"You said you would give me anything I want. Then divorce me."
It was the only way for Lasilia to live.
Her husband will one day discover her secret and try to kill her. The secret is that the bodies of Lasilia and the Empress have changed! The empe...
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Took.
The drenched coat fell to her feet. Lasilia, who had become much lighter, turned her head to face the Marquise of Farshad.
"What does that mean? It's medicine."
The Marquise nervously swallowed her dry saliva.
"Didn't you promise me? I will give Count Ayef's inheritance right to my second son, not the Count's daughter."
It seemed that Count Ayef had no sons. Anyway, that didn't matter.
"So, in exchange for you waiting on my clothes, I decided to deprive you of another family's right to inherit? Is my understanding right now?"
"Isn't it normal to wait on clothes, Her Majesty? How long have I been doing the lockdown?"
Lasilia cut off the Marquise.
"I don't know what you mean by that. As you know, I remember nothing of the former."
"That, like that... I, you don't even have to do that to me, Your Majesty the Empress."
The Marquise also assumed that her amnesia was fake.
"What do you mean? 'You don't have to do that'? Amnesia may not be selective depending on the person."
"..."
The Marquise twisted her mouth and held her hands tightly.
"To me. You cannot do this, Her Majesty. If you knew what I was protecting you, you couldn't do this to me."
"Well. I don't know what that means either. What do you mean you are protecting me?"
"You know? How the mark is going."
Again, her guess was correct. The Marquise was robbing her, holding the Empress's secret like her sword. Maybe it was the Empress who gave her the sword first, but that didn't matter to her. The Marquise could see that she wielded her sword when she wanted, as long as she held a sword.
