His Majesty Wants to Read the New Release! - Chapter 18 The Scarf that I Gave (10)

Translator: Kimmy

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When Brigitta first mentioned about this meeting, Eva actually wondered about that the most.

Because Brigita did know that Eva wrote novels but didn’t know exactly what she wrote.

Eva went to outside events representing the publishing company sometimes, but Eva generally rejected requests for personal interviews.

So, despite her using her real name for her pen name, no one knew what she looked like.

But he recognized her instantly.

“Uh, um. It’s… Ahem. I just did some research.”

“What?”

Wariness shone back on Eva’s face.

She thought of the few types of those ill-natured fans.

“M, me? Uh, what was it, background check…..”

“N, no! Never! No!”

Karlos freaked out and waved her arms.

Oh, great Lesa!

The Emperor could swear on his ancestors that he never tried to investigate her.

The Chancellor offered to sometimes but he declined it all the time. It was because he thought the author wouldn’t like it if she found out someone who she doesn’t even know did background checks on her.

The cold look the Chancellor gave her when the Emperor blocked his ears to ignore the Chancellor still kinda stung.

“N, no. Anyway, No, I didn’t. I, well, Bri wore the scarf to the palace.”

“A Scarf?”

She tilted her head and brought her eyebrows together.

Scarf. Scarf?

“Uh……. uh, it looked like the one I knitted……..So maybe.”

Karlos still believed he gave poop-quality to his favorite author so it was a little embarrassing for him to say.

He turned away.

When he first gave it to her, he was quite proud of it but as time went he grew embarrassed of his silly-looking scarf.

And the author he saw in real life today was so small and lovely.

He could then see immediately that an unnecessarily large and thick scarf was not the right gift for her.

“Oh my.”

Eva’s eyes suddenly widened.

Karlos forgot about his embarrassment and stared at her face admirably.

‘How could her eyes get even bigger? Is it going to roll out? Do I have to pick it up for her then?’

“Are you…..E?”

Eva’s small lips parted slowly.

She clapped once and sprang up from her seat.

Karlos dug into his seat even deeper from the sudden change of her behavior.

If Brigitta was here, she would have thought the situation reversed from earlier.

“Oh my, E! You are E! Gosh, I figured you would be a man from the handwriting and your way of speaking. Oh gosh! You are E, right? Oh my gosh!”

Eva excitedly grabbed Karlos’s one hand with her two hands and shaked it cheerfully.

She was usually a timid person but she was the type to have a sudden sense of closeness when someone had a shared interest with her and became talkative.

And my, he is ‘the’ E!

The scarf Brigitta just wore once was the handmade gift from her passionate fan, E, who sent her fan letters ever since her first work.

Since he said he knitted it, it must be E himself.

He was the person who she knew for 8 years from the fan letters!

‘Oh my God! I’m so happy!’

Karlos was surprised.

His beloved author didn’t care about his unintendedly intimidating aura and jumped up and down with a flushed face and shining eyes.

‘What? What is happening? Did I die and is this heaven? Her hands are so small.’

His head was filled with confusion.

“Uh, uuh, Eva?”

“Woa! I did think you lived in the capital from the speed of the letters! But you were closer than I thought! Heheheh, thank you for the scarf. Uh, I went out wearing it sometimes!”

“You wore that outside?!”

“Yes, of course! You gave it to me! Wow, everyone thought I knitted it! It is really you, E. Oh my, I am so excited….. What do I do, ah wait, I had cookies! Ah, ink! I got ink on you! I’m sorry! Oh my! Will you clean it with this first?!”

“Eva?!”

She rapped her words and noticed the ink smeared on Karlos’s hands and tried to clean it with her shawl.

That was the most often use of the shawl she always had around her shoulders so she didn’t really care but Karlos cared.

He freaked out Eva’s suddenly close face and backed away.

The Emperor, who had no immunity to the opposite sex, blushed like an apple.

Even his ears blushed red and he unknowingly hid his hands behind his back and escaped again to the corner of the couch.

“No! It’s fine! It’s definitely fine!”

“But if you don’t erase it fast, you’ll have trouble later! Give me your hand, E!”

“It’s okayyyyyyyyeckkk?!”

Thanks to her enthusiasm to come to him over the table, Karlos bit his tongue again.

She looked like a scared squirrel just a few moments ago because of his intimidating aura.

But now, she was exactly like the extremely active dog the Finance Minister had. A puppy that wagged her tail from the excitement after a walk.

Thinking that she was like that cute puppy he saw from a distance but never pet before, he wondered if she had her ears and tail hidden and backed away even more.

“Uh, I, I can clean it later! Yes, I can!”

“Hey, Come one. Hurry!”

There were more people that could defy the Emperor this enthusiastically other than the Chancellor and the Duke. He felt like the world was a big place.

As Karlos was hesitating and snuggling his huge body into the couch, someone cleared her throat behind him.

Eva and Karlos looked at the source of the sound at the same time.

“Uh….Should I come later?”

Brigitta was holding a tray of cookies and milk with an awkward face.

She brought new snacks because she finished the puddings herself, and the situation was totally changed.

She looked at Eva, who had her one knee on the table and her arms stretched towards the Emperor, then looked at Karlos, who was basically buried in the couch with his face all red.

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The Royal Knight clicked his tongue.

“He’s nothing but a hick from an Empire….”

It was a small sound almost like a sigh that even the knight next to him couldn’t hear, but Maximilien’s face instantly turned to him.

The knight jumped a little but he fixed his posture immediately.

‘That guy is a Rumilesa, alright.’

His vulgar black hair shined under the sun. Just like His Majesty Diego said, he was frivolous and lacked dignity.

“Oh, I can’t speak Cartulian, but I feel like that guy over there talked badly of me!”

“Y, your grace Duke.”

The Secretary of the Foreign Affair Minister could only wipe away his sweat.

He was clearly more frail when he was in Lesa and he looked pitiful.

The secretary looked at the Duke again, shaking from the anxiety.

“He must have talked badly of me, I’m sure! My heart is very pure, so I can hear other people’s minds!”

“What are you talking about?!”

He almost said “bullsh**ting” instead of “talking” but thanks to his patience trained by the Foreign Affairs Minister, he managed to not say that in front of the knights of Cartul.

“I didn’t say anything!”

The Royal knight frowned and shook his head.

The commander was somehow running to this side but he thought he should say something to this hick.

He would say something to teach this rude bastard in the honor of the Kingdom.

The Royal knight felt pride in his decisive actions.

Maximilien, who was staring at his face, opened his mouth again.

“Oh!”

A smoke billowed out under the knight’s feet.

He could see the Commander change his direction and run away.

What?

The knight was confused.

“I!”

The Duke was smiling.

“can’t speak Cartulian!”

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“What’s the damage?”

“First, the external castle’s wall is destroyed and one of Lord Diego’s knights is severely injured. Also, the Duke is just repeating that he can’t speak Cartulian.”

Sabina pulled on her hair.

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Today’s lunch was a calf steak. It was the Public Order Minster, Count Maron’s favorite menu.

When working, the head chef of the Emperor’s Sun Castle prepared the meals so the people working in the central palace usually ate well.

So they often had a good glow despite the emotionally straining work of serving the Emperor that made people think they were gluttonous bastards who live their lives easily.

“But Marquis Villiore, why did the prince do that?”

The Finance Minister Count Pillbourne looked at the Foreign Affairs Minister, Marquis Villiore, with a face of confusion.

Their lunch time was a golden time they could talk freely without the Chancellor and the Emperor.

Plus, the Emperor is not here today and the Chancellor didn’t come to work.

The faces of those working with no superior present were lively like fresh spring flowers.

“Ah, that.”

When Count Pillbourne gave his secretary to aid the Duke, the secretary made a face like a maiden chosen for sacrifice to the Devil would make.

The Foreign Affairs Minister Marquis Villiore smacked his lips.

“Uh, what was it……I hear there is a new movement among the young generation in Cartul. Ah, right, an anti-empire movement? Something about escaping the Empire’s pressure or whatever.”

“Are they out of their minds? I mean, why? What harm did the Empire do to them? Our Emperor is merciful enough too, though?”

“Hah, is that why they were so obsessed with the tariff?”

Count Pillbourne shook his head and poked on his salad aggressively.

It was a pain in the neck.

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