Remarried Empress – Chapter 287. Rescue. (1)
Heinley looked a little surprised. Why am I surprised? Did I say something I can't say?
"What's the matter?"
I don't think I said anything I couldn't.
"What's wrong with you?"
When asked outright, Heinrich raised his eyebrows and replied with a smile.
"No, it's just amazing that she's coming forward."
What's interesting? Anyone who tries to touch the family will come forward. Even a very moderate man would go out to protect his family, but I wasn't a very moderate man.
Henry quickly added.
"When I was in the Eastern Empire, Quinn didn't seem to be dealing with her properly. I didn't even want to get tangled."
"That's right. I didn't want to get involved."
Every time I got tangled up with Rasta, I blamed all the Soviet issues on me.
Later, I didn't want to go near Rasta from my side.
My pride didn't allow me to bully Rasta away from the eyes of the Soviet Union.
"But now things have changed."
Things have changed a lot. Rasta used to be a powerless government that relied on everything on the Soviet Union's love of gunfire, but now she was a empress who could live well without it. I was able to harm my parents as much as I could when I became.
Even when I thought it was a powerless government, she did a great job in ousting my brother and me. I couldn't ignore her.
asked Heinley.
"Have you thought about what to do?"
"I'm going to make you lose your mind. You have to keep yourself busy."
After Henry went out, I called in my lieutenant.
"Find the upper echelon of the East Empire and bring the man in charge."
"Should I bring a small top or a big top?"
"The big top would be good."
It wasn't long before the lieutenant brought in the right owner.
"I've heard that you interact regularly with the Bear Corporation of the East Empire."
The boss replied cautiously because he didn't know why I called him.
"Yes, Empress."
"I have something to do for you."
"Lord me."
"It's not difficult, so you can relax."
When asked to relax, the owner became more nervous and clasped his hands tightly. He seemed to think that I would make unreasonable demands.
But really he didn't have to be nervous. I have a plan in my head to keep Rastar from thinking about anything else, which has never hurt the owner of the store.
"What should I do…."
"When trading with the Bear Merchants, encourage them to make sure that the bill is issued correctly and that it is being used properly. That's it."
Easy, right?
"Well?"
"Yeah. Whatever excuse you make is fine. Whether you've heard that counterfeiting is a trend, or if there's a top that's lost a lot of money by counterfeiting, you can scare them around like this."
The merchant swallowed a dry saliva.
"Is that really all you need?"
"Yes."
It seemed easier than I thought, but the merchant replied with confidence.
The minister who sent to Whitemond returned. Without a break, the minister visited Heinrich immediately and reported the results of his visit.
"Everyone on the top is fine. They didn't cause problems."
"But why did you keep him? To the top of us who didn't cause any trouble?"
asked Heinley with his arm on the desk. He was smiling faintly, but he looked offended.
In fact, Heinrich was thinking that even if the top of the Eastern Empire passed by, he would have acted like this in a small kingdom. The answer was no.
"On the part of White Monde, it seemed to take what the West had called a threat."
The minister looked on Heinrich's face and said,
Heinley wrinkled his forehead, smiling only with his mouth.
"The threat?"
His voice was amazing.
The minister said yes and explained it carefully.
"Yes, it seemed like our soldiers might invade the harbor pretending to be a merchant or something like that."
McKenna, who was listening next to me, kicked her tongue and said.
"Now that I've become an emperor, I guess I thought I'd make a secular state."
Heinley murmured sadly.
"It's been a long time since we've been friends, but I can't believe I'm coming out like this What a pity."
The speaking Heinrich's gaze was directed at the Foreign Office's deputy from White Monde to the Western Empire. Whitemond's foreign minister quickly bowed to apologize in embarrassment.
"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."
White Monde's replacement was uncomfortable as if it were a thorny cushion, so he couldn't hold his hands tightly and take them off.
Heinley spoke directly to the vicar.
"Go back to the White Monde yourself, and make sure that the Western Empire doesn't want to hold the sword first unless it comes out 'like this'
"Yes, I will."
As Whitemond's envoy nodded out of the office, Heinrich sat comfortably cross-legged, squinting his eyes. He looked pondering over something, but he looked very cheerful.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
"It's hard to trust a once-betrayed friend like before. Don't you think, McKenna?"
"You mean it's hard to believe if Whitemond opens the harbor again?"
"Yes."
"But why do you keep laughing, Your Majesty? You look happy when you hit the back of the head at Whitemond."
"Is there anything to be glad about?"
Heinley said, pressing the tip of his lip with his hand.
"I just thought it would be okay if we had our own port."
"Do you intend to invade Whitemond?"
"I told you. They were scared once and hit the back of their head. Even if you change your mind this time, what about next time? What's the damage if they take the back of their heads at a more important time.
"That's true."
"…I'll have to do the math."
Every time, Heinrich cooked for me. I'm going to cook for him today to get rid of the awkwardness between us.
I visited his private kitchen, which Henry usually uses frequently.
The neatly and neatly organized cooking room was apparently made with aesthetic emphasis rather than practicality, but it was equipped with everything that was possible.
I rolled up my sleeves and remembered what I could cook. There were only a few kinds.
Corn soup? Mushroom soup? Vegetable soup?
Shall we have an omelet? It's a fancy food. It's something you always eat. Today, I'm just saying that I'll make it myself.
Yeah, let's make something simple but delicious rather than something we can't make.
As soon as I made my decision, I broke the egg into a bowl and stirred it hard.
An hour later, at dinner, I handed Heinri my own omelet.
Heinri ate an omelet with joy.
"How does it taste?"
"It's the best omelet I've ever eaten."
It may be empty words, but I felt good. While watching him eat, I've been trying to suppress the conflict between "love or stability" that has been going through my head for the past few days.
"Don't you eat Queen?"
In doing so, Heinley asked me a question.
"Ah."
Only then did I notice that I had only two bites of all the food. Heinley offered me the omelet dish I had made.
"You should try it, too. It's really delicious. It's not an empty word, it's a sincere word."
I popped an omelet with a fork, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.
But it was weird. As he said, it seemed delicious, but it didn't go well with my mouth.
In addition, the taste of the omelette left in my mouth was somehow considered uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt that what I made was not an omelet, but like a chick porridge, so I became more speedier for no reason.