I Hoped You Weren't Alive At Times ✓

Ch 142

21.2 The Emperor And The Empress
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"Now I wonder every day what His Majesty is going to send."

Mary Ann sipped the tea and said. Spending every day in Lake Mexus became familiar to the women of Lasortio.

As always, the waters of Mexus glistened in the beautiful sunlight of Sorta. On the shore of the lake, painting tools were laid out haphazardly but peacefully, and on the table were a vase, a few books, and desserts made by Vex. Lilian smiled faintly as she looked at the table full of things that Karloi had given her.

Yesterday, an orchestra sent by Karloi played a wonderful performance on the lake shore. Olivia said that he had a good eye, and she applauded him over and over, but that's not what Lilian liked.

What Karloi was giving to Lilian was not the gift itself. It was the anticipation. Expecting that every day will be a little different... The kind of excitement that she had for the first time in her life, Lilian sometimes felt her heart swell. Others meant to live with this feeling.

Despite his absence, Karloi permeated Lilian like this anticipation. Every day, he was with her.

She was always drying up, and her life, which she thought might dry up and die, was getting wet. So fertile, to the extent that she thinks that the flowers might bloom after a while.

Lilian fiddled with her necklace like a habit, regretting that she could not show off this change to Denise and tell her.

It was a loss that would always follow Lilian. And not only Lilian, but many others also have at least one. Now there were things that felt as big as the bitter taste of loss.

Lilian waited for Karloi's heart, eating a slice of cake made by Vex.

"Oh, it's here. It's here."

At Mary Ann's words, Lilian's little chest swelled. Purtu's servants came near and put the things down. Fresh flowers that come in different kinds every day, oil paintings in styles that are hard to find in Sorta, a yellow dress... Things continued endlessly.

Knowing that Karloi had chosen it himself, it was also fun to guess what he was thinking as he was sending it.

"You've got a lot of books today too, haven't you?"

Looking back at Jane's words, there were a lot of books. Lilian glanced at the book titles. 'LADY MIRIAM'S TRAGEDY'... 'THEIR CIRCUMSTANCES'... 'ZENITH'... . Those were books whose contents could not be guessed just by looking at the title alone.

Lilian unconsciously picked one and turned the cover, and her face turned red and she dropped the book on the table.

"What's wrong...? Oh my God! It's a climax story! This is hard to get!"

Mary Ann picked up the book that Lilian dropped and shouted. Olivia Donata looked at the book as if she was curious about their reaction. But soon it was beautifully re-covered and Olivia waved the fan elegantly.

"Purturan..."

A lot of emotions, no, evaluations were felt in a single laugh and mumble.

Mary Ann looked through her books and looked at the Empress, whose face was still red.

"But why did the Emperor think you'd like this?"

It was a question that no one could answer.

"That idiot..."

Lilian opened the letter with a sigh.

"I can't stand it. I can't wait any longer."

Even in the handwriting, she felt his impatience. He always sent a message through Purtu's servants, telling her that he'll come after finishing what he had to do, but even that seemed useless. Then, is he coming today?