The Evil Empress Adores Me

rtant thing?

I opened my eyes wide.

The empress spoke to me in an envious, stern voice.

“I can’t believe you were worried about such useless things even after receiving the promise that the empress made herself.”

The empress was about to tease her until a thought popped up in her mind.
She then smiled with mischievous eyes.

“Isn’t it too disrespectful to the empress?”

“I’m sorry, that’s… …”

“If you’re sorry, eat the madeleines on this plate.”

“Eat all of them.”

The empress winked and pointed to the plate of madeleines.

With that random remark, I stopped being puzzled.

What does sorry have to do with eating snacks?

As if talking about the greatest secret in the world, the empress lowered her voice and whispered.

“In these madeleines, there’s a spell that makes you forget your worries and troubles.”

“Really?”

“Yes, so if you empty that plate, all the worries that weigh on your heavy heart will disappear.”

I slowly picked up a madeleine.

“Hap.”

I took a bite and the sweet taste brushed the tip of my tongue, spreading throughout my mouth.

As soon as I finished eating one madeleine, the empress reached out and wiped off the madeleine powder on my cheek.

“What do you think? You won’t worry about that anymore, will you?”

“No, I won’t.”

With tears in my eyes, I smiled broadly.

The empress’s face looked relieved upon seeing my smile.

I picked up another madeleine.

As I shoved the madeleine into my mouth, I swallowed joyful tears that were about to burst.

Because I can be with the empress in the future and because she told me that she will always like me…….

‘I’m so glad.

After finishing the conversation with the empress, my mind felt much lighter than before.

When I came to my senses, I was smiling so much.

I spent the next day smiling all the time and by chance met Damian on my way to the laundromat. 

Together in the laundromat, Damian asked me a question. 

“Why are you smiling so much?”

Damian, who couldn’t understand why, scolded me.

As I was sorting out the dry laundry sent from the laundromat, I ignored his scolding and answered him. 

“It’s up to me.
Why? You don’t want me to be happy?”

“No, that’s not it……huh?”

Damian, who was about to reply, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“You……the way you talk.”

“What’s wrong with my way of talking?”

“Since when have you been so…..bubbly? Also, you haven’t mispronounced anything since we met today.
Did something happen?”

“Yes?”

For a moment, I was surprised too.

You’re right.
I’m no longer mispronouncing words because of my short tongue anymore.

“Wow, well you’ve finally become a little more human.”