“Leave your clothes there and you can go, Your Majesty. Thank you.”

Latil was under the impression that Ranamun was clearly trying to seduce her with that gesture, she was momentarily taken aback when he simply asked her to leave. She almost asked ‘Really, should I go?’

In fact, her hand was raised up, dumbly pointing over her shoulder with her thumb as if to ask, ‘Should I go?’

However, Ranamun didn’t say anything else, just leaned against the bathtub with his eyes closed, like a statue.

Ah. I see. He really means for me to leave. He really did just want me to bring the clothes. A bit miffed, Latil put down the clothes, but she took one more look at Ranamun.

But Ranamun did not look back at her, keeping his eyes closed.

“I’ll go then.”

“……”

“I’m really leaving.”

“Yes.”

How cold. Latil left the room with a sulky face after putting down the clothes.

Meanwhile, Ranamun’s servant was passing the time by moving the umbrella he was holding in one hand, while watching the rain pouring down like it was being dumped out of a bucket.

“Mr. Cardun!”

After a while, a familiar voice was heard through the heavy rain. The figure getting closer was a black umbrella, and the man who came out from under it was Ranamun’s guard.

“What happened… Ahchoo! Sir?”

Cardun sneezed as soon as he saw the guard and asked. The guard grinned and gave a thumbs up.

“It went well! His Majesty has entered the same room!”

At that, Cardun, wiping his runny nose with a handkerchief, laughed as if he was about to cry.

“That’s really good to hear. I’m really glad things went according to plan.”

“It’s all thanks to the head servant. He informed us right away that His Majesty was coming here.”

“Yes. It’s so reassuring to have the head servant on our side.”

“Get out, get out, get out……”

The head servant, who was advising on a matter, raised his eyebrows and stopped speaking when Latil, who was working, suddenly stopped to mutter strange words while hitting her head.

“Your Majesty?”

It was normal for people to look strange when they stopped working and muttered to themselves, and Latil was no exception.

“Why are you doing that? Is your head hurting?”

The head servant asked Latil worriedly, but was surprised when she looked at him with a sulky eye.

“Your Majesty, under your eyes!”

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“Do you have any worries?”

At the head servant’s question, Latil murmured “worries”, sighed, and shook her head.

“No. It’s not a worry.”

She was just a bit shaken by her determination not to sleep with any of the consorts until she stabilized her position as the empress, after seeing Ranamun’s enchanting appearance the day before.

Latil unintentionally thought about what Carlein had tried to tell her but had stopped. One hundred ways to enjoy worryfree sex….

‘No, it’s not Carlein.’

But Latil shook her head. If the atmosphere was serious like before, and he called another woman’s name in his heart, what then?

It was hard to enjoy this and that while hearing another woman’s name, if it didn’t sound at all.

Latil was grumbling without knowing that the head servant was looking down at her with a satisfied face when she suddenly raised her head and said, “Ah.”

The head servant quickly managed his expression.

“Why are you doing that, Your Majesty?”

Then, the secretary knocked on the door from outside and informed that Tasir had come.

“Let him in.”

Latil, who had been planning to call Tasir anyway, quickly granted permission and gestured to the head servant to check it out.

When the head servant took the documents he was reviewing and left the room, Tasir, who was dressed a little more comfortably than usual, entered.

“I was just about to call you.”

As Latil stood up, Tasir looked at her with a ‘Why are you standing up?’ look. Latil went to Tasir’s side, crossed her arms, and chuckled.

“You’re leaving today, right? Let’s have a meal together before you leave.”

At this, Tasir raised his eyebrows, soon smiled with his eyes, and held Latil’s hand on his arm with his other hand.

“It’s scary to be treated like this all of a sudden. It’s a very dangerous situation when you look closely, isn’t it?”

“It would be dangerous. But it’s not something you can’t handle.”

Latil thought back to when Carlein was dealing with the knight zombies and when she had to face Prince Hyacinth, nodding her head in understanding.

The zombies were strong and their infectiousness was deadly, but it was something that could be blocked if handled well.

“The most troublesome thing seems to be their infectiousness. When wounded, it spreads rapidly. That is…what was it…not injuries from other causes, but injuries from being attacked by a zombie.”

“Could Prince Hyacinth have become a zombie?”

“That seems unlikely. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“You talk as if you’ve already fought one.”

Sharp one. Instead of replying, Latil laughed and led Tasir to the small room attached to her office.