Chapter 1. Kill the Empress
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“I am meeting the King of Amor for the first time. Welcome. Thanks to you, this year’s July Festival in Tanatos will shine even brighter.”
Gillotti looked at Theoransha, who was standing in front of him, with interest.
The young king of Amor had never appeared in Tanatos before.
Of course, weak foreign royalty may be reluctant to leave the country.
But the King of Amor was young, energetic, and active in diplomacy with her neighbors.
And yet, she had never come to Tanatos in particular.
Gillotti, of course, vaguely knew why.
The conflict between the previous King of Amor and Tanatos, and the resulting history of Amor’s humiliation, was one of the things he witnessed.
Because of this, an Amor Princess was brought in under the guise of studying abroad and then went missing a few years ago.
The accident was quietly buried because the former King of Amor died around the same time, but in any case, there were plenty of reasons to put the current king to shame.
‘But why did she suddenly appear?’
Gillotti added doubt to his interest and stared at Theoransha.
Of course, the serpentine smile did not disappear from his face, but he maintained a favorable expression anyway.
“Winter glory to you. Thank you for inviting me to a wonderful feast. The first time stepping on Tanatos, it makes you blink in many ways.”
Despite the horrifying glare, Theoransha remained resolute.
Of course, her blood boiled and her heart chilled with anger, but she gritted her teeth and held back.
She felt little interest in stepping on Tanatos’ soil, much to her own surprise.
However, she felt that it was more painful than she could imagine to endure the evil in front of Gillotti Tanatos.
More so, because that dirty look in his eyes and wispy white-blonde hair looked just like the previous emperor.
“Ha ha! It will have a different atmosphere from the land of spring and summer. The festival should be abundant and I hope you enjoy them without any shortage. Also, please enjoy the many events prepared by the imperial family with pleasure.”
Theoransha imagined taking Gillotti’s head off, laughing boldly in her head.
She repeated it a couple of times quickly and her anger subsided.
This allowed her to end her conversation with Gillotti with a picture-perfect smile.
As if he knew how she felt, Tamon patted Theo gently on the back so that Helia could not see.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Amor’s General. He’s….still big.”
Gillotti sat arrogantly and looked at Tamon.
Natasha, who was by Gillotti’s side with a painted smile, also smiled at Tamon’s appearance.
“Tamon Krasis sees the winter glory. I am simply delighted to spend the July Festival of Tanatos with you.”
Tamon smiled softly and bowed to the emperor of another country.
The huge figure of him being thoroughly polite even looked elegant.
Gillotti glared at him. He always disliked the talkative Tamon.
It was not that interest was talkative, but that there were many words surrounding him.
Much of it was about marveling at his incredible accomplishments and achievements, beginning when he was a knight, and some of it was about being secretly jealous and envious of this man’s masculine charm.
Gillotti looked down into Tamon’s red eyes.
Well, they were eyes that were said to be proof of his unity with the devil.
His blood-red eyes were gruesome.
Gillotti crumpled his brows as if he was displeased even with eye contact, and quickly tried to finish the greeting.
“Have a pleasant July Festival with your king….”
Just then, Natasha, who had been standing still with her hands on her stomach, opened her mouth.
“How long are you planning to stay here?”
Natasha suddenly interrupted and Gillotti looked at her with surprise.
Natasha looked at Gillotti with a bashful smile and secretly cut in with her true feelings.
“I went to Amor a long time ago. It was a different kind of beauty than Tanatos. After I have a baby… I’d like to go on vacation for a while in Amor, since it’s a warm country. Your majesty, will you please allow me to do so?”
Cold sweat broke out on Natasha’s forehead as she smiled serenely.
Gillotti carefully observed Natasha’s expression, as if she were scared, and turned back to Theoransha.
“Is it alright with the King of Amor……?”
Theo smiled and nodded.
“Of course. You are always welcomed.“
“Thank you. I’m looking forward to it.”
It was Theo who granted the permission, but Natasha smiled brightly at Tamon.
Tamon’s eyes met Natasha’s and smiled mischievously.
Natasha blushed red at the smile and quickly turned her gaze to Tamon’s side.
“By the way…… Who is standing by your side? Her appearance and atmosphere are very, very strange……”
So naturally, a certain woman with her veil down from head to toe entered Natasha’s gaze.
Even Gillotti, who had been reluctant to greet, found a small woman hidden by Tamon’s shadow.
The head-to-toe veil made it impossible for anyone to see her face.
The sleeves of her clothes also fell long and draped, and not a speck of skin was shown because of the garment that hid her from neck to toe.
She was certainly decorated with Amor accessories, but there was no mistaking the peculiar attire.
These were not the clothes of Tanatos, nor the clothes of Amor.
Rather than being decorative for beauty, it was the perfect attire for hiding.
“This person is ……”
Tamon extended his hand toward Asha. Very slowly, Asha took Tamon’s hand in hers.
Two fine legs took a step forward, led by Tamon’s hand.
Theo watched with nervous eyes as Aranrosia approached Gillotti Tanatos and Natasha Roanti.
For some reason, seeing Aranrosia walking straight toward them gave her goosebumps on her spine.
She swallowed her saliva and smiled quietly.
Their Empress, whom they only thought was completely dead, appeared in front of them.
What a dumb look on their faces as they watch her, unaware that she planned to lead them to their doom….
‘Ha ha ha!’
Theo had to barely endure wanting to laugh out loud.
Already, just looking at this seemed to be enough to face the disgusting Gillotti Tanatos.
“This is Aranrosia, my most cherished cousin and fortune teller.”
At Tamon’s introduction, Asha raised her concealed hand and placed it on her chest.
“This July, I have a fortune that says it’s special, so I came here. I see you in the glory of winter.”
Asha’s voice was calm and low.
It was not hard for Asha to speak with a deliberate Amor’s accent.
But the moment Asha’s voice rang out, Gillotti trembled without realizing it.
The strange feeling and fear that stretched his instincts, horrified him.
It was strange.
There was certainly not a single resemblance, yet that woman, the fortune teller, reminded him of someone he was horrified by.
Gillotti stared at the veiled woman who stood before him, forgetting his words.
There was no clear shape, but he instinctively felt a sense of daring.
As Gillotti silently glanced at Aranrosia, Natasha spoke up first.
“Why do you dress like that?”
“A few years ago, I was in a serious accident. The burns left me in a state that I can’t show to others, so I have come to appear like this in order not to offend the eyes of the honored guests. I am sorry.”
The whispered, cautious voice lowered and then lowered itself again.
At the word “burns,” Natasha expressed her sympathy, covering her mouth with her hand as she felt sorry.
“I see. The pain of the burns is horrible, yet you took a lot of effort to come the long way.”
“She just came with joy.”
Tamon looked at Asha, smiling silently as she was quietly playing another person.
There was something cute about this woman.
The last time she had tricked Theoransha, she had played the role of a slave in a flash, and this time she was playing the poor fortune teller calmly.
She was an actor born to change her voice and tone depending on her role.
Tamon was sure if she was born a commoner, not an aristocrat, she could easily make a living with this extraordinary talent and brain.
Gillotti, who had been observing Asha with his mouth closed until that moment, opened his mouth for the first time.
His eyes, which had been shining somewhat suspiciously from the moment he had faced Asha, turned his head stiffly and said,
“I wonder how terrible it must have been to cover everything.”
Gillotti was not afraid to be rude.
He was one who was born with everything under his eyes.
If he had been attentive and facetious, he would not have had so many enemies.
Crossing his legs, he commanded lightly, in an indifferent, cold voice.
“Remove your veil.”