I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 17

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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor

Chapter 17

Inside the Purple-Tinted Garden. The scent of lavender brushing past her nose.

Then suddenly, a large black shadow fell over her head.

A bird so large it seemed to cover the entire sky was flying overhead. The bird, whose entire body was red like the incarnation of fire, contrasted against the blue sky.

Its pointed head was orange, and its long tail feathers were a deep red like flames.

Could it be… a fully grown Lemon?

The red bird cried out with a long “screech” as it circled once in a large loop.

Then it flapped its large wings and slowly descended to the ground.

Dahlia was amazed by its beautiful appearance, but as always, she couldn’t say anything.

“Are you waiting for ‘him’ again?”

When the red bird opened its beak, human language came out.

Dahlia looked at Lemon with a surprised expression.

Lemon can talk? Who is he? Is it speaking to someone behind me?

But as always in dreams, she couldn’t turn her head.

“He doesn’t even look at you properly…”

Lemon tapped its chest with its large wings as if frustrated.

Seeing this, Dahlia smiled brightly.

Whether as a chick or fully grown, the way it tapped its chest when frustrated was exactly the same.

“Lemon…”

Dahlia slowly lifted her eyelids.

Chirp chirp.

Lemon was in front of her. The palm-sized Lemon tilted its head as if asking why she had called.

Her dreams showed the future.

To think this small, cute bird would grow into such a large, beautiful bird. Who was the person having such a natural conversation with Lemon?

Dahlia stared intently at Lemon’s red eyes and then smiled broadly.

Lemon, not understanding, smiled along with her.

Chirp chirp.

“Lemon, you really do get big.”

Dahlia stretched both arms wide to describe Lemon’s size.

Chirp chirp.

As if saying “you’re just realizing that now?”, Lemon proudly lifted its head.

Dahlia found this Lemon so cute that she kept stroking its head.

“Lemon, you really are beautiful.”

Chirp chirp.

Lemon chirped clearly and tapped its tail feathers down as if asking for more.

“Lemon, you’re lovely. And so very cute.”

Just as Dahlia was responding to Lemon’s demand for praise.

“Was lemon such an amazing fruit?”

Dahlia froze with her hand still stroking Lemon.

Lemon, who had been sitting on her hand, quickly flew away with a flutter.

Dahlia slowly turned her creaking neck.

“I greet Emperor Gray.”

The Emperor nodded carelessly at her greeting, his gaze directed at the dessert placed on the table.

Following the Emperor’s gaze, Dahlia quickly pointed to the thinly sliced lemons.

“I like lemons!”

“So it seems.”

The Emperor sat across from her and pushed the plate containing lemons toward her.

“This is lovely and cute?”

“Aren’t they so cute sliced this thin?”

Dahlia picked up a Lemon Slice as if to show him.

“Does the Lady find everything in the world lovely?”

At that question, the Pink Flower Field Lady thought carefully with a serious expression, then nodded greatly.

“Yes. I think so.”

“Even though it has an end?”

At the end of his cold gaze was the neatly cut lemon.

She, who he could never figure out what she was thinking, pondered deeply and slowly opened her mouth.

“That’s exactly why it’s more precious and lovely. Because you never know when the end will come. I think you have to love with all your might.”

Gray looked at her with surprised eyes. It was the first serious expression he had seen from this peculiar woman.

Gray turned his gaze back to the lemon. It was something Ethan, the only one who could enter this place, had come and prepared in advance.

A woman who loves even cut lemons…

He doesn’t give his heart to anything because his end is predetermined.

But she says she loves with all her might because the end is predetermined.

It was fascinating. Could there be people so completely opposite to each other?

His gaze was drawn as if by something to her clear eyes.

He had called her again because something had felt oddly unsettling since their meeting the day before.

However, even when he told her to come to this Garden, he was skeptical about whether she would be able to enter this place again.

But this time too, she was able to enter the Garden without any interference.

What is this woman really? Did the Garden accept her because she’s a fascinating woman? That can’t be.

“How were you raised, Lady?”

The Pink Flower Field Lady carefully put down the lemon she had picked up and asked back with a puzzled face.

“Why are you suddenly curious about that?”

“You seem like you were raised in a place cut off from the world, Lady. You’re too free. Even though you’re a noble, you sit on the ground, roll around, and sleep.”

His gaze reached her hair. Since there were no green leaves today, she probably hadn’t rolled around.

He could see her face gradually turning red.

“Could you keep that last part a secret?”

“From whom?”

“Annie scolds me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get scolded?”

“Well, I was raised rather preciously.”

The Pink Flower Field Lady nodded to herself and agreed.

“You were raised preciously but you’re that close with the ground?”

“Should I say I was raised very freely?”

At her tone that seemed to say she would answer however he wanted, Gray couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Oh? You laughed.”

“I always laugh?”

Gray smiled brightly as if to show her.

“That seems a bit like wearing a mask…”

“The Lady does impudent things to the Emperor without hesitation.”

At his point, she slightly averted her gaze.

Even though she’s from a Branch Family, she’s a Lady from Noble Families, yet she doesn’t fear the Emperor. Anyone would think she was born with imperial blood, or at least royal blood. Was there royal blood mixed into the Hudran Family?

I’ll need to investigate.

Gray firmly placed the Hourglass he had been holding onto the table.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes for our second meeting.”

“That’s too short, isn’t it?”

Gray leaned back leisurely in his chair.

“Our meeting isn’t even a date, so does it need to be long?”

“Well, that’s true, but….”

“The friendly rapport you want, Lady. You may begin.”

Then she took a deep breath and opened her notebook with passionate eyes, picking up her quill pen.

When did she even prepare those things? Is she going to write a love letter with that quill pen?

Gray frowned and shook off the unnecessary thoughts.

“What kind of food do you like?”

“None.”

“What kind of musical instruments do you like?”

“None.”

Gray answered faithfully with a kind smile.

He could see her biting her lower lip in dissatisfaction. Her plump pink lips swelled even more as they were caught between her teeth.

Gray, who had unconsciously been captivated by her lips, hurriedly raised his gaze.

“Does Your Majesty have no preferences at all?”

She was glaring at him.

“Then does the Lady like everything?”

“Of course. My favorite foods are coq au vin braised with wine and chicken, roast chicken slathered with herbs and olive oil, chicken diavola with diced chicken and vegetables in spicy sauce, and also-“

“The Lady likes chicken.”

“Yes! What about Your Majesty?”

When she looked at his face with bright, alert eyes, Gray turned his gaze to the hourglass.

“Is asking about my food preferences really the friendly rapport you wanted, Lady?”

Pink Flower Field Lady paused with a thoughtful expression, then asked.

“Um…. Then what about your ideal type of woman?”

“Non-“

“Don’t say ‘none.'”

She cut off his words preemptively.

Gray smugly curled up one corner of his mouth.

“It doesn’t seem like there is one.”

“That’s the same thing!”

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