âWhy should their deaths be an excuse for you to die?â
Excuse? ExcuseâŠâŠâŠâŠ!
Roselyn glared at him with fire in her eye.
But Tamon maintained his serene face even in front of her stern gaze.
In fact, her anger sometimes made him laugh in amusement.
âItâs a sin to fail to protectâŠYes, thatâs possible. But who told you that your death would pay for your sins against the death of that many people?â
âBecause theyâre dead!â
âYes, thatâs right. Dead people donât talk. So the idea of dying for the price of sin is ultimately your idea and your feeling.â
Tamonâs words became a hammer, pounding her down harder and harder.
Her fists, which had been clenched tightly to withstand it, shuddered.
âDoes that mean I should pretend I donât know about the sacrifices of the dead? Because I canât hear their voices any more.â
Tamon shrugged at her retort.
âSo do you think they want you to die?â
âIt wasnât like they wanted to dieâŠ.â
âAha! They died unfairly. So youâre saying you want to die on your own excuses, and you donât need their thoughts anymore? Youâre really ignorant, you know that.â
âDonât say my mind is an excuse.â
âThen should I call it stubbornness or avoidance?â
âItâs not like thatâŠ.!â
Roselyn opened her mouth to refute him and then stopped in surprise.
She had rarely been this excited.
Not in everyday conversation, not at the round table, not with anyone.
âWhy am I doing this?â
Startled, Roselyn fell silent.
Tamon, who had been looking at Roselyn pityingly, continued to speak again.
âCould it be that they want you to survive to the end so you can bring them justice?
âTheyâre not that kind of people.â
âReally? Well, yesâŠ. You know them best. So I ask you. Do the dead really want you to die like this?â
The faces of those who died passed in front of Roselynâs eyes.
Her chest tightened with guilt and grief. She still wanted to go after them right now.
The truth was, she was tired too.
She wanted to go after them, shouting, âIâm tired of being the wise, intelligent, resolute empress.â
She just couldnât understand at all why she had to be hated for living righteously, and why, her precious ones, had to die because of it.
She was so frustrated and heartbroken tooâŠâŠâŠâŠ
That was why she wanted to go on crying like that.
âIf it were meâŠâ
Tamonâs voice softened.
âIf I died protecting someone I loved. But my loved one blames herself for my death.â
ââŠâ
âIâd love to come back from hell and tell her.â
His gentle voice made Roselyn raise her head, which was hanging low.
When their eyes met, Tamon didnât chuckle as he usually did.
He just faced her nonchalantly and said, (*Tamonâs words are what the dead would tell Roselyn.)
âIâm fine, you know.â
ââŠâ
âSo I hope youâre okay too.â
Roselynâs eyes were distorted. Even though they didnât sound alike, their voices and Tamonâs now overlapped.
Why was that, she wondered?
âItâs not your fault.â
The tip of her nose hurt as if she had eaten something spicy. Roselyn struggled to chew the thin flesh in her mouth and suppress the emotions that were building up.
âLive, more brilliantly than anyoneâŠâŠâŠ.â
Roselyn turned away and gazed once more at the dazzling sea.
âBe happier than anyone.â
Tears ran down her dry cheeks, but she didnât wipe them away.
Roselyn pretended not to know that she was crying.
Luckily, the man in front of her also pretended not to notice it.
The first meal in Amor passed so quietly.
***
âWhat is this place!â
Gillotti woke up frustrated.
Everything around him had gone black.
Not only was it black. Something black and sticky was caked all over his body, holding him down heavily.
âGet off! Hello! Is there no one there? Come and clean this up immediately!â
He ordered nervously.
But there was no one rushing over. He struggled with his whole body as he cursed.
At that moment someone stood in front of him. It was someone with a very large and terrible sense of momentum. Gillotti knew someone who could give him such an intimidating feeling.
His father.
âOh, oh, you idiot. Youâre a pathetic one. If I had one more child left, I wouldnât pass on the throne to you.â
Blue eyes flashed in the darkness.
Immediately, a bolt of lightning flashed and Gillottiâs face got whipped. His cheeks burned.
âIâm sure itâll be ruined if I leave my country to a man like you! What is the golden empire? Iâm sure youâre the one whoâs gonna break it down!â
The previous emperor was very angry.
He visited the Dukeâs residence.
He had a favor to ask.
âBecause of you. Itâs your fault that youâre not enough!â
He asked the Dukeâs daughter, who was already engaged to be married, to be the Crown Princess.
The Lady of Sunset family, famous for her cleverness in many fields. She was the granddaughter carefully raised by the previous Duke of Sunset, who was a former Secretary of State and Prime Minister.
Roselyn V. Sunset.
âIf I die and there is anything you do not know, be sure to consult with your Empress. Never make any decision on your own. Do you understand? I asked you if you understand!â
The previous emperorâs roar was still fresh in Gillottiâs ears.
Gillotti, startled, and replied repeatedly. âYes, yes, yes.â
The previous Emperor had oppressed him even to the moment of his death.
Hilariously, the very words that the previous emperor muttered right up until he died were, âYou fool.â
The one thatâs not enough. Not enough to be an Emperor. He was like a bug who was lucky enough to become the Emperor.
âAaah!â
Gillotti shouted as he pushed aside the darkness that was gripping him. He still was immobilized. And it never let go of him.
As he struggled, they became more and more insistent, choking the life out of him.
âWhat the hell am I missing? âŠâŠ! What am I missing? What is it?â
That was the moment.
Something bright burst in front of him.
Standing in the center of the light was the Empress.
She looked at him with a brighter and clearer face than ever, instead of the emaciated, tortured figure that he saw the last time.
âYour Majesty.â
She was vivid and beautiful.
Just like the first time he saw her.
No, much more than that.
âDidnât I tell you to stop?â
âYouâre dead.â
âIts power will kill you. All your evil deeds will become your karma.â
The glowing butterflies roamed around her.
ââŠâŠâŠ It will come straight to you, Your Majesty.â
The butterflies fluttered up as if to protect her and offer her protection.
âYouâre already dead!â
Gillotti shouted through his clenched teeth. Then all the fluttering butterflies that were protecting her flew in unison toward Gillotti.
âAh!â
He was on fire from the glowing butterflies. As the light cleared the darkness around Gillotti, the identity of the heavy black thing that had been hanging over him was revealed.
âYour Majesty.â
âYour Majesty.â
âGillottiâŠâ
âYou killed usâŠ.â
âYour Majesty!â
âGillotti Tanatos!â
âEmperor!â
With that, they, who were innocently dead, grabbed Gillotti and dragged him down.
Dead and black, they desperately held him back and cried out.
âAhhh!â
Gillotti screamed and jumped up. He was covered in cold sweat.
ââŠYour Majesty?â
Natasha, who was sleeping next to him, was awakened by Gillottiâs scream.
She stood up with a sleepy face and gently patted him on his shoulder as he gasped for breath.
âDid you have a bad dream?â
âThe Empress is alive. Iâm sure sheâs alive! I knew it. That tough woman is still alive!â
Gillotti held his head, shivering with chills. He mumbled incessantly as if he hadnât yet woken up from his dream.
ââOâŠâŠâŠ.. if father finds out. Heâll hit me on the cheek. No, no, no! Iâm missing something, what is it? What is it?â
âMy poor Your MajestyâŠ.The Empress is dead.â
Natasha held the trembling emperor in her arms.
Gillotti trembled for a long time in Natashaâs soft arms and then unexpectedly stood up.
Natasha fell to the side of the bed under Gillottiâs unexpected movement.
âI need to find out if the Empress is really dead. Sheâs alive, and she must be alive!â
Gillotti scurried out of the room without looking at the fallen Natasha.
Natasha sat down at the foot of the bed and stared in dismay at the emperorâs back as he left the room without even looking back.
Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, even though there was no one around. She gritted her teeth and stared at the emperor as he disappeared.
âReally Your Majesty? I thought everything would be fine if the Empress disappeared.âŠâŠ.â
It wasnât.
Her orange eyes, like spring sunshine, glistened fiercely.
She took a deep breath as she stroked her raised stomach.
âWell, Iâm fine.â
Her face had somehow returned to being gentle and kind.
Natasha slowly stood up and crawled to the center of the huge emperorâs bed.
She smiled as she patted the fluffy pillow and the bedding stitched with gold thread, and then patted her stomach with both hands.
âSomeday this will all be yours, child.â
The sky was on Natasha Roantiâs side.
She was pregnant when the Empress died and disappeared.
âBe born and push your foolish father away. Until then, your mother must support him well.â
Natasha took a slow deep breath and lay down in the middle of the bed. Her body and mind were stable as if this place was hers.
Her golden hair was scattered on the red-colored bedding.
She quickly fell asleep as if nothing had happened.