His Majesty Wants to Read the New Release! - Chapter 56 Lantern Festival (9)

Translator: Kimmy

Editor: Sasha_00

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Lockhart stood outside the Police Department back gate, smoking a cigar.

Smoking was prohibited in the area but he didn’t care. He would only be fined a little anyway.

Lockhart was an unbelievably trashy person and he had more than enough guts to commit minor offenses on a regular basis.

He spat on the ground and complained.

“Damn. What’s taking so long? It should be about time.”

The photographer beside him had a tearful face.

He had applied because of the relatively high salary but the young photographer didn’t enjoy attacking people like this.

He was young and he wasn’t—or at least didn’t have the potential to be as trashy as Lockhart—a bad person.

Perhaps I should really work somewhere else. 

The photographer rubbed the pocket where he always kept a copy of his resignation letter.

But the money is still tempting. 

He sighed and asked about his task again.

“So, I really only need to take a picture?”

“Have you not heard anything I’ve said? Open your goddamn ears. Just take a picture of that Holkan b*tch all annoyed and angry. And with that, I will write the perfect article. You just have to click the damned shutter, you idiot. Young people nowadays—”

“It’s not just clicking a shutter… I mean, yes. Understood. Yes.”

The photographer ignored Lockhart’s comments and looked ahead.

He didn’t want to bother or frame people like this, nevertheless the swordmaster, but he still needed the money.

Rent, living expenses, etc.

He couldn’t hide his despair.

There were more people coming in and out of the Police Department than usual because of the Harvest Festival.

Tourists left the building while conversing in some foreign language with what seemed like their translator and some cops were taking in arrested criminals.

Also, there was a delivery person and a person who was wearing a hooded coat that was being arrested by a scary-looking cop.

It was quite chaotic.

They looked for the silver-haired Holkan and a small brunette lady with glasses but they couldn’t find them.

Lockhart spat once again and scowled.

He cursed for a long time.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

“Thank yew!”

“No problem. It was fun.”

Eva thanked the Leonharguese people and fixed her hair and glasses.

She could see Brigitta and Karlos approaching from a distance. Brigitta was wearing a large hooded coat and Karlos was dressed like one of the cops.

Brigitta was amazed.

“Wow, this really functions! Eh, wait is that right? Ah! I mean worked!”

“I’m not that noticeable so just changing my hair and glasses would easily disguise me. But you are very noticeable so I came up with an idea to cover you up with a large coat and they don’t know who Karl is so his part was easy.”

All they did was trick the journalists visually.

Eva let her hair down and removed her glasses on purpose and walked past them while speaking Leonharguese—to be precise she wasn’t fluent enough in Leonharguese but just knew enough, which was why when she used it, it was like she created a new language. And Brigitta hunched her back and covered herself with a coat to cover her unique hair and noticeable appearance.

But still, it amazed Brigitta that no one had recognized them.

Plus, she spotted the clingy reporter she despised so much to the point she even considered beating him up and paying a fine.

“Eva, am I less handsome now?”

“No? You are always handsome.”

Karlos observed the Leonharguese people while Eva and Bri talked.

They had a darker skin tone than Brigitta and had pitch-black hair and their eyes were light-colored.

It was rare to find or see any Leonharguese people in Lesa.

What strange timing. 

Karlos frowned a little.

It was too strange to consider this a coincidence since Leonharguese people rarely ever came all the way up north here.

Leonhargue didn’t have sorcerers which meant they didn’t have gates so naturally, it took at least a few months by boat or carriage to come here.

Yet, they were found in the East and then here too?

“Uh, excuse me.”

The shortest one in the Leonharguese group turned back.

She flinched when she saw Karlos but recollected herself and waited for Karlos to continue.

I guess my face is scary to Leonharguese people too.

Karlos grew a little more timid and asked while suppressing his disappointment.

“Excuse me but what brings you here to the police department? Ah, 《Excoose me》”

Karl speaks a lot of languages.

Eva looked at him with surprise from both seeing him speaking to a stranger and about him knowing Leonharguese.

Perhaps he is a scribe and not a knight?

Even Brigitta stared, wondering why a quiet and intimidating person like him was initiating a conversation.

“We speak Lesan. It’s okay.”

“Ah, sorry. Uh… What brings you here? I live over there. You helped us so I can help you too.”

Karlos pointed to the Palace with one hand and spoke slowly using easy words.

It was because he thought it would help them understand him better since the language of the two countries were very different making it difficult to fully master either of the languages.

The woman, who seemed like the head of the group, loosened up thanks to Karlos’s consideration.

She bowed.

“Thanks. Very. Thanks.”

Karlos could see the woman’s deep concerns in her eyes.

“Yesterday. Our friend. Gone.”

As expected.

The emperor’s brows furrowed a little more.

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When Glenn glowered as he read the letter delivered by the messenger bird the staff of the Information bureau all left the office swiftly.

Glenn glared at the obvious evacuation of the staff but after some time he seemed like he understood their intentions.

He opened the drawer to take the office’s shared migraine pills to prepare himself for the forthcoming migraine.

These damned pills had to be restocked every 2 weeks.

Why do problems occur after every other problem? Is this some kind of rule?

Glenn wrapped his head and buried himself in the soft chair.

He gritted his teeth thinking about the emperor who somehow found more work for him on his holiday and sighed.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

“I’m sorry for taking your time for my personal things…”

“It’s alright, it’s just sending a messenger bird anyway.”

Eva assured Karlos.

You are doing a good thing too.

However, Karlos’s brows remained furrowed.

Hm, this is him probably still being sorry, right? Not angry?

Eva carefully studied him.

He wasn’t shouting or charging towards anyone so he is most likely sorry not angry.

Even the people coming into the messenger bird center were backing away.

“By the way, what exactly do you do Karl? Can you also look for people?”

Cough.

Brigitta coughed and looked away.

Fortunately, Eva didn’t hear that and was still looking at Karlos.

Um, this isn’t good.

Karlos was also unexpectedly good at speaking his mind in clarity when governing and Brigitta trusted the emperor’s detailed backstory of his persona ‘Karl’ but she wasn’t so sure if that would work on Eva.

It was because Eva had a keen sense and on top of that, Karlos always froze in front of Eva.

Despite him being the emperor.

“Uh….”

And as expected, the emperor started stuttering like a machine that needs to be oiled.

She called the emperor all sorts of offensive words and pressed her on her temples.

“Uh… A v-various things.”

“Karl is a special case so it’s kind of hard to describe it clearly.”

Brigitta intervened to help.

Karlos saw that she was looking at him as if he was pathetic and closed his mouth.

He was a little saddened.

I’m the emperor yet people seem to be treating me like a pebble on the streets recently.

Wait, or was I always treated like this?

He thought of the Chancellor and his cousin and got more confused.

Meanwhile, Eva was having the biggest misunderstanding ever.

She viewed Karl as a gentle and kind person but she also noticed a lot of strange things about him.

First , Karl lived in the Palace when even most of the nobles weren’t allowed to.

Second, he was a rich man with a considerable status.

Third, he is proficient in various languages and is fast to catch onto errors so he must work with documents frequently.

Fourth, his information can’t be found in the normal identification system.

Lastly, his occupation was something Brigitta, who works closely with the emperor, could not talk about!

Oh, gosh. I knew he was a little strange but!

With all the information combined, there was only one conclusion.

Karls works as a spy in the intelligence agency!