I Became The Tyrant’s Secretary - Chapter 8 Part 2
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“Rosaline.”
Cahir called. He and Rosaline were the only ones left in the vacant conference chamber. The nobles left the place after witnessing the arrogant and pompous Marquis dragged away by the knights.
Rosaline recapped, summarized and published the events that occurred in the meeting. She inevitably stayed till the end of the meeting since it was quicker to finish in the conference room than to travel to her office. Cahir had to stay with Rosaline as she organized the announcements and documents; he had to approve them and put the King’s seal on them
All the time, Cahir waited and stayed with Rosaline till the very end of the task. It was quite an unusual scene for the emperor to wait for his secretary, although it had changed in the last five years, so Derek and the palace staff got used to it.
“Rosaline,” Cahir called her again.
“What? What? Your Majesty?”
Rosaline raised her head. Cahir had unbuttoned his shirt, as if it was too tight around his neck. Her heart skipped a beat. Cahir approached her with a lazy smile. These days, Cahir often smiled at her. It seemed to be a purposeful smile. However, she had no clue what that purpose was. It seemed uncomfortable. She felt like she knew everything about Cahir but then to find out she didn’t.
There was also another reason for Rosaline’s discomfort; she thought that Cahir was strangely sexy. As Rosaline tried to think of something she might be missing, Cahir flicked a finger in front of her. Their gazes collided.
“Rosaline, I’m bored. Shall we have another war?”
‘What’s wrong with him again?’ Rosaline sighed. It had been barely four months since they had started the war. It wasn’t a big war, and thanks to Cahir’s efforts, it had ended without much damage, but the post-war work was not completed until now. Yet, he is asking for another war?
‘It means he doesn’t feel very well at the moment.’ Rosaline thought. Her eyes widened. She folded up the documents she had been working on.
“Your Majesty, shall we go rest?”
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The hot springs where Cahir soaked his body and rested when he was tired was located in a separate building between the main palace where the emperor resides and the first detached palace, originally the residence of the empress. Surrounded by a high wall around a small detached building, it had an outdoor bath surrounded by green trees, an indoor bath for several people at the same time, and a private bath for the emperor alone.
When the weather was fine, he would use the outdoor baths, but on days when he had much to think about, he would rest in the private bath. Today, Cahir went to his private bath, where the floor and walls were golden-colored.
While he was in the bath, Rosaline sat on a sofa in the waiting room and rested. She was seriously concerned about Cahir’s sexuality, which had been fervid lately. This had led to a gradual increase in the number of aides who have their heartbroken.
There was also a spate of scams involving noblewomen who had fallen in love with Cahir. This was an obvious problem. How had Cahir become such a flirtatious emperor? Rosaline’s eyebrows contracted. At that moment, a fact suddenly crossed her mind.
‘His Majesty’s male hormone! How could I miss that important thing!’
Rosaline hit her head. Cahir was full of carnal desire. It was a long novel, but there was a mention in a chapter about it. Before meeting the female protagonist, he had an affair with a number of noblewomen and met them on a light night, and after meeting the female protagonist Ella…. Rosaline’s face turned red as the thought came to her mind. Her heart grew heavy.
“Oh, are you hot? Shall I bring you a glass of cold ice water?”
Rosaline nodded. She gladly accepted Hui’s offer.
During the past five years she worked, Cahir had somehow managed to keep women at a distance. At one point, Derek was seriously concerned about Cahir’s ‘fertility’. Although, it was true that Cahir was sexually frustrated.
To relieve Cahir’s frustration, and to save many women of the empire from the incurable disease of infatuation, a heroine was always needed. Rosaline made up her mind to find Ella again.
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She was leaning on the back of the sofa in the lounge right next to Cahir who was wet after soaking in the hot water. Rosaline sat down in front of Cahir with a tray of rehydrating tea.
“Your Majesty, I would like to hold a birthday feast for the Empress next month.” Rosaline said, sipping her tea and saying it like it was no big deal.
Cahir, who had been reaching for his teacup, stopped abruptly. He stared at her. Rosaline stopped breathing. At times, it seemed she stopped breathing when Cahir looked at her with a little narrowing of the brows, or like when he washed his head roughly and smiled lazily at her….
In five years, he had gone from twenty-three to twenty-eight. Originally hailed as “God-given beauty”, Cahir had withstood the weight of the emperor over the years, and had acquired an assortment of masculine and sexy features. From afar, all the ladies of the Empire took a liking to him. His beauty, his power and the fact that he was always cold and selfish, but almost always defeated by the female Rosaline, drove them crazy.
‘If he keeps going on like this, I’m going mad, aren’t I?’
Rosaline knew how insanely obsessed he would become if he fell in love.
‘Let’s hurry up and find the heroine.’
“What’s the matter with you all of a sudden? You haven’t held up a birthday party for five years?” Cahir said.
Rosaline had a faint spirit with Cahir’s crooked tone. She smiled.
“You had destroyed one of the noble families that had supported the empress.”
“Who? There are too many to tell.”
“Marquis Su. You said that you would kill him yourself.”
“Yes, I remember. I pulled out the sword right away, but you blocked the way. He belongs to the Empress? We need to catch him again.”
Cahir’s face grew darker. Rosaline waved her hand hurriedly.
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