Chapter - 101 Episode 102 of His Majesty's Return of the Clock.

Leonhardt, who had been tapping the table with a pen a few times, soon began to write familiar documents.

He once again reversed diplomatic relations, which had been completely reversed.

It was a simple issue that could be solved quickly if you think about it a little bit.

But Leonhardt was deliberately moxibusting his pen slowly and carefully.

I'm sure he'll pass on all the troublesome politics, saying, "I'm sure he's right about his personality."’

It was just as he thought. The emperor was staring at Leonhardt with a pleased gaze.

"Whose son is he? He's grown up so well.’

I don't think it'll be awkward to just sit on the roof without all the complicated ceremonies.

The emperor smiled inwardly and began to read carefully after Leonhardt received the document.

The emperor's eyes opened wide as sharp as the hawk's.

"How do you like it?"

"You... you sit here from tomorrow."

"No, I won't go even if I give you a place like that... No, even if I don't want it, it's mine anyway."

"One letter you write is the power of the empire. Not only the content but also the handwriting should not be allowed to snort. Those who are staying in other countries will also be working with that mindset. Be an emperor who is not ashamed of them."

"…I'll keep that in mind. Father."

Just in time, refreshments sent from the Empress Palace came in. The two of them sipped tea for a while without saying nothing.



"…what should I do, keep it up or move forward?”

The good thing about being an adult is that you can eat cinnamon flavored snacks.

Crispy. His favorite snack crumbled in his mouth and smelt of pungent cinnamon.

The emperor silently emptied a cup of tea and filled a new one.

Instead of cinnamon snacks that smell spicy to the tip of his nose, he mumbled some fresh madeleines with lemon scent and was lost in thought.

"Even if there's a cliff at the end?"

"Even if there's an entrance to hell, not a cliff, we have to move. And all you have to do is make sure that the people can run safely over the gates of hell."

Leonhardt nodded slowly. And I rummaged through the official documents that were handed over to me.

All of them were too peaceful compared to their previous lives.

The soldiers who went to war fell asleep with their weapons in their arms for a while after returning to their hometowns.

Leonhardt self-helped himself now, thinking he was exactly that way.

"By the way, dad, you're really going to change your place... You don't think... you don't think so.?”

"It's up to you today."

Leonhardt smiled and pulled the papers in front of him.

Elizabeth was also taking a full-fledged empress class while Leonhardt acted first to defend Elizabeth's place.

'This is... the empress' class...?’

The empress insisted that the class was a class anyway, although it was more about playing with the Empress Ayla rather than learning what she had to do as a national mother.

"Lizzy, Lizzy!"

While the Empress was away for a while, Ayla called Elizabeth with a thin lace insignia hanging from her bed wrapped all over her body.

"I want to be a priest!"

"Oh, my God, who is the groom?"

At Elizabeth's words, Ayla was deeply troubled.

"Um...Um... There are so many….”The princess, who has a habit of flicking her fingers when she is worried, rolled her big eyes and put the names that came to her mind one by one.

"Can't you marry your father, your replacement, your Mimir, the Duke of Perian, your brother, your mother? Oh, no! Lizzy, marry me!"

Elizabeth, who had only blinked at the endless name, stopped laughing at the last confession of the young yellow girl.

"With me?"

"Yes! If I marry you, I can live with my brother, and Bailey....”

I don't think the brother will allow it.

Elizabeth smiled as she saved Ayla, who was trapped in a net by flapping wildly in the insignia.

Ayla, who escaped from the insignia, climbed onto a large chair, leaned her elbows on the table, and put her chin on it in a plausible manner.

Elizabeth had to hold back from laughing, except that the table was too high for her body.

"Propose... yes, I got it."

Otherwise, the round eyes of Ayla were wider.

"Like the prince did to the princess?"

Did... did? Elizabeth looked back at her memory that night.

How do princes in fairy tales that Ayla is reading these days confess...?

"More than that.”


Ayla's eyes were filled with yearning and envy.

Even at a young age, the princess, who is good at speaking and has so many questions, asked one after another as if she was about to come up to the table.

"How was it? Did you change your clothes like in the book?"


Nodding. It was only after a moment of contemplation that Elizabeth realized that the concept of changing clothes she was talking about meant changing clothes as the main character went through the pages of the book.

"The clothes haven't changed."

"Chat, you haven't changed your clothes, so why were you so cool?”

Elizabeth's cheeks turned red when asked that question.

As if Ayla was rushing you, huh? He nodded his head to both sides.

"Sister, wash your face."

"Uh... I mean....”

"Huh? Why are you so cool?”

How do I put this around? Anyone can help me!

Elizabeth's head began to spin. Ayla was only looking at her with anticipation and trust.

"We planted... flower seeds together.”

"This winter? My brother is a fool. Flowers don't bloom in winter."

Elizabeth tapped her knee. Ayla came up on her lap with a smile.

"I think that's what it meant when we overcame the cold and led this empire together like a strong flower."

"Hmmm! This yellow girl understands."

Ayla nodded only, with a look of no understanding.

Elizabeth held a chocolate chip cookie in her hand, which was placed on the table, in the lovely act of the still young princess.

"Then you'll dress as pretty as a princess, right?"

Ayla rolled her clear eyes that seemed to make a sound and ignored cookie crumbs that fell on the skirt.

"Elizabeth, Ayla, you can't accept everything. Ayla, come here. My sister is busy."

"Oh, my God!"

At one stroke, Ayla descended from Elizabeth's lap and ran to the Empress.

Elizabeth looked puzzled as she looked down at the cookie crumbs she had left behind.

"Dorothy, long time no see. How have you been?”

"I'm seeing Lady Elizabeth. Thanks to the person next to me! I haven't been doing well, and I won't be doing well.""Oh, Dorothy. You have to blame the Emperor in the palace, not me."

Dorothea shook her head in her arms with the empress.

"Are you busy? Why are you busy?"

"I'm seeing the Empress. Lady Elizabeth needs to match her coronation and wedding robes from now on.”

"…can't I see it?"


Dorothea glanced away at the empress.

In addition, Ayla's gaze also turned to her mother.

The empress passed the option to Elizabeth, ignoring the two's.

Elizabeth nodded, "I can't help it."

"You're the best! I'll marry you!"

Leonhardt, who was searching for and handling what he had to do on his own without the emperor's request at the main palace, shrugged his shoulders when he got goosebumps on his back.

"What's wrong?"

"…nothing. By the way, are you really keeping Lizzie's place like this? You promised, didn't you?”

"So it's up to you to do it.”

"You've already done your part! What more do you want me to do here?"

The emperor rose from his seat with a smirk. It was time to slowly miss the youngest princess.

"That's where you go forward." Jim will be back after seeing Ayla, so keep moving forward until Jim gets here.”

"Oh, my God!"

Leaving behind Leonhardt's scream, the emperor left the palace. Obviously, I heard that today is the day to match Elizabeth's robes.

At the greeting of her late daughter, who raised her skirt with her cute hands, the emperor lifted her up and rubbed her cheek wildly against the soft baby's cheek.

Eventually, it was not until Ayla burst into tears that the emperor's beard was sore that he put Ayla down.

Elizabeth suddenly remembered her brother in the Elysium mansion, laughing with the others.

Is he that much loved? Perhaps that is unlikely to be the case.

Recognizing Elizabeth's darkened expression, Dorothea stuck out a bunch of paper in her arms.

"…are there any new rumors about the Elysium mansion?”

Dorothea shook her head. Elizabeth hid her expression as if she were concentrating on the sketch she had offered.

'Let's think positively… Because it's better than the news that it's worse. I mean…'

"Hey, this is me!”


I guess some sketches fell to the floor with my hands shaking unconsciously.

Ayla fluttered last night with a sketch that resembled the dress from a fairy tale book read by her nanny.

"Do you like the design?”

"Yes! I'm sure you'll look prettier than the princess!"

Everyone burst into laughter at Ayla's words. Elizabeth was also smiling with a rather bright expression.

"You'll definitely be happy.”

Sitting on the Emperor's lap, Ayla reached for the cookies on the table and talked.

"Did the princess become happy to meet the prince?”

Ayla shook her head.

"No, the princess is not married to the prince."


Elizabeth blinked. Ayla said in a bold voice that such a story does not fit the "birds" these days.

"It's not a big bird, it's a big bird. Then who did the princess marry?”


What the hell did Ayla read yesterday? Elizabeth as well as Dorothea listened to her puzzled words.

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