CH 144
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Does she leave the house? (4) â unedited
After standing next to me for a while, the Emperor approaches and sits down in the chair across from me. After that, he looks at me with an expressionless face, and soon a mischievous smile spreads over his lips.
âAre you talking about the doctor specializing in cerebral cortex?â
I shook off the seriousness of the moment and looked at him and raised my lips.
âYes thatâs right.â
The barren conversation with the Emperor ironically helped clear my complex mind. I had no one to talk to other than Merson, so I didnât expect counseling about my worries, but I ended up doing something similar with the Emperor.
Of course, the conversation didnât actually work. When I fired words he couldnât understand, the Emperor would just nod his head.
I must have said more than I thought, so when my throat was sore, a voice calling for the Emperor came. In an instant, the corners of his eyes narrowed and raised fiercely. The Emperor touched his forehead in a tired feeling and stood up from his seat.
âDid I hold on to you for too long?â
âIâm not the one who gets caught like that.â
Suddenly, I got up and followed the Emperor. I wasnât shameless enough to sit in a room without the master, so I planned to leave the palace.
âIf you have nowhere to go, you can stay.â
Perhaps reading my thoughts, the Emperor grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back to the chair. I donât think I said I had nowhere to go.
It was as if the Emperor wanted me to stay here a little longer. Well, I might be mistaken because Iâm so bad at guessing.
âWhen are you coming back?â
Besides, I had no place to go, and there was no reason to refuse the Emperorâs invitation.
âI havenât even left, do you miss me already?â
âDonât talk nonsense. Iâm a bit self-conscious of being here alone.â
âDonât worry, itâs an empty room where no one comes. No one will care, so you can rest easy.â
I canât believe that this room, where every ornament has been put on display beautifully, is just an empty room. This is an insult to the room and a colossal waste.
âIâll be back.â
After speaking like a mother bird, the Emperor left me and went outside. A vaguely audible âa meal appointment ⦠The voice of the attendant, who was talking urgently, seemed uneasy.
âHe was described as a good monarch, but heâs a dork.â
The novel is also unbelievable.
I made a promise. To think that the novel and this world are separate, dogmatic worlds. There is no way to explain exactly what kind of place I was sucked into, but anyway, I decided that there was no need to dwell on the charactersâ personalities or the development of the story in the novel anymore.
The living beings here are not creations that popped out of someoneâs head, but definite real people with their own personalities and goals.
âSo whether the Emperor plays hooky or doesnât like the Saint, there is no need to feel a sense of difference.â
Since the Emperor said it was okay for me to stay, I threw myself onto the soft bed without hesitation. It didnât mean I was going to fall asleep. When I close my eyes, Mersonâs face comes to mind, and from that point on, tens of thousands of thoughts and emotions swirled around, making it impossible to fall asleep.
I just stared at the ceiling with my eyes wide open. It stayed still like a robot whose batteries ran out.
The sun has just set and a gloomy aura comes through the window. I found myself stretching my arms out of habit as I turned and lay down. A sense of emptiness sets in as I quickly realize that what I am touching is not Mersonâs warm, firm chest, but the low bed mattress.
I felt like I was floating alone in the middle of the universe with no roads. Iâm alone in an unknown space where I donât know what will happen or how it will happen.
And the crisis came sooner than expected.
â⦠Iâm in my limit.â
Oh God. Itâs been less than a day since I showed my miserable appearance, drenched in sorrow, and yet I was given such a humane yet not very beautiful ordeal.
I grabbed my stomach and put my ear outside the door. I can hear the constant sound of shoes stepping on, and I can also hear the maids passing by chatting.
A cold sweat flowed and my lower stomach ached as if someone had trampled it with my foot. This pain is not unfamiliar. No, on the contrary, I knew it all too well.
âUghâ¦â¦.â
The active bowel movement was harassing me like crazy. It was similar to the moment when I tasted extreme hell because there was no toilet when I took an express bus for the first time in my life heading to a distant relativeâs house, which took about four hours. It was very similar to when I felt the limits of my endurance.
âThis is a needlessly large room yet no private bathroom?â
My legs are twisted and my body bent forward. I donât like being noticed for no reason, I was going to sneak out when the hallway was quiet, but I canât see anything anymore. Right now, there was only a desire to liberate these(?) intestines that were screaming for a quick discharge.
The moment I was about to leave, I felt that the surroundings were buzzing. As a shabby outsider, I was perfectly fine to be suspected of being suspicious, but I didnât care as I had the handkerchief the Emperor had given me and I could just call the knight who had guided me to this room to confirm my identity.