The Stand-In Empress’S Wedding Night [EN]: Chapter 132

132. The Sin of Taking the Wrong Path

2022.04.09.

“That’s not true. He’s been drinking the healing potion and is almost recovered.”

Raphael glanced at the magician Vic, who was hanging his head low, and said to Bellos.

“This is *after* drinking the healing potion?”

Then he must have looked even worse before drinking it.

Bellos glared at Raphael, demanding an explanation, and the silent magician Vic quietly spoke.

“I made a slight mistake…….”

“What great wrong did you commit that His Majesty ‘bloomed’ a bruise flower in your eye, on top of your already wronged face?” Bellos asked, openly expressing his distaste for Linelle’s violence.

“I thought he was a merciful person, but it turns out…….”

A trash with bad hands.

Bellos omitted the rest of the words, cursing the Emperor’s ruthlessness in his mind.

He reaffirmed his resolve to quickly take his mate away from that cruel bastard.

“Are you going to tell me yourself? Or should I?” Raphael asked Vic.

“I, I will speak.”

The magician Vic began to reveal the truth.

Vic started by admitting that he had mixed contraceptives into the magic potion Zelda was taking, on Prince Tesler’s orders.

When Bellos first heard that, he initially thought it was a good thing.

He would never want his mate to have the government’s child.

But Bellos’s eyes turned cold at the words that followed.

“Is it true? That drug… wasn’t a common contraceptive?”

“Yes, Master… I told His Majesty, but Prince Tesler said he wouldn’t use half of the magic potion, so I just assumed it was fine. I didn’t even know that the person who would give that potion was Her Majesty the Empress… Ack!”

Bellos punched Vic in the face.

It was the same spot Linelle had hit.

The magician Vic fell backward, groaning.

The pain doubled because he was hit in the same spot again.

Bellos ruthlessly trampled on his last disciple, whom he had met after a long time.

“Enough. His Majesty already beat him pretty badly, so if you keep going, you might actually break something,” Raphael said, watching Bellos’s angry kick and casually stopping him.

But Bellos’s anger did not subside easily.

“You bastard, don’t go around saying you’re my disciple! To think I taught you purification magic!”

The magician Vic couldn’t understand why Bellos was so angry, even as he was being beaten by his master.

The Emperor was naturally angry because it was his wife’s business, but why was his master, whom he had met after so long, so enraged?

“Plea, please forgive me, Master!”

The magician Vic begged Bellos with his hands and feet.

“You stupid bastard. Do you know who you dared to do that to? What? A drug that prevents pregnancy?”

“M, Master, please not there, Ugh!”

As Bellos tried to kick Vic in the groin, Vic desperately blocked it with both hands.

At that moment, Stian came down to the basement and whispered something to Raphael.

Raphael made a troubled expression and approached Bellos.

“Master Magician Tower Lord, it seems that there was some mistake in the items to be taken to the hunting competition, so I think I should go up first to check. Would you like to come up with me now? Or would you like to step on the magician Vic a little more?”

“I’ll step on him a little more and then go up.”

“Yes, please do so. Then, Chief Secretary Stian will take you to the VIP room instead of me after a while.”

“It seems like the talk with my old disciple will be long, so have the Chief Secretary go up with the secretary. I know the way up, so don’t worry,” Bellos said to Raphael, looking down at the magician Vic, who had fallen to the floor.

Raphael and Stian exchanged glances and explained the way out to Bellos again.

“I will go to the VIP room where you are staying in three hours to receive the key.”

Raphael handed Bellos the key to the VIP room.

“Alright.”

“Then I will go up first.”

As Raphael and Stian left the underground space, Bellos sat the magician Vic, who had fallen to the floor, back in the chair.

The groaning of the magician Vic, who had been saying, ‘Oh, I’m dying,’ just a moment ago, disappeared, and only the sound of panting was heard.

“Sit properly. I have something to ask you about your mate… no, Her Majesty the Empress’s condition.”

Bellos tapped the magician Vic’s arm, and his heavy body fell forward again.

“……He fainted.”

It seemed that the conversation with his disciple, whom he had met after 25 years, would have to be postponed until tomorrow.

***

After meeting the Magician Tower Lord with Linelle and returning, I arrived at the hallway on the office floor.

“Go on, you’re busy. I’m sorry I took up too much of your time,” I said, waving my hand at him.

“Don’t say you’re sorry, say thank you. That sounds better.”

“Being thankful is a given.”

“Empress, stop by the office for a moment.”

He said, holding my hand that was waving.

“Why? Do you have something to say?”

“I think we need to have a conversation.”

He glanced at the servants behind us and said in a solemn tone.

“Yes…… I will.”

While walking to the office with him, I racked my brain, trying to recall the conversation from the Magician Tower Lord’s room to see if I had made any mistakes.

We mainly talked about my complete cure, and there wasn’t really anything else to discuss with him.

Then what’s wrong?

I tried to gauge his mood as I matched Linelle’s increasingly fast pace, but I couldn’t figure it out at all.

As I entered the office and walked to the sofa, he stopped me.

“Not there. This way.”

He gestured towards the lounge door.

What kind of conversation requires going into the lounge?

There’s only the two of us in the office anyway.

He had already opened the lounge door and gone inside.

As I followed him in, Linelle was sitting on the desk, waiting for me.

“Is it important? Oh my!”

As soon as I stood in front of Linelle, he turned around and quickly sat me on the desk.

“Let’s just have a conversation for a moment.”

Linelle buried his face in my neck and kissed along my collarbone.

***

Bellos threw the fainted Vic on the bed and walked along the underground corridor.

“What, there weren’t one but two passages?”

There was one more passage in the underground corridor that he hadn’t seen when he first came down here.

“Ah, so that’s why the secretary’s explanation was so long.”

Bellos was so angry at the magician Vic that he hadn’t paid attention to Raphael’s words about the passage.

He thought, *why was he talking so long when there was only one entrance anyway?*

To think there would be two arched entrances side by side on one wall.

After a moment of hesitation, Bellos chose the first entrance.

But as he went up the stairs, he realized that it wasn’t the same way he had come down.

Just as he was about to go back down, he looked up and saw the end of the stairs.

“It seems like it’s a different floor.”

Judging by the height he had climbed, it was about the height of the second floor.

Bellos thought that he should go out there since he had come all the way up here.

He was curious about where that entrance led.

Moreover, light was leaking from one side of the gray wall where the stairs ended, and he could even hear a familiar voice.

“Oh, come on, why are you doing this? You seem to become strange whenever you come into the lounge.”

It was the voice of his mate, Zelda, who seemed to be in great distress.

Bellos’s pace quickened as he climbed the stairs.

***

“Linelle, just a moment…….”

I couldn’t stand the tickling and twisted my body to the side.

“Yeah, strangely, whenever I come into the lounge with the Empress, I strangely want to have a conversation.”

“This isn’t a conversation.”

“Why not? A conversation of bodies is also a valid conversation.”

Because his lips were locked together and he immediately started a ‘conversation of bodies,’ I couldn’t refute his words.

There was no reason to refute it anyway.

But I smiled, picking a fight for no reason.

“I don’t think the previous emperors made a lounge in the office for *this* reason?”

“They made it for this reason.”

“No way. If it’s a lounge, you should rest while working. Why do you keep…….”

“I told you. Being like this with you *is* resting.”

Linelle whispered, pulling the hem of my dress up to my knees.

Looking into his moist eyes, overflowing with desire, I couldn’t refuse his approaching lips.

The conversation that the touch of our lips shared was very intense.

Without realizing it, my arms pulled his waist tightly.

“Zelda, I was so excited that I almost forgot… where to start taking off your clothes.”

I was deeply immersed in his blue eyes, overflowing with desire.

“Start with this.”

I gestured to his jacket, and he hurriedly threw it off, saying, ‘Yes, that’s right, that’s what I was thinking.’

At that sight, my lips became even more urgent and showered him with kisses.

Then the power of reason rushed in again, and I pushed his lips away.

“It’s better to stop here. What if someone comes in?”

I grabbed his hand, which was already over the buckle of his pants, and stopped his movement.

“What crazy bastard would come in without the Emperor’s permission?”

Linelle said it was okay and tried to move his hands again, but I stopped him again.

“Still, there might be such a crazy bastard… Oh my gosh, there he is! Surprise!”

I was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared from behind the tapestry behind the bookshelf and clung to Linelle, who was standing in front of me.

Even if there were no crazy bastards coming in without permission, there was a ghost who suddenly popped out of the wall.

Linelle also turned around and was shocked.

“Wh, what!”

“I, I took the wrong path…….”

It wasn’t a ghost that had been revealed after removing the tapestry, but the Magician Tower Lord.

*Is he a magician, so he just passes through walls?*

No, even so, is it okay to stay in another country’s palace without manners and pass through any wall like this?

But the most embarrassed person in this situation was the Magician Tower Lord.

The Magician Tower Lord’s expression was beyond embarrassment; it was shock.

“Magician Tower Lord, choose. Whether to go back down the way you came and return to the other entrance, or go out through that lounge door.”

“I will go out that way,” the Magician Tower Lord answered immediately at Linelle’s suggestion.

“I can’t escort you because of this situation, so please take care of yourself.”

*Ah, I’m still clinging, damn it.*

Linelle supported my buttocks, which were clinging to him like a sloth, and asked for the Magician Tower Lord’s understanding.

“……Excuse me.”

The Magician Tower Lord looked up and down at me and Linelle with a voice that sounded like he was about to cry, and then kicked open the lounge door and left.

As soon as the Magician Tower Lord left the lounge, a hollow laugh escaped me.

*No, why there?*

*How did he come out from there?*

I stared intently at the tapestry where the Magician Tower Lord had appeared, with my eyes wide open.

“That bastard Raphael, he must have gone out yesterday without closing it properly.”

Linelle walked towards the tapestry behind the bookshelf with me in his arms.

He put his hand behind the tapestry with the North Mountain Range drawn on it and pressed something, and there was a sound of the wall closing.

“What’s behind this wall?!”

I asked, dropping from his body and lifting the tapestry.

To the eye, it was just an ordinary wall.

“A passage to the main palace’s basement.”

Basement?

“But why did the Magician Tower Lord come out here?”

“I took the magician Vic to the underground space. It seems like he came up from there, but he seems to have confused the passage.”

“Are there more passages to the basement besides this one?”

“There’s one more. The room at the end of the VIP room floor hallway. Raphael took the Magician Tower Lord there earlier.”

“Ah…… But why did he come up this way when he came up? Looking at his expression, he didn’t even know where this was.”

“I don’t know. What was Raphael doing, and the Magician Tower Lord came up alone?”

He chuckled and leaned against the bookshelf, stroking my cheek.

“Did you go down to the basement yesterday?”

I asked, fiddling with the wall behind the tapestry.

“Yeah, I went to see the magician Vic, that guy, for a while. It seems like Raphael forgot to close the passage. Thanks to that, the Magician Tower Lord found out how good our relationship is.”

“Haa, what a disgrace…….”

I glanced at the lounge door and punched Linelle’s chest with my fist.

“It hurts. Hit me gently.”

He laughed and complained of pain.

“You’re not going to spread rumors, are you?”

“There’s no one here who knows about it. He’ll probably just tell his disciple if he says anything.”

Linelle shrugged his shoulders, not caring at all.

“How am I going to face the Magician Tower Lord in the future? We’ll be together throughout the hunting period.”

“Did we commit a crime? We’re a couple.”

“Still.”

“It’s his fault for taking the wrong path. And what’s embarrassing when we were all dressed like this?”

“The posture was embarrassing.”

“Ah, right. It probably looked a bit strange to be clinging like that? I thought you were a magnet.”

Linelle burst into laughter and spread his arms again, telling me to cling to him again.

“Come on, Linelle, try it, see how hard it is to cling.”

I said, spreading my arms to him as well.

In fact, even if he really clung to me, I was confident that I could easily support his buttocks with both hands.

“Don’t mess with me.”

Linelle flicked my cheek with his index finger, put me over one shoulder, and walked to the desk.