Remarried Empress Chapter 319 - Believe (2)

Chapter 319. Believe (2)

Translator: Aura / Editor: SaWarren

In the end I ca alone to the restaurant Heinley and I had planned to co together. I sat at the sa table as before, ordered the sa dishes from the nu and, as I waited for the food to arrive, pondered Sovieshu’s and the dean’s words.

Sovieshu’s expression turned dark when he ntioned the phenonon of mage decline. The dean emphasized that he was a mage and a citizen of the Eastern Empire, furthermore he spoke of ‘suspicions’.

What ‘suspicions’ exactly? Do they both think that the Western Empire caused the phenonon of mage decline?

Perhaps that is the case.

Otherwise, the dean’s cold attitude and Sovieshu’s sudden seriousness, who had been begging to co back, made no sense.

However, the suspicions were truly absurd. How could the Western Empire do such a thing? What kind of person would Heinley be?

… What kind of person.

I suddenly rembered that I, who didn’t have a bit of mana, was becoming a mage. I also rembered the side effects of the mana bed that Heinley told about.

I felt an inexplicable tightness in my chest. I forced myself to drink so cold water to dispel the doubts.

Although Heinley was quite cunning, he couldn’t be that cruel.

How could he be stealing the mages’ mana? The image of Evely suffering was so vivid in my mind that I couldn’t believe that Heinley was the cause of it. It was nonsense.

Fortunately, the waiter brought the food I had ordered before I gave it any more thought.

But by then I had lost all appetite. The appetite that I hadn’t had for a while. Even though my stomach growled with hunger, I frowned at the re act of putting food in my mouth.

While I was trying to eat against my will, an employee brought today’s newspaper.

“Umm… Lady. Here you go.”

Sitting alone with a frown didn’t seem appropriate.

“Thank you.”

I said with a forced smile and opened the newspaper with one hand. My mind was confused, so I wanted to think about sothing else.

As soon as I opened the newspaper, my attention imdiately focused on Rashta’s na which was in an article.

What is this?

I left the spoon to hold the newspaper properly.

Had a man appeared who claid to be Rashta’s real father?

This was news that had not yet reached the Western Empire.

I had told Countess Jubel that I had sothing to think about, so she sat at a separate table behind . Just now, she leaned back to see if I had also received a newspaper from the employee and whispered,

“Your Majesty, did you see this in the newspaper?”

“I just saw it.”

“Oh my. What’s this all about? I’ll take the newspaper. Is there anything more delicious?”

I read the newspaper carefully. The man who claid to be Rashta’s real father had appeared a few days ago. Of course, Rashta denied it.

I could imagine it. After she made up noble parents to dispel rumors that she had been a slave, she would never accept a common man as her real father. Even if he really was.

However, she seed to have changed her mind in the end. She said that the man who claid to be her real father had raised her as a child for a ti, even though he was not actually her father.

The man also suddenly changed his stance after Rashta made such a statent, he agreed with her words.

The reporter nad Joanson, who wrote the article, questioned this between the lines, ‘how could a person change his side of the story so drastically?’, and subtly raised suspicions that the man had been threatened or received money.

“It’s amazing, it’s amazing. Your Majesty. Did you read this part?”

I nodded as I continued reading the article. Countess Jubel called noisily again.

“That woman must have made this journalist angry. He’s raising suspicions from several angles.”

“Yes.”

The journalist apparently targeted the real father in the article. Is he a swindler?

But the fact that he dared to raise the issue of money and threats indicated that it was actually an article he had written to hurt Rashta.

In any case, it seed that Rashta declared that she would support both the newly appeared man and her real noble parents.

But this journalist attacked Rashta in the last part of the article while pretending to be worried about her.

[The Empress really has a good heart. It is very kind of her to want to support both, but an empress must also have determination. Ordinary people often fall victim to scamrs for being too kind, if the Empress acts the sa way it could harm the whole country. Wouldn’t it be better for Her Majesty to take a test at the temple to find out who her real parents are, and thus support only them?]

“Good heavens! How can it taste so good?!”

I could hear Countess Jubel’s cheerful voice behind . I drank water and folded the newspaper.

Earlier, I was so focused on what happened with Sovieshu and the dean that I didn’t notice the whispers about Rashta. Everyone in the restaurant was talking about her.

From; “There is also the case of the promissory notes, Empress Rashta is a liar,” To; “This journalist always speaks badly of Empress Rashta. His words are not to be trusted.”

‘Wouldn’t she live happily with her daughter? What happened, Rashta?’

***

A few days later I was back in the Western Empire.

Upon arrival I had to calm Heinley, who ca up to like an anxious puppy. Then I told him what happened with Sovieshu and the dean.

“I know you would never do that. There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

“So you didn’t get any help with the mana?”

“No. In fact, I wanted to visit the dean again, but… I didn’t because he was upset.”

I gripped Heinley’s hand tightly, kissed the back of it, and said,

“You wouldn’t hurt other people with such lovely hands.”

“!”

“Heinley. I don’t think you would make other people suffer like Evely suffered.”

“My Queen…”

“I’ll ask Grand Duke Kapn about the mana. The Grand Duke took classes at the academy from start to finish, so he could help .”

I didn’t bother to talk about Rashta. There was no need to.

Heinley hugged tightly without a word.

That night, lying on Heinley’s chest with my eyes closed, all the worries of my trip to Wirwol lted away.

Before I knew it, he had beco a special person to . This prince from a neighboring country, who was both like a huge puppy and a cunning eagle, was now my husband. Just being by his side made feel comforted.

Imrsed in the fragrance of his body, the weariness of the past few days washed over and I fell asleep as I caressed Heinley’s muscles.

When I opened my eyes again, I was puzzled that Heinley was not next to .

I thought maybe he had sothing to do, so I was going back to sleep. However, I suddenly felt very hungry. I wanted to eat the bread that Heinley used to make.

I hadn’t eaten well in days, so I got up and went out to look for Heinley.

He’s not in his room…

So I went to his office. The office door was closed.

At that mont I unconsciously touched the doorknob, thinking about returning to the bedroom. A thin layer of ice ca out of my hand, the knob froze, and after a slight click, the door opened almost noiselessly.

Heavens! Tomorrow I should et with Kapn!

As I stared perplexed at my hand, I heard a soft voice through the slightly open door.

“Send the little crow to check on the situation. If he believes that because of that necklace we could be discovered, he must do whatever it takes to get it back.”