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Episode 8.
"I see."
It was not common to call a particular homunculus driver from morning for short, safe road escort.
"You're being private even before the direct driver snack. You seem to like it very much. Maybe Rosie's the one who released the information on the gossip.’
Sylvestian stepped forward when Eve thought like that.
"I see you, Her Majesty the Seven."
"Never mind. Keep your head up.”
The man named Silvestian in front of him is currently Rosenite's most coveted knight, but he was also a man destined to be abandoned as miserable as a devoted friend to Rosenite within a few years.
Eve didn't feel so good to see him.
"Sir Millard, I've heard a lot about you. A knight of many trades, both sword and magic. I'm sure you're one of the best knights to serve your master well. I sincerely hope you meet a good owner."
He poured out his words of blessing in the hope that his unfortunate fortune would unfold even a little.
But somehow Silvestian didn't answer.
I thought it sounded strange because of the wind that was too sincere. Eve called him, a little embarrassed.
"Well, Lord Millard?"
"Forgive me the rudeness of the little man. I forgot your answer for a moment because you said something very impressive."
"Isn't this a common thing to hear?"
"When you first see me, you're usually interested in my silver hair."
"Ah."
While Eve was spitting out the exclamation of enlightenment, Rosenite shrugged her shoulder from the side.
It was self-evident that one of the royal tribes Silvestian spoke of was Rosenite.
"Uh, well, I see."
"Yes."
Originally, one should not look sideways at the object while talking behind one's back.
Eve looked only at Sylvestian's expressionless face throughout the awkward silence, and it was not until a long time later that she looked back at Rosenit.
"You're gonna be late, Rosie. Let's go to the main palace."
"Yes, sister."
It may not only be in the mood that Rosenite's voice in response sounded low.
The escort was put ahead and the market was followed.
Eve and Rosenit walked side by side along the marble road, slightly distant from Sylvestians and maids.
It happened to be time to water the lawn gardens on both sides of the road. When mana was supplied to golem devices decorated like statues throughout the garden, water was sprayed everywhere.
Called the "water spray golem," the device was a triumph of civilization created by pension technology and magic.
It operates the harness as a power source and automatically watered the garden at any given time.
The pretty rainbow was a bonus.
In addition to the water iris golem, there were countless other devices used for the convenience of the empire.
Alchemy and magic in the Empire were very close to real life. The palace was a sacred place for alchemy.
The sound of the shoes rang the marble.
About half the way to the main palace, Zenit made a blasphemy sound.
"I think the main palace is too far away. Can't we go to the warp? You're a wizard."
"Attack magic and unauthorized warp magic are prohibited in the palace."
"We're the empress."
"Yes, my empress, you're not Her Majesty, are you?”
"Well, then shouldn't we designate coordinates to a deserted area?”
"The watch golem's watching from every corner of the palace."
Eve pointed her finger at the sky.
A cute tadpole-like silver-gray golem was floating in the air.
It was a surveillance device designed to protect the entire palace by transforming the "Suho Golem," which is also used as a pet by alchemists.
You may have heard enough, but ever since then Rosenite has been sniffing and whining for warp magic.
"You can learn magic, too.’
The word went up to my throat.
Of course, I said so.The Hadelun Times front page tomorrow may be hit by the provocative headline of the White Roses of the Gan Empire.
There was a long time of patience.
By finally arriving at the main palace Eve could be freed from Rosenit's pore.
Main Palace, Royal Gracia Palace.
This main hall, which was made as grand and splendid as possible to preserve the dignity of the emperor, greeted the two emperors.
"We're here. I'll be back, Sylvestian."
"Yes, Your Grace."
From the hall in the center of the main palace, only exclusive users and direct drivers were allowed to accompany.
Rosenit didn't send Sylvestian back and put him on standby.
One of the Homunclus knights who was on guard approached and gave an example first.
"The 3rd Empress, the 4th Prince, and the 5th Prince have already arrived." "We need to hurry. Where's the doorstep today?"
"Go to Emerald Hall on the seventh floor."
There was an endless spiral staircase on either side of the main hall, but Eve did not go that way.
He stood on a disk in the center of the hall under the guidance of the SS.
Soon the mana circuit worked and the disk moved up.
It moved two imperial ladies and three maids to the seventh floor at once, passing through the perforated ceiling several times.
The colorful green door opened on both sides.
Eve took a deep breath as if she were on the battlefield.
Here we go.
As the name Emerald Hall, a splendid room decorated with pale green lines greeted Eve and Rosenite.
Bridgete, Rubens, and Icalis had already arrived, as I was told.
They were all sitting around a table set because the morning visitors also had tea time.
The seat was, of course, determined by the succession line to the throne.
Eve stared at the most senior, except for the emperor's seat.
There was a woman in an indoor dress with platinum braids and blue accentuation on a white background.
The cold yet elegant beauty was Bridgette.
In the background, Sedella also delivered a small, admiring whisper.
"Oh, my God. Your Highness, the Third Empress, has a real braid...…
Bridgete was a strong candidate for the Crown Princess, and had already been entrusted with several administrative projects by Desmond II.
Despite his busy political presence, Bridgette was thorough in managing his position.
"I used to admire this look. So I thought you'd be good at it as aha.
Sister! Why did you ruin the country like that...…?’
Of course the answer couldn't come back.
Eve, who came to her senses, bowed slightly to greet her.
"Sister, I see my brother. You must have taken a long trip."
"Betty, Rubens, Ika, hello."
As Desmond II had not yet arrived, Bridgete, who had the highest succession to the throne, had the right to respond to greetings.
"Come on, sit down, you two."
"Thank you."
As soon as he sat down, Rubens and Icalis opened their mouths excitedly.
The object they were interested in was, of course, Rosenite.
"Oh, Rosie! Long time no see!"
"I missed you, Rosie!"
Although there was no direct political power from Rosenite in the palace, she was loved by the people.
The popularity created through constant exposure to gossip and image management could have become a kind of power in itself.
The two princes made a pass at Rosenite, trying to rub it together somehow.
"The Empire's white roses are colored today. Wearing a light pink dress, you look like you're seeing a pure rose."
"Yes, Rosie. All the grass and leaves in the garden of this imperial palace exist to support the beauty of your flower."
"Oh, not just the grass in the garden. Look around right now. All the green stuff in this emerald hall! These are just decorations to make you stand out!"
Rubens and Ecalis raised their voices and flattered Rosenite.
And the flattery was smeared with subtle sarcasm about Eve.
It wasn't just the emerald hall's green wallpaper or jewellery that turned into Rosenite's ornament by the sugarcoating of the two princes.
They spoke metaphorically of Eve's hair color sitting right next to Rosenite.
The Imperial family is born with a Platina Blonde or Honey Blonde, but Eve's hair color was a green lime blonde.
For this reason, it was her hair color that was mainly mentioned when she was ignored for not being an orthodox blood of the imperial family, or compared to her appearance with Rosenite and other imperial women.
Even now, the two princes were using her greenish blonde hair to shave Eve to float Rosenite.
"Oh, there's a lot of course.’
Eve did not respond. More than that, now Bridgete and Rosenite had to focus on keeping their rivals in check.
Soon after, the door of the Emerald Hall opened.
"The Emperor is eating!"
All the mens and the mens rose from their seats.
A middle-aged man with white blond hair turned all-back appeared, leading numerous servants and escorts like peacocks.
Desmond II, who entered his mid-50s, was so good in appearance that at first glance he looked more like a fighter than an alchemist.
'My father...
My father, who lost his voice as soon as the rebellion broke out.
Eve's pumpkin eyes wetted with a dim light when she saw him again. She shouted inside.
'Ah, my father...Why did you choose Betty as your next emperor when you made your child a great harvest?The imperial family, which was worth trying to rewrite in the University of Obama, was completely destroyed.
Empress, imprint the traitor.
Episode 9
In the first place, Desmond II, who had 18 children, could not have been a good father.
The thrill of reuniting with his father was only a fleeting moment, and the subsequent encroachment on Eve's feelings was resentment of Desmond II, who made a wrong choice in the great position of emperor.
Eve lowered her eyes, trying to regain her composure.
"Oh, yeah, everyone was there. Sit down."
Desmond II rubbed his forehead pretending to sweep over two strands of bangs as if his head were throbbing.
How natural it was, except Eve, the emperor and the prince didn't notice.
Desmond II raised his right hand and stirred it inward.
"Give me your car, sir."
"My father."
The moment I waited for has come. Eve stepped out quickly.
"There's a special car I've prepared. Would you allow me to put you on this position?”
"Eve, you got a car?"
"Yes, my old hobby is mixing tea leaves myself. I'm confident in the scent and taste, so please make sure I can put it here."
"Well, there's nothing you can't do about it."
"Thank you, Dad."
At Eve's glance, Sedella dragged the tray and began serving.
Desmond II took the teacup by his mouth first. Desmond II, who took a sip, looked satisfied.
"Well……… that's pretty good."
"Louivosti, combined with lemon balm. Lemon balm is good for relieving headaches."
"Huh? Headache?"
"Yes, when I didn't ask you last time, I saw you pressing your forehead a lot. I was worried if you had a headache because of the political affairs.
I prepared a car with medicinal effects, did I do something for nothing?”
"Haha! That's how our 13th daughter thought about Jim. Even so, Jim has been living with a headache these days.”
"Since last week, I've collected it myself, dried it, and mixed it with care. I'm glad Abamama likes it.”
It was a lie to show off. I made it in a hurry with roughly existing ingredients.
But Sedela, the only witness, quietly refilled the emperor's teacup.
"Oh, my God, is that a lot of work?" I took a bunch of these tea leaves and kept Jim alive for a while."
"What's the big deal about having a lot of hands if you want to? Your father takes care of the empire, and I'm a great pleasure if I can help the empire by taking care of your body." "Hahaha! Then please.
"Yes, Father, no, Dad."
Sneakily spoke of the title. I fixed it pretending to be a mistake.
This trick, which is good to appeal to a lovely daughter, was all learned from Rosenit in her last life.
Desmond II smiled as if it worked out well, creases around his eyes.
"Whoa, that's great. I feel like my headache is going away. It's a great car, Eve."
"Thank you, Dad."
The emperor's succession of praise to the naughty Hwangnyeo greatly shook the air inside the Emerald Hall.
Not to mention Bridgette, Rubens, and Ecalis, who were usually insignificant of Eve, Rosenit, who pretended to be sweet to everyone, but implicitly ignored Eve as lower than him, was also embarrassed.
Eve, what did that eat wrong? Why would you do something you didn't do?
"The stiff kid's gaining favor with his father?’
I feel like Eve is imitating me. That's my role.’
The users of the Imperial Palace also shook their pupils.
"Are you sure you're the 7th Empress? Why would the Eighth Empress do anything she could?’
'What the hell happened to the 7th Empress last night...…?’
'As if he had 10 more years of experience in the palace...…!’
Eve gulped down the teapot, pretending not to know the atmosphere full of shock and confusion.
Desmond II, the absolute power, said he liked Eve's car, so he had to keep up with the rhythm.
Rubens opened his mouth to praise Eve in his own way.
"Hmmm, that's a great car, Dad. Eve, I thought this kid was a room wise man who only sold alchemy, but now I see he had a very useful talent.” Of course, full praise was impossible.
Eve smiled softly as if she knew Rubens' words would be that good.
"Rubens' brother, Tibbending, is similar to alchemy. Good ingredients should be carefully collected, trimmed, and mixed with the correct recipe.
Alchemy talent has also influenced hobbies."
"It has to do with alchemy?"
"Yeah, so I can make such a good car thanks to my father's inheritance of great talent.”
Eve actually thought she looked like her mother, but she couldn't do much to score for Desmond II.
There were no parents who hated it when he praised them for resembling him.
Desmond II, smiling with delight, seemed to be completely cured of headaches.
"Hahaha! Yes, Eve. Your alchemy talent is excellent. What a senior alchemist degree at that age! It's like looking at a young burden."
It's not a high level, it's a high level, but it didn't matter now.
Eve moved her eyes to examine Bridgete.
Her brow, which was quietly savoring the tea, was seen flinching. Eve quickly lowered herself.
"I'm flattered. How can I be compared to John the Empire, the Thirteenth Empress? It's also a shame to get such a big compliment in front of my third sister, who is outstanding in every field. I don't think I'll ever be able to see Betty again, so please don't talk to me, Dad."
"Haha, you're too shy. That's why Betty is so scared that she's looking around."
Desmond II said jokingly, but he knew the truth. Eve says, "That's it, that's it!
I put up with what I wanted to say back.
It was an excellent choice to give Bridgette a moderate boost.
Now that mentioned, Bridgette would be a petty sister jealous of her praised brother if she stayed still in the current situation.
"Eve, I'm happy to have a smart brother."
Bridgete didn't finish his turn to hit the rhythm with empty words. Eve had to cut off the flow because she was not happy with Desmond II's favor alone.
Bridgete spoke to Desmond II in a very friendly tone.
"My dad, I'm so worried that you have a headache. Eve's tea leaves are good, but you can't rely on folk remedies because your father's health depends. Why don't you call a doctor as soon as possible for a checkup?"
"Betty, do you think Jim didn't say anything. I've been called in several times since 15 days ago and I've been prescribed medication, but I haven't seen any improvement."
"Then why don't you turn to magic therapy? I happen to have a jewel that has a terapy effect. It's Ma Jeong-seok who instilled healing magic with a good word. If you put it under your bedside at night, you'll definitely get a clean headache.
"Oh, Ma Jeong-seok. He's at the heart of the world.…!”
What caused Desmond II to suffer from headaches was the problem of diminishing the mining volume of the Majeongseok mine.
I was happily sharing my family's affection, and I was faced with an irritating state of affairs again.
Desmond II couldn't be in a good mood. Bridgette was also late in the day.
"It sounds like I'm getting a headache again. I don't even want to hear it now, Betty."
"……yes, dad."
Bridgette's filial piety failed.
Thanks to this, discussions on the Ma Jung-seok, which made Eve fall out of favor with Desmond II in her last life, have ceased.
"My father."
Now it's Rosenite's turn.
Rosenit cautiously called Desmond II, as if he were a little intimidated by the stern voice that Desmond II gave to Bridgette.
Desmond II's expression was somewhat relieved by the pitiful and lovely appearance of the Empire's white rose.
"What's wrong, Rosie? If you have something to say, say it."
"With all due respect, I don't think I can make you anything to cure a headache because I'm not as talented as you are...…
"Rosie, it's okay. What do you care about?"
"But I want to let you know that my heart for you is second to none."
"What a fellow."
Desmond II said, "Rosenite seemed pretty no matter what I said.
It would have been just right to end here, but Rosenite didn't.
"So I'll give you a heartfelt gift."
"Huh?"
From this point on, Rosenite's tone changed.
Out of nowhere she spoke confidently, pretending to be upset.
"I'll go out to the garden later and pick you an armful of lavender that you favorite lavender. If you receive a bouquet of flowers with my love in it, your headache will go away. You told me last time, dad. I don't have an Elixir the size of my love.”
Eve was about to learn some of Rosenite's confidence in ignoring alchemy and medicine at the same time.
In most cases, Rosenit's aegyo worked well, but it couldn't have worked if he said in front of a person who had suffered from headaches for two weeks.
Elixir, moreover, was a legendary item in the field of portion alchemy.
When Desmond II was in such a good mood, Rosenite openly revealed what he had said in private in front of his other children, the emperor, the supreme authority of alchemy, was in disrepute.
Empress, imprint the traitor.
Episode 10
Even if you are an outsider, there are things you can say and things you can't say.
From the point of view of the alchemist, it was almost as if he had been insulted by the learning he was selling.
Sure enough, not only Eve but also Bridgette was looking down at the teacup with cold eyes.
Rubens and Ecalis were sweating, too.
Desmond II repeatedly opened and closed his mouth for a long time to see if he could control his facial expression.
Eventually, he said with an embarrassing smile.
"Hahaha, Rosie...…. I feel great thinking about Jim. But I don't think it's time for lavender to bloom, so you don't have to waste your time in the garden."
"Oh, well, you must have bloomed in the greenhouse, right? I'll get it for you."
"It's all right, it's all right."
"Yes……but it was given over Desmond II because it was his favorite daughter, Rosenite.
If it were Bridgette Nive who talked nonsense, he would be furious.
Rubens is out to change the subject. Just in time, there was a perfect story to share with the family.
"Oh, there you go! Come to think of it, it's Rosie's birthday soon!"
"Oh, you remembered, Rubens. I'm finally turning sixteen next week.”
"Then you'll finally choose your own article. Isn't it the day when all the people looked forward to it? It's nothing short of an empire's!"
"My brother...…. It's a ritual that everyone in the Imperial family.”
Rosenite was uncharacteristically condescending to ask Desmond II for a big birthday banquet a while ago.
She then spoke to Desmond II, creating a worried look.
"Madam, I'm actually a little worried about the direct driver's choice."
"Well, what do you mean you're worried?”
"I'm ashamed I have no talent for alchemy and magic. I'm not sure if I can
'imprint' homunculus properly."
"Don't worry, Rosie. The imperial blood alone gives you enough control to have one homunculus."
"But the better and the more special homuncloos you need, the more talent you need. What if the imprint fails? I can't sleep at night these days."
"Oh, my God, even if you don't mind."
As soon as Desmond II showed compassion, Rosenite's pink ruby-like eyes shone as if they had found an opportunity.
She lamented, covering her mouth with a wistful gesture.
"Ah, Eve wouldn't worry about this...…
It was obvious that Eve, who had stayed still, would be dragged in.
The 7th Imperial Lady, who defies the imperial tradition by not bringing in a direct article for well over a year.
It was a good target to bite if mentioned at this point.
Sure enough, the friendly atmosphere of the table changed like cold tea.
'Oh, it's time has come. Thank you very much, Rosie.'
Everyone sitting around the table looked at Eve.
It was still stinging and cold in my last life.
Desmond II recited in a low voice.
"Yeah, Eve's talent is great. I don't know if it's possible for Eve to have three immediate knights under her control."
"Oh, really? As expected, Eve is amazing!"
"Whoa... what would you do if you had such great potential?" I don't really want to report directly."
Eventually Desmond II ended up with a long sigh.
He pressed down on his temples to see if the headache was working again.
"Yves, I wish you would stop listening to the imperial tradition. It's so frustrating every time I think about it. Having inherited such a great alchemy talent from Jim and been rotting away. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
"The direct knighthood system is a tradition of our Hadelamid imperial family, which has been observed for half a thousand years, and you are the only imperial family in history to reject it. Don't you want to be a member of the imperial family and not be unusual?"
"……my father."
"Hoooooooo..." No, it's done. Let's stop. What would you do if you heard the answer?"
Desmond II was trying to move on without further admonishing Eve for his sincerity in bringing tea leaves.
He emptied the tea water at once and whispered disapprovingly.
"You'll say no again anyway. You're stubborn because you look like my mother."
"No, Dad."
"What?"
The word of denial was unexpected. Surprised Desmond II looked Eve in the eye.
"What do you mean no?"
Eve sent her heart to Rosenite inside. Rosie, I'll use the opportunity you gave me.’
A calm voice came out of Eve's mouth.
"Madam, I've been thinking about it and I don't think I've been thinking much. I gave you a lot of trouble by going against the system to protect your own beliefs. So I reflected a lot last night."
"Huh? What?"
Fluttering.
Eve rose from her seat without her servant's help.
She grabbed the hem of the dress nicely and bent her knees to be polite.
And I asked politely.
"I'd like to have a direct article now, Dad."
Everyone's eyes in the emerald hall are as big as they pop out.
Sedella was no exception and she almost flooded Bridgette's teacup.
Desmond II looked suspicious of hearing what he had just heard.
Bridgete, Rosenite, Rubens, and Icalis were not much different.
It was not until a long time later that the voice of Desmond II was heard.
"Uh... Eve, you...…uh, well, I mean…...you want to hear the direct article?"
"Yes, my father."
"Well, are you sure? Did Jim hear anything wrong?"
"Yes, Dad. I said I'd like to get a direct article."
"Huh……Deathmond II's gray-blue eyes glazed.
Having been mesmerized for a long time, he turned on the warm tea water and watched Eve again.
"Yves, you've finally grown up!"
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Dad."
"Yes, I wish I'd changed my mind. Raise your head and sit down. Come on, let's sit down and talk."
"Thank you, Dad."
"This is the ramp. There's no slope!"
Desmond II was on the verge of jumping up and down with joy.
Of course, the imperial brothers and sisters felt differently.
In particular, Rosenit, who induced Eve to blame, was most embarrassed.
"Hey, I think things are going wrong.’
Desmond II asked Eve this and that with his body stretched out.
"When are you going to do the ritual?"
"If you allow me, I'd like to make it short today. It's not a ritual that requires a lot of preparation for me anyway.
"But wouldn't you be disappointed if it was too simplistic?"
"No, it's Rosie's snack next week. I think it's right to hold the ceremony as quietly as possible so that the attention can be paid to Rosie."
"I feel so good about my brother."
In Desmond II's interpretation Eve continued, putting a look on her face that was about to get cold.
"With all due respect, I didn't think only of Rosie. Rosie is a yellow woman who is loved by the people. Attracting the favor of the people by
using Rosie has a great effect on creating a friendly public sentiment for the imperial family. This will have a positive impact on your father's reign, whether small or large. For that reason, I thought Rosie's intercession should be greatly promoted as an imperial event, and that I should avoid distracting attention because of my sudden intervention."
"Oh, even that? Eve, now that I see it, it's not just a good heart, it's also a political benefit."
"You're flattering me, Dad."
Desmond II's expression was beyond satisfaction. It was the face of the world's brightest filial daughter.
"Yeah, yeah. But if you're going to have a snack today, does that mean you've already decided on Homunclus as your direct driver?"
"Yes, I have a homunculus in mind."
"Wow••••••!"
An intriguing exclamation came from Desmond II's mouth. The interior of the emerald hall was filled with curiosity.
"Who was that? Come on, Eve."
Finally, the time has come to say his name.
Eve was unwittingly nervous and had to take a deep breath.
Eve made eye contact with Desmond II and opened her mouth.
"I want Michaelis Agneto."
"Huh? Who?"
Desmond II didn't seem to know.
"Oh, it's before Michael stepped into the palace.’
There was no way anyone knew his name, who had been locked up in the corner of the camp.
Now that it has come to this, it has no choice but to name something other than a name.
So even though it was not a favorite word, it was nicknamed Michael at the time.
"Well, I mean...… 'Monster in Public Prison.'”
I looked around the table after finishing my remarks.
They looked more embarrassed than ever when Eve declared she would listen to the direct article.
DESMOND II's face is stiffened to watch Eve for the first time today. The tightly closed lips were perempt.
The first person to come forward at times like this was Rubens, who set the mood well.
He did not hesitate to point fingers at Eve.
"Eve, what the hell are you thinking!"
Empress, imprint the traitor.

Chapter end