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Chapter 20 The Scarf that I Gave

Translator: Kimmy

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How could he be so numb with all his family dead except his married step sister and cousin?

The Marquis was worried not as a servant but as someone who lived more than him.

"His Majesty should wed soon too......"

So, Marquis Villiore wished the Emperor would find himself an Empress as soon as possible.

He believed a man should have a foxy wife and rabbit-like children to truly be stable.

If the current Emperor had a wife, perhaps he would be more willing to remain in the position.

It wasn't that the Emperor was not taking responsibility now, but to the Marquis, the Emperor looked like someone who was willing to leave the position anytime if he had the chance.

On top of that, he knew that the Emperor talked about how he didn't want to work whenever the Chancellor was not present.

"Yes, well. that's true......"

He was speaking to himself but Count Maron replied to it.

The Count genuinely wished the Emperor would wed soon and have his wife give birth to many children.

Then, perhaps, he would have fewer nightmares of the Duke becoming the Emperor.

Anyone would be a better Emperor than the Duke; it was what the people of the Empire believed.

"But, he doesn't seem interested. Perhaps he is attracted to men......."

"You prick, that is presumptuous. I am going to tell the Chancellor."

"You muscle monster! As if you don't gossip!"

"But that person you are gossiping about is the Emperor!"

The two Counts started fighting again, now without keeping court manners and Marquis Villiore sighed.

What Count Pillbourne said was right.

The Emperor seemed to hate women since he frowned and left whenever a woman was present. He never showed interest either.

Ah, except for Lord Emmerich.

But she was an exception to him because the Emperor treated her like a younger sister rather than as a woman.

"I hope he at least marries a commoner."

"Hey, Marquis. Aren't we lowering the standard too much?"

"You prick, I am going to tell the Chancellor you said that."

"You again!"

Marquis Villiore sipped on his tea and spectated the two Counts' argument.

It was never boring.

"How peaceful."

He chuckled.

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Eric was tearing up because of the Commander who barged in this morning and took the shirt he was going to wear.

When that happened, he was only wearing his underwear and Bri didn't care about that at all. Only his sensitivity that he inherited from his father reacted, and he felt victimized.

He could hear his mother scolding him and spanking him for being too sensitive.

Eric held back his tears and pulled out another shirt.