I’m Not Even Married, What Divorce, Your Majesty?

LET’S GO TO THE CAPITAL (1)

“Phew. That was a close call.”

The blond knight, who was running as fast as a gust of wind, said while collecting his breath.

“Still, more than I thought … I’m glad it seemed to be well received.”

The fifty years old minister, who had conveyed the Imperial Order, glanced at the knight and smiled mischievously.

“Sir Ryan … it’s not that we didn’t see the Lady earlier. Will His Majesty believe it if you spoke so insincerely?”

“Haha. Was it that awkward?”

The blond knight slowed down his horse by squeezing the reins slightly.

“Then, what do we do about this … His Majesty has been feeling dizzy lately, we’d better let him know that it’s over smoothly, so he would feel better.”

Another knight, who was riding next to Ryan, rolled his eyes as if it was absurd.

“No. Since when did Sir understand His Majesty’s heart?”

“Since the last meeting. You know that. Don’t you remember that we almost died together?”

“Ahem.”

The fifty-years-old minister straightened his posture and coughed at the words of the knights, perhaps embarrassed.

“While on the subject … did you see something in the Viscount’s house earlier?”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re delayed on the second floor longer than I thought.”

“Ah, well, I saw something quite interesting.”

The eyes of the accompanying knights were soon dyed with curiosity. The blond knight smiled cheerfully and stroked his horse’s neck.

“Come on, let’s go to the palace. I’ll tell you when we get back.”

A breeze of dust blew behind the Imperial Knights who left the Schumarin Territory.

The knight, Ryan, looked back for a moment, then took a short breath and followed the group on horseback.

***

Luscious red hair that came down to her waist fluttered here and there in the wind blowing through the window.

With flawless fair skin, a straight nose, and small lips that were beautifully placed below it, her fingers moved slowly as if tracing the constellations in the night sky.

This lovely lady with her sparkling eyes, a pair of eyes so bright as if she had put a single ray of the dazzling sun in it, wide open is….

The Majestic Empress of the Great Perza, the only empire in the Asha continent … Her Majesty (previously).

The dark blue ribbon wrapped around the finely crafted citrine beneath the straight clavicle made the light yellow dress tailored to match the color of her eyes stands out even more.

How about the abundant white laces that goes down around the narrow waist?

The girl’s slender ankles were swaying as if they were about to touch in line with her rhytm.

Klisha, who is the first unmarried Empress in history and has won the title of an unlucky divorcee, looked out the window blankly while holding her small round chin.

A little bird that made eye contact with Klisha tilted its head and soon spread its wings and moved to another tree in the yard.

‘You’re lucky. If you want to go, you go. If you want to fly, you fly.’

It’s been a week since she has been distracted by the sad news that flew from the capital.

She calmly reflected on the cause and effect of the incident, but no matter how much she think about it, she didn’t do anything wrong. She’s like a shrimp in whales fight … no, the situation is like a pear drops as soon as a crow flies from the tree … don’t you think so?

She doesn’t even have enough stamp for a divorcee, but she’s going to exiled to an island village?!

Every time Klisha tried to have a fit, her old father turned around and swallowed a sigh, and the nanny who fed, clothed, and raised her, only rubbed her red eyes and smiled softly.

Time passed without her being able to do this or that.

Not only the butler, but also the servants kept looking at each other and shook their heads. Even in the quietness of the garden, there was only one indifferent bird sitting by the window, occasionally picking its tail.

‘No, what the … why?’

It’s nearly a decade since the end of the territorial war that infested half of the continent ended. The atmosphere in the house, which had been peaceful for a while, has completely changed.

Once again, her anger rose.

Klisha Mezzerine. The young miss in the age of twenty-one years old.

Except for an eventful childhood, she was not very wealthy, but she grew up not in need.

His father, Isaac Mezzerine, was a middle-class aristocrat with a title of Viscount, and he was always respected by the people of the territory for his gentle personality and frugal life.

Isaac was famous in the area for raising his only daughter on his own after the death of his wife, and he actually raised her on his back in reality.

Isaac Mezzerine, a poor knight, was awarded the title of Viscount because he gained fame as the ‘Red Lion of Schumarin’ when he restored the northern border at the end of the territorial war. It was a famous story that the Viscount took his young daughter to the battlefield at the time.

Klisha, who grew up on the battlefield from the time she took off her baby steps to the age of 10, received the love and attention of the aunts and uncles whose connection through the dark years is thicker than blood.

When she followed the source of all kinds of ‘tricks‘ that she had learned from her childhood, all of them were half-forcefully learned from her self-proclaimed ‘relatives‘.

After the war.

When Isaac took some part of the land in his hometown, Schumarin, as his territory and settled there, he wondered if he would lead a peaceful life.

The news of the young miss’ sudden exile brought back the heavy tension on the mansion.

It’s tthe exile of the sole heir of the Viscount, after all. It’s the same as the exile of the entire viscounty.

Although he was a Viscount who intentionally distanced himself from central politics, he might have been swept away by a new power struggle that he did not know.

Some of the vassals, who had no idea why this happened suddenly after nothing had happened, began to get agitated.

The specific reason was unknown, but the people of the territory, who was sensitive to this atmosphere, also lamented about the misfortune that had happened to the young master of Schumarin.

‘No. 10 years is too much. I have a dream too.’

Klisha couldn’t accept the situation itself.

She wants to meet a cool man who is handsome, has a good body, and if possible has dark hair and red eyes, and have a sweet romantic relationship. If it goes well again, they’ll get married. Huh? she also has to eat delicious food and travel.

Apart from the divorce, she had already spent ten years on the battlefield. Now, there will be another ten years of exile.

What does her life mean? She doesn’t think she can do it either, it just blows away.

‘I have to find a solution somehow. Hmm. Uugh.’

Looking at the back of Klisha, who was grabbing and tearing her hair in both hands without knowing that her finely combed hair had been loosened, Nanny Alice let out a sigh.

Alice first met Klisha when the hero of the war, Isaac, had just taken over the estate.

When she saw an announcement that he was looking for a resident tutor who could teach ‘culture and etiquette’ to his aristocrat child, she went to see them. That’s when she first met a small child who was holding onto the hem of the Viscount’s trousers.

She was surprised to find out that the child who looked like someone at the age of six or seven was actually a ten years old.

She was twice astonished to find out that the wary, chunky-haired kid was a girl.

In light of her experience, Alice, who realized at the moment that educating her would be difficult, even if it’s just daily etiquette, politely expressed her gratitude and turned around, but a small hand grabbed Alice’s skirt and the hand’s owner smiled shyly.

“Am I going to have a mother now?”

Everyone left their seats in bewilderment, but the child’s dark almond eyes remained in her mind throughout the return trip.

Eventually, Alice went to see the Viscount the next morning. She said to the puzzled Viscount, ‘The young Miss needs a nanny, not a teacher‘ and she added that she will her nanny for a while and take care of the little girl.

Just in time, the Viscount, who was looking at his daughter, the little girl who had attached cookie crumbs all over the place and smiled bashfully, allowed it without saying anything.

In his view, the immediate courtesy wasn’t a problem for his daughter who grew up on the battlefield.

She has been with the young Miss for nearly a decade.

Alice has reached a level where she can guess what Klisha is thinking just by looking at the back of her head. It was not a short period of time, and it was an internal skill accumulated by handling all kinds of accidents caused by this young miss.

Oddly enough, the victims in many cases did not resent Klisha. In some cases, they even covered her misbehaviors.

There were times when she seriously wondered if it was because the young miss had an unknown power, whether it was charm or magical power.

Later, she found out that it was the result of a “physical force” that could not be said to others.

Anyway, with the efforts of Alice and the people of viscounty, grinding their bones and flesh, this is the plodding little child who grew up on the battlefield!

‘The packaging is fine!’

‘If you glance at her with your eyes open for a moment, she looks like an aristocratic young Miss!’

‘I raised her well!’

She didn’t have anything to say when she asked if it was that much. What can’t be helped is … it can’t be helped.

Alice reached out her hand and stroked Klisha’s hair.

“Miss … there is nothing that can be solved just by sitting down and thinking about it.”

Klisha turned her head to meet her eyes.

….warm, straight eyes.

Nanny Alice smiled mildly and alluded to a rhyme.

“One breath at a time….”

Klisha took her words.

“Two wrinkles on the forehead.”

Alice raised her hand and gently pressed down on Klisha’s round and fair forehead.

“If you feel frustrated, ask for an answer. Get a proper apology from the person in charge. No one can force a one-sided sacrifice on the young miss.”

“Still, Father….”

“Everyone has their own position. The Viscount is a soldier. He is a man whose job is to risk his life for the Emperor.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“However, the young Miss is not. The young Miss is nothing more than an aristocratic young girl. There is no reason for the young Miss to protect the Viscount’s chivalry.”

Klisha’s expression soon brightened.

“As expected … my nanny.”

Klisha said as she ran her hands through her dishelved hair.

“I’m glad Nanny is my nanny. Great. I made up my mind. I will go to the temple. If it doesn’t work, I’ll see His Majesty and make suggestions. Won’t he spare me from exile?”

Klisha stood up from her seat as if she was about to run away.

“Please keep it a secret from the Viscount. Perhaps … he will be against it.”

“My father is stubborn.”

“It must have been because it’s an order from the Emperor. Now, the Viscount is preparing for moving, he’s looking for a mansion in Rakai Island….”

“Ah. He’s really….”

“Do not worry. If neither of these work, then I just need to run away with the young Miss and we can live for a thousand years together.”

“……that’s a little…….”

Alice held out a small bag that she had hidden behind her back.

“I put it in moderation. Please go and come back safely.”

You need to see the world.

The nanny, who was worried that the precious child who had grown up like a midsummer plant would leave her for eternity if she uttered the rest of the words, replaced the goodbye with a gentle smile.

My precious girl.

Come and see the world.

Translator’s Corner:

 A PEAR DROPS AS SOON AS A CROW FLIES FROM THE TREE (까마귀 날자 배 떨어진다):
For two things to accidentally occur at the same time, making someone totally irrelevant to be unfairly suspected of being involved in something.