The Missed Whore (Emperor Transmigration )
It's as Dreadful as in a Funeral.

Prince Jagger wanted to catch up but his body was only wrapped in a thin blanket, "Pursue your Madam!" he growled loudly.

Zarema ran first, but she did not dare to stop the Madam and just followed behind.

Eleena ran erratically, finally her steps stopped because her breathing felt tight. "Arghhhhttt! I want to get out of here! give me back to my world!"

Eleena flailed her aching chest, crying with her pills. His head was spinning his blurred vision of his limpid body.

Prince Jagger arrives just in time to catch Eleena's unconscious body.

"Sorry, honey.sorry.." Clear liquid came out of the Prince's eyes, for the first time he cried even when hypnotized and harassed his enemy he survived with all his might to survive his ji jiknya taste to himself and never cried for his life. "Sorry..."

Two days after the incident, Eleena locked herself in a room. Even punishing himself by not eating, feeling resentful of himself being a murderer.

"Madam, the little prince kept crying. Prince Axlone misses you so much." Zarema continued to try to persuade, especially Prince Jagger did not want to eat like the Madam.

"My hands kill people, I don't want my sin to stick to my son. Go, I want to be alone."

Zarema let out a long sigh and then left from inside the room.

The situation in Prince Jagger's room was the same, he was just busy painting without eating and resting for 2 days.

Zarema walked in with her head down because she had failed, the Prince could already guess if Eleena would definitely refuse again. The prince did not speak and refocused on the painting.

"Look Santos, what's on Eleena's right temple is a mole. Right?" The prince kept sweeping his brush at the painting.

"Aragh!" the ink droplets stained the cheeks in Eleena's drawings. "Arghttt!" Jagger tore the painting and threw it.

"You saw Santos! Even the painting of Eleena I smudged like her trust in me that I betrayed! I'm a useless man! men flicking jikkan!!! Eleena doesn't even want to forgive me!"

"Prince..." Santos can't do much, it's a matter of feeling that only two people should be involved.

Zack reports with enthusiasm, he just returned from another city to pick up Renerr and Andromeda since 4 days ago.

Silent! There is no lawfulness.

Zack felt astonished that the Prince who would usually have a bright face was now even silent and grim-faced.

"I'm going to see Renerr and Andromeda, they must be tired after months of just returning. Everyone out, leave the Prince alone." Santos moved quickly knowing the mood of the Prince.

Zack turned to his twin Zarema, but her sister just shook her head.

After being left alone, Jagger walked to the window looking at the white clouds rolling gently over the sky. It was a bright day, but his heart was so sick.

"I don't want that map anymore, I just want you to forgive me... Eleena. I also know that you are not the real you, whether you come from the sky, I don't care because you are you. I love you so much..."

Santos came back in, he saw the lonely back of his Master, actually he had an idea that Lady Eleena could get excited again. Now, it seems like he should be putting it out.

"Prince, may I give you the idea that Lady Eleena is not sad anymore" Santos said carefully.

"Hm." The prince only muttered there was no desire to answer.

" You also know, Madam is always excited when it comes to gun repair shops. Moreover, steel has come again, what if we tell Axton and Uncle Patric to make a new sprint? Isn't it any time soon King's birthday, maybe Madam wants to make a gift for the King like a gift for you when married to Lady-"

Santos' words came to a halt as the Prince's red eyes stared at him sharply. You useless mouth! Why bring the Prince's wedding with Lady Dayana?!

"Just do it, but don't let Eleena be forced. Let him choose himself, want to make a weapon or not. Understood!"

"Okay, Prince."

Santos came out quickly running to the armoury, wanting to quickly mend the relationship between the Prince and the Madam so that every day the atmosphere inside the Palace was not as bleak as it was at the funeral.