Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
73. Evandre and Manuel

After saying good night after dinner with the only family he had, Luz walked towards the elevator that delivered him directly in front of the door. His hand was raised as the servant wanted to open the door. I can do it myself, inner Luz and then staring at the servant.

Feeling noticed, the male servant in his twenties looked down. Waiting for a word two to slide from his employer's lips.

"It's night. No need to work anymore, you can rest in my room right now."

Hearing the phrase 'No need to work anymore', the Servant looked up. Confused. "Have I made a mistake, miss?"

"No-no, it's not," Luz chimed hurriedly. "Working all day must be exhausting. It is better to rest immediately, prepare stamina for tomorrow. I can do it myself."

Understanding the young lady's explanation, the maid nodded quickly with a radiant face. "Thank you very much, miss."

As it turns out, the rumor that Anderson's only daughter has turned into a more independent person is true. In the past, let alone open the door. Pulling the blanket away Luz needed to ask his servant for help.

Opening the room door, Luz turned on the lights until the glass-walled room was immediately bright. On the right side of the room there is another door that is connected to the bathroom, changing room, and her fashion closet that contains clothes, shoes, and accessories. A large circular bed that is also decorated with ivory white hanging nets becomes his favorite place in this room.

Luz swept his eyes. Maybe he'll miss this place. For the next few years, he won't be living in New York.

Some large suitcases have been arranged not far from the bed. At first the servants wanted to pack the goods, but Luz shook his head and said he would pack his own things until they were astonished.

A few days ago, too. Denise, who happened to be visiting her house, was suddenly surprised by the drastic change of her spirit since childhood. Before falling into a coma, do not bother to welcome guests, bring her makeup equipment Luz reluctant. If you don't believe me, please re-read the original episode.

Luz picked up her clothes that were hung inside a giant closet. Take some and fold them one by one. In the midst of busy putting clothes into a bag, Luz frowned when he realized there was a paper tucked between the pile of dress that he would carry.

Taking the paper, Luz read it slowly.

In all of life, we are never meant to be together.

I'm always with you even if you don't know

Manuel and Evandre are the same person. I'm a witch, it's not impossible to live for thousands of years, right?

I have everything, I'm perfect. Why did you never choose me?

Since I need a person who is truly sincere to me, not a perfect person, Inner Luz replied.

The question that had been entrenched in Luz's mind was finally answered.

There was no news after Evandre was arrested. He did not know if he had killed himself, killed, or escaped. There really is no news. Can live until now, somehow he can escape from the capture of Sormenia special forces. Evandre is Manuel in his old life. The same person, but not the same.

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...RESIGNATION LETTER...

...It is hereby stated that Alastair Ephraim la Empyrean, the first Emperor of Sormenia, officially resigned from his government and office. All the obligations, needs, and interests of the people will be transferred to the New Emperor who has been appointed on the will of the Emperor without coercion from any party with the approval of the ministers. If a rebellion is found on this order, the Emperor is authorized to surrender his forces to the New Emperor. Fighting the rebels, and order Sormenia as before....

^^^Sormenia,^^^

Emperor I Ephraim la Empyrean^^^

Giselle stepped in disbelief as well as lunglai when she finished reading the most electrifying announcement leaflet. Everyone jostled, then gossiped. Just like always. It hasn't been three months yet but Alastair decided to die. What exactly is going on?

"Mother!"

Giselle ran in the hallways of the southern palace. Monetta, the mother who was previously busy knitting, now turned her head, looking at the astonished daughter who looked hasty.

"What's up, Giselle. Calm down, there is no need to run around like bringing bad news alone," his grunts were annoyed.

"Bad news!" giselle answered, which stopped her mother from putting the thread inside the needle. "In the capital, the official announcement leaflet was taped, saying the Emperor had died."

"What's? Emperor Alastair died you mean?!" repeat Monetta can't believe it. Her eyes moved wildly, thinking of various ways that Giselle's position would remain as a potential consort. "Do you know who the new emperor he appointed?"

"Not yet announced" replied Giselle no less confused. "If it's like this, there's no hope of becoming empress— like mother's will because the emperor has died."

"There's still a way," argued Monetta quickly. "The new emperor may still be single. If this mother's guess is correct, the chances of becoming empress are certainly greater for you to realize. Take it easy, I'll find out."

Of course the closest person to the Emperor. The Ochonner de Cera.

"I knew after this you would become emperor" Monetta said directly and grabbed one of the cups on the table, drinking a small amount of it just for pleasantries. "Congratulations. Your position will soar up, huh?"

Ochonner replied with a small ruckus. "Far here, tell me. What's your purpose?"

"No, I'm just worried because this is the first time you'll be a leader. Must've been hard. I myself wonder why His Majesty the Emperor handed you such a great mandate. Very irresponsible, "the criticism is sharp.

Ochonner nodded slowly, "Then?"

"As an adept man in government, I offer a shortcut to a future emperor like you" Monetta said, staring at his interlocutor. "By Sormenia and our future, I'm ready to help."

"But not free, right?"

"In politics, there is no such thing as free" the woman said. "Make my daughter your queen. I guarantee the inner palace will be prosperous again if it is in the hands of the right person like me."

"What do you mean, you want to re-rule, former queen?" press Ochonner as he utters 'The Former Queen' making Monetta a dead red. "After all the mess your son did, do you still dare to show your face in the palace council?"

"Not yet to become an emperor!"

"Keep your daughter on another man, I'm not interested" Ochonner said sharply. "Ah, and one more. You came to the wrong person. I am not the chosen emperor."

Monetta.

"Secared information. The Duke of Lancess will be the next emperor." Ochonner displayed a sweet smile that was the opposite of his mood that suddenly deteriorated after Monetta's arrival. "I know what you mean. Don't be evasive, definitely for the sake of keeping in order to stay in the palace, you did this matchmaking, right?"

His tongue was a hoax just to dodge the word Ochonner. Finally Monetta was silent until the Marquis again continued his words.

"Duke Lancess doesn't like you, it's impossible to make Princess Giselle his wife. As a suggestion, what if from now on you pack up before Duke Lancess ascends the throne." Ochonner seemed to be enjoying the pias woman's face before him. "Rather than being ashamed of myself as gossip about the exorcism of the former queen rang out throughout Sormenia."

"He wouldn't dare to throw me out" he hissed rudely.

"Are you not related at all. What caused the Duke Lancess not to dare?"

Telak, the former queen can't open her mouth.

"Then I go home." Monetta immediately grabbed her hat and stood up. Staring at Ochonner sharply before deciding to get out of the room. "If anything happens, don't even ask me for help, Thompsville's son!"

Ochonner laughed, "You're so funny, ma'am." He swept a tear that was dripping at the end of his eyes from excessive laughter. "You are the one who will ask us for help. Later, one day."

Monetta grew increasingly furious with Ochonner's lack of knowledge. Grunting violently, he finally actually came out without leaving a word.

"There's just nothing." Ochonner shook his head and rose with the arrival of Wilbert McKinney, who carried the autumn coat.

"For what, Wilbert?"

"Autumn is expected to fall today. The weather outside is getting cold, My Lord. Shouldn't you be wearing this?"

Ochonner grabbed Ochonner's hand and looked away at the coat with a longing look.

"My Lord...."

"Mantel giving Odyssey."

"Y-yes?"

"Get the coat Odyssey gave," Ochonner repeated again and put back the soft coat Wilbert had brought.

Ha, Ochonner misses that woman's voice. Especially when listening to his enthusiasm.

"Lovely .. will we be able to meet again?"