Chapter I

The orange sky is shining brightly out there. The Garlemald plain, north of Ilsabard, is one area with a large population. With a cornucopia of natural wealth, it is no wonder that this place became one of the founding places of the Garlean Empire. An empire that has been led by one clan for generations. Unfortunately, at this time, the Garlean Empire was in the midst of a conflict that could not be solved. The young Emperor, famous for being wise and intelligent, was also not capable enough to independently solve this problem.

Emet Selch, the leader of the Garlean Empire, is now dealing with the problem. He was sitting on his throne when Lalafell named Tolol Oren came forward to him. He has a yellow crest and wears very eccentric clothes. But he has an adorable face and soft, plump cheeks.

"The guests have come, Your Majesty." Lalafell bowed before Emet Selch.

"Thank you, Tolol Oren."

Emet Selch wakes up from his throne. He walked down the steps covered with a long red carpet, which stretched across the entire floor of the castle, especially places frequented by Emet Selch.

The man walked firmly. Let his black robe sweep the carpet underneath. Then Tolol Oren lifted the tip of the Emperor's robe so as not to be stained with floor dust directly.

Tolol Oren followed the Emperor from behind. He did his job lifting the hem of Emet Selch's robe very well. As if it was an important task that risked life and death. Tolol Oren is the most loyal Lalafell who now devotes his soul to the Garlean Emperor.

"You can wait at your place," said Emet Selch as they reached the door leading to the assembly hall.

Although Tolol Oren wanted to follow Emet Selch there, he gave up his intention because he had to obey what the Emperor said.

"Well, Your Majesty."

Tolol Oren went away. When he turned around, his expression instantly turned wistful. He doesn't want to show it directly in front of others, especially if it's Emet Selch, someone he loves deeply.

"Tolol Oren."

The call from the Emperor instantly stopped Tolol Oren's steps. He turned around after putting on a happy facial expression. So quickly, he hid his grief.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

Emet seemed to be silent for a moment before finally saying something. "Prepare dinner and take it to my room. Don't leave until I come there."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tolol Oren watched Emet Selch until the Emperor disappeared behind a tightly closed door. Tolol Oren could see some people sitting around the table from the door opening. There was a person named Hythodeus. That's all he can see. Then he did what The Emperor told him to do.

Tolol Oren prepares dinner for Emperor Emet Selch. He did it wholeheartedly. His little body moved there and there to prepare the groceries. He did everything himself without the help of royal servants and cooks. This is a form of his love for Emet Selch. He did not want anyone else to make food for the Emperor so that the content of his feelings was still pure. His yellow crest wobbled every time his body moved. Having a tiny body did not make it difficult to serve food to the Great Emperor.

Tolol Oren rushed to bring the food tray into Emet Selch's room when all was done. He was very careful in stepping, keeping this food from spilling over the tray.

"I hope Emet Selch like this."

Tolol Oren enters Emet Selch's room. The room is dominated by Red. Starting from the red velvet carpet on the floor, Red Roses, Red window curtains, Red Beds and thin red nets. Emet Selch's presence felt so strong in this room, more concentrated than in any other room in this castle. Even the Tolol Oren could smell the Emperor's body on every inch of the room.

He placed the tray on the nightstand located on the left side of the bed. Not just put it, but Tolol Oren decorates the tray with rose petals of roses located next to the bed. Then Tolol Oren looked around the room.

"Looks like I should tidy up this room a little," muttered Tolol Oren.

~o0o~

Emet Selch stared at the lavender-haired figure opposite his seat. Now they are sitting in a circle at a round table with Emet Selch as the center.

"Hythodeus, what made you refuse this coronation?" Emet Selch asked the lavender haired – Hythodeus.

Hythodeus smiled softly. He didn't seem afraid of Emet Selch's sharp gaze at him. Perhaps because he was also one of the most important people in the Garlean Empire and was also good friends with Emet Selch.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I do not feel worthy enough to receive the gift of Power From Your Majesty. The science I have is still very far from what you would expect. So I would like to recommend Hermes to occupy the chair you have chosen." Hythodeus said while still smiling.

Emet Selch squinted. He knew how great Hermes was, so he did not hesitate to agree to the advice of Hythodeus. "If it were Hermes, I wouldn't reject that suggestion."

"I know if you will agree to that advice Your Majesty."

"Then why don't you bring Hermes this time?"

"I really wanted to take him, but he was not at home."

Emet was silent for a moment. "Then let's see him now."

"I'm afraid if it's too hasty, Your Majesty," Hythodeus said. "Shouldn't we devise a way to recruit Hermes in such detail to prevent him from rejecting the recruitment."

Emet nodded slightly. "You are right Hythodeus. Then, would you like to have dinner with me?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have to go home quickly because I have something to do."

"Is it more important than having dinner with me?"

"Very important. I had to draft a building plan for the Garlean Empire."

Emet found it too futile if he forced Hythodeus to stay longer. Although the man has a gentle nature, Hythodeus is also quite stubborn.

"Well then. You can get out now."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

~o0o~

Emet Selch entered his room. As soon as he opened the door, he was immediately surprised by Tolol Oren, cleaning under the bed. At the moment, Tolol Oren is in a move with the rear and higher than the front position with his back to Emet Selch.

"Akhem!"

"Your Majesty!" Tolol Oren rose swiftly. "You're back?"

"Why are you still here?" Emet Selch asked as he stepped forward.

"You told me to stay here until you left." Tolol Oren looked at Emet carefully. "So, I will come out now, Your Majesty."

Tolol Oren had almost passed the room door when Emet Selch called him.

"I didn't tell you to come out."

"What should I do again, Your Majesty?"

Emet Selch sat on the edge of the bed and opened his black robe. He only wears a thin white shirt that reveals his athletic curves. Tolol Oren sprang up when he saw the Lord's body.

"I need a little massage."

"I'll massage you."

Tolol Oren is approaching. He climbed the bed to make it easier as he massaged Emet. Then his tiny palm pressed against Emet Selch's shoulder. Tolol Oren is massaging so painstakingly. Although having a small body does not mean that he does not have the strength to massage Emet Selch's large body.

While Emet Selch looks still grim from his meeting earlier. He wanted Hythodeus to occupy the seat of power he chose. Emet doesn't like it when his plans don't go well.

"What are you thinking, Emet Selch?"

"Huh?"