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Is this infiltration or employment? (1) – unedited
Emperor ‘Cryhel Vehidan Trentus’ had been described as a holy warlord who would go down in the history of Trentus, and I personally realized that this was true. This is because people, regardless of age or gender, were so deeply moved by the fact that they saw the Emperor even from afar, that they could not easily leave their seats.
According to the novel, Trentus, which had reached its peak at the time of the current Emperor, had a strong imperial power that even nobility could not dare to revolt.
Even though it was a vested right, the Emperor who has the highest rank never neglected the people because he had a spirit of patriotism. There was no other way to explain that this combination of an Emperor was a heaven-sent one in a thousand years.
It wasn’t until a long time after the Emperor’s figure disappeared that there was room in the crowded square.
“Handsome, young, and talented…….”
Nevertheless, for the Emperor, not only the concubine but also the position of the empress was vacant. In order to put their daughters in the noble position, the prestigious noble families were busy introducing their daughters to the Emperor day and night.
But, like reading the sutras to the devil, can any other woman catch the Emperor’s eyes, who is already obsessed with Serdebella?
Merson, who was standing next to me, stretched out his long legs and moved his body in strides, bowing in front of me, making eye contact with me.
“Emperor?”
“Yes. What… If you look at his appearance, he has the image of everyone’s first love? Even if he wasn’t the Emperor, if he looked that way, there must have been a lot of people waiting in line to get married to him, man or woman… He’s the Emperor! The world is so unfair, right?”
“…….”
“Ah, and in terms of unfairness, I don’t think you can be left out either.”
If the Emperor had fine lines and soft features, Merson was thick and intense. The depth of the eyes is so deep that even if he looks at people with light thoughts like ‘the wind is cool’ or ‘that cat is cute’, other people will be very burdened with that gaze. It was easy to interpret it as ‘Are you mad at me?’ or ‘Are you interested in me?’
Because of that, it was difficult to take my eyes off of him when I met his deep eyes. It still is.
Merson had a wrinkled forehead, like a disgruntled man, and his pupils were wide open. His face was covered with a cloth except for his eyes, so it was difficult to tell exactly what expression he was making.
“Uhp…….”
Moments later, Merson slid the cloth under his chin and kissed me.
What?! Although a lot of people passed out, it was still a crowded square several times compared to Sezaine’s street. I hurriedly pushed his chest away, afraid that someone would see it.
“Hey!”
“first love? Do you like the Emperor?”
“Don’t say anything strange, and quickly raise the cloth.”
“How is my face? Erina doesn’t like it?”
Contrary to my wishes, Merson was taking off all the covering cloths.
“Erina, take a look. Am I worse than the Emperor?”
HEEYYY!
His black hair was exposed. Then he opens his red eyes alluringly, pushes his face close to mine, and kisses me once more.
“If my face looks weird, I’ll change it, magic. I’ve never tried it, but I will do it if Erina wants to. I think I can do it.”
“What are you talking about? You can’t be more good-looking anymore. You are the pinnacle of beauty.”
“…….”
A long sigh escaped Merson’s mouth in a “Haa-“. The corners of his eyes fell sadly, and his eyes lost their way and hovered in the air.
“… Then I can’t. I can’t be Erina’s first love?”
Oh my God. He got jealous in a strange place and judged his appearance.
I covered his cheek with both palms and pressed it with force. His lips stick out and his cheeks are squished, but he’s still handsome.
“That’s just what it means. Is the Emperor my first love? Absolutely not. According to taste, it is you rather than the Emperor, you. Merson.”
If the Emperor had heard it, would he have gone backwards? A girl he doesn’t know is saying, ‘You’re better than the Emperor~’…….
I comforted Merson and wrapped the cloth back around his head. Merson didn’t refuse, followed my hand and gently gave out his head.
“Then, am I Erina’s first love?”
First love? I’m at a loss for words. What is the standard for first love?
I have never been in pain or in tears because of love. Not only did I have few dating experiences, but I met others lightly and broke up coolly over and over again…….
There are no ex-boyfriends that are clearly engraved in my mind. It means that there is no one who can be concluded as first love.
So, is Merson my first love?
Well… Have I ever seriously considered the feeling of ‘love’ for Merson in the first place?
His eyes were desperate for an answer. He even looked as breathtaking as glass that would shatter if touched wrong.
Like a child waiting for a fixed answer, he stared intently at my lips, from which the answer would flow.
“Try to be my first love, Merson.”
It was a word close to denial, but it wasn’t a strong denial that drove him away. It was also the best I could say.
“I will fill Erina’s everything with me.”
No, I don’t mean it in that way?
Fortunately, Merson didn’t ask further questions. After tying the cloth again, we started looking for the carriage bearing the coat of arms of County Abitz, reminding us of our original goal.
Anyone who looked around suspiciously in the same place would be suspicious to anyone’s eyes, so we changed places and waited, but I didn’t see anything similar, let alone the Abitz family coat of arms. It was a very vague method, so I expected that the probability of success would be extremely low… After experiencing it, I feel weak.
It would be nice if I could grab someone and ask, ‘Where’s the Abitz family?!’ . But then if the question that came back was ‘Who are you, why are you looking for County Abitz?’ we would have nothing to say and would try our best to leave.
There was nothing more dangerous to us, with our shabby appearance and nothing to prove our identity
“Merson, let’s go somewhere else.”
My eyes started to ache. My body also gave a signal to move. I was waiting for Merson’s ‘yes’ sound as I stretched my arms out wide, but my side was quiet.
“Are you tired?”
It was still quiet. I had a kind of ominous feeling, so I carefully looked to the side, but as expected… he’s not there.
“Merson?!”
It was easy to spot him, even though I didn’t look elsewhere a few times.
But there was a problem. It looked like he was having a conversation with someone, and he was showing off his face proudly, unraveling all the clothes that I had been working hard on.