MCDITE

6

The Marquis gave the name of the newborn baby.

She needed to express her gratitude, but Adele stopped.

It was like a noble name. It was an unsuitable name for a commoner child.

"Thank you for the grace of the Lord."

It was only a month after she was abandoned. At the time, Adele who had suffered the world's storms, couldn't even tell the Marquis that the name was 'not burdensome'.

"I don't even want my life. Leo. Only that child."

Adele gave her own name and put a little hope on the lord, who took special care of Leo.

"Why do you think life in the imperial palace would be unhappy?"

Adele tried to overcome her fear.

"It might be different from what you thought."

Adele shook her head. "I'm not foolish enough to hope for such a trick."

Marquis Dreyfus was silent. The Marquis, sitting with a serious face, looked at Adele.

"At 5 AM, a cart with groceries comes in. It takes 30 minutes to prepare."

Adele bowed her head to the lord. "Goodbye."

"Okay."

As she left the room, Adele looked back.

"Lord, because of me.... I'm sorry."

The lord shook her head. "There is no such thing. In the past 4 years, thanks to you, I was sitting comfortably."

Adele wiped her tears and left the room.

It was a hard decision to stay. But what if Leo and she ran away tomorrow? She wouldn't know if the Marquis of Dreyfus would have her neck cut off. Adele was troubled by her selfishness.

'Because the lord said it was okay. She must have thought of a way.'

I have to think so.

Adele cut the blanket all night with a small pocket knife. Cut the blanket, hung around, and sew it to make something similar to a baby carrier for carrying babies.

As dawn came, Adele wrapped Leo's sleeping arms and legs around a sash. It was just in case she had to take the child and run on her feet. She wore a loose robe and a hood over it. Because he was so small, they wouldn't know she had a child on her back.

Adele left the room trembling.

***

Kwaang!

The door of the Lord's office flew away with a roar.

"Stay in your place!"

The attendant, who couldn't stand the dread, rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Lord! It is your doing!"

A bluish energy flowed out of the angry emperor's body like a haze.

The Cruel Slayer. No one really saw him on the battlefield.

Van Helm von Albrecht, the Sword Master who had reached Class 9. He had reached the point where he could kill a person just by standing. No one knew it. Everyone who made the emperor so angry was killed.

"Wow."

Marquis of Dreyfus knelt in front of the emperor, trying to ignore the pain of her twisting intestines.

"Your Majesty, this is not a very good time."

"What?"

"Welcome the empress from an influential family. After that, after the palace becomes more stable..."