Then through the small drawing room, through his sisterâs bedroom, through the kitchen, through the dining room, through the bathroom, through the garden and back through the drawing room⌠He moved from place to place, unable to stay still for a moment.
It was the only thing he could do.
It had been a long time since he had last heard from his sister who regularly sent him letters.
Although his sister lived in the imperial palace, she was not far away.
His sister lived close enough to get in contact within a few hours at most through a messenger.
âSo why havenât I heard from her?â
It was the first time he had not heard from his sister since she entered the imperial palace as a maid.
âItâs worrying. Damn, is she really all right?â
At first, he thought that his sister had attended the wedding of the Emperor and the Empress of the Western Empire.
Because his sister had told him that the new Empress, Rashta, had only two maids, herself included.
At the time Joanson had admired the new Empress, âWhat a simple woman, she is truly humble!â That memory was still vivid in his mind.
The Empress would not go alone to a distant country, so she must have taken all her maids on her journey.
Joanson thinking this way calmed his anxiety a little.
But days after the arrival of the Empress and the Emperor, he still had no news of his sister.
Only rumors of a second concubine of the Emperor.
At this point, Joanson began to seriously worry about his sisterâs whereabouts.
Eventually, Joanson decided to go to the imperial palace to find out the whereabouts of his sister.
Since he had come to the palace several times as a journalist, the guard recognized Joansonâs face and let him in immediately.
Joanson went through a complicated process to be able to talk to the palaceâs internal affairs official.
âI havenât heard from my sister, Delise, in a month. Ah, my sister works here.â
âYour sister?â
âYes, she is a maid of the Empress.â
âAre you sure you havenât heard from her in a month?â
âItâs⌠Itâs about a month, not exactly. Maybe a little more or a little lessâŚâ
The palace internal affairs official clicked his tongue as if in annoyance and said casually.
âIf she was a pretty-faced maid, she probably ran away with some knight who fell in love with her.â
Joanson clenched his fist tightly as he resisted the urge to shout, âHow dare you talk about my sister like that?!â
After all, he was in no position to make a fuss.
âStill, you can check it out.â
When Joanson handed him some silver coins, the official asked condescendingly,
âYes, where does your sister work?â
It was a question he had already cleared up. The official had not even paid attention to Joansonâs words earlier.
Joanson became angry, but quickly responded before the official could change his mind.
âIn the West Palace, where Her Majesty the Empress resides.â
Joanson said exactly what he had heard from his sister.
The palace internal affairs official nodded and looked at the list of employees in his hands.
However, the answer the journalist received was totally unexpected.
âYou said your sisterâs name is Delise, right? That girl seems to have quit the job.â
Joanson objected even more confused,
âHow can that be?! Take a closer look!â
The official responded sullenly.
âI donât know, but your sister is no longer here.â
Joanson, who retreated without much success, decided to head straight for the Empressâ palace.
She had only two maids in her close circle, but many officials had to help her in various tasks. Someone had to know the whereabouts of his sister.
But he couldnât find his sister either.
âSomething is going on.â
Concerned, Joanson began to pace around his room again.
âIâm sure something is going on⌠what should I do?â
The last place his sister had been was in the palace, so he needed to search there.
Even if he could access it, he could not casually search the western palace, the Empressâ palace.
âI need to find a wayâŚâ
After racking his brains, Joanson came up with a brilliant idea.
Empress Rashta.
He could personally ask the Empress who loved commoners.
That would be much easier than trying to search the western palace.
As soon as he had made up his mind, Joanson applied for an audience.
âHow long will I have to wait?â
âThereâs a long waiting list. Youâll have to wait at least a week.â
After that, he tried to find someone who would agree to swap their audienceâs turn.
Everyone had been waiting a long time to make their case before the Emperor and Empress, so no one wanted to swap their turn for one near the bottom.
But Joanson did not stop insisting and managed to change his position on the waiting list with someone else further ahead.
Now he only needed to wait two days.
⌠And on the day when it was his turn to go to the audience chamber, which was located in the main palace, Joanson was elegantly dressed.
In the audience hall, the thrones of the Emperor and Empress stood side by side in the background, with a long carpet stretched out in front of them.
People were lined up in order on the carpet, waiting their turn to come forward and state their case.
Joanson immediately got in line to wait his turn. However, the line did not move as quickly as he expected. After a while, his legs even began to ache.
He felt increasingly worried, he had no idea where, or how, his sister was.
âAhn, arenât you a good boy? Shh⌠be a good boy, my baby.â
Still, Joanson, who was waiting alone, was in a better position.
In fact, there were many people who had brought their babies, just like the man in front of him in line.
Also, the baby kept waving his arms and legs while making sounds that were difficult to understand.
Every time the baby started to whine, the man would say, âAhn, arenât you a good boy? Ahn, whatâs wrong with you?â He looked busy trying to soothe him.
âIf he took that bonnet off the baby, heâd cry less.â
Joanson clicked his tongue when he saw that baby with such an annoying bonnet. However, he opted not to give the stranger any advice.
Meanwhile, the line gradually thinned out, until finally it was the turn of the father holding the baby.
âCome forward and pay your respects to His Majesty, the Emperor and Her Majesty, the Empress.â
When the emperorâs secretary announced, the father with the baby in his arms stepped forward and courteously greeted Emperor Sovieshu and Empress Rashta.
At that moment.
Joanson noticed that the Empressâ expression became extremely rigid.
He did not know why, but the Empressâ expression was as terrifying as the edge of a sword.
âWhatâs wrong?â
As he wondered this, the father with the baby in his arms asked the Empress in a desperate voice.
âYour Majesty the Empress, this baby has never been in his motherâs arms. The Empress is like the mother of all the citizens of the Eastern Empire, so please take the baby in your arms and bless him as a mother would.â