How To Hide Emperor's Child

Chapter 39

'I wasn't worried at all, but it was difficult if my mother kept getting angry and even collapsed,' Florin thought.

"Yes. You're right."

The Marchioness, weary of her anger, agreed with her daughter.

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The Marchioness walked the path of the garden.

She was annoyed by Astelle, and wanted to cool her head a bit in the fresh air.

The garden was quiet in the afternoon.

The clear sunlight warmly enveloped the garden.

The white lily of the valley bloomed in the flower bed, fading in the sunlight, and exuding a fresh scent.

The Marchioness, who was looking around the garden, noticed a child hiding among the yellow flowers in the distance, and she stopped.

The boy she had met at Astelle's annex a while ago was playing in the flower bed.

'Why did he come all the way here?'

The child ran through the yellow flowers that filled the flower bed.

'He seems rude.'

The child, who had been wandering through the flower bed for a while, bent down on his knees and stroked a large bundle of golden fur.

The Marchioness couldn't see it from afar, but it was probably a large dog with golden fur.

There was Astelle from a distance.

And next to her is His Majesty the Emperor.

Even from a distance, it was a friendly atmosphere.

'You are fooling His Majesty, that cunning woman!'

The Marchioness watched what the two of them were doing for a moment.

Astelle, who came with the emperor, called the child in the flower bed.

When the child came out of the flowerbed, she gently stroked his head.

'......did she say he is her nephew?'

She's not sure, but she heard that the child was Astelle's maternal relative.

It is said that Astelle raised him on her own since he was a baby.

Maybe that's why Astelle seemed to care for him like her own child.

A young child running in the garden and Astelle looking at him lovingly.

As the Marchioness was looking at it, a clever idea came to her mind.

It was a clever enough idea for the short-minded Marchioness to think of.

"You there!"

The Marchioness called the maid.

She was a maid she had known for a long time.

With the tip of her fan, she pointed to Theor playing near the flower bed in the distance.

"Get that kid secretly."

"I beg your pardon?"

The maid raised her head in surprise.

"But he was invited by His Majesty......"

"Don't worry. I'll only use him for a while."

The Marchioness decided to retaliate against Astelle by using the young child.

'A cheeky thing!'

I will definitely pay you back.

I will watch you weep and cry.