Marquis Schulz, described as the Emperor's only friend, learns of the imprisonment of the original heroine and tries to help her.
In the middle of the novel, he reveals his true feelings.
“I thought she was the main culprit in destroying the Emperor, so I just wanted to send her away from the Emperor’s eyes.”
However, he helped her in the end.
But in the original novel, no one makes it to the end alive.
Naturally, the Marquis dies as well.
'Even the hero dies after the heroine.'
'Who wrote this bad novel?'
‘I should have read something more cheerful!’
But it's too late to regret.
I made another desperate wish in my heart.
'Emperor, get married.
Emperor, get married, marry someone other than me, make it quick.
Emperor, please get married, get married in one day, I don’t care who she is, just get married quickly.’
He doesn't seem to be interested in women at all.
“Why?!!”
“Are you talking to me?”
“No, no.
I was just talking to myself.”
I put my arms around Dale and we walked slowly.
“Dale, what do you think about someone sending a basket of flowers to a girl on her birthday every year?”
The Emperor sent me a basket of flowers every birthday.
“I think he means sending flowers.”
“No, not like that.”
Dale gave me a puzzled look.
I asked again, more seriously.
“What if there was a guy who sent a girl flowers every year, even though they had never met, and then suddenly he proposed to her?”
“……!”
Dale's eyes widened.
“Does this mean he is in love with her?”
“…….”
Dale froze like a man about to be trampled by an elephant.
He hesitated, then looked at me, looking pale for some reason.
“I don't know, because I'm not him.”
“Really?
I think so.”
Maybe it is.
I rephrased the question.
“How about this, you don’t think he’s the type who doesn’t care about women, do you?”
“……Is it okay for him to be interested?”
"Yes."
Dale nodded.
“He is interested.”
“I see that……!”
So why hasn't he gotten married yet?
It's not like he's not interested in the opposite sex.
'I was wondering if I changed the original novel.'
I thought maybe the hero's interests had changed, but that didn't seem to be the case.
However, the Emperor was also a naturally cold personality until he started falling in love.
“…….”
I felt a tingling sensation in my gaze.
"Dale?
What's wrong?"
“Don't you like flowers, by the way?”
"Flowers?
I love them."
Dale's expression softened at the answer.
“I love them too.”
"Yes.
Flowers.
Dale, I don't think it's safe to say it without purpose, but your tone as you said those words almost made my heart skip a beat."
I laughed and leaned over to Dale.
Suddenly, it wasn't awkward to be with him anymore.
“Enya.”
Then Dale put his arm around my shoulders.
He had a pained expression on his face, somehow, and looked serious.
Dale leaned down to look at me.
“Actually, I have something I want to tell you.”
“Something to say?”
“I think it's time to…….”
Whammmm!
Then the ground shook.
I looked to the side.
“Woah……!”
Waaaam!
The horse ran madly in front of me.
I leaned out of harm's way, my heart racing.
If Dale hadn't pulled me into a quick hug, the horse would have run over me.
"Are you well?"
Dale asked, looking at me worriedly.
Hey!
Just then the carriage stopped.
Dale's expression was unusually cold as he looked at the impudent carriage.
‘This carriage’s logo, I’m sure I’ve seen it somewhere before.’
The logo is a falcon with two heads facing each other.
I recognized the shield with a burning torch in the middle.
The carriage door opened and a man came out.
A handsome man, wearing a snow-white suit.
Then I remembered.
I remembered what family crest that was.
Marquis Schultz.
“See you here”
The man got out of the car and approached me.
I?
no.
The look was a little more to the side.
Dale?
I turned my head and saw Dale's expression as cold as ice.
“I heard you live like this…….”
Was that a greeting?
"actually."
It was either sarcasm or a joke between two powerful men.
Either way, he seemed happy to see Dale.
He was approaching, with a bright expression on his face.
'Is this Marquis Cassion Schultz?'
Although not everything in the world is judged by appearance, Marquis Schultz has been described as an exceptionally handsome man.
He seemed to be the only man who could be.
But it was much more than I thought.
What can I say.
'Tacky?'
“Who is this young woman?”
I thought he was mind-reading.
I looked at Dale, who didn't say anything.
The dark-haired, golden-eyed, out-of-touch Dale and the flamboyant, blond-haired, red-eyed Marquis Schultz were from two different worlds.
They were complete opposites, it seemed.
“Dale.”
“You have a beautiful voice.”
Then the man smiled at me.
“Casion Schultz.”
“What brings you to the capital?”
Dale covered me with his body.
“I am here to meet the Emperor, I have a meeting.”
There was a hint of laughter in Cassion's voice, and he spoke in a calm tone.
“But the Emperor doesn’t like me.
I was thinking about what I should do…….What do you think?”
“He's not even letting me in, or something, what do you say, should I stay here and explore the capital or should I go to the Imperial Palace?”
Emperor?
I hiccuped for a moment.
Dale turned and looked at Cassion and looked at me protectively.
“Go to the Imperial Palace.”
"Really?
Do you think I can come in?
The soldiers will have to open the gates for me."
“It will open.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Fine, I’m counting on you, but there’s a portal behind…….”
“It will open.”
“Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?”
The Marquis laughed softly.
He looked at Dale and raised both hands.
“Okay, I'll go, I'll go.”
At this time, the Marquis craned his neck and looked at me.
“I'll see you again, right?”
“You better hurry, the Emperor won't keep the gates open for long.”
Marquez's curiosity was met with stern defense from Dale.
“Yes, yes.
Bye.”
The Marquis climbed into the carriage, stepping back.
"I'll see you later."
Marquez's last words seemed to be directed at me.
The carriage drove away.
'How does Marquis Dale know?'
I looked at Dale's face.
His expression was very dark as he stared at the back of the carriage.
* * *
As soon as I got home, my eyes and hair returned to their normal color.
I had only taken a little of the Disguise Potion earlier, so the effect was short-lived.
'But what was that man?'
Did Marquis Schultz and Dale know each other?
From what I remember of their conversations - although it was more of a one-sided conversation - it seemed that they were close.
More importantly, Marquis Schultz was friendly with Dale.
This was unusual.
Marquis Schultz is an expert in conversations, but he is not the type who likes to mingle with others.
He was the type of person who could stand still and have people flock to him.
Marquis Schultz was descended from a long line of distinguished families, and his personal abilities were outstanding.
“Dale, have you showered?”
Dale dried himself with a towel, his face slightly flushed as if he had just stepped out of the shower.
His wet hair was dripping with water and smelled delicious.
Dale looked at me with eyes that looked a little tired.
“I see you haven't slept yet.”