Although Duke Javier used another identity to commission a request, he could not avoid <Evilâs> dense information network. The story that the Duke made a request to find a person, reached Aidenâs ears immediately.
Aiden, who had stopped by the guild, heard the report directly from the submitter, Casey, who was in charge of the actual operation.
âWho is he looking for?â
âA man who raises the auction prices and then disappears everytime.â
Aidenâs eyebrows narrowed. In the meantime, Caseyâs report continued.
âHis age is unknown. He wears a black hood and his face has never been seen.â
ââŠâŠâ
âSo, itâs Master.â
ââŠHeâs looking for me.â
What kind of reaction should he show? Aiden was flustered. It was a very funny situation to ask the information guild to find the head of the information guild.
âWhat should we do?â
At Caseyâs question, Aiden found a pen and paper. It wasnât a matter of arbitrary decision.
Casey snooped around while Aiden wrote a brief note.
âAre you writing to âthat personâ?â
âYeah.â
âJust what kind of person is âthat personâ? Iâm curious because Iâve never seen him.â
âThereâs nothing to know.â
Aiden cut Caseyâs curiosity ferociously. Three years had passed since the creation of Evil. While dealing with foreign affairs, everyone knew Aiden as the guild leader. However, among the guild members, some, who were trusted by Aiden, knew that there was a master above him. However, since Aiden never spoke about the real master, there was no information about him.
âThe information that comes in time to time is amazing.â
Creepy information was brought in to the point of wondering just what kind of route was found. It was the kind of information that could only be heard from the mouths of aristocrats themselves.
When he learned that all the sources of information came from one person, he was curious about the identity. However, neither the individualâs ability nor the guildâs information network could determine the masterâs identity.
âJust what does this person do for a living?â
No gender, age, status, or anything. Casey asked again, ignoring the vibes.
âYou donât believe me?â
âYeah.â
âYouâre too much.â
(T/N: Casey spoke with aegyo here.)
Casey departed sadly, making a whining sound. Aiden called out Mabelâs animal friend, who was always circling around him without looking in his direction. The mouse, suppressed by Aidenâs energy, trembled and took the note.
As he dealt with guild work that was pushed, the day was over. He felt like he couldnât return to the Imperial Palace today. Aiden looked out the window and suddenly thought about Mabel.
âWhat if you fall down when Iâm not there?â
Mabel often tripped over her feet while taking a walk. If Aiden was there, itâs okay since he would catch her, but sometimes, she would return from a walk alone with blood on her knees.
Perhaps, because of that, it was difficult for Aiden to keep his eyes off Mabel. When he woke up, he would take care of Mabel without realizing it.
Mabel had a lax and cute side, so it was unavoidable. It was when Aiden was about to start working again. A small creature was caught in his dark veil.
âSqueakâŠâ
He ignored the mouse that pretended to be pitiful and snatched the letter from Mabel. He was just thinking about Mabel, so he was glad to hear from her.
When he opened the letter that was to long to call a note, Mabelâs crooked handwriting caught his eye. The bloody content didnât match the clumsy handwriting.
[Spill false information about your identity. You can say heâs Marquis Gardeniaâs thug. It wonât matter because their relationship isnât good anyway. And how about gaining Duke Javierâs trust and making a deal with his top? It would be nice to slowly invest in it and then destroy it in one shot!]
ââŠâŠâ
Mabelâs face came to mind, who would have written the letter saying that the stupid Duke Javier dug his own grave.
âYou usually look like a baby your age, but why do you look evil only in these cases?â
He cancelled the saying that sheâs lax and cute.
It was a problem that he didnât dislike the problem that sheâs evil.
***
Yawn
.
I came down from the throne with a small yawn. Even today, I was laying down to be faithful as a lazy Emperor.
âIâll eat cake, brush my teeth, and then take a nap!â
âHeheâŠâ
It was when I was satisfied with my perfect plan once I left the conference hall.
âYour Majesty!!â
Someone called me in a loud voice. I looked back with my eyes wide open. His loud voice also gathered the attention of Daddy and the other vassals, including myself.
âWhath wrong?â
What happened? The vassal who called men had somewhat of an ill-tempered expression. It made me nervous.
âI have something to say to Your Majesty.â
âGo on.â
âI have a wish of a lifetime, and I hope you will listen to it. I sincerely askâŠ!â
How desperate was his wish to ask with such a grand preface? I got serious.
Parliamentary nobles who attended the regular meetings were often referred to as symbols of power. If so, it wouldnât be a problem about money, so what was the problem that canât be solved with money?
âAhâll listhen first.â
However, I wasnât soft enough to say âokayâ right away. When I looked up at the tall vassal uncle, he clenched his fists as if he made up his mind.
âIt is a wish of a lifetime. Just once is fine, so Iâd like to stroke Your Majestyâs headâŠ!â
Bustle!
There was immediate turmoil. All the uncles, who were watching the man as if it was their business, stood up a in a rush.
âThat, that unscrupulousâŠ.!â
âHow dare you spit that kind of impure remark?!â
âThe death penalty! Letâs kill him!â
Daddy, who stared at the man with an eerie look, overwhelmed the vassals slowly. The eyes of the vassal uncles were bloody, as if they were going to rip him to death.
âAre you saying that because you want to die? You want to stroke the Emperorâs head? I see youâre a crazy dog.â
I tilted my head at his voice. And I looked up at the vassal, who was contemplating in fear.
âVassal Uncle.â
âYes, yesâŠ!â
âNot my head.â
âI seeâŠâ
The vassal uncleâs shoulders drooped. But there was a line I canât compromise on.
No matter how much I was the Emperor in name only, with no power, itâs contrary to the dignity to allow a vassal to stroke my head.
I fully understood the feeling of wanting to pet something because itâs cute.
âI donât like looking easy.â
Instead, I raised my hand and grabbed the vassalâs hand, who was sagging weakly. My hand was so small that it was more appropriate to say that I held his finger rather than his hand.
âInstead, I can shake youwe hand!â
As I shook his arm up and down, the uncleâs hand started to shake too.
âHukâŠâ
His eyes widened as if something so surprising just happened.
âMaybe he doesnât like shaking hands?â
It was when I let go because it became somewhat gloomy that Daddy ran and grabbed my hand tightly.
âMabel, what the hell are you doing!â
âUung?â
âWith these small, precious and cute hands⊠how comeâŠâ
His emotions were so overbearing that Daddy couldnât talk.
âIf someone sees this, it would look like I sold my hands.â
I looked at Daddy with cold eyes.
âSo what. Ith my hands.â
âWhat? Mabel, how could you say thatâŠâ
âAnd Daddy pets my head, so how cowld you stwop the vassal uncles fwom shaking my hand?â
âThatâs because Iâm your DadâŠâ
âEven if youâwe my dad, you canât stop me!â
I deliberately spoke strongly, in case he would kill the vassal who asked to stroke my head. Although the request to stroke the Emperorâs head was disrespectful, it wasnât enough to sentence someone to death.
I didnât say anything harsh, but Daddy was in shock.
âSigh. Iâm tired of acting as a daughter.â
It was when I sighed, wondering if I resolved the commotion.
âY-Your Majesty. I also want to shake handsâŠâ
Another vassal came up. Then another uncle stood in line behind him.
âI also want to shake handsâŠâ
âMe tooâŠâ
Suddenly, there was a long line in front of me. I was a little flustered at the situation I didnât expect at all, but I was willing to shake hands with them.
âThank you for your hard work today, too.â
âSob. It is the honor of my family, Your Majesty!â
âGood work, Gwandpa.â
âYes, Your Majesty. Hahaha!â
I greeted the uncles one by one. It was important to maintain a strong militaristic relationship.
âPlease shake hands with me too, haha.â
ââŠâŠâ
However, when Duke Javier smiled and reached out his hand, I wanted to cancel my thoughts a little.
***
Since that day, strange customs occurred in the Imperial Palace.
âJust whatâs going on over there?â
âYou can shake hands with Her Majesty apparently.â
It was the people who asked for a handshake with twinkling eyes as Mabel passed by.
âYour Majesty! A handshake for me too!â
âYes yes. Stay heawthy.â
Shaking hands wouldnât wear out hands. Mabel, a cautious human, shook hands with people happily.
âItâs like an election campaign. Itâs fun.â
Of course, Esteban was angry.
âShitty bastards. To think youâre taking advantage of Mabelâs soft heart.â
Of course, he could pet Mabel, hug her, and leave a kiss on her forehead when she was asleep, but he still didnât like it. Esteban might have been looking at them with blaring eyes, but the people shook hands with Mabel happily, pretending they didnât see it.
At first, he endured it, but Estebanâs patience gradually wore out. Eventually, Esteban reached the point of precipitation.
[If you make contact with the Emperor, you will be fined.]
It was a way to prevent contact with a huge fine. But what Esteban overlooked was that people loved Mabel much more than he thought. Enough that they didnât care about the fine.
âA fine? You just have to pay it!â
âNow we can shake Her Majestyâs hand to our heartâs content without being wary of His Majesty! Haha!â
Rather, they came to like that they were able to shake her hand legally. (?) Thus, thanks to Estebanâs suicide, a specialty was born in the Imperial Palace.
âThe walking fine,â was what Her Majesty the Emperor was called.
***
Today was the day of the class with the priest. In fact, the only ones who knew the truth that Hael, the priest, was the Holy King Michael, was me and the kitty.
âI did it to save the world, but I canât say anything.â
There was no reason to return him to Abelardo because he said he had no purpose other than to meet me and tell me the contents of the oracle.
In fact, there was an impure purpose.
âI have to learn how to deal with divine power.â
The priests in the past were useful enough, but now the opponent was none other than the Holy King. Wouldnât he be somehow different?
He seemed to be a great prey with an excellent use.
When I entered the parlor where the King was waiting, he greeted me in a friendly manner.
âI heard the rumors. The treasury will become quite strong.â
It was a story about the fine Daddy placed. I shrugged and sat across the King.
âIt wasnât exthpected, but having a wot of money is good.â
Money was always the right answer. Itâs the money thatâs rotting in the nobleâs pockets anyway. As I grinned, the King shook his head.
âEven if youâre cute, youâre vicious.â
âThank you for the compliment. Would you like to pay a fine too, King?â
âNo. The priests are poor.â
Sounded like nonsense.
Even though the Holy Kingdomâs territory was small and the population was small, the sincere belief in the Gods of the Kingdom and the tremendous offering can boast great power.
So even if Abelardo stayed still, their finances were so full that their fortunes were piled up. With that budget, they also played with neighboring countries, taking advantage in negotiations.
âThe Holy King is richer than me.â
âI wouldnât be.â
âUng?â
âWhen it comes to private property, there is no one who can beat the Emperor of Ermano.â
As I listened to him, all the things I had received from Daddy since I was born passed through my mind. Ponce Castle, the Imperial North Forest, the Vistante Duchy, and even a villa, a villa, a country, a country, a province, a province, and all sorts of treasures.
Oh yeah, Iâm richâŠ
After provoking for no reason, I brought up the reason for coming here.
âDid you pwepare for class?â
Even today, the King came without a textbook, so I wasnât expecting much. But the Holy King nodded as if it were natural.
âBut you donât have a book?â
The King answered my question.
âWho am I?â
âThe Holy King.â
âWhat did I say the blessing I received from God was?â
âThe memories of the successive Holy Kings?â
âYes. So why would I carry heavy books?â
I admire his attitude.
âWell, heâs stuck up but cool.â
***
Duke Javierâs gold mine had been dug up for days secretly, and the Duke hadnât noticed that his gold mine was being robbed yet.
When everything was going smoothly, the moles came in contact with me out of nowhere. I crouched down and saw the moles heads pop out.
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âWhy? Is thewe a pwoblem?â
[Itâs not a problem, kuhongâŠ. I found something like this in the gold mine.]
The mole dup into the ground for a moment and came out with something. Seeing it, my eyes widened.