"Who is it?"
"This servant is the head butler of the Sol palace Your Majesty."
"Come in."
What is he here for?
He entered the room with a maid pushing a food trolley in tow. At the smell of brunch, my mouth watered and my stomach growled.
With the recent treatment, for a while I thought they've forgotten about my meal.
"This servant apologizes for the sudden impudence, Your Majesty..." The head butler bowed and expressed his faults but I couldn't hear it fully. My mind has clouded in hunger and has since then fully shifted towards the food.
When the trolley arrived to my side I've instantly lifted the cover and ate with the given fork. My regret came immediately.
Ack.
Sweet.
Too sweet!
The food inside were mostly ones I didn't like and it dampened my appetite even for a bit.
Putting aside the eggs, there were pancakes smothered in butter and syrup, cream puffs, muffins, and chocolate scones. These foods were delicious but it has always been too sweet for my liking. When I noticed the sliced but unpeeled apples, my stomach booked a flight to China.
To ignore the food is wasteful. So I cut the egg to pieces and placed it on top of the pastries to help neutralize the taste. But when I ate it again, my tongue reflexively coiled.
Even the egg was sweet! What sort of sorcery is this?
To down the food stuck in my mouth, I lifted the tea and drank it. But even it was sweet!
Sweet on sweet on sweet.
My tongue wanted to cry out.
To not make a fool of myself, with great effort I forced my throat to swallow. But because the amount was too great, my face paled and showed distraught.
Noticing my discomfort, the maid pulled out a jug of water hidden under the trolley and poured me a glass.
I eagerly accepted and drank it fully. The water was cool with a slight hint of salt. My features quickly recovered.
The head butler must've noticed I wasn't listening so he had stopped talking for a while ago. When I turned my attention to him, he wasn't offended. Instead, his glum eyes had lit up and he had a small smile to his face.
My lips twitched in irritation. You like seeing me in pain that badly?
"Leave." I kicked them out.
"Certainly, Your Majesty. May you enjoy your meal." The butler bowed and left happily.
When they left, I threw myself on the large office chair and stretched my body. My mind is too tired to cater to their shit.
I lazily poked my muffin and ate small parts slowly. I still can't let this get to waste. At least I have the water to help finish it off.
As I nibbled on my muffin, I noticed a small round container hidden between the plates. When I observed it, I discovered that it was a healing balm.
"..."
This is the best you can do...?
I touched my injury. As expected with this body, it has long stopped bleeding and was already about to heal.
'It's unnecessary anymore but they could still have called an imperial doctor.' I grumbled.
I sniffed the balm. No scent.
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Isekai Tyrant
FantasiThe novel The Rose Inside the Palace seized the hearts of many readers around the world. Similar to the brethren of its genre, it featured the fantasy of a world of royalty, magic, and knights. And as all stories like it, it had a hero, a heroine, a...