I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 42

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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor

Chapter 42

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Silvia rushed into the room that had been turned upside down while searching for the necklace and headed straight for the bookshelf.

There sat a white communication device like a decorative ornament.

Originally, communication devices could only be used by the Imperial Family and Knight Order, but since the Princess was still young, they seemed to think she was keeping it for her instead.

There wasn’t much time. Afraid that servants might burst in at any moment, her gaze kept turning toward the door.

Silvia suppressed her anxious heart and quickly rubbed the communication device.

How did it come to this? Why had she coveted that necklace? When she had seen countless more precious items.

She didn’t know where it had gone wrong. For the past few months, only the desire to have that necklace had been boiling inside her. She hated the Princess who wore the necklace and wished she would disappear from sight.

She had certainly cherished the Princess, so why had she hated her enough to want to kill her?

Why? Why did it turn out like this?

Then, as if the communication was connected, the white communication device glowed with blue light.

Silvia, who had been lost in thought, regained her focus.

Please. Only this person could save her.

A black curtain was visible from the connected communication device.

– Silvia. What’s the sudden matter?

An androgynous voice, impossible to tell if male or female, came through the communication device.

“Please save me, I beg you. The Chief Chamberlain caught me with the Former Empress’s necklace.”

Silvia whispered softly with a trembling voice. It would be terrible if her voice leaked outside.

– …I see.

After a brief pause, the other party’s low voice was heard.

“Please help me. The only person who can help me is-“

– Shh. There are many listening ears. I’ll help you.

Silvia felt relieved at the gently chiding voice. This person she had known for a long time would surely help her.

– Silvia, come closer.

When Silvia brought her face close to the communication device, the black curtain disappeared and an unknown symbol appeared.

The moment she saw it, her vision became blurry.

What was I doing just now?

A voice from beyond the communication device came through very distantly and hazily.

– Silvia, you have that drink I gave you as a gift last time, right? Take it out.

“…Yes.”

Silvia, with unfocused eyes, obediently took out the drink hidden in the corner of the bookshelf like a faithful servant.

– Drink it now. It will be delicious.

“…Yes.”

Silvia unhesitatingly drank the sweet beverage to the end.

– While drinking that, write a suicide note saying that I did everything. I’m sorry.

“…Yes.”

Silvia wrote down exactly what the voice from the communication device told her.

When she finished writing the suicide note and was putting the period, the tip of the quill pen trembled.

What am I doing? Why am I writing a suicide note? Why am I listening to that person? Why? Why?

Questions continued endlessly in her head, but her body was beyond her control.

– Silvia. Now you can go to sleep forever.

“…Yes.”

At the voice calling her, Silvia’s face became blank again as she got up and lay down properly on the bed to sleep.

Soon the communication device exploded with a pop sound.

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Amid the commotion around them, Dahlia approached Monet.

“Monet, are you okay?”

“Miss, I’m fine. Thank you for saving me.”

Monet, who had bowed her head deeply, lifted her face and forced a smile. As if she was completely fine.

Dahlia’s throat tightened at the sight.

To say she was fine after enduring violence with that small body. A child should be childlike, but Monet was trying to become an adult too quickly.

Then, the Chief Chamberlain with his cane approached them.

“Child, I’m sorry. For making you go through such hardship.”

“No, Chief Chamberlain.”

When such a high-ranking person apologized to her, Monet waved her hands with an expression of not knowing what to do.

Viviana looked up at the Chief Chamberlain earnestly.

“Chief Chamberlain. The Royal Physician will heal all of Monet’s wounds, right?”

“Other places can all be healed, but I can’t guarantee that ankle.”

The Chief Chamberlain looked at Monet’s twisted ankle with pitying eyes.

Shocked by those words, Dahlia called Cole, who had frequent experience with injuries from knight training.

After Cole carefully observed Monet’s ankle, he slowly shook his head.

The ankle was twisted and had already hardened. No Master Physician could fix this.

Monet, who had been listening to the adults’ conversation, swallowed her tears and laughed as if she was fine.

“I’m really okay.”

Seeing Monet’s smile, Dahlia’s purple eyes trembled slightly. Her chest ached with a stinging pain.

Dahlia clenched her fists to keep from crying. When the child was trying so hard to smile, she couldn’t cry here.

What should she do? She didn’t want Monet to spend her whole life walking with a limp.

At that moment, she remembered where she needed to go.

“No. Monet, that’s not okay. Cole, please carry Monet.”

Cole carefully lifted Monet according to Dahlia’s words.

“Chief Chamberlain. You came by carriage, right?”

“Yes, that’s right, but.”

“I’d like to borrow the carriage. We sent our carriage back. We need to go to the Hallen Sacred Empire Lodging.”

The Chief Chamberlain’s wrinkled eyes widened greatly.

“Certainly, if it’s Divine Power, it might be healed. But whether the high-ranking priests will treat this child….”

The Chief Chamberlain’s gaze fell on Monet’s shabby maid uniform.

“I know someone there. I’m going to try asking them. Princess, I’ll return Monet soon.”

As Dahlia greeted the Chief Chamberlain and Viviana and moved, Cole carrying Monet and Annie quickly followed behind her.

“I too….”

Viviana, left alone, hurried to follow them, but the Chief Chamberlain stopped her.

“Princess, leave it to them. The owner of this palace is Princess. You must take care of this place.”

At the Chief Chamberlain’s words, Viviana looked around at the chaotic atmosphere of the Princess Palace. After looking once more at Dahlia’s group moving away, she turned her head and steeled her resolve.

“Right. I’m the owner of this place. I’ll do it.”

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The carriage carrying Dahlia’s group arrived at their destination.

The Hallen Sacred Empire Lodging was a four-story building located close to the Main Palace.

Considering that the Kingdom of Foevern’s assigned lodging was far from the Main Palace, the difference between empire and kingdom was clearly visible.

“Miss, I’m really okay. There’s a child at the orphanage who’s injured like me. That friend lives so bravely and well too.”

Monet, held in Cole’s arms, whispered with a dejected expression.

At those words, Cole’s face hardened slightly. Having the common background of being from an orphanage seemed to make him more concerned.

“Monet. Don’t worry about anything.”

Dahlia comforted Monet, then stood in front of the main gate.

“Excuse me.”

When Annie knocked on the lodging door, a man wearing priest robes came out from inside.

The green cord tied around his waist was visible. It meant he was a Junior Priest.

“Who are you?”

Instead of Annie answering, she stepped back, and Dahlia came forward.

“Hello, Priest. There’s a child who needs healing. Could we see a Senior Priest?”

To treat Monet’s injuries, they needed to meet a high-ranking priest.

“A Senior Priest?”

The Junior Priest glanced at Monet in Cole’s arms, then coldly shook his head.

“They’re all in the Prayer Room right now, so you can’t meet them.”

“Then please let us meet someone else. Someone I know-“

“Everyone is busy.”

The Junior Priest cut her off mid-sentence as if he didn’t need to hear the rest of what she had to say.

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