As Medea froze and went pale, Lyle clenched his teeth and looked away. Dion burst into laughter at his reaction.
âLook! Didnât I tell you so? Can you be by the side of an Emperor like this?â
âShut up!â
Lyle charged at him, and he jumped back, evading the attack. Dion chuckled.
âIâll stop here for today and go back. Youâre kinda scary. Even if only the mental body was transferred, it can be cut, so I want⦠⦠. Donât be too hard on this lady.â
Then, Dionâs figure instantly evaporated, leaving only the maid Lina in her place. Lina fell to the floor as if she had been unconscious since the beginning.
âYour Majesty! Your Majesty!â
The voices of the knights came from behind Lyle, who stood tall in front of the fainted maid. Medea peeked at him, unable to meet his gaze.
Lyle was⦠⦠his head was down.
âThe ladies-in-waiting⦠⦠seemed to be under a spell. Strictly protect the Empress.â
After giving instructions, Lyle strode out of the tent. Some knights clamored and chased after the Emperor, while others approached Medea.
âYour Majesty, please come with us,â
politely said one of the knights who approached her. They quickly supported Medea, who staggered for a moment.
âLyle⦠⦠He didnât even make eye contact with me.â
It was natural. The woman he thought was Medea wasnât Medea. Another soul possessed and had entered her body⦠⦠. What could be more terrifying than that?
Now she has a child in her tummy, and he wonât hurt her, but it would be a different story after giving birth.
âYour Majesty, Empress? Are you okay?â
âAh⦠⦠. I am⦠⦠.â
Seeing the knights hurriedly pulling out their handkerchiefs, Medea realized that she was crying. Dazed, she took a cloth and wiped away her tears.
She probably will never see this child again once she has this baby. Maybe sheâll be kicked out of the palace. Perhaps sheâll die locked up in a tower like Lyleâs mother.
âStill, she canât let the child die. He was born because of me.â
She regretted not being able to call them her own child with confidence. Because this body was not hers⦠⦠Because sheâs not Medea.
Since Lyle had deep affection for her, he will be good to her child. so⦠⦠.
âWill Dion still need me after I give birth?â
After that, she could leave here. Dion said he would give her a new body so she could go into that body⦠⦠She just needed to live a new life.
âI just need to hold on until then.â
Her thick sadness stuffing her heart leaked as tears.
Medea, unable to contain her misery, was led out of her tent by her knights.
***
The temporary plaza was in chaos. The reason it didnât completely collapse was because of Sid and the other knights. They commanded other knights by rank. So when Lyle joined them, things accelerated.
âIs the Empress all right?â
âSheâs safe.â
Lyleâs face was cold as he replied. Sid sensed something strange but focused on dealing with the monsters without asking. Now, this was more pressing.
Whether it was simply for the purpose of attracting the attention of the Emperor, the damage was reported one after another.
It was the Marquis of Bermon who was found in the most miserable form. With her severed head lying on the ground and her body torn apart, she seemed to be the first to be targeted.
She had briefly interacted with the Duke of Lance, and information obtained said that she had acted as Rowendalâs mistress in the past.
She was a sly, foxy woman. Lyle had planned to watch her movements and see her ability to slip away. But, unfortunately, he hadnât even gotten a proper report yet⦠⦠.
âWas she dealt with while questioning the Empress and even sorted out the last connection⦠⦠.â
Because of this, even his last clue to the Dark Tower was lost. Lyle bit his lip and watched the men cleaning up.
Medea was not Medea.
He knew from the start that something was different. The only thing that remained the same was her eye and hair color. Her expressions, gaze on him, voice, tone⦠⦠Laughing, talking, and actingâeverything was completely foreign.
How could she be Medea? She was so different!
âShe was another woman⦠⦠?â
The past Medea was now a hazy memory. Now, to Lyle, Medea was the only woman with his child.
When he tried to think of Medea, he recalled her greeting him with and bright smile. But sheâs not his Empress, but a fake that just took over her body⦠⦠.
It seemed that the whole world was distorted and turned upside down.
Lyle loved her with all his heart, mind, and soul. He had never desired anything in the world the way he wanted her.
âMedea⦠⦠. Millie⦠⦠.I love you⦠⦠.â
Medea had never responded to any of his confessions. At Lyleâs admission, she seemed pleased but, at the same time, seemed confused while donning a complicated expression.
Lyle knew she didnât love him.
So he never once begged her to answer.
Knowing his own disposition, his heart would not be filled even if he made her say âI love youâ with lies.
Medea is dead. That day when she fell from the second-floor balcony. It must have been then. It had been since then that she had changed entirely.
Even if he didnât love her, she was his Empress, with whom he had lived side-to-side for years. One side of his heart deserved to be hurt⦠⦠but the immediate situation prevented him from focusing on Medeaâs death.
âYour Majesty⦠⦠? Are you alright?â
One of the knights asked, examining Lyleâs complexion. He replied that he was fine and saw the noblesâ carriages and progression exiting the hunting grounds. It was with Lyleâs permission that they were able to leave.
Lyle took in the sight and thought of Medea. She also had to return to the imperial palace. A view like this would not be suitable for a pregnant woman.
âWhere is the Empress?â