Remarried Empress – Chapter 282. The devil looks friendly. (2)
After a few hours, it was a tea party.
Rasta trimmed her bangs that covered the scar and wore a light and comfortable dress that wouldn't strain her swollen stomach.
I've been very heavy these days and my stomach has been pulling often. My legs were too numb, I went to the bathroom more often, and my hands and feet were swollen even if I stayed still.
Mrs. Verdi was taking good care of me next to me, but my body was still tired.
"Baby, I guess you're about to come out."
Rasta whispered to the baby while sweeping the boat.
These days, I'm also interested in the gender of the baby.
Before, I didn't care about my son or daughter. It is good to have a son and consolidate his position as heir, but even if a daughter is born, she can have a son again later.
On the contrary, I thought it would be better to have a daughter and a son.
However, now that the relationship with the Soviet Union is a bit distant, the baby had to be a son.
The Eastern Empire had never had a female emperor.
For the sake of the baby, for himself, the baby to be born had to be a son.
Then someone knocked on the door.
It was a maid.
"A gentleman told me to deliver this."
The maid said so and stuck out the letter to Rasta. Then he added hesitantly.
"Give me this and ask for a reply… and he gave me the money."
"How much?"
"A lot of my law."
On what letter? Rasta opened the envelope with the maid standing and took out the letter.
My eyes swept through the letter. The Soviet Union was able to read and write so well in one bucket.
There was a happy light on the lips of Rasta, who had read the letter.
"Is that good news?"
"Fun news."
Rasta took the letter to his desk, took out the blank letter paper, and inked the pen.
[I don't know for sure if Navi is infertile.] However, I guess that's why I'm guessing because I don't have a baby even though I've been married to her for a long time. However, it is certain that the reason for the Emperor's divorce from Navier is infertility.
If she had thought that she was not infertile, she would not have married her even after divorce.
Rasta thought the divorce from Soviet Sugar Navier was a sure sign of infertility.
However, after writing it like this, it was obvious that he was having fun.
Rasta thought hard and put in a phrase that seemed kind.
[But it's pitiful to speculate that it might be infertility] Nabi will be a good empress, so I hope you don't drive her into a corner with uncertainty.
After putting the letter in an envelope and taking a seal, Rasta put the envelope back to the maid.
Lady Varedy resumed the brushing she had stopped earlier, and Rasta hummed with a feeling of improvement.
However, this mood changed in a flash when I attended the tea party.
The matter of the baby to be born soon became a topic of conversation, because of what an aristocrat was worried about.
"I hope you will grow up healthy when you are born…."
It's a sad voice, but if you listen carefully, you can feel the bones.
I hope you grow up healthy, not healthy…What do you mean? Why are you so meaningful?
Even other aristocrats answered the question like this.
"The Duke of Troby has been loyal to the royal family for generations. But I may not be loyal to the next emperor."
Are these guys cursing at the future of someone else's child?
As the displeased Rasta frowned in the middle of his brow, the trooper shook his hand and quickly added.
"It's hard to get along."
Rasta's mood was still bad, even with excuses.
But Rasta thought it was right.
The Duke and Duchess of Troby are unhappy with her, so of course they will not be loyal to the baby.
Even when the baby became a crown prince and was educated, or when he became a new emperor after becoming a grown-up, he might complain all the time and block his way.
The thought scared Rasta.
The Duke of Troby was a prominent member of the Eastern Empire. There are fewer cases of working as a bureaucrat, but it was influential in society.
Besides, Marquis Parang. What about him?
Having inherited his Marquis position at a young age, he was unruly and had a strong grudge over the expulsion of his friend Koshar.
This person is also a human being who will not be helpful to the baby.
You have to pull it out.'
Rasta, who returned to her room after the tea party, was determined.
I've done some bad things to survive in the palace. It was no problem to add one or two more things here. The palace is like that anyway.
"I'm going to protect the baby.'
People who can block the baby's way should get rid of it.
As soon as Lasta made his decision, he called for mercenaries hired by Lhotesh Zadak.
Within three hours a mercenary appeared.
"Did you call me?"
Rasta ordered a large jewel necklace by throwing it to a mercenary.
"You said you were going to kill people, right?
"…yes."
Can you kill a noble?"
The mercenary laughed as if he had heard a funny noise.
"There's no difference in killing no nobility or commoner."
It was a sound I liked.
"Then kill the Duke and Duchess of Troby."
"!"
"I'm in the Western Empire for a while now, but I'll be right over here. You don't have to rush to death. All we have to do is kill Rasta's baby before it's born. So get it ready and kill it properly."
The mercenary thought for a moment and answered.
"If you want to kill the Duke and Duchess of Troby, you have to pay an extra fee. It's harder and more dangerous."
"No matter how much it costs."
"The basic cost is 10,000 krang."
"Mancrang?"
Rasta jumped with fright. The amount was much bigger than I thought.
"You're going to kill 10,000 people?"
"Not one, but two. Besides, it's not killing two passersby. There's got to be layers of guards, and they have to go through it and kill it."
That was true, but isn't there too much Mancran? Rasta bit his lower lip.
In case it was a mercenary saved by the Lhotesch, the greed was exactly the same.
"It's work to get out of here after killing, and then the Trombie Duchess will release people to kill me. The daughter of the Duke of Troby in the Western Empire can solve people by trying to kill me. If you take the risk of dying and consider the safety afterwards, isn't there actually a small amount of mandarin?"
There was nothing to refute.
Rasta eventually sent out a mercenary saying yes.
'Mancreas…'
But Mancran was also too much money.
She was an empress but couldn't handle the accounts.
Baron Lant gives it right away without asking for the source of the money, but if he says he's going to spend it, he'll ask what's going on. Because he nags a lot.
Even if Baron Langt doesn't ask, Soviet might ask.
"What should I do?"
In the end, Rasta decided to borrow Ergi's hand again. There was no one else to give such a large sum of money.
Fortunately, Ergi smiled and held Rasta's hand again.
"Of course I'll give it to you."
"I'm sorry every time…."
"That's all right. You'll pay me back. Don't you think so?"
"Of course. Don't worry."
The Duke of Ergi brought the usual documents when he lent money.
Rasta looked at the Duke's countenance by writing his name on the document.
When the eyes met, Duke Ergi laughed and asked, 'What's wrong?'
Rasta shook his head.
"I was thinking the peacock was really beautiful."
"Rasta is beautiful, too."
"No, really…I would look like you if I had a devil."
"Devil?"
The Duke of Ergi raised the tip of his lips as if it were funny.
"Don't be offended. Just, I heard that somewhere. The devil is very beautiful because he has to attract people…."