Chapter 135. Dad, don’t be sick! 2021.05.18.
The father-daughter war began to unfold in earnest. People who at first shuddered, now bet each other, even betting on who would win.
“As expected, it’s a battle that His Majesty the Emperor has no choice but to win.”
At the words of one maid, the attendant shook her head resolutely.
“no. This time, His Majesty Shang is also quite strong. I believe that His Majesty the Situation will win!”
“Before that, I bet my entire fortune that the aide would fall first.”
“I am still Your Majesty!”
The news even reached the Langard delegation. Of particular interest was Duke Tristan.
“This is quite interesting news.”
He was very interested in investigating a series of incidents in the imperial castle. Then, I realized that ‘Count Aidan Aserad’ was at the center of this case.
“Acerad. angel?”
Duke Tristan, who was puzzled by the name meaning angel in ancient language, found out that the person who gave it to him was the girl emperor. He gathered information by attending frequent family tea parties and banquets.
“Earl Aserad? He’s a scary person. He was the one who was called the Devil of Devlin.”
“I haven’t had an incident since I was exiled to Ermano… but an incident has happened recently, hasn’t it?”
“that’s right. Everyone is panicking after hearing that he recently lost his temper outside the imperial castle and devastated the area.”
The relationship between a boy named Devil of Devlin and a girl emperor in the past. That piqued Duke Tristan’s interest. Even if it wasn’t so, after suffering a painful defeat in a territorial dispute, he was looking for a weak spot on how to avoid returning empty-handed.
“I said that the hardest thing to control is a person’s emotions.”
Because of that, he was struggling over Princess Renesmee. An attendant approached the duke who was contemplating how to use that part and bowed his head.
“dismissal. A letter addressed to Your Excellency has arrived.”
“Today is also the information guild.”
Thanks to their active efforts to exchange magic materials with them in earnest, Duke Tristan was in the midst of looking at the liver. I always thought it would be the Evil Guild today because I always sent it, but my expectations were wrong.
“no. You have revealed that you are a priest of Abelardo.”
“Abelardo? Why is the Holy Kingdom to this body?”
Duke Tristan rose slowly from the couch.
‘Abelardora…’
Since the connection with the mighty Holy Nation had always been coveted, Duke Tristan accepted the meeting without hesitation.
***
Lisandro enjoyed a leisurely rest, shutting himself in his bedroom in the honey-like peace he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was very enjoyable to roll around on the bed like a hanryang without work or training. Except for one.
“I want to see your little majesty. Black.”
Other than that, I was living a daily life of writing because I was on probation and reading because I was on vacation. Today, Lisandro, who skipped early morning training and was lying in bed and eating cookies, had an unwelcome guest.
“Rit. What are you doing pathetically?”
The guest was Pacifica, who stopped by Lisandro’s bedroom right after the meeting.
“Ay sister. you’re sober You should enjoy your long-awaited break to the fullest.”
“Probation is not a vacation. Is your head frozen?”
“Ay sister. Please take a look. huh?”
Laughing softly, Lisandro looked up at Pacifica with coy eyes, but there was no way to get through.
“Lisandro Donovan.”
“Anyway, it’s blocked…”
Lisandro grumbled, getting out of bed and sitting loosely on the edge. Still Pacifica looked at her sister disapprovingly.
“If I had been to the meeting, I would have seen His Majesty. How is your Majesty the Emperor?”
Esteban was put on probation, but he knew it was the lightest punishment. A knight should sacrifice his life to protect his lord for whatever reason, but Lisandro couldn’t do that.
“You are healthy.”
“I’m glad.”
I even heard that he woke up, but I was worried because I hadn’t heard from him since. Relieved, Lisandro asked Pacifica.
“By the way, sister. Why did you suddenly decide to go to the meeting? You didn’t think.”
“It’s none of your business, Rit.”
“Is it because of the Langard delegation? Was my sister that interested in international relations?”
“If you want to waste your time, don’t talk nonsense, organize the library. I told the butler.”
Despite Pacifica’s outspoken arrogance, Lisandro was left alone in his thoughts.
‘hmm.’
There was one predictable part.
“Could it be because of Your Majesty?”
Lisandro assumed that the same bitter face would return to his question. But Pacifica stared at Lisandro with an expressionless face.
“Are there any problems?”
“uh? No, that’s not the case…”
“Go to the library quickly.”
“Uh…”
Lisandro tilted her head as she went to the library as if possessed.
***
“I was very worried, Your Majesty. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Thanks for your concern, Renesmee. It’s a pity that I couldn’t see much of the festival.”
“I’m sorry… but I can’t help it.”
The corners of Renesmee’s eyes drooped down. I felt upset that I couldn’t properly visit the night market that I had been looking forward to so much.
“The night market will open again on my birthday, so you can visit it then.”
Only then did Renesmee’s expression brighten slightly. It was the first time Renesmee and Dylan paid a visit since the day they went out to see the festival. I was fine, but I was somewhat embarrassed to say I was in the hospital. Today, too, I prepared many desserts for Dylan, who eats sweets in silence. After taking a sip of tea, Renesmee continued the conversation with a firm expression.
“I was really scared at that time, but I was really surprised that His Majesty ran to me.”
“Because it was a big commotion to just pass by.”
“Isn’t it because Count Aserad disappeared?”
I could feel Renesmee, who had asked me a question, peeking at Enrique’s expression, who was standing next to her. In an instant, Enrique’s eyes met. For some reason, a subtle air current flowed.
‘At that time, I left Enrique behind and ran away.’
I wondered if I was keeping things in mind at that time.
“Whoever disappeared, I would have run. Enrique I’m sorry I ran ahead of you then.”
“no. it’s okay.”
Enrique replied with a soft smile as usual. But why? Enrique’s eyes touched him differently.
‘Why does he look tired?’
Like Emily said, it might have been because she was overworked. There’s no way I can sleep well because I’m studying and escorting all day and night. After chatting in the middle of it, Renesmee and Dylan rose from their seats.
“Will you see me tomorrow too?”
“I’ll come too!”
“huh. Come tomorrow too.”
Happy to see my cousins off, I called out to Enrique in a very small voice.
“Enrique. wait for a sec.”
Enrique approached me as if wondering. I hurriedly breathed divine power into Enrique before Renesmee could see it. The dark complexion brightened just a little bit.
“I said it was okay to receive divine power from time to time. Are you better?”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Cheer up, Enrique. Also, if you need my ability, tell me anytime.”
But Enrique just stared at me without answering.
‘Again.’
For some reason, I blinked my eyes at the subtle airflow.
“why?”
“…Your Majesty is so kind.”
“uh?”
“no. Please forget.”
With those words left, Enrique left. I scratched my cheek for no reason at the words I didn’t know the meaning of.
***
I went to Oscar’s room for the first time in a while and lay down on Oscar’s lap and grumbled.
“Oscar would be nice. You can also go see Aidan.”
“I can’t go see you often either, Mabel.”
“But where can I meet you? I should have put a barrier on it…”
The current Aidan was like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. Before the war with my father broke out, I told him about Aidan’s ban and my barrier, but my father absolutely refused to allow us to meet.
“I’m still fine, Mabel. Aidan said that magic recovers slowly, perhaps because of the runaway.”
“Isn’t that strange too? What was in the bottle that the assassin threw?”
I investigated the bottle, but I was told that the contents were all absorbed by Aidan’s body, so it was impossible to investigate. As a result of surveillance by the 2nd cameraman, the captured assassin said that he did not confess anything. The heart attack was Veron, but there was no confirmation.
‘At this point, he’s a needlessly neat person.’
Oscar patted my head, wondering how he interpreted me clenching my fists and burning my hatred toward Veron.
“I’m on your side, Mabel.”
“ok?”
“It’s not that the father’s judgment was wrong, but locking Aidan up doesn’t mean the answer will come out.”
It seemed that he knew that I was angry at the thought of my father. Then someone knocked on the door from outside.
“your majesty. Are you here?”
It was Xavier’s voice.
“huh. come in!”
In front of the owner of the room, I proudly shouted. Oscar’s bedroom is not my bedroom. Xavier opened the door and entered, telling me what had happened to me.
“I was told that I had to make a new costume this time. You have to go to the dressing room.”
“Eh. It’s a waste of the national treasury, at mercy.”
“It’s not necessarily like that. Now, shall we go?”
Reluctantly, I grabbed Oscar’s hand and got out of bed. Then, as if he had suddenly remembered, Xavier began to rhyme.
“your majesty. did you hear that? You fell down.”
“huh? Who’s down?”
“That’s right, His Majesty the Situation Emperor, no-.”
“…dad?”
I could feel the blood draining from my face. I hurriedly grabbed Xavier’s hem and shook it.
“Where is Dad?”
“Will you be in the bedroom? your majesty?!”
Just like that, I ran out of Oscar’s bedroom and ran.
‘Dad collapsed.’
There were only two times in my life when I saw my dad weak. One time, when he collapsed due to a rain ritual raid incident. The other time, on the same day I drank hallucinogen, I pointed a sword at me and collapsed. But even then, Dad didn’t try to be a weak parent to me. Living as my dad’s daughter for 9 years, if I have one regret, it’s that I didn’t love my dad when I was a baby. One day my dad declared his abdication to me and closed the door to my heart. I couldn’t do anything even after hearing that my dad passed away. that’s always been on my mind As I ran toward my father’s bedroom, I remembered his face lately.
‘Come to think of it, my father’s face was not good for a few days…’
Thinking that my father’s heart must have been hurt by my cold treatment made me regret it. When I arrived in front of the bedroom, the soldiers guarding the door stepped back in surprise.
“Your Majesty?”
I hurried past them and entered the bedroom. I saw a wide back sitting on the bed. I burst into tears and hugged my father tightly.
“Dad, don’t be sick!”
“…Mabel?”
“You have to be healthy for a long time. It shouldn’t hurt…”
Tears dripped down my cheeks. My face was buried in my father’s back, so I couldn’t see his face.
“I was surprised that you suddenly collapsed. Didn’t I say good night?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why don’t you listen to me!”
“Yes, yes. This dad was wrong, Mabel.”
The gentle caress made me more saddened and burst into tears.
***
‘This little puppy must have misunderstood.’
Esteban patted Mabel’s head as she was crying. It was not Esteban who fell, but Gustaf, his aide. After shouting every day to reduce work, he collapsed from overwork. Xavier tried to say, ‘Your Majesty, no, you are now an aide to His Majesty the Emperor’, but he didn’t listen, Mabel misunderstood, and ran out.
“Huh…”
Mabel shed beads of tears as if she was so sad. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. I know I shouldn’t be like this, but Esteban was a little thrilled. It was a new feeling to see Mabel crying out loud like a child, who was only grown-up and dignified. Then, all of a sudden, a joke arose.
“You said you wouldn’t talk to your father?”
“I’m going to mix…!”
“Even without Gustav?”
“I don’t need Gustaf anymore…!”
Gustav, who suddenly collapsed from overwork, was coldly abandoned. Mabel’s vow not to talk to her father was broken, so the father-daughter war had been won, but Esteban wasn’t entirely happy.
‘What am I going to do by beating my daughter?’
Mabel looked up at Esteban with a puzzled face. Esteban sighed and wiped Mabel’s tears with his thumb.
“Mabel. This dad was grumpy. Aidan was going to release him soon.”
“…when?”
“well. Right now, if you want.”
In the end, Esteban also raised the white flag. Thus, the women’s war without a winner came to an end.
