Chapter 105: And It Began

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After another 30 minutes of silence, Eleanor finally cheered up, though she was still sad, as expected of someone who just lost a friend. However the important thing for me is that she already doesn't have any thoughts of fighting Hebi, no matter how depressed she is, I would have locked her up in my metaphorical basement, that is safer than having those kinds of impulsive thoughts.

_...I wonder how Roselle will cheer up though... Unlike Eleanor, I don't know how to console him, he is a stranger to me so I don't have any idea how to calm him down... and even if I have, I doubt that they will work._

Surely enough, even though I am a very patient person, I grew restless because the King's mourning takes too much time, of course, I don't know what he is doing (though I am sure he is crying ugly right now) because I conjured noise canceling spell not to startle the nurses and doctors of the hospital.

_I don't want my undead to be buried, so the royal palace is a no-no._

After thinking as such, King Roselle finally went out of the morgue, his hair was strewn all over his face and his once upright shoulders were propped down whilst his once charismatic posture was destroyed as he slouched like an old man, I cannot help but feel bad for him for having his wife dead because of the long aged crossfire between the two strongest countries of the world.

_However, all of this will benefit me, so it is fine... I wonder when did I have such thoughts..._

I wonder when everything that can make my nation abundant is "fine".

I didn't have any time to ponder when I become a monster or anything as the "defeated" king looked at Eleanor and me with his sunken eyes, I silently nodded and then created a portal with geometric lines inside, the two depressed people first entered and I immediately followed them. The portal led to two different places, for the King, it is the dining hall because he is having breakfast while reading those reports. I did not spy any further on what he wanted to do, I looked at my wife who is still silent up until now.

_I ought to cheer her up some more later, I have to meet the king immediately._

I kissed Eleanor on the forehead and the lips, after which I conjured another portal, and before I went and entered it, I looked at my wife and said: "If you have anything you need, call a maid, okay?"

Eleanor nodded and replied: "Okay."

After hearing her simple response, I entered the portal I made and appeared in the dining room, the documents being read by Roselle just a while ago were being put out by an old man who is supposedly his adviser as his King silently eats the foods in front of him, King Roselle looked at me for a brief moment before continuing his silent eating, I  did not say anything unnecessary as I also started to eat at the very end of the long table.

There are a variety of foods that don't quite belong to the word "breakfast". Like steak, beef wellington, and more, but I am not a picky eater, so I still ate them all without filter, eh, don't ask me why I am eating even though I am not invited, what do you want me to do? Wait for him to finish eating? It's rude to watch a person eat, you know.

I was giving excuses like that whilst I continued eating my second breakfast, after about 30 minutes of the two of us silently eating together, the King finally spoke.

"Say Sophia... if that corpse is Khearsenbelle, then who am I sleeping with the entire time?"

The King was playing around with the steak in front of him as he asked that question, I cut the Wellington in front of me and circled it in the sauce, after which, I answered.

"I think you already know who she is."

I had a solemn expression as I answered whilst I ate the cut of wellington, the king frowned at this, seemingly realizing the peculiarities of the person who was accompanying him with his sleep, but given the fact that she is "that" person, these anomalies are very minuscule to the point that the King and other people close to her can't even notice it they were so small that the Roselle cannot notice it unless he thought about it.

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