"You said you would give me anything I want. Then divorce me."
It was the only way for Lasilia to live.
Her husband will one day discover her secret and try to kill her. The secret is that the bodies of Lasilia and the Empress have changed! The empe...
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"Why didn't you tell me?"
After the emperor left, the ladies-in-waiting came pouring in. Lasilia, who finished her bath and changed her clothes, forcibly concealed her expression that she was ashamed and about to die.
"That is... She believes that Her Majesty the Empress cannot be unaware that it is a nightgown." The Marquise's voice crept into the distance.
"Even if I ask again and again, she says that she likes the pajamas of the first night."
"Stop. I see what you mean."
Lasilia let out a small sigh. She was the master of the empress repeating her obvious lies. She said that no one took her word for truth as her empress did.
"As you all know, I lost my memory. I can't remember even a trivial thing like pajamas. If I make a mistake like today, you must come forward and stop it."
"That is... I understand, Her Majesty the Empress.""
Her answer was polite, but somehow not very trustworthy. Even at this moment, her ladies-in-waiting would be confused as to whether or not the empress was lying.
'I can't. I have no choice but to be more careful!
No matter how much she thought about it, she had no choice but to leave that place quickly. The moment she said the word fake, I immediately thought of the shadow knights who pulled out their swords. Ryan's threat to visit him separately was not for nothing.
She thought, 'I need to get back as soon as possible. Naturally, there should be an opportunity to bring up the topic of healing prayer.'
It was when she thought that far.
Knock.
"Your Majesty the Empress."
The trigger came to Lasilia on its own.
"The Little Duke of Fielion, Ternaden, asks to see you."
