Remarried Empress

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“Hair inside.”

Rashta slapped away his hand, and the cloth fell to the ground.
The fine fabric unfolded, revealing a lock of silver hair that was the same color as Rashta’s.

“Oh…I’m sorry.
I thought you’d like it…”

“That child is yours, not Rashta’s.
Why would I like it?”

“Right.
Yes.
I’m sorry.”

Alan apologized, but he couldn’t suppress the disappointment swelling within him.
He thought that Rashta arranging a mansion in the capital for them meant something.

“You came here because of this?”

 

She looked at Alan with annoyance etched across her face.
Whatever his intentions were, she considered the man in front of her a threat.
The two of them being together would not look good.

Alan made a small noise as he remembered his real purpose of coming here.

“Did you meet my father yesterday?”

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“Viscount Roteschu? No.”

Rashta frowned at her reply.

“He didn’t come?”

“Why?”

“He said he went to see you, and I haven’t seen him since…”

Alan trailed off weakly.

Afterwards, Rashta ordered the maid to escort Alan away.
When he was gone, she fretfully pressed her lips together.

Viscount Roteschu went to visit her and then disappeared? Any other time she would have assumed he had just changed his mind, but Sovieshu had told her a while ago that someone was tailing the viscount.
Was there a connection? Sovieshu was away, and there was nothing he could do here.

 

 

Rashta cursed inwardly and was about to leave the garden, but she paused when she saw the cloth and lock of hair that Alan had dropped.

“…”

She looked around, and then bent down to pick up the cloth and hair. The hair really was the same color as hers, but it was softer, like a baby’s.
Rashta stared at it trembling eyes, then rolled up the cloth and went back to her room.

***

That night.

The messenger arrived at the capital and conveyed Sovieshu’s order to Marquis Karl, who made arrangements to have Viscount Roteschu rescued at the abandoned mansion.

It was left to the Emperor’s Imperial Guard to confine Koshar in his house.
It was difficult to control Koshar by pure physical force, and so it was done with the authority of the Emperor. 

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Koshar regailed what he saw and heard to his friend Marquis Farang, who listened to his story and spouted praises.
They were interrupted by a commotion outside, and Marquis Farang went out onto the staircase and observed the entrance hall.
The guards were informing Duchess Troby the Emperor’s orders.
Marquis Farang hurried back to Koshar’s room.

“The Emperor’s guard are here.
They’re placing you under house arrest.”

 

“Ha.”

“Maybe he knows that you threatened Viscount Roteschu and wants to silence you.”

There was the sound of several people climbing up the stairs.

“I won’t stay here.
I’ll go to the Empress and tell her about this.”

Marquis Farang opened the window and jumped out.

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“Your Majesty.”

I was reading the last book on Rwibt left by Grand Duke Kapmen, when Countess Eliza leaned in close and whispered nervously in my ear.

“Marquis Farang has come to see you.”

“At this hour?”

My eyes fell on the clock.
It was very late.

‘Something’s wrong.’

If Marquis Farang had come to visit me at this time, it had to be serious.

“Let him in.”

I closed the book and set it down the window, then stood up to go to the parlor room.
A moment later, the door opened and Marquis Farang came in with an ominous expression.