Who Stole The Empress

Chapter 41.
The Bride's Scream

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……crazy.

 

Roselyn quickly averted her gaze and looked out the window.

 

She didn’t want to, but her face kept heating up.
It reminded her of the night a few days ago when she had ‘helped’ him from his power overload.

 

Just thinking about it made her whole body red and her lower stomach feel numb.

 

“…Is that the only way to release your power outburst?”

 

“Probably.”

 

She scowled at Tamon.
The fact that he was smiling so nonchalantly made her think that he wouldn’t tell her if there was another way.

 

To think she has to go through that again…

 

The dying climax, the pleasure that came one after the other, the intensity of the pounding that was so intense that it felt cruel, caused Roselyn to collapse several times.

 

But, when she decided to be his partner, she was prepared for it to some extent.
……..

 

“Is there a problem?”

 

Tamon asked back with a look on his face that made it clear he was teasing her.
Roselyn didn’t say anything, just glared at him and took a few swallows of ice water.

 

As careful as she was when making decisions, she rarely reversed her mind once she had made it.

 

It was one of Roseline’s small beliefs.

 

“Many.”

 

“Is that right? I thought so.”

 

She hated his face that was smiling so strangely at her earlier.
While she was wondering if she should step on his foot, Tamon’s plate was filled once more.

 

Unlike before, it was light seafood.
She glanced at him, wondering if the carnivore would finally finish his meal.

 

“It’s called Sarfish Oyster, but it’s not easy to get.”

 

He described the seafood on his plate.

 

“Sarfish oysters are oysters, aren’t they?” 

 

“Yes, they are.
They only come out this time of year, but they are very popular.”

 

“They must taste good.”

 

“Well, yes, it is.”

 

Tamon chuckled as he picked the oyster and placed it on her small plate.

 

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“You should try it.
It’s an interesting taste.”

 

Roselyn couldn’t resist her curiosity, so she cut the oyster in half and popped it into her mouth.

 

It was very tender and had a savory taste, perhaps because it was cooked.
In between the creamy texture, she could taste something crunchy, and Tamon was right, it was quite an interesting taste.

 

Roselyn nodded to indicate that she agreed with him, and Tamon, who was watching the scene with a smile on his face, keeping his chin propped up, added.

 

“That oyster has a nickname.
Aren’t you curious?”

 

“What is it?”

 

“The bride’s scream.”

 

It was a bizarre nickname.

 

‘Does it mean it tastes so good that it makes you scream? …… By the way, why the bride of all people?’

 

Roselyn took the other half piece of the cut oyster and brought it to her mouth again.
Tamon, who was staring at her lips as she munched, added an explanation.

 

“It’s a food usually eaten on the first night of marriage.
Eating it forces the bride to scream out at night…”

 

“Kak! Kak! Kak!” Roselyn coughed.

 

“…I understand that such a situation will be created.
Good.
Today we can check to see if that nickname is real.”

 

“Tamon Krasis!”

 

Roselyn glared at him with a bright red face and threw the fork she was holding with a pop.

 

Tamon dodged the flying fork and laughed out loud.

 

The low tone with laughter spread widely.
Roselyn kicked his shin under the table, as she thought a moment ago.

 

“Ugh.”

 

He laughed when she punched him last time, and he laughed again this time for what it’s worth.

 

“I can’t believe you kicked my leg.
What a naughty mistress.”

 

“Please shut up.”

 

“As you wish.”

 

Tamon closed his mouth mischievously.
Roselyn turned quickly to the side and stared at the waves shimmering in the sunlight.

 

She thought that the waves swaying in the wind were just like her, but she bit her lips and erased useless thoughts.

 

The sound of Tamon’s laughter echoed quietly, as if he was trying to hold back.

 

The revived heart beat violently.

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***

 

Ronasso Bashel came to Tamon’s mansion in a hurry.

 

He told the chamberlain that he had something to tell Tamon right now, but Tamon hadn’t shown up yet.

 

“Did he drown in the hot water and die, and why hasn’t he come?”

 

Ronasso hurriedly circled the room.
More than thirty minutes had passed since Tamon had gone to wash up.

 

Before Ronasso came, Tamon had already entered the bath, so about 40 minutes had passed.

 

“No, is he the new groom who is grooming himself on the first night or what? Why is he taking so long?”

 

After waiting for another twenty minutes, Ronasso finally lost his patience and was just about to go find him.

 

Quickly, the door opened and a drenched Tamon walked in with a particularly clear face.

 

“What’s the matter with you? Why did you come at this late night?”

 

Tamon, whose face was dirty and wrinkled compared to his clear, clean face, looked unpleasant and spoke to Ronasso.

 

“Why so long…ah, what is it? Did you enter the land of perfumes?”

 

A cool, refreshing scent could be detected from the approaching Tamon.
Ronasso looked at Tamon with slightly surprised eyes.

 

“I thought you said you didn’t want scented water.
Then you said you didn’t like herbs either.”

 

 “People change, you know.”

 

Tamon said flatly and sat leaning back on the couch.

 

His beautiful face looked a little more excited today, and he also looked impatient.

 

“What is it ……?”

 

When Ronasso narrowed his eyes at the subtle change in his best friend, Tamon urged him nervously.

 

“I thought you said it was urgent.
What are you looking at?”

 

“Oh, that’s right.
Did you know that His Majesty has also put a watch on my residence? When I was coming over, I saw them hiding outside your residence as well.”

 

“Leave it be.
He’s not the one who would let you go just because you’re angry.”

 

Ronasso jumped up and down at Tamon’s carefree words.

 

“What if he finds out?” 

 

“He already knows.”

 

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“What do you mean?”

 

Ronasso wondered if Tamon had wings on his buttocks.
He rose higher than before.

 

“How?”

 

“He came in.
Our great Majesty.
He opened other people’s bedrooms without hesitation.”

 

 

“And what did you do?”

 

“I made up a rough story.
I said that I brought a slave who looked like her.”

 

“Did he believe you?”

 

“If he believed me, there wouldn’t be people outside watching me like that.”

 

 “Oh.”

 

With a blank face, Ronasso looked out the window.

 

Those people couldn’t have gotten inside the high raised walls anyway.

 

Tamon’s private escort team was wary of the surroundings, and the shadows guarding him must also be keeping an eye out somewhere.

 

Only those who were allowed could enter Tamon’s private residence.

 

Even the King could only bring five guards authorized by the owner.

 

It was a subtle refraction of this relationship, bound together by loyalty and trust.

 

The King showed that he trusted Tamon as accompanied by a minimum escort, and Tamon proved his loyalty by allowing the king to enter his residence at any time.

 

“…But he still put surveillance outside.
It’s really an ironic relationship, knowing that and leaving the gate open with impunity.”

 

Ronasso paced around irritably, ruffling his hair.

 

“If the king is suspicious, the truth may be revealed at any time.
What are you going to do?”

 

 “If he finds out that she’s that woman, he will definitely try to hurt her.”

 

The king, Theo Lantifu, hated Tanatos.

 

The word disgust was not enough.
Yes, the emotion was close to hatred.

 

Tanatos’ predecessor made Amor King kneel in front them and his brothers.

 

Thousands and tens of thousands of Tanatos soldiers watched as the king of Amor kneel down and kiss Emperor Tanatos on the back of his feet.

 

And he saved the lives of some 12,000 people.

 

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Even though they lost part of their territory and some of their fertile islands, they were able to keep their children’s parents, siblings, old people, and soldiers alive.

 

That day was called the Day of Sorrows.

 

In the agreement signed that day, Amor was promised 100 years of peace.

 

It all came to a cruel end because of one traitor.

 

Marcus.

 

He was the one who betrayed his own country, handed over the information, and fled to Tanatos.

 

Tamon was the one who found the traitor who had been hiding in plain sight and executed him thoroughly.

 

The one who instructed Tamon was none other than Theo.

 

In any case, the King hated Tanatos, and he hated everything about stepping on that land and seeing the royal family of that land.

 

So Tamon took care of all the diplomatic activities going that way.

 

If it was known that Tamon had secretly taken the woman who was the Empress of that country, no matter how important Tamon was, he would not be able to avoid a conflict with the king.

 

“No matter how much he suspected, it’s all useless if there’s no confirmation.
A person who looks alike can appear at any time.”

 

Tamon looked indifferent as he crossed his legs and pulled out a cigar to chew on.

 

When Tamon, who was looking for a fire, flinched, he put down the cigar he was holding.

 

“And what if he found  evidence? Do you think he can take her away from me?”

 

Smirking, Tamon leaned back on the couch and lifted his head.

 

He looked at the air with a sluggish expression, his demeanor somewhat rambling.

 

Well, when he was not like that?

 

Ronasso looked at Tamon with a bit of concern, and then took a step back.

 

‘Well, he knows what to do better than I do.
I should stop worrying…’

 

Ronasso took out a small jewelry box that he had hidden in his pocket. 

 

When the lid opened, a ring with a brilliant green sapphire was revealed.
Glancing at the jewelry box, Tamon shook his head and murmured seriously.

 

“Oh, I don’t look good in green…” 

 

Tamon flushed at Ronasso, as if he didn’t know. 

 

Ronasso firmly said to Tamon as if he was dumbfounded. 

 

“I’m not giving it to you.
Are you crazy?”