4 - Never Let Go of a Black-Haired Dad
- Regression (4)
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I dusted off my butt and walked ahead of the guard with dignity. Then, from the next room, a terribly dejected voice was heard.
"What... are you leaving already?"
Of course. How long should the direct line of the imperial family stay here? Did you think I was Beomgol? Or perhaps even less than him?
"Wait. And have hope."
Considering the bond we formed today while cursing the Emperor together, I will find a way to get you out.
My tongue was tied, preventing me from revealing my true intentions, but I managed to convey my message concisely. I left the prison, walking with heavy steps. Somehow, I felt bad, as if I had just told a dog to wait and left it behind.
I really am too kind.
Beomgol only acted a little pitiful, and I already gave him my heart.
Following the guard's guidance, I arrived at a place that was neither the Emperor's audience chamber, nor his bedroom, nor a private room or reception room. In any case, it was not a place where that blockhead should logically be.
This was the Empress's Palace, which should have been empty.
Our country has practiced monogamy for generations, and the Empress's seat was currently vacant. There had been movements to bring in a new Empress, but I knew it had been abandoned due to the Emperor's severe trauma.
But the fact that the Emperor was here meant that he had probably just casually thrown the Empress's Palace to a newly brought-in woman.
It was truly against the law, against common sense, and something that the ancestors of the 500-year-old dynasty would weep over.
Even though my mother was a bit, well...
Honestly, from his perspective, he had every reason to have severe trauma.
Anyway, for an Emperor to be so afraid of his deceased wife that he couldn't bring in a new Empress was ridiculous. What a shameful thing.
No wonder he earned the infamy of being a terrible ruler.
"Princess Bisha has arrived."
But this guy, after calling me, didn't tell me to come in.
Well... either he was planning to punish me, or he was in the middle of that(?), one of the two.
There was no way that blockhead was using his brain, so it was probably the latter. I was thinking that when I heard the order to come in sooner than expected.
Goodness. It wasn't the latter?
"Bisha."
"Yes."
"The greetings?"
"Hi."
"......"
"......"
Since I was going to act recklessly anyway, I just went for it, and the blockhead had a maid force me to kneel.
A woman, presumably his lover, was dangling her legs on the bed and looking at me, and this blockhead, without any sense of shame, approached me shirtless.
"Bisha, I heard you hit Trimuti?"
So that little chestnut's name was Trimuti.
But since he would soon disappear from the palace, I decided not to remember it.
"Apologize to your mother and younger sibling."
"But my mother burned to death."
It hadn't even been a year since that happened.
My mother. The last Empress of the Kisomalos Empire and the proud eldest daughter of the Lorowi family, she had gone mad at the blockhead and chose self-immolation.
Actually, she had intended to commit suicide together with the blockhead, but the guards had done their job too well, and it had failed.
The Emperor had suffered burns on half of his body because of my mother, and he couldn't eat meat for half a year afterward. He said the smell of my mother burning was stuck in his nose.
Slap!
The Emperor was truly a coward, and I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh, and my head snapped to the side. It had only been a day since I decided to live recklessly, and I had already been hit so many times.
"Don't even mention that woman! If you apologize to your mother and younger sibling, I will forgive you."
"Did my burned mother come back as a ghost?"
Slap!
The blockhead, who had slapped me twice, seemed to be planning to forcibly drag me to his lover and make me bow my head.
Was this even reasonable? No matter how infatuated he was with that woman, how could he make his only direct heir bow to such a woman?
Hating it more than being torn apart by oxen, I grabbed the lamp that was there for creating atmosphere and smashed it on the floor. The oil soaked into the carpet, and the fire spread easily.
"Hey! I'm my mom's daughter!"
You think I can't do what my mom did?
I stepped onto the fire and stomped on the glass shards, hugging the Emperor tightly. Then, this blockhead, terrified, threw me off and screamed.
"That woman! That woman is crazy! Imprison her immediately!"
Hey, you blockhead! If I had a little more strength, you and I would have gone to the afterlife together today.
Consider yourself lucky!
At the Emperor's command, the servants quickly put out the fire on my skirt and lifted me up to carry me out of the room.
Before leaving this place, I raised my voice again.
"You punk, live right!"
Did I just speak properly? Maybe it was because I was angry, but my blood circulation was good, and my tongue was working well.
I cheered inwardly, but my mood turned gloomy again when I saw the prison again.
Contrary to my very miserable state of mind, a very welcoming voice was heard from the next room.
"Princess, are you back already?"
Yes, Lorowi. Be happy. It seems we won't be able to separate for a while.
I was hot from the fever. As I fanned myself with my hand, there was a tearing sound from the next room, and a few scraps of paper came over.
Lorowi was quick-witted for a prisoner. I gratefully accepted the items Lorowi presented and decided to spread them out on the floor and diligently make a fan.
Then, as I looked closely at the letters in the book, I realized they looked familiar, and I read them carefully. It was an analysis of the republic.
<Martin's Republic Dialogue>
Isn't this a forbidden book in the Empire!
"Lorowi! That's why you're stuck in prison!"
"Oh, you know this book?"
"It's Martin's Republic Dialogue! You crazy bastard! Crazy Lorowi!"
"Hahahaha!"
Why are you laughing, you wretch who deserves divine punishment?
It must be from heaven, not hell.
Lorowi's family's god must be amazing. How else could he get such a precious thing?
Our hell only has one continent and one sea as the entirety of the world, but the gods of heaven communicate with other universes, so they often give amazing things during rituals.
This book, 'Martin's Republic Dialogue,' was one of the items that Kisomalos had given to the imperial family long ago. Since it was a book that denied absolute monarchy, it was sealed as a forbidden book in the imperial library, but I had looked at this book before I died.
At that time, I was desperate to bring down that blockhead. I was so crazy that I even thought about replacing the Emperor with a national vote.
Unfortunately, my position in the imperial family was too small, so it was useless to speak out, and it just remained a thought.
Even if I tried to incite the people, my image was so bad that I couldn't leave the palace.
The reason was that I often brought real estate agents and luxury boutique owners to the Princess's Palace to refund the real estate and movables that the blockhead's lovers had bought, so the people rumored that I was the main culprit of the imperial family's extravagance.
At the time, I didn't have the means or power to quell this, and I thought that the rumors would disappear anyway if I inherited the throne, so I left it alone... and eventually, my body was torn into five pieces.
It was an extremely unfair incident.
"Did you learn how to fold paper?"
"Of course! What do you take me for!"
I can't do difficult things, but I can fold a fan, a fan!
I folded the paper into a staircase shape and folded the finished product in half, fanning myself.
Ah, I feel a little better now. I thought I was going to die from the heat.
Maybe it's worse because I'm hurt.
"Hey, you!"
These wicked guys are imprisoning me, but they should at least treat me!
I got angry and tapped the bars with the fan, and a guard ran over. After hearing my angry command, he bowed his head, saying he would ask his superior and wait a moment.
"Are you hurt?"
"Ugh, that blockhead!"
Wow! I guess I can speak properly when I'm angry.
Taking advantage of this moment when my tongue was oiled, I told Lorowi about how I cursed the blockhead, got slapped, and my skirt caught fire.
Then, right next to me.
Crash!
The sound rang out, and two prison bars flew away. And a bear-like figure appeared before my eyes.
"...Be, Beomgol?"
"Tsk."
This guy should greet me first when he sees me, why is he clicking his tongue?
The man with unkempt hair and beard didn't seem to have his eyes open properly. The cloak was also covered in some black fur, making it look like he was wearing a bear skin. In conclusion, the other person was a bear himself.
The large-framed Lorowi, forgetting that he was a prisoner, walked out, and the passing guards saluted, saying, 'Have a good trip, Your Excellency!'
I wondered if a criminal could walk around so freely, but no one except me seemed to find it strange.
Um... what is that Beomgol doing?
