“You will be able to tell if they are bad once you get to know them. Anyway, don’t keep quiet if there’s a problem. Call me right away. Got it?”

“…….”

“Answer me.”

Instead of answering, Guesta hesitated. Then he lightly brushed Latil’s hand with his thumb and spoke in a soft voice.

“Why are you saying this to me?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you specifically telling me this?”

He then looked at Latil with hopeful eyes.

This time, Latil couldn’t answer. A strong suspicion surged when she looked at Guesta’s eyes. Could it be, does he still like me?

Guesta had confessed once, but that was really when they were children, and only once, so she naturally thought that he had changed his mind by now.

But Guesta’s eyes now were different from the beautiful but cold and dry eyes of Ranamun, or the pretty but crazylooking eyes of Prince Klein.

They were soft and moist. His whole body seemed to shout, ‘Do you like me? Please tell me you do.’

It was difficult to lie to someone who sincerely asked like this.

The nursemaid will take care of you. You have a weak side, so I’m worried about you. Unable to be honest, Latil just looked at him and smiled, then suggested.

“It’s not healthy to be locked up in a room all the time. Shall we go for a walk?”

“Hmm. It’s certainly spacious. Very spacious.”

Tasir, leaning back, walked leisurely through the corridor, continually exclaiming in admiration. Yet, his eyes never stopped moving.

The servant, following Tasir, deliberately didn’t speak. Tasir was a quirky but extraordinarily clever heir.

He was never careless about anything. Even now, he was ‘exploring’, but in reality, he was likely memorizing the entire palace in his head.

But then, as they passed the corridor on the second floor of the Central Palace, a large door in the distance opened, and Emperor Latrasil emerged.

Immediately, Tasir should have rushed forward and greeted her, but as soon as he saw the emperor, he hid behind a pillar.

The servant, following suit, protested softly.

“You should greet her casually at such a time! Why are you hiding!”

There was no answer. Tasir made a hushing signal and peeked at the emperor from his hiding spot.

The subordinate who had no choice clicked his tongue and turned his head back towards the Emperor. Then, he opened his mouth in surprise. Unexpectedly, there was someone standing behind the Emperor.

Another consort. That consort who was said to be the son of a minister. The same consort who, after the swearing ceremony yesterday, didn’t utter a single word during the meal and kept his head buried on the table.

If Tasir, the owner of Sodanju, had a face resembling a fast Doberman, that consort had a face like a melancholic Golden Retriever, with similar hair color and slightly downcast eyes.

He seemed to be the most harmless consort because of his gentle personality, lack of vigor, and his quiet and delicate appearance. Yet, surprisingly, that consort was walking hand in hand with the Emperor.

The subordinate blinked his eyes and raised his hand to rub them. He was sure that the consort looked like a Golden Retriever, but for a moment, he seemed to have seen a mischievous cat tail on his buttocks.