11 CHAPTER 6 (1). CONGRATULATIONS QUEENESS

Patrizia's outlook towards the final part of the competition was calm. In fact, she had been this way for the two previous parts, but she felt more like this because the last one was the end. Patrizia looked at the Emperor that was ready to announce the last subject with a tranquil glance.

Always with that frozen expression. It was the same cold eyes as the previous life. The eyes would have been warm to Rosemond. The affection he never gave to her sister.

Patrizia bit her lips at the sudden rise of emotions. It was to stop the simmering thoughts. Maybe it was anger or sadness.

"I will announce the last topic."

There was no support or encouragement for those that had worked through this competition. Of course, she didn't expect it. Patrizia hid her eyes that had turned cold without knowing why. It was inappropriate where everyone was gathered.

"The seat of the Empress is to closely support the Emperor. That's why I think the Empress's health is important."

"…"

What a bunch of baloney. Patrizia barely endured stopping a burst of laughter. The Empress's health was of no importance, only the mistress. Her sister said he had never visited her when she was sick. When Rosemond coughed, he went overboard and sent the Imperial Doctor... Patrizia barely calmed her body shaking with rage. It was only today that she would have to hear this.

"So the results of the last part will be determined by the health of the Queeness."

At these words, there was an eruption of noise. It was not just the intellect, the ability, the good looks, but also the health of the Queen. Patrizia was quite embarrassed by this ridiculous announcement, and she was especially more embarrassed than everyone else because…

"The servants may come in."

Three years ago, the last theme was not this.

Patrizia was still unable to conceal her perplexed eyes. The past had changed. Obviously the first and second subjects were the same. But the third theme has changed... what in the world did this mean? Revealing her confused eyes, Patrizia looked wistfully at the servants that were greeting her. What in the world could this be about?

"Begin the examination."

Everyone felt a lot of embarrassment about this situation, but the four Dukes, including the Emperor, didn't seem to think so at all. Patrizia sat in the check-up chair, bewildered. She couldn't believe that this was the last part of the competition. However, the examination continued to show this was a reality.

After a while, the check-up was completed. Five Queeness, including Patrizia, managed to finish the competition without a word. She wasn't sure if she should 'thank' this.

"The end result will be announced tonight. The Queeness shall wait for the results at their respective quarters. That is all."

The Emperor, who had finished his last line with hard words, turned his back without hesitation and left. The only thing left was the nobility's conversations and Patrizia who couldn't get used to the changed past.

"It was so random."

Patrizia muttered. When she heard those words, Rafaella put the tea cup she was drinking from, down on the table. The two were having a chat with tea in Rafaella's room after their last dinner as Queeness.

"It was unprecedented. Of course, His Majesty's words are not wrong. Anyway, The Empress is the official wife of the Emperor and must be the most helpful to him. However... something doesn't feel right. Don't you?"

"Ella's a knight, so obviously you will get the best score."

At the end of Patrizia's speech, Rafaella shook her head as if she was not worthy.

"Say something that makes sense. What does that matter?"

"It has to do with it. All four Queeness, including me, spend their time drinking tea, but Ella, you are always training. Of course, you're healthier than us."

Rafaella frowned and moved her head a little weaker than before.

"Don't say something so terrible, Lizzy. I never wanted to be an Empress. You know that."

"Well... that's out of our control."

Even if she didn't want this position, a Queeness was selected as the Queen had to accept the position. That is the fate of the woman who was given the place. Rejection was defiance for the Imperial Court. Rafaella, who had a quick thought of something, opened her mouth again.

"But ... when will the results come out?"

"They said to wait until tonight, so don't you think it'll be out in around 2 hours? Ah ... then the fallen Queeness can return home tomorrow."

She hoped she could be among those four. Patrizia eagerly tinkered with her own mug that had already been emptied. Whatever results came tomorrow, she could finally see Petronilla. In this state of unknown, Patrizia was consoled only by that fact.

"I must get going. Ella has to rest, but I've thoughtlessly been there for so long."

As Patrizia slowly got up from her seat, Rafaella spoke in a tone of regret.

"I'll go home tomorrow anyway, you can stay a little longer."

"Still. It's rude to be here by this time..."

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