The Evil Empress Adores Me

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I became frustrated and raised my voice.

Damian’s eyes were filled with mixed feelings as he looked at me.

He was grateful for my concern for his health, but he seemed rather perplexed.

He opened his mouth after a while.

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.”

No, you don’t look fine at all!

I was worried about him but I couldn’t keep insisting when he himself said he was fine.

I gave in and spoke to him after a deep sigh.

“I see.
Then, eat first.”

“It’s fine, I don’t have an appetite.”

“You still have to eat.
Right now, crown prince, you look like you’re on the verge of collapsing.”

“… Yes, alright.”

Damian, unable to deny my remark, nodded slightly.

“I’ll bring dinner back here.”

“No, let’s go to the dining room together.”

“But…”

“I said it’s okay, I didn’t want to worry you.”

Damian rose to his feet after saying that.

Just as I was about to stand up, Damian’s body shook furiously as he swayed.

I quickly moved to his side and supported him.

Hey, I think we’re going to fall together!

“Crown prince!”

I shouted urgently.

Perhaps thinking about the difference in our size, Damian attempted to regain his balance after stumbling and succeeded.

Oh my god, Damian.
Why is he like this? And why does it look like he had a hard time breathing?

Damian gritted his teeth and asked me.

“…I’m sorry.
Are you hurt?”

Huh, is he worrying about me now?

I looked up at Damian with a bewildered look.

The heat emanating from Damian’s skinny arms through his thin pajamas was scorching.

“Yo-your body is burning up…”

I stuttered and opened my mouth.

Is it possible for a person’s body temperature to rise this high?

Huh?

Doctor, I need to call a doctor.

But will the Emperor, His Majesty, send a physician to the Crown Prince’s Palace?

The fact that Damian was sick bothered me to the point that the issue was like a tangled thread in my head.

At that time, Damian looked at me.

“Please, Lize.”

The hand on my shoulder was unbelievably hot as if it was a ball of fire.

He spoke in a voice that was exceedingly earnest.

“I know I’m sick… just please don’t tell anyone else.”

It was a whisper that sounded almost like a plea.

Along with those words, Damian’s body dropped to the floor.