âIt is as it seems since I am now the betrothed to Kaisar-sama.â
âYes, I know that, but thatâs not what Iâm asking. In the first place, you hated Master Kaisar-sama. Why are you now taking care of his belongings then? If you donât like him, there is no need to force yourself on him.â
âAra? When did I ever say I didnât like Kaisar-sama? Iâd rather say Iâve spent the last few days getting to know who my destiny is. And, of course, that destiny is Kaisar-sama. No one in the empire is nobler than Kaisar-sama himself. He is so strong, so handsome, so dashing. Bridgette, youâre a woman yourself, so you know what I mean. My womb is tingling, and I canât help this feeling.â
âHun, I donât know. The more you speak like that, the more I feel Karendollâs idea of true love is just a lie. Itâs so flimsy. Like a piece of waste paper.â
When I arrived at the school in the morning, I didnât see the usual Karendoll, who always flies to me immediately, but rather, I saw her arguing with Bridgette at damn Kaisarâs place.
I had never seen Karendoll get so emotional in an argument, I was curious to see what they were arguing about, so I listened to their conversation, though doing so was a bit petty.
What I heard was an argument about which one of them was responsible for caring for that trash named Kaisar.
And as I listened to them arguing, I couldnât help but overhear a few inarticulate remarks.