My Child's Father is The Emperor - Chapter 3.2
The Marquis had even named the newborn himself.
Adele should have thanked him, but she froze. It sounded like a noble name. Somehow, it didn’t seem appropriate for a commoner’s child.
“Thank you for the Lord’s grace.”
It had only been a month since childbirth.
Adele, less tainted by the world at the time, couldn’t bring herself to tell the Marquis that the name was a burden.
“I don’t wish for my life. Only for Leo.”
Adele, naming the child herself, placed special hope in the Lord who had valued Leo.
“Why do you think life in the palace will be unhappy?”
Adele tried to overcome her fear.
“Your thoughts may differ.”
Adele lowered her head.
“It may not be what you think.”
Marquis Dreyfus remained silent.
After sitting seriously for a while, Marquis Dreyfus looked at Adele.
“A wagon carrying provisions will enter at 5 a.m. You have 30 minutes to prepare.”
Adele bowed to the lord.
“Goodbye, My Lord.”
“Yes.”
As Adele left the room, she turned around.
“My Lord, because of me… I apologize.”
The Lord nodded.
“There’s no need for that. For the past four years, it’s been a place where you could sit comfortably.”
Adele wiped away her tears and left the room.
But she was all alone, in hindsight, she realized she might have made a mistake. What would happen if she and Leo ran away tomorrow? It could be the Marquis de Dreyfus who would cut their throats. Adele felt sick at her own selfishness.
‘The Lord said it was all right. She must have thought of a way.’
She had to think that way.
Adele spent the night cutting the blanket with a small pocket knife. She cut and tied the blanket in various ways to make something similar to a baby carrier used when carrying babies.
As dawn approached, Adele wrapped Leo’s arms and legs with the makeshift carrier. It was in preparation for running away with the child if necessary.
Dressed in a loose robe, with a hood over her head, Adele’s slender body barely indicated the presence of a child on her back.
Adele stepped out of the room with a trembling heart.
* * *
Quang!
With a resounding noise, the door to the lord’s office flew open.
“Thud!”
Unable to withstand the force, the attendant collapsed, his eyes rolling back in a faint.
“My Lord! Is this your doing?”
The Emperor emitted a bluish aura, enraged.
Cruel Slayer.
No one had seen him properly on the battlefield.
A 9th-class Swordmaster, Vanhelm von Albrecht. He had reached a level where his mere existence could kill a person.
However, no one knew that. Anyone who had angered the emperor to that extent had already met their death.
“Ugh.”
The Marquis de Dreyfus pushed aside the pain of her guts twisting and knelt before the Emperor.
“Your Majesty. Now is not the best time.”
“What?”
“Welcome an Empress from a powerful family. After that, when my palace is more stable.”
“Ha.”
The Emperor glared at the baron.
“Marquis. I’ve never asked for your opinion.”
“Your Majesty. It’s just… “
“Enough!”
The Emperor, unable to control his anger, struck the wall with his fist.
Thud.
The solid wall turned into dust.
“I thought I raised an obedient dog, but it seems I’ve raised a dog that bites its owner.”
“No, Your Majesty. It’s just sincere advice.”
“How funny.”
He sneered.
“Didn’t you raise the precious crown prince, and name him yourself?”
The Marquis of Dreyfus lowered his head.
“I can bring him anytime. Do you need to hurry?”
“Hurry?”
The Emperor looked down at the baron with a sinister aura.
“Lord Dreyfus, do you think I’m hurrying?”
The Marquis of Dreyfus kept silent.
“Which is it?”
She felt dizzy, as if she were going to cough up blood at any moment from the aura the Emperor exuded.
“Which way did she go?”
Blood trickled from the corners of the Marquis’s mouth.
“…North. She went north.”
The Emperor withdrew his aura.
“My Lord. I am grateful to you, but expect no second mercy.”
As the Emperor left the office, the knights immediately straightened their postures.
“It’s the north.”
“Yes.”
After the knights saluted and hastily moved, the Emperor shouted behind them.
“I will go myself.”
