Chapter 77 (2/2)
After being recorded in history, the Tarragon Empire was the country with the largest territory on the continent. To the east bordered three allied nations. To the west was the Gorgon Mountain Range, which was considered one of the most remote areas on the continent. In the north was the enemy country that had been at war for a long time. And in the south were small countries that lived under the shadow of the Empire, Hautean was among these small countries.
Tarragon’s people were proud of the Empire, calling it the best man-made work. They believed that the Emperor was a gift sent from heaven. The same went for the Crown Prince, the successor.
“The weather is already dry.”
“Do you want some water?”
“I have a dry booger inside my nose. If I dig it out, my nose will bleed, right?”
“Goodness gracious!”
The Crown Prince Acerus’ aide was the best man of talent from the Imperial Academy. However, his job these days was to read old storybooks and fairy tales from morning to night.
“There’s no such thing as a God of Fate, it’s not written anywhere. Maybe you’re wrong.”
“It’s written in the relics.”
“There’s only things like time, hope, and war.”
“Go wet a handkerchief with water for me. I think I should dig it up.”
“For God’s sake!”
The aide put the book aside and went out to the hallway. He could be heard saying, ‘His Imperial Highness has to pick his nose. Go wet a handkerchief.’ and soon after, the ladies-in-waiting held back their laughter and disappeared.
“You bastard. Do you really have to say that openly? ‘His Imperial Highness needs a wet handkerchief.’ Can’t you say it like this?”
The aide did not listen to Acerus’ complaints. He just sat in his place and kept on reading the old fairy tales.
“When will she come?”
“Who?”
“Someone.”
“Did you get another girl?”
The aide put down the book loudly and asked. It was also a threat saying that he would not let him go if he dated another girl and created chaos again.
“Whew, I’m bored of waiting. I hope she comes soon. I want to talk to her every night. I should just make a pretty house for her in the Imperial Palace.
“You must be crazy.”
“Even her voice is amazing. It’s been a while since my heart was beating this fast. What does she look like? What kind of charm does she have? What about her personality? I can’t even be bored while imagining her.”
“Crazy.”
“Do I look like a crazy guy?”
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“Is that even a question?!”
“I’m talking about the saintess, you bastard.”
When Acerus smiled insidiously, only then did the aide sigh.
“If someone hears you, they will think you have fallen in love after only listening to her voice.”
“That almost happened. It’s fascinating. Usually, a person’s voice will get distorted when you hear it through the lamp, but the saintess is different. Her voice echoed and rang through my ear and made my heart itchy.”
“Hah! God should also let her know that you’re a perv.”
“Cease your nonsense!”
Well now, who’s the one spouting nonsense here?
The aide looked daggers at the Crown Prince.
Acerus giggled. He put his legs on the desk and leaned against the chair. Soon after, the ladies-in-waiting appeared with a twitch on their faces and handed Acerus a wet handkerchief before going out.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, pfft! Your Imperial Highness.”
“Get out. I feel ignoble.”
“Yes, Your Imperial Highness.”
Instead of picking his nose, he wiped his face with the wet handkerchief. Then, he leaned back on the chair after feeling refreshed.
“This won’t do!”
“What now?”
Acerus, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly sprung on his feet and grabbed the aide by his collar.
“Go investigate.”
“About what?”
“Lara, the daughter of Isadora.”
“Who is that?”
“The name of the saintess.”
Acerus smiled widely. His face is full of slyness.
“I’m sure she has a nice heart because she’s a saintess. She may have a talent for reciting sacred poems or she might have majored in theology. She could be a woman who grew up in the temple from an early age, or maybe she could make a miracle herself.”
“So?”
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“I can’t stand it because I’m so curious. Do some background checks.”
The aide thought. Who was the most pitiful? His own self, who needed to make this crazy guy the Emperor, or the saintess, who was involved with this crazy guy.