Remarried Empress – Chapter 273. A ghostly disturbance. (1)

McKenna thought for a moment and answered.

"It's not that I don't have any regrets, but can I be honest with you?"

"That's better."

"It's good to do it, but it takes a long time and effort to stabilize the empire. It may be more beneficial to stabilize the country than to push for war."

"…."

"It's okay to build strength for the next generation, and leave the glory to the future generations."

With a sigh, McKenna glanced at Heinrich and expressed her opinion as a cousin.

"It's important to have a lifelong desire, Your Majesty. If you're obsessed with it and choose to be unhappy for the rest of your life, it's going to be a very sad thing."

McKenna said in a very quick voice, "I don't want you to live in regret. It's better to live well,' he added.

Since we were like brothers, it seemed embarrassing to say this slowly.

Serious and frank with McKenna, Heinrich was lost in deep thought.

"What are you thinking?"

I was awakened by the question of Count Juber.

Looking down, the embroidery that started to calm down for a while was in tatters.

"I was thinking of a ghost disturbance."

"Didn't the Emperor tell you not to worry about anything?"

"That's true, but…."

"Do you mind?"

I nodded my head, put the embroidery aside and stood up from the chair.

"You don't know how even the smallest rumors will change. I think it would be better to put it to sleep in advance. Especially if the intentions of the person who made the rumor are not good."

But what should we do?

There was a way to pick up the man who made the rumor.

However, it was difficult to find a person who was rumored.

With the help of his own work, he hid the articles in a place where there was a ghost disturbance, but it also didn't work.

Well, if it's going to be easy, it's probably Heinrich.

He seemed to try to catch the criminal in his own way.

However, the answer came from an unexpected place.

It was the day I called him into my office to discuss trade items, as I could no longer hold meetings with Kafmen.

"Then as we discussed, we'll trade necessities available on the moon and on the sea, supplies available on both continents but not necessarily needed, supplies not available on both continents, exotic luxuries, foreign fruits or grains."

"Who would you like to be the trader in charge of market research? If it's up to you, I'd love to go, but it's not… hell."

"This part should be helped by the Emperor. I haven't been to the Western Empire for a long time either, so I don't have the details."

Capmen, whose medicinal effects remained the same, said nonsense and fell into shame from time to time, but it was still much more efficient than meeting through letters.

But after the meeting, I got up and got up to see Kafmen off.

Kafmen stood quiet for a moment and looked at me, and I looked at him together.

He was often so silent in his fight with his mouth to move mouth.

What Kafmen said at that time was very surprising.

"The Marquis of Katron led, and the Duke of Liberty overlooks it."

There was no other word.

He went out quickly after saying just that much.

But I could understand what he said right away.

Ghost ruckus! Christa's cousin led it!

"He deserves it."

When he told the story that he had received help from Kafmen, Heinri frown and grumbled.

"In addition, he can use fantasy magic. You must have used the magic to make a ghost disturbance."

"Is Marquis Katron a wizard?"

I asked in surprise. The Minister of Foreign Affairs is a wizard out of the blue. Don't you think it's more appropriate for a sorcerer to work in the department?

But come to think of it, neither the great sorcerer, Prince Kafmen nor Henry, are doing anything about magic.

"Was the Duke of Liberty Miss Mulaney's uncle?"

"Yes, Quinn."

The Duke's second son is Mulaney's stepbrother and rival… let's think about this part later.

Now we have to end the ghost disturbance.

"Hainley, can I take care of this?"

"Queen? Of course I'm fine, but…what are you going to do?"

"I'll use this method for the eyes."

At my firm words, Heinrich smiled with his eyes. He seemed to like it.

"Did you think of a specific way?"

"I thought about it beforehand. First of all, I'm going to ask my own copy of the Landre, and I'm going to borrow some articles that have the bodies of the ultra-national knights. And we need to make sure that Marquis Ketron doesn't wake up for a week."

Heinley nodded his head and listened to me with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's not 'an eye for an eye, Quinn?"

"That's right."

"No… it sounds like 'I'm solving everything with my fist.'

Heinrich was pleased to himself what was so funny.

But when I looked at him, he looked at my face and quickly managed his expression.

"I'm sorry. I didn't laugh at you. I laughed because I liked your bold side."

"You don't have to apologize. I just waited for you to stop laughing."

"…I'm sorry, Quinn."

You really don't have to apologize.

Heinley looked more embarrassed as he frowned.

In case he misunderstood more, I told him my plan in more detail.

"If the Marquis Ketron fainted and the ghostly commotion died down, it would be obvious who the killer was. And this time, we can spread the story."

The word 'eye for eye' was a rumor.

Of course, there's a difference between you using false rumors and this side using the truth.

Only then did Heinri understand what I said and said exclamations.

"You're not using your fist!"

"No, you did."

How the hell are you looking at me?

When she heard my request, she readily accepted it, saying, "It's easy."

Instead, he asked for a specific plan he wanted to set.

There is a supranational style of behavior, and I don't want to fit it to other articles.

I agreed, and the Lange Lendre came the next night to announce the success of the plan.

"The ghost will no longer appear."

"Did you put the Marquis to sleep for sure?"

"Yes, a week or so, you won't be able to wake up for about 10 days.

"Thank you."

When he said hello, he immediately stepped down, saying it was not a difficult request.

I was worried if the Marquis' aide or the Duke of Liberty could use other means to continue the ghostly.

This work seemed to rely solely on the magic of the Marquis Ketron.

When the Marquis Ketron fell asleep, the ghost did not appear immediately.

Neither I nor Heinrich had anything to gossip about.

People began to whisper on their own.

They were enraged that it was the work of the Marquis Ketron, who had a grudge against Krista for being kicked out.