My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 19
“Are you coming now?”
The Imperial Palace’s office.
As the man stepped onto the red carpet and entered the office, he immediately took off his mask.
“Your Majesty, you’re a bit late today?”
“Preparing breakfast.”
“Ah, I see, you made breakfast… Breakfast?”
The Emperor’s Chief Advisor, Soho, narrowed his eyes.
Did he hear it wrong?
Did His Majesty, the Emperor, prepare breakfast?
The sharp-eyed man at the table tapped his fingers slowly on the table.
He looked like he was deeply troubled.
Soho knew that the Emperor had set up a household with the Lady of the Lockheart family.
He was the leader of the Zeta team, part of the advisory team, responsible for managing the Emperor’s private life and the closest team to him.
Soho’s information had played a significant role in this marriage.
‘But what’s going on now?’
All the advisors were tense.
“If you dislike cucumbers, what else would you dislike?”
“….Sir?”
“Cucumbers. The Lady doesn’t like them.”
Dale sighed and scribbled on the documents.
Despite his sharp, devouring gaze, what he was earnestly looking at was a cooking recipe.
“There’s a saying that if you dislike cucumbers, you probably dislike all types of gourds.”
Did he hear that?
…was what they wanted to ask, but the Emperor seemed too serious for such a question.
“From what I know, the likelihood of disliking watermelon and melon increases as well.”
“I see.”
“If the Lady has a picky palate….”
Just as a young advisor was about to speak, he received a sharp glare.
“Aaaahhh, she seems to be very sophisticated!”
The Emperor nodded lightly, and the real work began.
As the advisors in his office looked at the Emperor, they collectively sighed in relief.
‘It could have been a big disaster.’
Among the advisors, there was an implicit rule.
- Never speak ill of Lady Lockheart!
- Even if His Majesty, the Emperor, throws tea and runs away, never hold a grudge against him!
Among the Emperor’s advisors, it was a well-known story—a rule that had to be remembered and emphasized.
Lady Lockheart was not only a fearsome name but also a source of gratitude.
She was like magic, always lifting the Emperor’s often gloomy mood.
In other words, the three years when Lady Lockheart disappeared, the Emperor was dying.
How could she hide her actions so seamlessly?
The Emperor suspected that there might be an information guild behind Lady Lockheart.
“She must have bought out an information guild.”
The Information Guild, known for revealing anything for a hefty sum, willingly handed it over when presented with a substantial amount of money.
However, when the Emperor learned that Lady Lockheart had never commissioned the guild for any tasks, his feelings changed.
Next on the list was the Mercenary Guild.
The Emperor, having decided to buy the corrupt mercenary guild, which had profited from the wealth of the fallen nobility upon his ascension, drained every last drop of the nobility’s wealth, amassing a vast fortune.
The Mercenary Guild had long been a victim of extortion by the fallen noble families.
Instead of selling out, the head of the Northern Alliance, who oversees the mercenary guilds, forged a friendship with the Emperor.
Though the Mercenary Guild investigated Lady Lockheart’s whereabouts, nothing substantial came to light.
However, unexpected luck came their way.
“Soho.”
“Oh, yes!”
Soho, summoned by the Emperor, approached.
“Get more magic scrolls.”
“Your Majesty, I apologize, but how long do you intend to continue living in seclusion with Lady Lockheart?”
“How long?”
Dale raised an eyebrow, looking at him with an atmosphere as sharp as a well-forged blade. Dale was not a kind, nor friendly man at all.
He looked coldly at his subordinates.
But Soho was his chief advisor.
Having polished him for many years, there was a resilience and tolerance in those eyes that matched the familiarity.
“Your Majesty, surely you are aware of your own physical condition.”
“…..”
“The magic scroll was a compromise, not the best solution, Your Majesty.”
Upon his words, Dale pressed his temples.
His handsome face, reminiscent of well-crafted glass, became noticeably sharper.
“Tell Lady Lockheart the truth and seek her help. Your illness can only be cured by her.”
“Not a favorable answer.”
Dale rejected the suggestion.
“The magic scroll will undoubtedly have an impact on the body. In your current condition, you should refrain from using it.”
“Even if I want to live my current life?”
Dale put down his pen and spoke coldly.
“Eventually, you must formally inform Lady Lockheart of the situation.”
