His Majesty Wants to Read the New Release! - Chapter 45 Harvest Festival (8)

Translator: Kimmy

Editor: Sasha_00

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“I said it earlier but, I still feel like! I can maybe help you in some way.”

“Just you brea—”

“Not by me just breathing!”

Eva yelled hurriedly.

He was one difficult man. Anyone could breathe unless they were a zombie.

It was pleasant to hear that her existence brought him joy but his standard of happiness was so low to the point that it was concerning.

“Uh, I won’t be that much of a help but… Is there anything I can do for you?”

Guessing by the price range of his gifts, like the potion that was worth 50 gold, he must be very wealthy.

Since he is from Holka, it wasn’t possible for him to be a nobleman of Lesa but since he worked in the palace, he could be some kind of a high position officer.

He came looking for the young man when she was lost so he could be a security guard of some castle.

Now that she thought about it, he had appeared out of nowhere.

Eva wondered.

Can people appear so suddenly like that without making a sound? 

Just as she was about to look up at him with doubt, Karlos’s deep voice started resonating in the room.

He placed both of his hands on his lap and spoke as if there was nothing more serious and important than what he was about to say.

“I wish you wealth and health every time you breathe…”

“Not that again! If there is really nothing that you want, is there anything I can do to help you physically?!”

Karlos abruptly halted like a broken music box.

Eva looked at Karlos strangely and swung her arms after realizing what she just meant could imply.

“No! No! I didn’t mean it that way! I didn’t mean it in a perverted or weird way!”

“Yes! Yes! I know! I know! I know you didn’t mean it that way!”

Karlos started floundering too.

Now they looked like the time when they first met.

After repeating “I didn’t mean it that way” and “I know you didn’t mean it that way” for a while, they took a break because they ran out of breath.

The first one to recover from the swamp of embarrassment was Eva.

“Uh, Karl, you are rich right?”

“Uh… Yes. Well. Um.”

He is most likely the richest man in the empire. Since technically the whole empire is his, according to the Chancellor.

“Yeah, well I’m just a commoner who knows how to write a bit so even if I want to give you something grand, it’s just all money. And you are waaaaay richer than me so I wanted to do something more meaningful. That’s what I meant. I didn’t mean it in any weird way.”

Oh, my beloved author. Her way of speaking is as beautiful as her. 

Karlos thought absent-mindedly.

Something he wanted to receive from her?

That would be the next chapter from the weekly releases but he can get that tomorrow night.

Other than that would be her autograph but he already got it.

Karlos felt like drinking tea with Eva in the same room was already a blessing given to him by the heavens.

Even the air he was breathing felt sweet.

He felt uncomfortable with rejecting Eva’s offer and started contemplating.

Ah.

After a while, Karlos remembered the thing he wanted to do with her but forgot because of the panic, when he first came here.

He glanced at Eva’s small hands.

This time, it was not smeared with ink.

“Uh, then… Y, your hands.”

“What?”

Eva’s lashes fluttered.

Hands? My hands? 

Eva spread her hands.

“Uh, a handshake….”

Karlos twisted his arms with a stern face which was unbelievably un-harmonizing but Eva didn’t comment on his pathetic state.

Instead, Eva giggled and extended her hand in front of him.

Her small and thin fingers swayed in front of him seducingly like a fox’s tail.

Then Eva gave a smile so bright it was blinding.

“If it’s a fan’s request, of course!”

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

“Did you enjoy your time off, Your Majesty the honorable?”

That heavenly time didn’t last long.

As Karlos got closer to the palace, the more frequently he got chills.

He had skipped the most important meeting regarding the Harvest festival.

The Emperor admitted to his fault and walked morosely to the Chancellor’s office.

As soon as he arrived, the Chancellor requested a private meeting with him alone.

Everyone in the office got up without a complaint and left swiftly.

“I’m sorry…”

“What did I tell you before, Your Majesty the honorable?”

“That an emperor should never apologize… But, can’t I even say it privately?”

“You can’t.”

“Fine…”

Karlos studied the Chancellor’s expression.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint why but Glenn didn’t seem as angry as he thought he would be.

If Glenn was really angry, he would have sworn at the Emperor instead of sarcastically calling him “the honorable” in a private setting like this.

“First of all, I’ll briefly summarize the key points of the meeting today.”

“Alright.”

The Emperor sat down and waited for Glenn to continue.

“There are many other things but let’s get to the most important thing first. “

The Chancellor grinned terrifyingly and wickedly like a beast that just found its prey.

That meant he was in a really good mood.

“We found records of the old lads of the West kidnapping commoners.”

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Lockhart left the City Hall full of rage.

His hair was ruffled from all the screaming and his necktie was almost falling off because he kept pulling at it.

The City Hall officers went too far with this one. 

How dare the ‘protector of the people’ frame an innocent, law-abiding citizen like this! Aren’t they even afraid of what I can publish tomorrow?!

Do they still think the previous emperor Josef is in reign? How dare they think they can oppress the media like this?!

It was the current Emperor that enabled freedom of the press but instead of being grateful for that, Lockhart was so busy gossiping about the Emperor that he had no prick on the conscience as he thought of this.

He was a nasty and petty person and had an unbelievably disgusting personality.

He threw out all justice and conscience he had in a trashcan and only endlessly tempted for attention, money, and power.

Just like any other people who were like that, Lockhart had a needlessly loud voice and unreasonable confidence.

During the interrogation, Lockhart said “Do you know who I am?!” and “Do you think you’ll get away with this?!” so many times that once the count went over 16, the investigator gave up counting.

The investigator scoffed and brazenly said, “Aha, sir, I see.”, “Oh, I’m sorry but I can’t tell you about that”, or “Please cooperate with us” repeatedly.

The two amazingly didn’t listen to each other.

What annoyed Lockhart, even more, was that this didn’t end here. There were several more investigators that entered the room and just repeated the whole process.

He was also very annoyed with that fat woman he came across after an exhausting and unfruitful interrogation.

She arrogantly said, “See you again, Mr. journalist.” so he kicked the trash can nearby and flipped it over.

‘Oh, sir. If you do that one more time you could be arrested for damaging public property. You should be careful.’

But that damned bi*ch still had the audacity to sneer.

I was looked down on by that ugly woman!

It didn’t matter to Lockhart that Alex was the head investigator that directed a whole team and that she was probably the most competent investigator in that spot.

It only mattered that he was looked down on by a fat and ugly woman.

This vile journalist had a derogatory mindset of, ‘No females can ever oppose me’.

Lockhart was unrecyclable trash but he was pretty clever.

He obviously knew why he had to go through this embarrassment.

Lockhart was a leading elite of the Morning of Glory Newspapers.

This also meant that he was a scheming and scandalous writer, an asshole, and was capable of doing all types of evil and horrible things.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

“What is this, Eva?”

“Uh, it’s honey tea… Maybe you don’t need it.”

“Honey tea? Why?”

Just as Karlos had said, Brigitta smelled like she was dipped in liquor but she didn’t seem to be having a hangover.

After a night of heavy drinking, Eva looked like a rag from the headache and nausea but Brigitta looked even more handsome than usual with the messy hair and flushed cheeks.

Is she even human? 

“Anyway, thank you for the drink.”

Brigitta poured the honey tea down her throat.

It felt nice feeling the coldness of the tea trace down her throat into her stomach.

She finished the drink in 2 seconds and placed the empty glass on the tray.

“Will you be okay? There are only 2 hours left until the meeting time.”

“I’ll be okay, Eva. I’m not that tired either. I would have to take a bath though. But 2 hours huh, I think Karlos could be late.”

If he brought her home, he must have missed the morning meeting. She could only imagine how much the Chancellor would scold the Emperor.

Actually, she didn’t even want to imagine.

Even for Brigitta, Glenn Holtzman was a difficult person to deal with.

Whenever he criticized her lazily written reports, her heart shriveled.