Chapter 97

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Jaxor’s funeral was held in secret and simple. The people were very saddened by the sudden death of the revolutionary hero.

The fact that Jaxor was locked up in a dungeon and that at dawn Kwanach buried Jaxor directly by his hands was confidential.

Naturally, rumors of Jaxor’s death were secretly circulated. There were quite a few people who had seen it, so it was not possible to prevent rumors spreading in the imperial palace.

However, the emperor concluded that Jaxor’s death was a soldier. There were not many people who dared to protest the emperor’s opinion. So Jaxor was able to protect his honor, at least externally.

Jaxor’s twin brother Roman was in a different situation.

Roman was the mastermind of the sclerosis experiment, and the leader of the rebellion. He was hanged in the square.

The people clearly remembered the Pernen dynasty, where the mad king exploited their lives. Silver-haired and purple-eyed, the apparent descendant of Pernen royal family.

The last remaining blood of Pernen stood before the people, completely unconscious.

“Hypocrite!”

“The Dirty House of Pernen!”

Roman didn’t even hear the criticism of the crowd in the square. While in the dungeon, his mind was crushed into a complete mess.

A dark, humid, narrow prison.

It was a space where he had no choice but to recall the place where he spent his childhood under various experiments. The memories of childhood, which had been buried tightly, covered the weakened inner side.

All the plans he had dreamed of were broken, his tongue cut off, and he was imprisoned with a shabby appearance.

Instead of accepting defeat, Roman chose to flee reality. He locked himself in his old memory and let go of his mind.

Roman spent the entire time in prison cowering and crying like a child. Sometimes he let out a vague groan to let him go.

In the first place, Roman’s inner self did not grow much since his childhood. Even after he escaped from the palace with incredible power, he always lived on it, remembering his origins.

This was because there was a lack of strength to bury the past and move on. He had committed more cruel acts on the outside to hide his own dirty and weak mind.

Unlike Jaxor who embraced sin and chose to die an honorable death, Roman had to face a shabby end in the eyes of those who hated him.

“Execute the prisoner.”

The voice of the executioner rang out, but Roman just stared blankly into the air. He was empty inside.

“You murderer!”

Those who lost their families to the sclerosis spread by Roman threw stones with a cry of anger.

Puck! A stone hit Roman on the forehead. Blood flowed from his skin, but Roman knew neither pain nor shame. There was no focus on his pupils.

“What would have happened if the Empress hadn’t stopped him…….”

Then, the word empress came into his foggy head.

Roman, who was hanging helplessly, wiggled for a moment. Suddenly the image of Usphere appeared in his hazy consciousness.

The last battle on the border.

He never thought she’d be the last person to stop him.

Roman, who had lost his energy and lost his mind, didn’t even have the strength to be angry. With a rope hanging around his neck, he could only think of his last enemy at the end of his life.

Usphere’s white blonde hair in a bun and light green eyes. Even with such a thin, soft body, somehow she looked strong and huge.

Hard eyes, like nothing could harm her.

Even as he poured out several attacks on Usphere, his inner feelings were already foreboding. That he was going to lose to that little girl for some reason.

A woman who seemed to have been conceived in the light. A woman blessed by God.

“Oh…….”

The moment Roman lamented, vaguely feeling the emotions of the time when he was overpowered by Usphere.

The scaffold that was supporting him fell. The rope tightened Roman’s throat.

So he who was born of death returned to death.

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Before and after Jaxor’s funeral and Roman’s execution, the palace was in a state of disorder throughout.

According to the information given by Jaxor, Roman and Diaquit’s people, who had infiltrated the palace, were removed one by one. Baron Edwin, who first approached Marianne, was no exception.

Each was given a different punishment depending on the crime they committed. Baron Edwin was deprived of his title, and he was never allowed to enter the capital.

It was the process of reorganizing the empire from within a few years of its establishment and suffering. This will make the country stronger again.

In addition, in the midst of various disturbances related to the preparation for the wedding of the emperor and the empress, Usphere participated in political affairs.

Achaia, a small country in the far north, was also in formidable labor.

The kingdom of Achaia was thrown into turmoil by the atrocities of Diaquit, the eldest son who was trusted and followed by many people. Jenner replaced his sick father in regency, but he was still too young.

Still, Jenner managed. He was a man of character who listened to the words of his ministers of state and his father.

The ministers also knew that in order to revive the honor of the fallen kingdom, they had to unite around Jenner.

By the time the Achaia kingdom was getting better little by little, Diaquit’s condition only got worse and worse.

The decisive blow was to attempt suicide in the carriage returning to the kingdom. Even the suicide attempt failed due to lack of strength, but because of that, his energy declined further.

Arriving at the royal palace, Diaquit suffered more severe pain than before. The North was still in the middle of a bitter winter. The biting wind penetrated every inch of his body, and his vitality weakened.

And then one day, a quiet dawn.

With no one by his side, Diaquit ended his life alone on his sick bed.

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The news of Diaquit’s death flew through the Radonia Mountains and reached the Imperial Palace quickly.

My mood sank for a while as I read the urgent news. It was probably Diaquit’s most unwanted method of death. I hated Diakito, but I could not simply rejoice at the news of his obituary.

I decided not to attend Diaquit’s funeral. My father also wrote to me that there was no need for me to come.

It would be funny to go to the funeral and pay tribute to the man who tried to kill me. I didn’t even feel like it.

Diaquit had been stripped of all his titles, so the funeral was to be a simple affair, not a state funeral.

In fact, it did not really matter how Diaquit ended up. I was more concerned about my father and Jenner.

Would that young Jenner be able to endure it all?

As soon as I heard the news, the first thought that came to mind was Jenner. It seemed that once the funeral was over and the kingdom was somewhat reorganized, I would have to go see my family.

The Radon Empire was hectic and busy at the moment.

I waited for Kwanach to join me for dinner as usual. Then the servant delivered the words with a look of helplessness.

“His Majesty is a little late because the meeting is prolonged. He told Your Majesty not to worry about it and eat first.”

“It’s all right. I’ll wait.”

Perhaps Kwanach’s nerves were on edge with annoyance. He was a man who valued a meal with me more than anyone else.

The empire was so busy that he could not keep time for meals properly. Kwanach was even preparing for the wedding by himself, strengthening the discipline of the palace.

I had no time to care for the wedding; I was preoccupied for several days. I was about to accept a position that I had not anticipated.

‘He asked me to take control of the Department of Health officials…….’

Radon’s administrative bureaucrats had passed a rigorous examination. Under the administrative bureau, various departments were divided according to their duties.

As an example, Oslin was a first-level bureaucrat in the Ministry of the Interior. He was in charge of the Ministry of the Interior, under whose gippen substantial state financial plans were decided.

The Department of Relief and Assistance was a division of the administrative bureau that helped the people in various ways and looked after their welfare. In addition to this, public health was also handled here. It was a fairly large department and its work was that diverse.

This time, sclerosis became known to the public, and personnel dedicated to sclerosis were urgently constituted in the Department of Relief and Assistance. Since I had a great deal of relevant knowledge, I participated in some of their meetings as a special advisor.

Along with that, I also submitted some small opinions regarding the welfare of the people, which were adopted to the liking of the bureaucrats.

Just in time, a first-degree official, who was the head of the old ministry, expressed his intention to resign. He was an elderly nobleman who had worked for a long time from a previous dynasty and it was time for him to retire.

The situation called for a new head of the Department of Relief andAssistance. Surprisingly, however, I was mentioned as the master of the place.

The bureaucrats asked the emperor if I, the empress, could lead the department.

‘………How did it happen?’

I was pleased that they kindly accepted me, but I was puzzled. If I accepted this proposal, it would put me in a similar position to a first class official like Oslin.

In the north, it was against the rules of etiquette for the empress to participate directly in government affairs. I was told that it was not so different during the Fernen dynasty in the south.

But the Radon Empire was a country where everything was new. There were no precedents, and I was the first empress. Naturally, there were no written rules or regulations regarding the participation of the empress in government affairs.

After the request from the Ministry of Relief and Assistance came in, there was a lot of discussion with the high-ranking bureaucrats. I thought the conclusion would be negative, but surprisingly the atmosphere was pleasantly supportive.

Everyone’s reaction was positive, except for Oslin, who vented his exasperation, saying, it’s too bad the Ministry of the Interior can’t have me.

In the end, it was my willingness that mattered. All I had to do was make up my mind whether or not I would accept the position.

‘Can I do it…?’

I had never properly studied administrative work. Having spent my life far removed from the bureaucracy, I doubted that I would be able to pull it off.

While I was lost in thoughts, Kwanach arrived looking as disheveled as if he had run in a hurry.

“I told you to eat first.”

Kwanach frowned as he gazed at the empty table. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, out of breath.

“I wasn’t very hungry. Did you run here?”

“Because you’re waiting for me. …….”

Kwanach muttered, looking secretly embarrassed. In the meantime, perhaps he was hot, he opened the top button on his shirt with a sexy touch.

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