15:Illusion shattered

Each of the ministers, who left the palace accompanied by Polcen, was excited and energetic as if they were walking on the clouds and were going to rise to the sky.

But this good mood did not last long.

Polcen hesitated and almost stumbled.

Abrewhan, the minister of justice, bumped into him by not paying attention.

His good mood was suddenly interrupted, and he frowned and wanted to scold. But when Polcen stumbled, that large body pulled back, revealing the scene before him.

With a start, his entire body went cold.

Guillotine.

It glows in the midday sun with a frenzy that opens its monstrous mouth and wants to devour everything.

It was quite hot in the middle of summer but they felt cold sweats flowing.

Their bodies trembled as if they were cold.

The tip of the knife was stained with blood.

The faint smell of blood grew heavy, and the pool of blood that would reach his feet boiled in the heat of the sun.

The flies clung to a pile of corpses piled in the corner.

Suddenly, the emperor's words echoed in their minds.

"There are so many bugs in the palace, you know, I had to use some pesticides"

They can't remember that face when they say it. But to an alarming degree, the feelings of disgust and impatience in those eyes were intense in their minds.

"Bamm!"

The guillotine fell hard, and the screamer's head rolled on the ground, reaching his feet.

They felt "Boot-" go out of their stomach. Their bodies stiffened, motionless, and they could not move their feet.

Servants.

The bodies of almost 70-80 people were thrown into a corner like a rag like this.

No one had ever seen so many corpses in his life.

Even the war minister could feel his blood flowing backward right now, despite being on the battlefield. Even if he was a soldier of rank and still loyal to his country, it was impossible to stand without any support from the royal family. He was also someone who used illegal means.

No matter how much for the sake of the welfare of the country.

Polcen suddenly calmed down. Even as he recovers quickly, suppressing his trembling hands is evidence of his body's betrayal.

He approached and asked in a tone that he was forced to hold steady.

"Stop hangman!"

The man at the guillotine let go of the rope and carelessly lifted his head, while another slain. Those eyes were numb as if they had been used to it for a long time already.

He turned slowly to Polcen, who was calling out to him.

"What is it? Hurry up, I have more work to do today" is enough to astonish the people there once again.

"What crime did they... commit?"

The executioner was not surprised as he expected this question.

The Emperor had already told him the answer to that question.

He should only do as ordered.

"The Emperor said he found their gaze annoying" The answer is unequivocal.

He just did it out of boredom.

Did he just execute them because he got on his nerves? They flinched, but the next word made them reflexively hide their necks.

"Thinking that flies in the palace are annoying"

continued, pointing to the corpses

The greedy flies that piled up on the corpses to "use them as bait" were poisoned by the other officers without even realizing it, and fell somewhere.

Same excuse!

He said the Empress was also the victim of a fly-killing accident.

And now these people are killed for bait.

His limbs were strangely bent... as if... bugs!

***

Each of them advanced in an awkward walking position.

They don't even know how they left the palace.

Polcen, on the other hand, returned to the palace with a strange expression.

It was a death sentence rather than a show, and even though they were gone, it went on until evening.

He waited at the door and did not dare to enter.

The Emperor frowned, feeling wrong when he initially appointed his principal servants to serve them as if he were cursing the nobles.

Because, as the name suggests, the men of the empire can only serve the emperor, the highest position.

At first, he thought only that the emperor had given up his position to win them over and that those men had betrayed him to the point of almost licking his ass and trying to please them.

He was wrong.

And that's the big thing on the road.

It scared even her helplessly.

The emperor initially fueled their greed by showing them his imperial rank.

But in the next scene. He drew them to the truth as if they had been touched by boiling water.

Don't you see those servants? They weren't even shouting helplessly. Even if they shout, even if they beg... They were ground into minced meat to collect flies each.

There are flies over there.

It is what the emperor has implied so many times. Each of the ministers was likened to flies from the start.

Now the flies that greedily swarmed the corpse were reflected in his eyes. Those flies were not aware of their seat even to death, they continued to wander around the corpse even though they were poisoned with the drug and fell one by one.

The Emperor showed them, literally in action, that they were like flies greedily running towards death.

And that implication, this warning wasn't just dedicated to those nobles. Polcen, who was assigned to lead them, was the keystone here.

Fueling their emotions and stimulating them at the same time.

The emperor warned him too.

By stating that he should choose his side properly and that he will be seen or risen with the men he will serve.

That's why Polcen couldn't say a word, let alone protest.

And oh...

Fiction has already gone astray with this series of moves.

The Emperor's mad rabid dog behavior did not even occur to them, since neither Polcen nor Yuyeil were normal human beings.

Rather.

If you're in the emperor's bed.

You were sure to be fucked by him! In a bloody way!

***

The person Polcen did not dare to see now left the window in a very good mood.

Mel "..."

He realized that he was a little too early.

He turned his head and studied his master's expression.

Her mood is so good.

Her happiness seemed to depend on someone else's pain.

He sighed.

Those servants are not originally innocent.

The closer the Emperor was, the more uncontrolled power, which means the corruption was at its peak.

Every time those maids came out of the bathroom, regardless of gender, she would look at him with dirty eyes.

He was so disgusted that he wanted to gouge out those eyes.

Moreover, each of them had climbed up, trampling through many corpses to reach their position.

Under a system of uncontrolled power corruption.

Each of them has become a notorious criminal.

Their crimes are enough to be executed.

And they were not like the ministers, they were useless to keep.

The ministers, one of whom was deeply accustomed to intrigue, felt it deeply.

Even if the emperor said that they were just annoying, those servants were sent to their deaths with papers of their crimes in their hands.

It was impossible not to draw attention to those blood-stained papers.

In short, he said: "You are as doomed as these servants. But you have more worth keeping you alive than them."

Their only worth was what would exist when they submitted to the emperor.

They were indeed like vermin, cobwebs, coveting delicious prey.

Even though the prey was put there with obvious intent.

They couldn't handle it.

They've been caught for their easy-going and greedy side.

When they wake up and want to flutter.

The spider had already paralyzed their bodies with its venom, entangling them with its web.

There's no point in clapping more than that.

This would only benefit from sticking deeper into the web and drawing the attention of the hunter. In this case, the prey could inevitably be slain only by the hunter.

Here's why.

When each realizes that he has been squeezed to the point where he can no longer escape.

He had already collapsed from strength and was faced with the question of what gift they should prepare on their way to the emperor's presence tomorrow.

Even Abrewhan, that very stubborn and proud old man. He loved the late empress, but not enough to follow her even in death.

So Yanzhing was currently lingering with the pleasure of his first hunt.

***

After he killed those servants, there was a huge labor shortage in the palace.

This has already led to advertisements.

But eventually, as the treasury was nearly empty, the emperor wanted few servants. It would also be easier to control.

With this move, the Emperor smashed potential fiction. It can even be said that it almost tore it up. Now the palace was empty and the north winds were blowing when it should have been a harem of maids haha!

Not only did this move to get him rid of those perverted servants, but it was also the ultimate move to subdue the nobles and intimidate the main character. Three birds with one stone!

I'm afraid Yanzhing was seriously right.

As a result of the excess of protecting his ass to death, the male character could not even dare to appear in front of him for a long time, let alone think about his narrow and pathetic hole.

And oh, Yuyeil?

About that strange woman who entered the palace some time ago. A messenger was sent with the news that he was an emperor from another world.

Poor Yuyeil, it turned out to be her brother? Perhaps because of the distorted consciousness of being already inferior in that society, such a strange gay fiction emerged.

Regardless, that whistleblower Yuyeil was dragged along by his sister's men.

After all, he was also an emperor, so the ambassador who came to him had to politely ask permission and inform him.

Yanzhing would not recoil from this sudden blessing. Not only was he supportive, he even fueled the event, causing Efial to kidnap his brother irresponsibly in one go.

Polcen didn't notice for just a short while and was now in a bit of a shock.

But he noticed it in a long time and came to him.

Normally, he looked like a mouse running away from a cat, but he faced it with all his courage.

It's the night of the day. He had long noticed his absence.

And Yanzhing still hadn't left that meeting room, continuing to go about his business.

He knocked on the door, gathered his courage, opened it, and went in.

Yanzhing still did not look up from his documents in the lit magic bowls.

Finally, he took a deep breath and asked.

"Where is Yuyeil?"

***

Yanzhing raised his head, pretending to be surprised. It's like he's checking to see if he's telling the truth. This made him tense for no reason.

"Didn't he tell you?"

The question surprised him.

"What?" He stared blankly, not understanding.

"Ah-" he sighed and leaned back, dropping the documents in his hand. She then spoke.

"he left"

Polcen felt she didn't understand what she was saying. Did he leave? All of a sudden?

He couldn't express the emptiness that suddenly appeared in his heart.

"His older sister can be called the emperor of another country... his sister took him and took him away"

Polcen stood motionless in his place.

Couldn't he even tell her when she left?

Yanzhing observed his expression.

Finally, he sighed deeply. "He left suddenly." He lifted his lips, observing the changes in Polcen's expression.

"I can help you if you want to talk"

Polcen looked up in surprise, "Looks like you've been friends for a long time, you must not have gotten used to it when you suddenly broke up."

"I can help you say goodbye"

These simple words change his intention when it comes to him.

He's searched the place and can predict how much confusion and backlash Polcen's arrival will cause.

However, as if he was supposedly supporting their relationship, he managed to break them up.

As if to indicate that the two are friends. He even offered her the so-called excuse in what capacity he would go.

Ah, what a delicious hunt. Again, unfortunately, he was doomed to perish in their hands.

Polcen nodded and could not resist the temptation of the offer.

Because he felt uncomfortable.

With strange feelings, he couldn't even understand.

Strange.

However, they do not have friendships that go beyond simply solving each other's physiological needs.

It was just like a simple business deal.

The area was content, the giver was satisfied, and there was no trace of emotion.

But strangely enough, he can't control the feelings that form in his heart.

She trembled her lashes.

What's wrong with feeling abandoned and wanting to cry?

It was strange.

***

Finally.

Polcen agreed after hesitation.

Yanzhing smiled at that moment as if he was interested in a new hunt.

***

After Polcen left, the room regained its ski calmness. Yanzhing stared for a long time as if he wanted to see behind the closed door.

He wasn't sure if he was actually hesitating or just feeling bad.

The two male characters are the ultimate lovers in fiction. Happiness is their destiny inscribed in the memoir, they can only have the brightest moment in each other and roughly only satisfy each other in the best way bla bla...

But Yanzhing might have been fooled if he didn't remember the previous version of the plot.

Look how artificial this moment is.

When the male character sensed her absence, his first reaction was to shout mixed with anger. It is unclear whether it was the dishonor of not notifying him or something else.

But did he feel a sense of incompleteness after his bewilderment?

Are you kidding me ??!

These feelings were artificial and maladaptive as if they were forced but injected later.

As if...

It's like they're being controlled.

He was startled.

The control spell... all he knows is that forbidden spirit-binding spell he inherited from his mother.

But if it was magic, he would recognize it from his relic. There is no trace of the contrary, and even that is just doubt.

But he is not sure.

He held his chin in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He felt strange with that feeling of disobedience he had felt before.

Even if Yanzhing could not name this feeling, he could not name it, he felt danger and suspicion.

There was something strange.

It's like a hidden secret.

And if he doesn't find it soon, it's like he's going to lose it.

He sighed slowly and stood up.

Squeezing his tired shoulder, he made his way to the room.

He didn't hesitate.

It was as if he had fallen asleep early yesterday from exhaustion and forgot to wash himself.

He stopped abruptly and turned the road.

He turned from his room and went to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, he thought of the person he had ignored, or rather, had no time to think about, while he was busy all day.

The absence of maids will slow things down, and naturally the wedding. But he didn't care. To him, Anyin is like the younger brother who needs to be put under his protection. Maybe he had feelings and wrong ideas that shouldn't be in this process, but it's limited to that. No more mistakes should be made.

Thinking so, shaking her head resolutely, she grabbed the handle of the bathroom. When he opened it slowly, he noticed strangely that the lights inside were on. And as the door was wide open, his eyes widened at the scene he saw, startled.

***

In the spacious bathroom, Anyin sat back wearily and squinted her eyes, imagining the person she hadn't seen in a long time and had longed for deeply.

She thought of sinking deeper into the water and quenching that longing.

Contrary to his appearance, he was very impatient.

He doesn't want to be this slow and wants things to be done right away.

But the other person was a man.

Oh, what to do?

Being attracted to someone who isn't even gay was hellish, and he's a tortured prisoner.

Sometimes she can't help herself and thinks about things she shouldn't be doing. He is afraid that one day he will overdo it and ruin everything.

The mere appearance of those forbidden scenes in his mind was enough to make him angry.

He sighed deeply. It's like a prisoner who has surrendered for a long time and got used to it.

He bowed his head.

The illusion that she seemed to have the illusion of being delicate was shattered as she stripped off all her clothes.

That body was quite built. Not in a vulgar form, but subtly and elegantly.

His lower body, on the other hand, is more monstrously erected.

It is like a standing column.

He stretched his arms and his muscles showed even more. The hard lines of lines from that slender wrist tightened, and a bony, sculptural hand drew attention to the slender shape of his fingers.

He retained his member as the head member of the poor single men's troupe, who was always accustomed to comforting himself in a corner.

He bit his lips.

After those hot scenes with him.

It has become more difficult to satisfy him.

Enough to resort to ultra-radical scenes and movements to rise.

"Huuh-" sighing, she raised her left hand and combed her hair back to pull the long hair that was touching her chest. Thin white fingers gleamed with drops of water on the black hair, and flowing water droplets flowed from her neck to her chest, forming a shallow line.

His forehead was wide open, and the delicate beauty felt like a rebellious man releasing seductive, monstrous hormones.

When Yanzhing walked in, he froze at the scene.

The man in front of you...

Introduced as the "delicate" female character of no fiction, the main character held that eerie and gigantic "lightsaber" with her right hand, while her left hand held her hair back, revealing her forehead. With the drop of water dripping from her sharp jawline and those thin lips, she felt sinful like a demon.

And the man she used to whine and spoil for a long time, don't pretend to be weak...

He was just as rebellious as he was in that sinful moment.

The mole under his left eye was painted red as if he was reaching for something before he knew the door was open.

The pupils of his eyes trembled.

Because of the way the man was so crazy that he could take it in his hand and smell his face buried, that outfit where his Adam's apple rolled and his fingers scrambled, was so familiar.

-This is bullshit

he thought.

This was complete nonsense!

But what did the man in front of him have? Those eyes were sharper and deeper than they were, cloudy and rebellious like a drunkard. That face was distorted by lust and the pleasure of doing that thing she shouldn't be doing, walking that fine line.

It was only then that Anyin realized, even then, that the thin-looking man had a well-built chest and abs.

And his hips...

It felt as hard as the moment he smashed it under her. All of a sudden his face turned red like a sunset. Her feet trembled weakly, and the scent lingering in her nose felt like an aphrodisiac, making her weak.

He was shocked.

When the illusion of the person he sees as weak and in need of protection is completely shattered.

-To be continued-