After the Temple of Harios allowed the Knights of Saint Malik to join the Holy Knights, the temple became the subject of surveillance. It was a long time ago that the demons and priests, the roots of the imperial family, once fought a war. The temple was incorporated into the empire with the founding of Eliadan and has lived quietly enjoying the prosperity of the empire since then. There have been minor rebellions within the empire, but the temple has never been at the forefront. The temple seemed to have forgotten its long past and easily joined the reign of the empire. However, they suddenly accepted suspicious groups such as the Knights of St. Malik. It was necessary to watch carefully what this meant, whether it was now suddenly going to break up a long-standing friendly relationship.
âCrazy guys. Are you trying to defraud the Marquis of Her Majestyâs secrets? No, what if you live like that? What are you going to do with that?â
No matter how much she thought about it, the intention was very suspicious and scandalous. The Empressâs secret could be something great, or on the contrary, it could be nothing special. Either way, trying to pry it out of the temple caused outrage.
âThe use will vary depending on what kind of secret it is. But it doesnât change the fact that the purpose is to carry out a trick against the imperial family.â
âHuh. So, Iâm getting fever.â
Ryan wiggled her fingers as if holding her sword.
âShall we go and cut off some of their hair, Your Majesty? Either the marquisâ or the Ministerâs.â
Lescal, who was continuing his thoughts, raised his eyebrows.
ââŠyet. There is no justification.â
âWhy not? They are openly revealing their dark intention to interfere with her imperial family.â
Serven cautiously intervened.
âNo, not outright. He said he moved secretly. The reason they found out so quickly was because Dekan was watching.â
Dekan was the vice-captain and third shadow knight who led the Silver Shield. Unlike the two shadow knights who became symbols of the imperial guard, Decan became a literal shadow because of his role.
âHa, damn it. So youâre saying we have to wait until an accident happens?â
âFor now. Even if the imperial family takes issue with the summoning of the marquis from the temple, there is no basis for punishment in itself. âItâs not a crime for a noble to visit a temple.â
That was also correct. Ryan gritted his teeth.
âI shouldnât have let the Marquis go. He should have tortured him to open his mouth. If you know what the secret is, it becomes much easier to respond.â
Serben shook his head eagerly.
âNo, of course I donât believe what the Marquis says, but⊠Still, torture is not allowed. How are we going to take care of it?â
âDamn, damn.â
Ryan tapped her heel on the rough marble floor.
âThen what should we do, Your Majesty?â
ââŠI donât know.â
As Lescal said this, a vein appeared on his neck.
âIf we leave this fuss like this, it will eventually be revealed what the Empress is hiding. Itâs not too late to go and use her hands then.â
It was a cool-headed and rational decision. But Lescalâs expression said that was not all.
âSo?â
âThe Empress will be displeased if the secret is revealed. I donât like that.â
âAhâŠâ
âHmmâŠâ
Ryan and Serben were speechless for a moment.
âBut⊠Her Majestyâs secret may have something to do with her past four years or her memory loss. If thatâs the case, Your Majesty should know. No, Your Majesty should know this before anyone else.â
âI know that. But I donât want to do something that might make the Empress displeased with me. No one likes to find out secrets.â
So he was saying that the Empress was hiding something, and he didnât want the Empress to be angry with him if she found out through a third party. It seemed like Lescal had already become a loving husband. Ryan looked at the floor awkwardly for a moment and spoke again.
âThen um⊠I guess Iâll have to stop the Marquis. If I hurry alone, I will be able to block the path before we reach the temple.â
Then Serven expressed concern.
âNo, even if we can stop today, thatâs it. It would be useless if it were not to ban nobles from entering the temple itself.â
Even if such a ban were imposed, it could not prevent people from approaching Marquis Parshad at the Temple of Harios. It was impossible to ban all nobles from contact with all priests. Serven thought for a moment and said this.
âHow about telling Her Majesty the Empress?â
âTo the Empress?â
âYes. If the Marquis was just shouting, there wouldnât be a problem, but if there really is such a secret, Her Majesty the Empress will have to come up with a solution.â
Even if it was aimed at the imperial family, it would be the empress who would be the one to bite. The Empress also had to know about this matter.
âYouâre making a deal. Your Majesty the Empress will tell you her secrets, and in return, His Majesty will solve her problems.â
That way, there was no need to force secrets through a third party, and there was no need to worry about the situation becoming bigger if the temple was involved.
âItâs a deal⊠good.â
It wouldnât be a good situation for a couple to talk about business as usual, but it was different for Lescal. He was getting closer to the Empress little by little through his dealings.
âI should tell you now. Because it might turn out to be important.â
The last words sounded like an excuse to go to the Empress.
* * *
The Emperor returned before he could finish breakfast. Lasilia greeted the emperor with a roasted quail egg in her hand that she was about to put into her mouth.
âAre you here? Have you finished eating?â
âNo yet.â
It was something he added haphazardly because he was staring at what she was eating, but the answer was surprising.
âYou must be hungry.â
ââŠlittle.â
What kind of Emperor didnât take care of his meals properly? The Emperor was also starving, but he was eating luxurious food that was incomparable to when he lived as a prophet. Lasilia, embarrassed by the fork in her hand, sighed lightly and asked.
âWould you like to eat now?â
Since there was a lot of food prepared anyway, it meant that she was going to eat this at least. The Emperor walked past the table and came to the side.
âI will eat. Give it to me.â
Then, he lowered his head and swallowed the quail egg that was about to enter her mouth.
ââŠI didnât mean to give you this.â
âI thought so.â
Was that possible? She wasnât angry because she already knew that the Emperor was a human being who could lie as shamelessly as he wanted.
âIf you are going to eat, please sit down and eat.â
âItâs okay for me to eat like this.â
âNo. Itâs not possible.â
ââŠâ
The Emperor had a strangely glum expression. Lasilia turned her gaze and pretended not to notice the expression on her face.
âThen how about this?â
Lescal stabbed the grilled quail egg again with Lasiliaâs fork.
âIf I tell you something, you will give me this in exchange for the story.â
âFor what kind of story do I have to pay a price?â
âIt wonât be a story that will cause any harm. Trust me.â
ââŠâ
Lasilia closed her mouth and studied the Emperorâs face. In the meantime, she learned how to read the expressions on that face. The Emperor was not lying. Moreover, the price the Emperor demanded was always simple and insignificant. Even if the Emperor lied, she had nothing to lose. She ate one less quail egg.
âPlease speak. What are you talking about?â
Before answering, Lescal briefly caressed Lasiliaâs hair. However, what made Lasilia more embarrassed than the unreasonable contact were the words that came out of the Emperorâs mouth.
âThey say the Marchioness Parshad knows your secret.â
ââŠyes?â
âI took the bait at the temple. Sooner or later, they might ask for something using that secret.â
ââŠâ
His hand caressing her hair was gentle. But Lasilia was so busy digesting what she had just heard that she didnât even feel where he was touching her.
âHow could that⊠You can do stupid things, right? She must know very well that she, the one who hid the secret, cannot be safe.â
Lescal put the fork into Lasiliaâs hand.
âIt looks like it was a story worth paying for.â
ââŠâ
So, as he was looking at her wondering what to do, Lescal wrapped his hand around the fork in her hand.
âI decided to feed you.â
It had never been like that. He said he would just give it to her. Lasilia pushed Lescalâs hand away.
âDonât change your words. My ears are fine.â
Lescal twitched his lips and looked at Lasilia, then lowered his head and put the fork Lasilia held in her hand into her mouth. She wasnât fed, but she looked similar to what she was fed. After chewing and swallowing his food, Lescal opened his mouth.
âI didnât change my words. I meant to ask you to feed me from the beginning.â
ââŠâ
âThen letâs say it properly this time. If I solve the problem that bothers you about the temple, will you feed me then?â
Even though he always did things that made no sense, Lasilia knew that the Emperor was a sharp and clever person. He noticed the existence of her secret. There was no way he was going to let this go. The templeâs involvement would mean that the situation was more complicated than she could now guess. The Knights of Saint Malik were a group that revered the wizard who waged war against demons, and the Temple of Harios made them the Holy Knights. It was scary to guess what would happen if the temple got the Empressâs secret into her hands. More than anything, she was scared of how the Emperor would come out when he found out she was a fake. Would he pick up the knife and stab the fake in the chest without hesitation?
âWell. I donât think that will happen.â
Lasilia leaned back and slightly opened the distance.
âI donât know what the secret is, but I donât remember, Your Majesty. Even if the temple tries to find fault with a secret, how can that be possible if Iâm like this?â
His golden eyes narrowed as she looked at his direction.
ââŠSo does that mean you donât need my help?â
âIf I remember what the secret is, Iâll ask for it then⊠Oh, the Marchioness said she knew, so I guess you can hear it from her.â
âThe Marchioness is on her way to the temple now. She may have already arrived.â
âBut I still need to know what my secret is. If today is difficult, I should ask her to come tomorrow.â
Lasilia put her fork down on the table. She just hoped that the small clanking sound would not be heard as agitation.
âHow should I call the Marchioness?â
When Lasilia asked, Lescalâs eyes changed for a moment. He didnât know if she was asking this little thing because she really didnât know, or if she was asking it on purpose to pretend she had lost her memory.
âNormally, I have the secretary write a letter. If itâs urgent, send someone directly. I will send a secretary to Marquis Parshad.â
âThank you, Your Majesty.â
Lasilia stood up from her seat.
âIâve finished eating, so Iâll just head back.â
Lescal quickly grabbed Lasiliaâs hand.
âI missed breakfast, so letâs have lunch together.â
ââŠIf you want.â
Even though the blue moon had passed, the Emperor didnât seem to have changed much. She wondered about that. But now there was something more urgent than worrying about such things. She had to stop the Marchioness from arriving at the temple. With her confined to the Empressâs palace, it was natural that she had no way, but strangely enough, it seemed like she might have a way.
âThen at lunch.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â
After leaving the dining hall, Lasiliaâs steps gradually became faster.