Remarried Empress – Chapter 278. Eyes and ears (2)
"Please!"
When Joanson hung on again, Ariane hesitated and said just one word.
"I can't talk about it because my life is precious."
It's hard to talk about it because it's too precious to live. How can such a scary word be said?
Joenson's fear grew bigger.
Arian's words sounded like his brother was already dead.
When Joanson sobbed with despair, Arion's face darkened.
She looked at Joanne calmly, then took a few steps forward.
Then he spoke in a very small voice so that no one could hear him.
"People are not everything that they see."
"What does that mean?"
"If you think about what I'm saying, you'll get the answer. Doubt the person you trust the most. That's all I can tell you."
Joenson's face went blank.
Arian looked at him in a confused way, then turned around and disappeared in a busy walk.
And three days later.
Arion returned to the palace after her vacation and went to the library with a large book she had borrowed before her vacation.
With her name on her return card, she walked to the deserted bookshelf, saying she would keep the book in place.
Surprisingly, in the west side of the west side stood Soviet Union with its back in its back.
Arian greeted him and mumbled, holding out the book he had brought.
"I did as you told me."
"Good job."
Sovietzsche answered briefly, took the book and put it in the front shelf.
All of the stories that Ariane hesitated to tell Joenson were with Soviet permission.
She was still afraid of Rasta and thought she was unbelievable.
No one truly follows a master who punishes a single mistake.
For Ariane, who is realistic and values safety, it was natural for him to be loyal to the emperor with stable power rather than the Rasta, who may explode at any time.
"You can do this."
The Soviet Union spoke quietly.
"If you do this, you won't be punished."
The first time Koshar woke up was the face he saw just before he passed out.
Gray hair with a greenish feel and black eyes like squirrels.
A bright blow to a person's head with a very healthy impression.….
Koshar lifted himself up with his rattling head.
"What about here?"
When I looked around, it was a shabby room. There's a bed, there's a drawer, there's two chairs and a table….
"Oh, he passed out. I brought it to a nearby inn."
Mastas mumbled in dismay at Koschar's question.
"You brought it in? Who?"
"It's me."
Mastas answered again, looking at Koshar's face.
Then, he jumped up and screamed loudly, bending and straightening his back.
"I'm sorry, Lord Koshar! I didn't know Lord Koshar was weaker than I thought!"
"…weakness?"
"Weak people don't bother, we learned! I'm sorry. I should have let it go."
When Mastas sincerely blamed himself and apologized, Koshar opened his mouth in bewilderment. Who's going easy on you?
However, Koshar did not bother to tell Mastas that it was "the fault of my carelessness."
Come to think of it, if she was hurt anyway, she wouldn't say anything crazy to Navi.
Yeah. I'm glad it turned out like this. I didn't expect to faint. Kosher laughed with relief.
Mastas shrank for fear of hurting the empress' brother, but was briefly dazed when he saw Koshar's smile.
His smile looked like the sun shining on the surface of the water.
Mastas was suddenly thirsty and rushed to drink water with a bottle of water next to him.
It was hard to understand that the driver fainted because he was only hit once.
That smile, which bloomed softly, immediately convinced me.
He must be vulnerable because he's so pretty!
At the same time, Kosher thought:
'You drink all that big bottle of water at once?'
Koshar's pupils grew bigger for a while, but he hurriedly turned away, thinking it would be rude.
After drinking all the water, Masteras asked, feeling good as his thirst subsided and his eyes glistened.
"But it's totally festive here, isn't it? I can hear music everywhere. Is something wrong?"
When the ghost disturbance was over, Kafmen informed me at the time, but I remembered a story that I had put it back for a while.
The fact that the Duke of Liberty was aware of the ghostly disturbance of the Marquis of Katron.
Mulaney's rival Weyan was the second son of the Duke of Liberty.
He sent her to be adopted, but it's not going to be a bad relationship between the Duke of Wijan and Liberty. It was decided for the future of his son made.
Then wouldn't we be influenced by the thought of Duke Liberty?
Yes, Marquis Amares is now almost neutral, but he may change direction when he becomes successor.
There is another reason why Mulaney should be the successor.
But in a small way, it was the family affair of their own, and neither I nor Heinrich could intervene.
In the end, after much consideration, he called Mulaney himself.
Originally, we made a secret agreement with Mulaney so that we wouldn't be estranged from her.
Now that she's completely estranged from Krista, there was no reason to look at her.
Shortly after the call, Mulaney appeared.
The ball was flushed as if it had been not far away.
"I heard you called, Your Majesty."
"Didn't you call me when you were busy?"
"Some work around here. But I'm not busy."
I asked my deputy to bring me the car, and he stuck it out to her.
And when she calmed down, she spoke frankly.
"The assignment you gave me before was a stage that I purposely prepared to highlight Miss Mulaney's ability."
Mulaney looked at me with a teacup in her hand.
"I'm sorry it happened."
But why?
Mulaney didn't move exactly as he grabbed a teacup. Even the eyelids.
The flushed cheeks turned redder. He looked somewhat nervous.
"Miss Mulaney?"
When asked in doubt, she blinked a few times, then lowered the teacup back and put it on her lap.
Then he hesitated and confessed.
"The previous report. In fact… I copied it, Your Majesty."