When the Female Lead Went Off-Script, the Main Male Lead Became the Tyrant's Empress - Chapter 18.2
Although the territory was now fully incorporated into the Empire, the grand duchy had once existed separately as a grand principality.
The surrounding provincial territories had belonged to that principality.
Even after the grand principality, which had become nearly separated from the Empire because of imperial restrictions, was absorbed into the Empire, the lords who had sworn loyalty to the Grand Ducal House didn’t easily bow to the imperial family even after several generations.
Therefore, if Arden obtained Haster’s goodwill and loyalty, the loyalty of the provincial lords would naturally follow.
The problem was that Haster paid no attention to anyone except Clary.
Clary. She was always the problem.
Arden envied her for possessing the attention he couldn’t obtain, and he was jealous.
He couldn’t tolerate someone taking away what belonged to him.
A strange light flashed across Arden’s eyes.
“……I need to get her out of the way quickly.”
The next morning.
Clary’s piercing scream echoed throughout the imperial palace.
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Clary’s days were relaxed and peaceful.
She woke leisurely at ten in the morning, ate a light breakfast, and went to greet the Emperor.
Then she spent the time until lunch lazily reading magazines or novels.
After lunch, she learned swordsmanship from Haster.
Afterward, she studied two or three subjects with her tutors.
Naturally, there was a separate tea time in addition to the breaks between lessons.
The person seated at the same table was always Haster.
Sometimes the Emperor joined them as well.
After finishing a small amount of homework, the rest of her daily routine consisted of lounging around until dinner.
It was a life that the twenty-four-year-old Nam Eunjeong of the modern world could never have dreamed of.
A life where she could study moderately and play as much as she wanted, without worrying about university or work, while her future was guaranteed.
I don’t know who sent me into this body, but thank you.
May you be blessed.
Unfortunately, Clary’s sweet dream didn’t last long.
Seven in the morning, when she should have been deep in dreamland.
Clary slept without knowing what would happen to her in only a few seconds, but a hand shook her awake.
As Clary mumbled sleepily and asked what was wrong, one of the imperial palace’s ladies-in-waiting approached her.
The woman unilaterally informed her that her schedule would be changing from today and asked for her understanding, then recited the timetable in calm and precise diction.
As the lady-in-waiting’s lips continued moving, Clary’s complexion first turned pale, then flushed red. Soon it became purple, and finally, it turned the color of dirt.
“And once you have read three books from the required reading list and submitted your book reports by ten in the evening, your daily schedule will be complete.”
“How is ten at night ‘evening’? That’s nighttime!”
Without even having time to consider etiquette, Clary snatched the timetable from the lady-in-waiting’s hand in alarm.
( ※ Reviewing the lesson material is recommended. )
Evening self-study!
Evening self-study in a romance fantasy world!
What kind of bullshit is this?
Her heart was collapsing.
Evening self-study was bad enough, but Clary’s face grew gaunt at the densely packed lesson schedule.
“Who starts the first class at eight thirty in the morning? Why is the schedule so packed? Is this timetable a game of Tetris?”
The breaks were only ten minutes long.
Considering the size of the imperial palace, that was barely enough time to rush to the bathroom and return.
Afternoon tea time had also been shortened from one hour to thirty minutes.
However, the most intolerable part was.
“Why did you remove my swordsmanship lessons?”
Her daily swordsmanship lessons had been reduced to only twice a week.
Even worse, her instructor was no longer Haster, but a retired former soldier.
“No! Replace that old man with a young, handsome, broad-chested black-haired man!”
Judging by the way things were unfolding, it seemed the damned second male lead had finally begun preparing to follow the original story and become a tyrant.
What was the point of changing the genre?
The person hadn’t changed!
The unexpected disaster drove away all traces of sleep, and Clary sprang out of bed as though she had been launched.
She was even angrier than when she received a children’s grammar book for her birthday featuring an armadillo that said, ‘Which word is the noun in this sentence?’
Stupid Arden.
Stupid second male lead.
Stupid armadillo!
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