YMIA

37

Tap tap tap tap tap……

Lyle had been tapping his fingers for two hours.

Other people would have said ten or a hundred words instead of a single word. But Sid couldn’t say anything because his opponent is the Emperor, so he had to just hold it in.

‘Why, why—did I become the emperor’s assistant?’

It was a coveted position that every noble dreamed of, but Sid was at the point that he was willing to give it to any party that expressed interest in it first.

“Your Majesty, is there something bothering you?”

When Sid asked carefully, the finger hitting the desk stopped.

Lyle turned his head with a gloomy face.

“No.”

“Problems need to be communicated in order to solve them. Problems are meant to be resolved. Please tell me. I’ll be your Majesty’s strength.”

Sid spoke elegantly with his eyes twinkling, but Lyle’s face was cold.

“Okay, go home. I don’t think there’s any more work to be done.”

“Hey, ho!”

Sid, who inadvertently cried out, looked at Lyle with a look of impatience.

Lyle looked at him with eyes that could kill.

“Go.”

“Oh, okay. Then see you tomorrow, Your Majesty!”

Sid’s vows of being Lyle’s support vanished; he was anxious that he would be pulled back in the office if he dwindled too long and quickly left the Emperor’s office with his coat.

Lyle, who was left alone, leaned his upper body back against the back of his chair.

“…….”

As the surroundings became quieter, he thought of Medea more.

Lyle shed a bloody chuckle, recalling the image of Medea he had seen this morning.

What dreams did you see?

She was rolled up on a blanket, and grunted as if it was stuffy. It was fortunate that the blanket was not dumped like the last time —but it was also regrettable.

Lyle sighed and recalled Medea’s other faces.

After Medea lost her memory, face to face appearances showed him many different behaviors and visages.

There were many embarrassing situations where just thinking about it made Lyle’s face hot, but there were other things that made it impossible for him to regard her as the same Medea from before.

Lyle was falling asleep on his desk thinking of Medea. He had not slept the night before because he was busy watching her sleep while guarding Medea’s side.

‘Why are you doing this… when you can see her in person?’

Even though he admitted that he thought he was being pathetic, he couldn’t help it.

Lyle fell asleep with half drowsiness and half thoughts about Medea and leaning his chin on his arm against his desk.

After half an hour, he felt a presence approaching his office.

Knock knock…

At the sound of knocking on the Emperor’s office door, Lyle raised his head with a deep sigh. He hadn’t been sleeping properly, so my whole body was sore.