The Evil Empress Adores Me Chapter 42.1

TL/N: Hi! Late again, I know. Expect chapters to come out according to schedule, just some time later in the day for now. Busy with life. -_-

As if they had been stabbed, the maids had a completely disoriented look on their faces.

“I would like to remind you that the Crown Prince, his Majesty, is the nephew of the current Emperor Vincent whom you serve.”

I glanced at the maids with a cold gaze.

“Also, please take the utmost caution when referring to the Crown Prince who is under the protection of his Majesty, the Emperor.”

Only then did they fully realize who they were gossiping about and the maids shuddered and their shoulders stiffened.

I added to my words in a stern tone.

“His Majesty, the Emperor became regent on behalf of the Crown Prince.”

Each of the maids swallowed their saliva, now fearful of the consequences for their actions.

I straightened my back and looked straight into the eyes of the maids.

However, at that moment, I recalled what Damian had once explained to me.

“… … Only I, the Crown Prince, can approve of his Majesty's legitimacy.”

This is why the Emperor, his uncle, constantly torments Damian, sending assassins over and over again, but never relenting. He wanted to keep Damian trapped in the palace, never to leave.

Because if Damian were to somehow disappear altogether.. …

The grounds on which the Emperor maintained his title would disappear.

I narrowed my eyes, my vision still focused on the maids.

I wedged myself in between the maids who tried to discreetly look at each other, by speaking to them so that they would focus on me only. 

“You're talking down a prince. Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the Emperor?”

Asking that, I pushed up the tip of my lips.

There was trembling in their eyes.

But right then.

Becky, who took one step forward as if representing the maids, fired at me sharply.

“Gee, are you threatening us now?!”

“Threaten you, is that even possible? No, I'm afraid I'm just telling you the truth.”

I tilted my head.

Becky, who couldn't think of a way to refute Charlize, bit her lips in frustration.

“If my words are threatening to you……doesn't that mean all of you are hiding guilt in your hearts?”

“The gall, calling us guilty!? Watch your mouth! Threaten us again with that mouth of yours and I'll make you regret it!”

“Is that so? A threat, I didn't even think of anything like that.”

No one answered my words.

While maintaining a cool expression on the outside, I breathed a sigh of relief on the inside.

Phew, I guess I learned something worthwhile from following around the maids and the chief maid.

As soon as you follow their example, you can easily change the mood!

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“In addition, is her Majesty, the national mother of Winsor and the only royal servant of the emperor?”

“Who doesn't know that?!” exclaimed Becky, becoming increasingly more agitated.

“Oh, I thought you didn't know.”

I snapped my eyes wide open.

“That's why it's natural for her Majesty, the Empress to be taking care of his Majesty, the Crown Prince… …”

There's no way you don't know this, right?

Asking that, I pushed the tip of my lips upward even more.

“If you're someone who doesn't like the Empress's grace, then why talk about her behind her back?”

“Argh, who are you to teach us?!”

“Well… There's no reason not to and because-.”

At that moment, the sun, which had been obscured by clouds, raised its head.

The rose crystal brooch hanging from my chest reflecting the sun's rays, scintillated brightly with white light.

Wow, good timing?

I finished my speech in a confident voice with my heart pounding.

 “I'm an official maid of the Empress Palace.”

At my answer, Becky's eyes shook violently.

Well, I think I can guess what Becky is thinking right now.

'How can I be pushed around by that little girl, the size of a mouse? It can't be!'

 …. … Maybe I said too much?

Becky on the other hand, was ready to slap me on the wrist like before, entering her slapping stance.

At that moment, Becky raised one hand.

I reflexively closed my eyes.

Yet, I wondered why I didn't raise my hands or try to cover them.

'It might be better to get hit here.' 

The Imperial Palace is a place that upholds rank and status, thus it is strictly punishable for a probationary maid to confront a formal maid, let alone treat her with such indignation and disrespect.

Although Becky's hands had a knack for hitting and each hit stings terribly, I can only tolerate it if I can make a basis for raising the issue formally.

But I couldn't feel the pain I was waiting for.

Instead, a sharp cry resounded.

“Ugh, let me go… … !”

Surprised, I opened my eyes widely.

At the same time, an icy voice struck my ears.

“Am I witnessing a rebellion against your superiors?”

The protagonist of that voice was a man with a beautiful face as if drawn with a brush.

Chapter end