Watching the prison where Julietta had been kept overnight reminded him of her crying in fear in his arms. He didn't know who had done this, or for what purpose, but as Oswald had said, there was no guarantee that this would not happen in the future. Those he trusted and cared about would be the targets of further attacks.

Killian turned around and sat on the railing, and was lost in thought as he looked at his reflection in the terrace window.

"Become Emperor." In fact, his father, the current Emperor, had been preparing to make Killian a Crown Prince for a long time. Even knowing his Majesty's wishes, he had been delaying the time without showing any definite intentions until now.

If he were just one of the other Princes, he would have followed his father's will without hesitation. However, Killian ran a business corporation and the Princ.i.p.ality inherited from his maternal grandfather. He was interested in increasing what he had, but was not very happy with the idea of the Emperor's life, which would deprive him of freedom.

But he knew it was something he had to decide one day, and he was not holding back the actions of those who moved to push him to the imperial throne, as he had to beat Prince Francis to survive without becoming Emperor.

The other Princes, except Killian and Francis, were from not Queens but concubines, and they were unwilling to antagonize the two of them, or reveal themselves to the public.

Francis had the support of the first Duke of Dudley, and Killian was the son of the second Queen, but Cordelia the Empress was his aunt, and if she hadn't died, he would have been crowned as a Crown Prince without fail.

Despite all these circ.u.mstances, Killian had always wondered whether he really wanted to be an Emperor. However, it was clear that he had to get rid of his political opponents, Francis and Duke Dudley. That way, he would be able to settle the case.

But after removing them and making another of the Princes, who could not touch him, into an Emperor, Killian was about to walk away from the royal family, but changed his mind yesterday.

'I will never lose a precious person to my political opponents again.'

He decided to make an example for those who wanted to hurt or take away everything that belonged to him, and to climb to the peak so that they could never think of anything like that. And he thought that it wasn't a bad idea to have a funny maid in the deepest part of the peak.

Killian gradually settled his thoughts and concluded by taking time to himself for a while, and stood up, slightly rubbing his stiff eyes. He wanted to soak his body in hot water for a while after the long night.

Judging how long it would take for Julietta to be released from prison and back from her meal, he thought he would have to take a bath without waiting.

Killian, undressed as usual, strode across the endless s.p.a.cious bedroom and into the bathroom on the other side. He burst open a heavy bathroom door with colorful patterns and stopped at the sight before his eyes.

In the bathroom, decorated with pale beauty and gold decorations, thick water vapor was clouding the air. A woman with brick-and-mortar hair was staring at him, wearing nothing but pants.

Standing on a small dais in a bathroom as wide as a bedroom, Julietta began to scream as soon as she came to her senses. Aahhhh!

When Killian returned to his room and was lost in thought on the terrace, Julietta washed away her dirty face and body, and happily donned her wet hair and wig. It was uncomfortable to put a damp wig on her newly washed hair again, but now her wig and make-up was like a weapon

that she couldn't take off.

From the pocket of the maid's suit, which was neatly placed in the corner, Julietta took out a small can of juice from the metum fruit, and she meticulously put it on her face and tried to put on her clothes, but put them down again. She had to clean the dirty bathroom, but she couldn't get the leftover suit dirty. She thought it'd better clean the bathroom before she put on her coat.

The door suddenly opened just as Julietta had finished cleaning quickly before her employer with a difficult personality returned, and she had just up the clothes she had put away for fear of getting wet. Her employer was supposed to still be in his office or eating, but opened the bathroom door with a naked body.

The unexpected advent of her employer made Julietta stiff. She felt a greater sense of crisis that she didn't wear gla.s.ses than she was naked. She began to scream, covering her face with the clothes she was holding.

If others were caught naked, they would be busy covering up their bodies, but his maid was something unusual. Screaming to the point of fear that everyone in the castle would jump, she was covering her face and head instead of covering her naked body.