The Second Life's

LXVI - Start to Haunt

Hendery is standing in front of me. I think he's looking at each other right now with Idris. The atmosphere inside this already chaotic indoor park, is heating up even more. Rose Hindley was still standing behind Idris with a super annoying taunting look that she could show.

Maybe he was afraid that if I grabbed his long hair it was upset. Who knows, maybe he thinks like that in his brain that is never used to think clearly.

“What are you doing?” ask Idris. “Don't interrupt my conversation with my Wife!”

“Your Honorable Imperial Majesty, sorry to interrupt you,” said Hendery. “Was it appropriate, if the Emperor did this harshly to the Queen of your own territory without hearing a single explanation from her?”

Hoo.

Idris frowned and turned towards the broken window. His face stiffened, and he immediately looked at me guiltily. I hid my reddened hands from her own actions. I don't want to be pitied by him.

“My wife ..., what happened?” asked Idris who was intending to approach me but was blocked by Hendery and pulled by Rose Hindley.

“How can you believe the words of both of them?!” snapped Rose Hindley. “It could be those who caused this mess because of fighting due to their forbidden romance. You don't know what the Queen is.”

Dewi .., I want to feel like I'm swearing in front of Rose Hindley and Idris.

Before Idris could speak, Hendery had already given him a mysterious arrow that carried a letter about Isla. I just hope that Hendery doesn't mention anything about the letter.

Well, although I'm also sure that Idris must know that Isla is my servant, it will still be strange. And although Isla kept her mouth shut about me and our grand plans, Idris knew first that I and Isla had a relationship as master and servant.

Surprisingly, Idris did not mention anything about Isla's absence beside me. He had absolutely no interest in asking and was busy playing with fire with Rose Hindley.

“What is this?” idris asked, she frowned while looking at the arrow she was now holding in her right hand.

It was clearly an arrow, still being asked.

“Queen almost got hurt because of that arrow.” Not so either. “If it is too late, maybe the Queen's safety will be threatened,” said Hendery.

“Jack!” scream Idris.

The summoned one poked out from the doorway. He looked at Idris while fixing the position of his glasses, then then looked down respectfully.

Idris thrusts Jack's arrow. “Investigate the origin of this arrow secretly. Don't make the slightest attention. I do not want if the mourning period in this palace becomes disturbed.”

“Good, His Majesty the Emperor.” As soon as he said that, Jack left the indoor garden to carry out Idris' orders.

“My wife, come here. I'm guilty of you,” said Idris. I stood behind Hendery. Reluctant to approach Idris and receive a hug from him.

“Idris ..., let's go,” invite Rose. Idris' arm was already flanked by Rose's hand.

“Go, Idris. Your j*lang woman can't stand being alone with you.” I can't believe I finally said that.

Not the reaction of the two of them. Idris looked at me without saying anything, and Rose had even taken a swing, wanting to lung at me and implant her claws into my face. I saw Hendery's body trembling. He must have been holding back the laughter.

I'm tired of being sweet to people who don't deserve such special treatment. I'm tired of all these troublesome things. I want to be happy, just like any other woman out there. I hate being restrained.

“True. Is my speech less clear in your ears?” I looked at him with a defiant attitude. “I think Miss Hindley's shamed veins have been broken up since birth. How can Miss Hindley behave like my husband's legitimate wife? Is that a normal thing these days?”

“Br*jerk ..,” umpat Rose.

“Charlotte, I'm sorry for thinking so badly about you and even hurting you. But, I also don't like it if you're acting this rudely to Rose.”

“Ha .. hahaha!” laughter ruptured. I laughed as hard as I could because Idris had just said that. It felt like my ears were amused and my brain was spinning faster. Idris' words kept getting into my brain and repeated over and over again like a comedy. “Hahaha!”

Hendery looked back and looked at me in silence. “Queen ..”

“Argh, I can go crazy!” I shouted spontaneously.

Simultaneously, Jack with his pale face reentered the indoor garden. Hearing him speak, my anger evaporated in an instant. The news made me think twice about being relaxed from now on.

Idris' mother committed suicide by jumping from the third floor of her room.

Idris said nothing, he ran to where his mother fell. I followed him from behind along with Hendery. The Imperial Doctor had come there to help Idris' mother, but it was too late.

The XIX queen landed with her head. For that, there was no chance for him to survive. Idris screamed and cried. He hugged his mother without caring that her mother's blood was stuck to her clothes and body. There is regret there. There is also anger that does not escape him.

With the crowd surrounding the Queen's body and Idris, I can see it. Someone who wears a black hood, but still looks like her hair. Redder. I searched for Rose's presence, and she was in the palace doorway. Watching from a distance. So .., the one wearing the hood is ... Concubine Sienna?

The deg!

Ah, true. Therehewas. The moment he disappeared, I could feel a glimmer of dark magic that he used to escape. The Queen did not commit suicide, but was most likely killed by Consort Sienna.

In the past, Queen XIX was poisoned by her own servants. However, it could also be a complaint from Consort Sienna.

Not yet subsided the sorrow that was in the palace due to the death of Emperor XIX, now the wife followed her husband to rest. Losing his father did not make Idris worried or agitated. However, at the death of his mother, he became more silent and reluctant to leave his mother.

Rose was next to her, and I went back to take care of all of Queen XIX's funeral files.

After the arrow incident in the indoor garden, I immediately raised Hendery as my personal knight without a big celebration. Now, he can be freer around me.

And as for my father, he will come at the funeral of Queen XIX. Father had come to the Emperor's funeral, but we didn't have time to talk because of my busyness. I longed to talk casually with her while being accompanied by a cup of jasmine tea.

“Is the Queen ready?” asked Hendery who was standing in the doorway.

I just nodded. “Good, let's go to the cemetery.”