-CRASH
A loud noise was heard as the vanity with all kinds of cosmetics on top of it, rolled and fell to the floor. Despite the fact that the carpet had been laid down, several of them fell to the floor with such force that they were shattered into little pieces. Glara, appalled at the discovery, approached Rosemond.
“Lady!”
“…”
She scarily glowered at Glara, and soon hit her cheek hard. Glara had a confused expression on her face over being slapped on the face for no reason. Rosemond soon came to Glara in a horrifyingly low voice, “What…?”
“Lady, why in the world would you do that…?”
SLAP.
Once again, Glara’s head twisted around. Glara’s cheek was sadly reddened with the force from the strong friction. She grabbed her reddened cheek that looked like it would bleed, and in a taken aback voice called out to Rosemond, “La…”
But this time, the words couldn’t even be finished. Once again Glara’s cheek went back, and at the same time, her cheek started bleeding. Glara was now almost on the verge of crying.
“Who… am I?”
“Lady…”
“I said no!”
She yelled like a madman, and Glara flinched in shock and stared at Rosemond forgetting the pain. But Rosemond wasn’t concerned and continued to scream, “I! Because I am not the Empress!”
“…”
“How much! Insults! Suffered! Do you know how I returned?!”
“Ah…”
Glara looked perplexed as she finally understood the reason for Rosemond’s strange behavior. The rise of Rosemond continued.
“Try calling me Empress, Glara. You’re not going to treat me like a mere mistress too, are you?”
“No, no, Your Majesty.”
If she didn’t satisfy her whims now she could disappear without a trace. Glara, with a nervous look, gulped down her saliva and said a bunch of words she wanted to hear.
“You will soon become the Empress. Please calm down, Your Majesty. Anyways, the Empress can’t give birth to a child, so if you wait just a little longer, the master of the palace will change.”
“Miserable…”
She began to cry when she had been yelling moments before, and Glara sighed. Anyways, it was right that she should be appeased right now. Glara disappeared after thinking that she should bring some tea to calm Rosemond down, and Rosemond, who was left alone, promised herself with eyes full of hate.
“Watch and see. I will surely become the Empress, and the words I heard today, I will return them back equally. To those two brats, everything!”
Rosemond was muttering with a sullen look, her face looked like it was overcome with evil. Her hand clenched her bedsheet with so much strength that it revealed the bone behind her skin.
It had been ten days since Patrizia had not seen Lucio. Patrizia, who was not aware of the fact at all, realized it at one point and was amazed.
Anyways, in her position if she didn’t confront him, then it would have been a good thing, so she just wanted this space to last as long as possible. But once she had this idea, of course, Lucio came to visit.
“What is the reason you’re here?”
She asked for the purpose of the visit. It was not a blunt voice but it wasn’t welcoming either since he was not here to ask for her well-being anyway. He would ask a favor for himself, or he would threaten. He looked at Patrizia, who was standing still, and then he turned his head and said, “…A week later, important guests will visit, you know this right?”
“Ahh.”
She nodded her head as if she knew. A week later, an envoy from the Empire of Christa was scheduled to visit. She didn’t know the details because it wasn’t her area, but she knew it was regarding trade issues. Patrizia replied, “Yes I know, Your Majesty.”
“There’s a little change in that schedule. It was originally supposed to be a visit only by the envoys, but earlier today I was asked if their wives could accompany them. I didn’t want to say refuse them since I want to take care of this issue well, so perhaps can you be in charge of meeting the envoys’ wives?”
“…”
He had ended up visiting her because of work. All the good work would go to Rosemond, and all the bad work that bothered or troubled was given to her. Patrizia complained internally, but she knew well that there was no room for rejection.
This originally was the Empress’s affair, and if Rosemond was to take over this, it would be a disaster. As well as the fall of her authority, it may soon empower Rosemond further. In the end, she was in a position where she had to accept. Patrizia nodded her agreement and said, “I will do it.”
“There’s nothing specific you need to worry about. Oh, I forgot one thing.”
“Please speak.”
“The Christa Empire never eats pork for religious reasons. I would like for you to keep this in mind when the meals are being prepared.”
Ah, that’s right. Patrizia recalled what she had seen in a book some time ago. The symbol for their god was the pig, and to not undermine and protect the sacredness of pork, intake was prohibited by the empire… Of course, other than pork, there were no limits on any other meat.
Patrizia nodded showing she understood, and Lucio, who was staring at her, slowly opened his lips.
“How is the work for the Imperial Household, doable?”