I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 39

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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor

Chapter 39

Gray turned his gaze to the hourglass. Like the sand falling rapidly, his own time was also coming to an end helplessly.

To think he was trying to blindly process things without considering why he wanted to pass the throne to the Imperial Princess.

Gray’s gaze turned back to Diane.

She was enduring by putting strength into her body that kept trying to collapse, but she looked precarious like a candle that would go out with a single breeze.

What if he told her that he was terminally ill? What if he made her realize how foolish her choice had been? She would regret her choice and die.

“You are Deck. You are an existence that follows my words, not an existence that thinks.”

“….”

Her shoulders, with her gaze dropped to the floor, trembled violently.

“I will not forgive you.”

That was all he could say.

She had made her choice, and the result of that choice was death.

Diane tried to smile at the Emperor’s coldly delivered final words, but her lips wouldn’t turn up as if her facial muscles had stopped.

How could she dare hope for the Emperor’s forgiveness.

But she didn’t regret her choice.

Because the master of this Empire was only His Imperial Majesty Emperor Gray. Because it should remain peaceful and prosperous forever under his feet.

Her vision kept getting blurry. She tried to shake her head roughly, but it wouldn’t move as she intended.

Diane’s body slowly tilted to the side.

Thud. She wanted to capture the Emperor in her eyes just one more time. Ah, there was one more thing she had to say. Behind Silvia, she…

Diane met her death with her eyes wide open.

Gray, who quietly watched that sight, shook the bell on his desk. It was a sound that only Deck could hear.

After a moment, the door opened and Oreon entered.

As soon as he saw the scene in the room, he quickly finished assessing the situation and frowned.

“She betrayed us.”

Having put away his playfulness, he looked down at Diane, who had died spitting blood, with indifferent eyes.

“Thoroughly investigate all the reports Diane has submitted so far.”

“Yes. I will follow your orders.”

Oreon took off his jacket to cover Diane’s face and then lifted her up.

As the head of Deck, witnessing a subordinate’s betrayal before his eyes was painful, but he couldn’t show it in front of the Emperor.

After leaving the Emperor’s room, Oreon gritted his teeth and walked slowly. The jacket slipped down, revealing her wide-open eyes.

He closed her eyes with a sad expression.

“Foolish girl.”

* * *

Dahlia was having tea time in Annie’s room when she set down her teacup with a clatter.

“I must have been crazy yesterday. To think I hit someone.”

“You hit people sometimes.”

It was Annie, who had returned to informal speech since it was morning and she didn’t know who might be listening.

She lifted the teapot and poured more tea into Dahlia’s teacup.

“When do I ever?”

It was when Dahlia was making an aggrieved expression.

Knock knock. The conversation between the two was interrupted by the sound of knocking.

Soon Hart quietly opened the door and entered.

“Good morning, young ladies.”

“Good morning. What’s the matter?”

Dahlia looked at the teacup that was sloshing as if it would overflow, gave up on lifting it, and asked.

“I’m being temporarily transferred to the Main Palace. They said they’re short-handed, so it’ll probably take a few days.”

“Really? That works out well. Could you deliver this to the Chief Chamberlain?”

Dahlia held out a letter she had written in advance the night before.

“Yes. You mustn’t cry even if you miss me, miss!”

Hart took the letter Dahlia offered and tucked it away, then dabbed at her dry eyes with a handkerchief, pretending to be sad.

Dahlia smiled brightly at her dramatics.

“Yes. Don’t worry. I won’t cry.”

“See? You hit people with words.”

Dahlia tilted her head at Annie’s quiet muttering.

“Huh?”

When Annie gestured with her chin as if to look to the side, Dahlia’s gaze returned to Hart.

Hart was now actually tearing up.

“Miss, you’re glad I’m leaving, aren’t you?”

Flustered, Dahlia hurriedly continued speaking.

“No, Hart. I think I’ll be really sad when you leave. So come back quickly.”

“Oh my, oh my, oh my. I knew it, right?”

Hart, whose tears had instantly disappeared, twisted her body and giggled.

Was it all an act?

As Dahlia looked at her with suspicious eyes, there was another knock.

Hart quickly opened the door.

In front of the door stood Imperial Princess Viviana wearing a bright yellow dress. It was a dress prepared in advance by a maid.

“Good morning. Thank you for preparing the dress.”

Viviana entered the room and shyly greeted the two.

“Don’t mention it. Bibi, we were waiting for you.”

Dahlia and Annie got up from their seats and approached Viviana.

“For me?”

Viviana looked at them with a puzzled expression.

“We agreed to go rescue Monet together, didn’t we?”

Dahlia smiled as if it were obvious.

At this, Viviana’s nose tingled and she bit her pink lips tightly.

Since she had spoken in a half-conscious state the day before, she couldn’t bring herself to ask them to come with her. She had caused trouble at night too, so she had resolved not to act spoiled anymore.

As she lowered her head, a gentle touch reached her hand. When she lifted her gaze, Dahlia was smiling warmly.

“We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes!”

Viviana smiled brightly, following her lead.

* * *

They took a carriage they had prepared in advance and headed to the Princess Palace together.

When they arrived at their destination before long, Dahlia looked around the Princess Palace.

It was a beautifully maintained palace with a gleaming exterior made of high-quality marble, a spacious garden, and even a small pond where fish played.

“In summer, lotus flowers bloom in that pond and it’s very beautiful. That tree was planted by Mother, and unusually, it only blooms in winter.”

Viviana pointed to various parts of the garden with an excited expression as she guided them.

It was the first time a friend had visited her palace. Her heart pounded with the joy of being together. If they had come on a better day, they could have had tea time together.

Viviana looked up at Dahlia walking beside her and smiled softly.

When she thought of Silvia, she only felt afraid, but with Dahlia by her side, she felt like she could handle things calmly without trembling this time.

That’s when it happened.

“Princess!”

Silvia, who had spotted the Princess, raised her voice and quickly approached.

Startled, Viviana shrank her shoulders.

Dahlia, who was standing beside her, gently patted her back as if to say it was okay.

When she slowly lifted her gaze, she could read Dahlia mouthing the words ‘Your friend is beside you.’

That’s right. A friend was protecting her side. She was no longer alone.

Nodding her head, Viviana met Silvia’s eyes with a resolute gaze as she approached.

“Princess. Do you know how worried I was last night? I couldn’t sleep a wink. Princess, you’re safe, aren’t you?”

Silvia lowered the corners of her eyes and made an extremely worried expression.

“Yes.”

Silvia turned her gaze to Dahlia and immediately changed her expression, glaring sharply.

“They didn’t harm you in any way, did they, Princess? You can speak honestly to me.”

“No. Nothing like that happened.”

Viviana shook her head vigorously.

“Then why did you suddenly disappear so late at night?”

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