Chapter 12

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"……my hair isn't green. Lime Blonde. Blonde."

This morning, too, the hairy, leafy, hairy Live, which existed to show off a
rose called Rosenit, reacted furiously.

Michael, who doesn't know Eve's innermost thoughts, didn't seem to notice
that what he said a while ago was a protest.

I knew it as if I had heard the explanation," he nodded unselfishly.

And I continued to talk behind my back.

"It's so beautiful.”

The words in an indifferent tone were unexpected.

Eve felt a little taken aback by surprise.
I was confused because there was no subject.

Eve wanted to come forward and clarify the meaning to prevent
misunderstanding.

"You mean the Imperial Garden? There are 25 gardens combined with the
main palace and the star palace, so it would be good to look around one by
one."

"I'm looking forward to that. And the beautiful thing isn't just the garden.
So is your head."

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you? That's what I have to say."

It's okay to say that Michael of these days was surprisingly honest.

The problem was something else. Eve knew it was a suicide bombing, but
she couldn't help but point it out.

"Michael, you don't like the royal family, do you?”

"I don'It was a near-conditional, immediate answer. It was clear that he answered
right away without even thinking.
Eve pointed out.

"I'm an Imperial.”

Michael's eyes were fine but slightly bigger and smaller.

It was as if I had just remembered what I had forgotten.

"……I hate it when I think about it. Why did I say that?"

Michael's eyes changed a little while watching Eve.

It's not like the eyes of a bug, but it's like the eyes of an insect that I don't
like flying around.

Other times I would have been slightly hurt, but Eve was more important
now.

"You don't want to think about it? It doesn't matter if you don't think about
it?"Michael replied after a time of serious self-reflection.

"If you are not conscious, there will be no ill will toward you. Maybe it was
influenced by the imprint."

"I think so."

"If that's what you think. It's a good thing, but I don't feel good because I'm
tired when I always have hatred for the person I've served as my master. I
feel like the imprint is controlling my emotions. Oh, is this how it changes
regardless of my will? I'm afraid I'll be truly loyal to the imperial family
without even realizing it."

"That will never happen. Don't worry."

It was a guarantee that only those who knew the future could make.

"I'm afraid to be loyal to the imperial family in front of the royal family, but
you who guarantee that it won't happen are also unique.”

"Is that so?"

"In fact, it's amazing that you're allowing me to be rude without using
honorifics. I knew that the attitude of the empress would change after the
imprint.”

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