shook my head from side to side with my eyes closed, and eventually opened my eyes because I was bothered by the sound of laughter coming from not far away.

"Heinley?"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Hein-ri standing next to the food cart.

"What is it?"

When asked, raising his upper body, Heinley removed the silver lid from the cart.

A yellow omelette and dark coffee lay.

"Morning, please.

No, I mean, why is the cart here?….

Did you wake up and bring it?

Looking in amazement, Heinley stuck out an omelette on the fork.

As he opened his mouth and ate it, he asked with a proud smile.

"How does it taste?"

"It's delicious, but…."

"You're good at cooking, aren't you?""

"Good job."

"It's a hobby."

There are many people who can't cook at all, let alone the royal family.

He's a real freak.

And someone like this confessed to loving me.

Dazed by the strange feeling, Hein-ri thrust out the omelette again.

"Is there anything else you want to eat, Quinn?"

"Can you do everything for me?"

"Of course."

When I ate with my mouth open awkwardly, Hein-ri continued to fork over the food as if she were excited.

After several times, I couldn't stand it and asked.

"Heinley."

"Yes, Quinn."

"Is that… the habit of your species?"

"?"

" Birds feed themselves. I don't know if that's the case with you.…?"

Hein-ri raised her eyebrows as if she had never thought what I said.

Then he stared at me through for a while, then folded his arms with a serious expression.

No? Did I make you feel bad because I treated you like a bird?

Looking worried, Hein-li only confided in a long time.

"I don't know. But I think that's what she said."

"Really?"

"My father was very strict, and strangely he always fed me food."

"!"

"I wasn't that close with you either, but you were feeding me strangely."

"Ah."

"Come to think of it, this thought came to me from the moment I fell in love with Queen. I'll have to feed him."

So even if a baby is born between us, will Hein-ri feed each of us one by himself?

I think it's going to be cute, but….

At that moment. A dangerous idea occurred to me.

"Hainly, I'm asking because I'm really curious, no, important."

"Yes, Quinn."

"Maybe your people are the…."

"?"

"Are you born as an egg?"

Sovishu, who called for the Marquis of Karl, gave him a covert instruction.

"It is said that Rasta's slave trade documents may be in the palace. Find it and bring it to me."

The Marquis Karl asked back in astonishment.

"Is that true, Your Majesty?"

"I'm not sure. That's what Koshar said to Rasta."

Maybe Koshar was angry with Rasta and lied deliberately.

But the first time Koshar took the document, and now it's gone. These two things were true.

"You should be careful to find it, as the story may spread if you make a mistake."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Marquis Karl replied with a stiff face.

If the slave trade document is made public before Rasta's baby is born. No, it would have been a big deal if it was made public even after birth.

I had to find it at all costs.

Then again, at that time.

Rasta was already on her own feet looking for the document.

Sovishu had many aides who would keep their mouths shut for him, but Rasta didn't have them.

At least Duke Ergi is a friend, but he is a friend, not a subordinate.

So I have no choice but to come forward and look for the documents myself.

"Say hi to the Empress."

"Your Majesty the Empress, good afternoon."

However, it was difficult to move secretly because no one recognized her as the empress.

Every time Rasta passed, everyone bowed down.

Unless Rasta comes forward first and tries to talk, the conversation will not continue for a long time, but there was a limit to his behavior as others' eyes are on him.

'I'd like to look there, too. What about the corner over there? I think there's a gap over there, too.'

Because of his dignity as the empress, Rasta bent over and stamped his feet, unable to find various gaps.

I thought it would be comfortable to be the empress. This was uncomfortable.

'I'm going to have to quickly create a close associate or a subordinate.'

If you're an empress, you have to use your fingertips to make people work.

While complaining, Rasta scoured everywhere hard.

It was when I was on the way from the main gate to the main palace.

I saw a fancy carriage for the first time.

Who is it?

I thought it was a carriage used by a nobleman of Namgung Palace, but the carriage passed the road leading to Namgung Palace and headed straight to the main palace.

Usually, he couldn't pull the wagon to the inside, so Rasta wondered and looked through the wagon.

The horseman stopped the carriage when he came close to the spot.

Then he got off the horse seat quickly and said hello to Rasta.

"I see Empress Rasta."

Rasta nodded and greeted him, then asked, pointing his chin into the carriage.

"Who's in there?"

But the horseman's reaction was strange.

You just have to answer me gently.

The horseman rolled his eyes here and there as if it was difficult to answer.

"Who's there?"

When Rasta frowned and asked, the horseman looked at Rasta's eyes and said,

"It's Miss Evelli."

"Miss Evelli?"

Rasta frowned.

If you say so, how can you understand?

I didn't know when I was a slave. After becoming empress, Rasta learned that there are so many nobles in the world.

The nobility from the slave's point of view and the nobility from the empress' point of view were also different.

But how can you understand it if you simply tell me the name "Evelli"?

"Who is Miss Evelli?"

In the end, Rasta asked openly, but the horseman mumbled even more.

While frowning, Rasta suddenly came up with a very unpleasant fact.

Come to think of it, the horseman said hello to him, 'Your Majesty,' and the two talked.

It's not a small conversation, so the person in the carriage must have heard the whole.

Nevertheless, the man in the carriage did not have the courtesy of coming out and treating the empress.

Rasta, who was belatedly angry, ordered the carriage.

"You're rude, whoever you are. Come out right now and say hello."

After a while.

The carriage door clicked open and the yellow shoes came out.

It was the first woman I saw outside the carriage.

a woman of the same age as LeBetty.

Rasta was startled as she tried to yell.

I'm sure I've never seen her before. She was staring at Rasta as if she were an enemy.

The cool glance made Rasta flinch for no reason without realizing it.

But soon more annoyance came.

"You know I'm the Empress, but you're staring at me like that?'

Isn't it so fair?

"Who dares look at Rasta like that?"

The horseman was flustered and hurried up to the woman, Miss Evelli.

"Miss Evelli. Her Majesty. Hurry up and say hello."

The horseman seemed to be having a hard time with the woman.

But he was more afraid of Rasta than she was.

In the end, the woman reluctantly opened her mouth.

But the words that popped up were neither greetings nor apologies.

Neither Rasta nor the horseman expected it.

"You're different from the Empress I know."

eyes filled with discontent with a sullen voice And that cheeky horse.

All three were furious with Rasta's rage.

Rasta could no longer contain her anger and stepped forward.

Then, from the main palace side, Baron Lang ran hurriedly and said,

"Your Majesty, that is the guest of the Emperor."