Duke's wife

Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
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The Duke of Alberton looked directly at Owen, who glared at him with a shocked face, and struggled to resist the urge to laugh openly.

Instead, he looked up at him with a smile he had never faced the emperor before.

"Yes, rejoice to your heart's content, Your Majesty. It is only a matter of time before the curse of His Highness the Crown Prince is removed."

"Oh, that's good. I'm so glad I did!"

"What did I say? You do as I suggest, and things are so easy."

The Duke of Alberton, in a tone that sounded a little cocky, sarcastically replied to the Emperor, who had doubted him and hesitated in every proceed.

Owen's haughtiness immediately made an impression, but the emperor, whose reason was paralyzed by joy, replied to this by reproaching himself.

"Yes, that's true. If only I had trusted you a little better, things would have been easier for me!"

"I'm glad you know now."

"In fact, Jim was frankly skeptical when you asked him to make a deal with the young Duke of Loyenne on the basis of Princess Royenne's corpse. I didn't expect it to go to great lengths to recover the body of my sister, who died years ago, against everyone's back. Well, I didn't think he would accept the offer so easily."

"I didn't expect that the Duke would respond so soon to the offer, no matter how much the Duke of Loienne cared for his only sister as if she were his own child."

"Didn't that work, though? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come up with this method. Alas, this is all your work! Thank you, Duke Alberton."

"You're welcome."

To the emperor's repeated praises, Duke Alberton humbly replied, lowering his posture slightly.

Afterwards, the Duke of Alberton examined the Emperor, who was smiling merrily, and the Prince, Owen, whose expression hardened beside him.

Now that he had told the emperor of his accomplishments, it was time to demand a reward from him. The Duke of Alberton cleared his throat slightly, turned the Emperor's attention to me, and said:

"Ahem. That's why, Your Majesty."

"음? 왜 그러는가, 앨버튼 공작."

"The hasty matter must have been settled to some extent, and I think it is time to discuss the details of the marriage of His Highness the Crown Prince and my daughter."

"Oh! Correct! That's how it should be!"

To this, the emperor replied with a smile and nodded. Then the Duke of Alberton laughed contentedly, and Owen, with a more thoughtful countenance than he had a moment ago, turned his head hastily and said to the Emperor:

"Lung, Your Majesty! All of a sudden, oh my!"

"I want you to set a date for your wedding as soon as possible, Your Majesty. As Your Majesty knows, Marianne is now twenty and three. Compared to other aristocratic ladies who marry as soon as they turn twenty, it's still a long way behind."

"...... Anyway. Not quite. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Duke Alberton."

"No, sir. I'm glad you know now."

But Owen's protest was lightly dismissed by the Duke of Alberton, who raised his voice as if to cut off his speech.

Owen was going crazy. At this rate, he would be forced to marry the terrible woman, Marianne, according to the Duke of Alberton's wishes.