The Grand Duchess Escape - Chapter 118.2
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At the same time, Philip had an audience with the Emperor.
He carefully presented the items he had brought in front of the Emperor. They were women’s clothing with signs of usage, a pen, and an embroidery frame.
“Would these be sufficient, Your Majesty, as you have commanded?”
The items Philip had brought were the belongings of Asella, as ordered by Fernandez.
‘The longer and more frequently used, the better.’
Furthermore, he instructed that he not to tell anyone and to arrive late, almost midnight to not draw attention.
Each of the instructions seemed suspicious and peculiar, but they were the Emperor’s orders, so Philip had to follow them.
“Your Majesty?”
After thoroughly examining the items, Fernandez burst into a disgusting laugh. Philip, who had been tense ever since he set foot in the room, felt his face relax, knowing that he had brought the correct items… properly…
“But may I ask, why did you request these items?”
However, Fernandez merely shrugged lightly without giving an answer. This gesture was a clear indication that he should leave.
“You’ve done well. You should go home now,” Duncan said
“Now, wait a minute! I have something to tell Your Majesty!”
Duncan frowned at Philip’s somewhat impolite response, however, Philip hesitated yet held his ground.
Displeasure crept across Fernandez’s face. Meanwhile, Philip was too preoccupied with his own thoughts and failed to notice the Emperor’s icy gaze.
“What is it?”
“Well… about the promised matter, when will you fulfill it?”
“Promised?”
Fernandez looked at Philip with a completely clueless expression. Philip was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his composure.
The last time he contacted the Grand Duke about Anthony’s succession to the Marquis title, the latter replied that he’d contact the Emperor on this matter and he hadn’t heard from him since. During his waiting, Philip was planning to throw a grand party as soon as the approval was officially granted.
“I’m referring to my son’s succession to the marquisate. I’ve heard that Your Majesty will grant permission soon, so I’ve been waiting…”
“Oh, that.”
Fernandez’s face contorted oddly as he burst into laughter. Philip felt that something was amiss, but he couldn’t help but laugh along when he saw the Emperor’s amusement.
However, suddenly, Fernandez’s laughter ceased. A heavy silence settled in the office. Philip inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine and he gulped hard. It was as if someone had a dagger aimed at the back of his neck and his heart skipped a beat.
“There will be good news soon, so go and wait for it.”
“Y-Yes…”
In truth, Philip had come today with the intention of getting an exact date from the Emperor. However, the Emperor’s eerie gaze, which seemed to look down upon him, made it impossible for him to utter a word.
“Sir, allow me to escort you to the carriage.”
Duncan opened the door and offered to personally escort him, leaving Philip with no chance to speak another word. He was chased out and forced to hurry and board the carriage of the Chartus family.
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