Chapter 281. Epilogue, Part IX

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

Austern is the center of culture and fashion, but it has a very small artistic community. Right now, I think theres almost no activity by new artists, other than the existing ones.

Julietta handed Oswald a cultural business plan she had prepared. Many people oppose it, saying that sponsoring artists by the imperial family is wasting tax money. So, I want the Duke of Oswald to step up to the front and discover the artists and support their activities. Of course, Ill cover the entire cost.

Oswalds eyes twinkled, moved by this action. Youve also noticed this Oswalds long-cherished desire. Please leave it to me and watch. In the future peaceful era, the country with the cultural power will dominate the continent. Right now, even if Austern is at the forefront of the continent, it may soon be caught.

Oswald was excited and preached about his dream. Julietta nodded and replied favorably, Thats a very wise idea. Its just like you said. Therefore, please do me the favor.

Do you have any other plans?

What do you mean?

I dont believe youre devoted to child care. You wont just step forward. I know youre planning a lot of things.

I will talk to you after I tell His Majesty the Emperor first. He may not allow it.

At Juliettas words, Oswald shook his hand as if that were nonsense. There is no way he would object to what the Empress is doing. By the way, please ease the anger of His Majesty. Ive been dreading his countenance for a year already because of that jewel on your neck.

Whos angry? Killian stood behind Oswald and asked tightly.

Oh, no. I have to go now because Ive got an urgent matter to attend to.

After a year, he could finally have his spare time. Oswald gently dropped his report where Julietta pointed and disappeared, terrified that Killian would give him another job.

Killian approached Julietta without even looking at Oswald and kissed her on the lips. Im here for a while, defeating the Duke of Haints request for lunch. Compliment me.

Good job. As Julietta praised Philip, she patted Killians buttocks.

I want another compliment besides this, I Killian quietly uttered, lowering his lips down Juliettas neck, but as if he had waited for the moment, Luar burst into a loud cry in the next room. Killian grumbled when Julietta got up with a push. Who does our second sons personality resemble? He cries very loud and his temper is not very normal.

Julietta snorted as she entered the room where Luar was staying. Its just the way you look, your personality is. Philip looks like me, so hes gentle.

Killian looked regretfully at the room had Julietta entered, and asked the waiting Ian. Will the third child be fifty-fifty, since the first resembles Julietta and the second resembles me? How pretty a daughter like that would be! But pregnancy and childbirth are so hard that its too much for her. I felt like Id gone to the entrance to Hell this time with Luar.

Julietta had little trouble with her first child, Philip, but she had two days of hard labor for her second child, Luar. Killian didnt want to repeat that terrible time.

Ian hesitated for a moment and answered with courage. A Prince may be born who looks more like no one than a half-half one.

At Ians answer, Killian slapped his knee. I see. I didnt think of that. Yeah, I can finally get over it. Thank you, Ian. I think you are getting more and more like Albert, but thats just my feeling. Isnt it?

Ian calmly replied that he would never look like Albert. Yes, that cant be. Shall we bring the meal?

As he left the room to bring a meal, Killians head, looking at Ians back, tilted slightly to one side. Because he felt like he saw a white handkerchief sticking out of Ians right pocket. I must have seen nothing. Ive been overworked lately.

Killian leaned his head against the couch and convinced himself that he was tired and saw nothing.

A Letter of Misfortune and Murder in the Back Room

Luar, the second Prince of the Austern Empire, turned eleven years old this year, came back from playing at his friend Iron Lazars house and was eating snacks. Vera found a letter in his pocket while she was cleaning up his jacket and put it down on the table.

You can throw it away. Iron plays with it.

Drinking tea next to him, Julietta asked, What kind of a practical joke is that?

He said that its a letter of misfortune. If I dont send it to five people, bad luck will come Its like that.

Julietta burst out laughing at Luars words. Oh, my God, theres a letter of misfortune here, too. I guess the places where people live are the same.

Luar, you are praiseworthy. When most people get a letter like that, they get nervous and send it to someone else.

Yes. Iron was wondering who to give it to. So I got one.

The letter of misfortune that Luar had received was thus abandoned by Vera. They thought it was someones practical joke and didnt take it seriously.

But that evening. Luar, who did not get sick easily, got suddenly fevered and said that he had a headache, and frightened people.

Hes all right. There is nothing serious and the fevers normal now.

Fortunately, as the royal physician said, the fever, which had suddenly risen, quickly fell as if nothing had happened, and Luar fell asleep.

The next morning, Julietta said, sweeping down her sons cheek. Dont go out today and stay calm. I told your teachers that I will postpone your class until tomorrow.

Luars expression became gloomy when she said he would not study, but couldnt go out.

Iron is coming to play this afternoon. So, stay in bed until then.

Julietta asked Manny on the bed to keep an eye on her son and went outside.

Its because of the letter. Its not too late, so lets write it down and send it to someone. Let me help you. You only need to send six.

Iron was of the same age as Luar, and he came much earlier than he had promised, saying that he missed todays fencing class.

Somebodys been carrying a practical joke around. Theres no such thing as a letter of misfortune.

Iron lowered his voice when Luar snorted and refused to deal with him. No, I thought it might be just a joke, just like you said, until yesterday. But the butler fell down the stairs this morning and sprained his foot.

Luar blinked at Irons words. What does the butlers fall have to do with the letter?

Its a problem because I gave it to the butler.

Luars eyes grew at Irons reply.

Youre uncomfortable hearing that, arent you? So, lets write it down quickly.

Iron brought a letter paper and a pen to his desk, ready to write for himself.

No. I dont want to write a letter of misfortune with the emblem of the imperial court. Its a coincidence that the butler fell. It cant be because of the letter of misfortune.

As Luar hated it, Iron couldnt help but bring the letter back and spoke in an unassailable manner. Yes, its a coincidence, isnt it? I think so, too.

Luar, this time my nanny cut her hand while cutting fruit, and the wagon driver almost got killed by a horse.

The next day, the pale Iron came to visit Luar early in the morning.

Because today was a day for history and math class, Luar, who was pretending to be sick in bed for another day, jumped up. What? Did you give a letter to your nanny and the wagon driver?

Yes. Yesterday in the horse-riding class Iron blurred his words with a guilty face.

Is it really not a coincidence? A letter of misfortune hurt a person! Youre saying they were under a spell?

Luar stood up suddenly after a moment of agony. I have to tell my mom. If the letter of misfortune is real, my mom will solve it.

Only

With a very urgent look, Luar ran the corridor of the main castle to get to the office where Julietta was.

Running behind him, Iron grumbled. Panting there will be nothing she can do, no matter how great the Empress is. Please go slowly. Im out of breath.

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The private office of the Empress

Julietta greeted the cute kids with a big smile s they suddenly burst into her office.

A man was hurt by a letter of misfortune? She burst out laughing at what her son had said.

It cant be. Thats a superstition and a joke.

Maybe its a letter made by a magician or a priest?