Chapter 107

If she had Yuri in this place, she would have enchanted it with something like an eavesdropping magic and sent it to the imperial court.

‘I’d rather see that.’

It was probably the fastest way to uncover the truth Cade hid.

‘I’m thinking about all sorts of things.’

Abella closed the box.

“Cade will be the best way to promote. A person who has a magic swordsman, a lover and a family. Everyone will try to buy this.”

“Good.”

Enoch reluctantly agreed. It was because Abella’s expression was as bright as before as she told the story of the business.

Enoch swallowed the bitterness and wiped his face.

*

Layla’s entrance into the palace was done quickly because she didn’t need a ceremony, and she didn’t receive a title either.

After three days of spending time in the hotel with Cade, Layla entered the Imperial Castle.

The cool Imperial Castle felt like an iron cage holding Layla.

The emperor had chosen a very suitable place as a prison for monsters.

She could feel the gazes watching her from the walls all around. Layla bit her lip.

“Damn…”

Cade could not be killed, nor could he be used arbitrarily.

Cade could, if he wanted to, get rid of what Layla wanted. Then he would bury it under Timur’s mist.

Layla bit her nails until they bled.

“Miss Layla.”

“What?” Layla asked in a sharp voice.

“The items from the Emperor have arrived. Would you like to see it?”

Layla chuckled.

The emperor wore a mask that said he favored Layla and made her his mistress. What was this?

‘Are you going to use me politically?’

Layla’s eyes gleamed fiercely.

The noblemen of Timur were stubborn people who saw and heard only what they wanted. They opposed everything the emperor was doing.

Of course, in the end, the emperor always won, but the antipathy towards each other was accumulating.

The emperor threw his prey, Layla, to them.

Even if the emperor only showed affection with Layla, the maggot-like nobles would be drawn to Layla.

They would begin to imagine her as a centerpiece, anticipating the next generation of a child who may be born from Layla.

The emperor would cover them up and try to wipe them out at once.

“Hahaha.”

She had forgotten.

There was one more. Besides Arsene, there was Cade, a more dangerous demon because of that innocent face and his pretending to be ethical.

However, Layla was defeated and she had no strength to deny it.

Layla nodded her head with a cold face.

“Bring it in.”

“Yes, Your Highness .”

Now she had to figure out a way to survive here.

Layla clenched her teeth.

Everything that Layla was trying to do failed because of the variable called Cade. Cade slyly buried the rumors of the plague by bringing in a mistress, while the estate washed away the plague’s name.

Moreover, Abella’s business was showing signs of success.

Arsene would do anything to win Abella…

‘I have to make him my own.’

There were certainly weaknesses in this fortress as well. And for the most part, it was driven by money. Layla painted a smile over her cold face.

“You’re doing a great job.”

“No, Your Highness.”

“I look forward to your kind cooperation.”

She would have to slowly observe everyone to see who was a slave to money and stand by Layla. The emperor offered to let Layla keep Arsene if she kept quiet.

Well.

The emperor would’ve rather killed both Layla and Arsene and minimized the risk.

*

Cade tilted the glass with a languid expression.

All of his memories were so vivid that it often made him nauseous. It was even more so when he met Layla.

Today was the day Layla entered the palace.

Her palace was chosen to be the furthest. A place where she could neither easily get out nor enter, the prison would bind Layla and let her live in the mud.

With a flock of flies twisting around her.

He didn’t think that Layla would keep quiet.

Some of the attendants could be brought over to her side. But Cade couldn’t have thought of what Layla thought.

In the past, Cade and Layla kept each other in check, attacking and defending repeatedly.

“Call the Magic Tower Master.”

And Cade had a few new paddles. The paddle he grabbed in his hand as soon as he returned. Cade’s dark red eyes subsided gloomily.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

And the Magic Tower Master, who was too greedy for his position, was a good hand to use.

Abella was coming tomorrow morning.

He couldn’t just bring Abella to this imperial castle full of poison that Layla weld.

“Your Majesty, the High Priest is coming to Timur.”

Cade put on a deep smile.