I Became the Tyrant’s Servant - Chapter 29.2

I was worried because I couldn’t tell exactly when it was based on the original story.

Thank God you’re an adult.

I tried to control my facial expression and opened my lips as if it had popped.

“Don’t you want your daughter to be the concubine of the Emperor?”

The count’s eyes opened wide.

I felt like I could hear a hasty counting sound in my head.

I put a wedge in it one more time.

“I’ll put it up to His Majesty.”

“Your Excellency, Duke of Baloa!”

Suddenly, the count, who upgraded me from Duke of Baloa to Your Excellency Duke of Baloa, was moved to tears.

Seeing his mustache wriggling with pressure, he must mean to agree.

I agree.

I picked up a glass of wine again to hide my smile of satisfaction.

In the original book, he was an emperor who changed women as if he was eating.

I’m sure he’ll forget about me if she pushes a new woman into Cardan.

In short, I found a scapegoat to sacrifice instead of me.

I felt uncomfortable and looked at Count’s Young Lady sitting on the other side to see if she was ruining the young woman’s life for no reason.

Count’s Young-ae was coloring her cheeks red with her hands around her chest.

“Well, will you really do that for me?”

I was a little embarrassed by the violent reaction, but I smiled mildly on the outside.

“Yes.”

Young-ae’s eyes twinkled more at my short answer.

“I can’t believe I’m connected to someone I’ve admired since I was young. It’s like a dream.”

I looked at Young-ae with cold eyes.

She seemed to be possessed by Cardan’s handsome face.

No matter how much of a tyrant he was, beauty seemed to be a universal language that could be communicated anywhere.

Young-ae’s expression, who had been in ecstasy for a while, suddenly darkened.

“But will the Emperor accept me?”

“Sure! Sure!”

The count, sweaty on his forehead due to excitement, stole his face with a handkerchief.

“The emperor has refused to take in an Empress so far, but if it’s a concubine, and if it’s a concubine recommended by the Duke of Baloa, he will. I’ve told you everything about Duke Baloa’s recommendation.”

Young-ae, who shook off her worries, wrapped her hands around her cheeks.

“I can’t believe I’m His Majesty’s first woman.”

First woman?

I frowned.

Obviously, in the original, the emperor had a huge harem.

Besides, he’s such a man who touches his servant after drinking.

What do you mean, the first woman? It was a strange sound.

Since she is beautifully raised by the count, she may not even know the messy circumstances of the palace.

As soon as I nodded my head inside.

“Yes, it’s only a matter of time before the concubine becomes His Majesty’s official first lady.”

The count confirmed and nodded firmly.

The count gripped his daughter’s hand.

“Your Majesty has never had a fiance or a common lover, let alone a concubine, but I’m sure my daughter will do well. This father only believes in you.”

So the emperor’s harem, which boasted a huge scale in the original, is now empty.

I felt like I was falling into a maze.

Fortunately, it was not long before the answer to the labyrinth was found.

After the dinner, the count called me to the office separately.

“Well, Duke.”

The count managed to rhyme.

“Maybe it’s a little sensitive, but…………….”

It seemed to be a very difficult story to tell judging by his constantly wiggling his fingers and looking at my face.

“What is it?”

“Well, I was worried about my girl………….”

“What are you worried about?”

He was so happy that he almost cried at the dinner.

“I was worried that she might be caught by His Majesty’s eyes.”

“Why?”

The count coughed in vain.

“Your Majesty has so many women to follow. Although there was no official lover, His Majesty’s rumor is so famous.”

That’s right!

I asked again just in case.

“So, even though he doesn’t have a concubine, there have been many women. Do you mean this?”

The count was sweating, afraid he might have made a slip of the tongue.

“Well, I don’t mean to offend you. Your Majesty’s confidant, and you know it, don’t you?

“What do I know?”

As the count sweated hard, his sleeves were wet.

“There’s no woman in the capital who hasn’t been crossed by His Majesty.”

Yes! That’s what I’m saying!

I managed to hold myself back from trying to ‘tap’ my knee.

The question has finally been answered.

Without a harem, Cardan’s chaotic life seemed to be the same as the original.