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    The bedroom of the villa.

    Siron watched Viktor undress. His face had narrowed eyebrows as if he was looking at something strange, and the woman next to him had the same expression.

    “Huh…”

    “Wow…”

    “…”

    Victor glanced at them like he was a monkey at the zoo, but he couldn’t say anything and just quietly buttoned his shirt.

    Fasten the tie and pin the waist hem.

    Attach jewelry to your chest, pull up your pants, and fasten them with a belt.

    “…Are you done?”

    After installing several other magical equipments, Victor was able to breathe a sigh of relief. This is because the gaze that had been blatantly pouring in, as if trying to uncover a secret, suddenly stopped.

    “Wait.”

    But it was only for a moment that Siron came in front of Viktor.

    “…It’s really cool.”

    Siron groped the chest of Victor, who had transformed into a man. Victor trembled and froze like a stone.

    It would have been shocking to see the sexual harassment come out of nowhere, but it was ridiculous to scream so loudly when all the shame was already visible.

    “What’s wrong? How is it?”

    Louise looked back and forth between Victor, who was blushing, and Shiron, who was touching something strange.

    “He really looks like a man. What I can clearly feel is my soft breasts, but in my head, I keep thinking of him as a guy with gynecomastia. This is why you don’t get fooled.”

    “I want to touch it too!”

    Louise, who had just been watching quietly, also joined in.

    Perhaps because she had accumulated a lot of resentment over the past ten years, she groped Viktor’s body more blatantly than Siron’s.

    “… Instead of being soft, it’s just hard?”

    “Really?”

    “Yes. There is no pelvis, and the nuchal cord protrudes properly… and the hands feel thick like a man’s.”

    “It seems that the weaker the resistance to hallucinations, the greater the degree to which a person is perceived as a man. Even my uncle, who is well past his prime, would now only see Victor as a grown emperor.”

    “……This is not perfect either. Only when the appearance is somewhat similar can the gap in perception be narrowed.”

    Victor took a deep breath and buttoned his clothes. Because I had allowed others to touch me for a long time, my once straight uniform became covered in wrinkles.

    “My mother was anxious about accumulating all the treasures in the principality, so she even dabbled in items found on the black market.”

    “Yes… I see.”

    Louise’s expression darkened at the word mother.

    Ado Bi, one of Sang Sang’s concubines.

    She died more than ten years ago, so she had not even met Louise, who was engaged to Victor, a few times.

    Siron opened his mouth as he cleaned up his bedroom.

    “It is unlikely that the Empress went to the black market herself, and does she have a separate minion?”

    “That’s right.”

    “You weren’t interested in the situation? If that was his personality, he would have been displeased with a so-called imperial lady coveting items floating around on the black market.”

    “It was then. There was a constant commotion over the succession issues between the older brothers, and the sisters were busy with their marriages, and there were many wives.”

    “…Can’t you see a small deviation?”

    “That can’t be possible.”

    Victor laughed helplessly. Franz is considered the most outstanding emperor in history. There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed what was happening in the concubine when he was at his most cool-headed and intelligent.

    “I guess you just weren’t interested. Although he is said to be a prince on the outside, the age gap between him and his brothers is too large, so he is far behind in the succession structure, and his lineage as a prince was a problem for him to be sent as a son-in-law to a neighboring country.”

    “Did you keep in mind the possibility that it could spark a rebellion in the future?”

    “I think it’s like insurance just in case, but you’ll have to ask directly to find out.”

    “…”

    “There will be no need to ask in the future.”

    Victor sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. Thanks to Siron’s cleaning, the bed was so soft that it was impossible to tell what had happened during the night.

    “Yes, it’s a story that has already passed. Just do better in the future.”

    Siron comforted Victor, who was depressed.

    Complaining after a good day at work made me wonder if this was the kind of post-sex depression I had only heard about, but Siron listened to Victor’s story with great generosity.

    Because the Prien family and Siron’s past life were troubled by family problems. He knew well that in times like these, just being there to listen to his story would be of great help.

    …I didn’t sympathize with him deeply, perhaps because he was complaining after filling his stomach, but Viktor’s expression was getting brighter after patting him on the back a few times.

    “Then, I’m going.”

    Siron opened the window, carrying a sack full of trash. Looking down in the early morning air, I saw that the ceiling was quite high.

    “What, are you going already?”

    “Why, should we have breakfast together? If you want to hear a scandal about a royal family member spending the night with a wealthy man, that’s fine.”

    “Still, going out through the window is a bit…”

    Victor glanced at Siron. Perhaps because he was dressed in black and had a black sack, he looked exactly like a thief.

    “You’re saying there’s nothing good about me staying here any longer? And Louise.”

    “Yes?”

    “At this point… it almost feels like my lower body is public property. If you feel lonely, contact me anytime under Victor’s name.”

    “Ah… Yes.”

    “Me? Can I contact you?”

    “When did you not contact me again?”

    With those words, Siron jumped from the window. I belatedly went to the window to say hello, but there was no sign of landing on the floor that was more than four floors high.

    “Well, I’m being selfish.”

    Viktor spoke grumpily, but her expression showed no sign of denial. He just sighs happily and smiles happily. It was at that time that Louise approached.

    “Um, Your Majesty?”

    “Huh?”

    “Then what happens next?”

    “What happens? I think I’ll keep dressing as a man until my father passes away. By then, the reign would have stabilized and most of the impure people would have been eliminated.”

    “No, that’s not it.”

    “?”

    Victor tilted his head at Louise’s denial. I thought you were worried about when to reveal that you are a woman, but I guess that wasn’t the case.

    Louise began to wiggle her fingers shyly.

    “What should I do about the aftereffects?”

    “Heir?”

    “It happened last night, but before I took the medicine Siron gave me, I took some medicine separately?”

    “What is that?”

    “The drug that makes children…”

    Louise lowered her head with a blood-filled face.

    “If it is a drug that can make children.”

    “I took an ovulation inducing drug.”

    “…”

    “And, um. Your Majesty?”

    “Why, why?”

    “What will your Majesty do?”

    “…Me?”

    When Victor asked blankly, Louise made a bewildered face.

    “Your Majesty and Lord Siron… You were in good hands.”

    “…”

    “Don’t you remember? He did this all night until his stomach got so full that he couldn’t fit anymore…”

    “Stop. No need to say more.”

    Victor was startled and interrupted Louise.

    All the embarrassing things I did during the night came to mind. These are things that are difficult to do with a sober mind and are embarrassing to even mention.

    Victor sat Louise on the bed and pulled out a chair. And then I fell into thought for a moment.

    ‘Louise aside, what if I get pregnant?’

    Except in the case of making pregnancy easier by borrowing the power of alchemy…

    It was generally accepted that a man and a woman needed at least 10 or as many as 50 relationships before they could become romantically involved and have a child.

    However, occasionally, cases are published showing that it is possible to have a child with just one relationship. So people in this world accepted having children as a blessing from God.

    “…”

    Victor’s perception was no different. Having a child from someone you love is a blessing. So I don’t even want to think about erasing the child or anything like that.

    “Should I sing the poem again?”

    As Victor smiled awkwardly, Louise looked determined.

    “Your Majesty. I have a secret plan.”

    “No.”

    “…You don’t even listen and that’s too much.”

    “It’s obvious what to say.”

    Louise made a sad face at the sharp rejection, but Victor shook his head regardless.

    Although she lived a miserable life thanks to her mother and father, she could not have instigated the assassination while she was in nursing care.

    Victor wanted to be like his father, but he did not want to betray humanity.

    ‘It seems like the theory is just going out of its way, but it maintains a certain line. I heard that Sir Hugo is treated with greater respect than Sir Siriel.’

    I didn’t want to look bad to Shiron either. The misunderstanding was resolved at best, but if I crossed the line like this, my heart ached just imagining what kind of face I would have to face him.

    At a time when Victor was making a serious expression, Louise looked embarrassed and opened her mouth.

    “Your Majesty, I don’t know what you are thinking, but that is not the case.”

    “…Then?”

    “At this point, she reveals that she is a woman. Wouldn’t it be okay to elevate Siron to a position of state? Of course, considering Siron’s safety, not now.”

    Gukseo meant the husband of a queen or empress. Victor suddenly saw Louise as someone with strange hair.

    ‘By any chance, is your head still soaked in the aphrodisiac?’

    Just as I was about to think of being rude, Louise smiled brightly and continued.

    “If it is an issue of legitimacy or opposition to it, you don’t have to worry. Just trust me, Your Majesty.”

    Louise recalled the white sword that Siron was wielding.

    ‘…It was a holy sword.’

    Warrior.

    Louise had heard this since she was a child and thought it was just an exaggerated legend, but after experiencing a series of transcendental experiences a month ago, her suspicions were confirmed.

    If what she thinks is true, Siron is already more than qualified.

    The second coming of a hero 500 years ago.

    Of course, Siron lived with a habit of swearing, casually giving her poison, and stabbing other women in the groin.

    It didn’t feel sublime at all!

    ‘…It doesn’t make sense if you’re not a hero.’

    Louise, who was plotting a plan, seemed to have a bright future for the imperial family.

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