History at the Library

Julian remembered the violet eyes that he had seen through the gap in the books.

Having been trained to prevent assassinations or raids, his motor vision was remarkable.
Thanks to this, he could see things quite clearly no matter how dark it was everywhere.

She clearly saw even the minute look of the emperor and the Cardel in the library that day.

His eyes were raised to the limit when they met, but they were quite impressive.
Because she ran away with a loud noise like a jerk.

Of course, it was a loudness that only sensitive emperor ears could catch.

He didn’t know who, but he didn’t mean to find out.
It was because the only person left in the library at that time was a night librarian, and the librarian who happened to see the scene while passing by was sure to save herself.

So Julian hasn’t done anything since.
No, he completely forgot.
If only Cardel hadn’t reminded him again.

Don’t say she’d spread it out in a novel.

She didn’t even get a proper education before she stepped into the palace? Pretending not to see or hear.
Isn’t this basic common sense?

Julian found it even more ridiculous in that Vivian was a user on a life contract, not just a maid.

Why are there so many things lost in the palace these days? This is how she repays the favor she received from the imperial family.

She was a world-class writer, and she was just going to catch him and accuse him of degrading the emperor.
If that were the case, Cardel would be sad and disappointed, but Julian would not be the kind of person to show such delicate consideration.

However, the investigation into Vivian revealed an unexpected fact.

“I mean, she was originally the only woman in the Count Marten family…”

If her life had gone smoothly, she might have been educated as the only heir to the family by now, or she might have already been a housekeeper.
If it hadn’t been for Count Marten, who was hit and killed by a wagon in debt.

In fact, it doesn’t even belong on a surprising axis.
The past of a woman who abandoned her family and signed a life contract despite her confidence in a noble woman could not have been ordinary.

What shocked Julian the most was that she was a writer sponsored by Aiden himself.

Also the only one.

“You’re a bibliophile, and now you’re sponsoring writers?”

He heard she’s a famous writer.
If this is how it was, he can’t kill her.

Julian thought little of it at first.
However, he was surprised by the words of the aide that followed.

“They say she’s been given a long vacation by the authority of the Grand Duke of Valentine for some time.
The Grand Duke did not immediately go down to the estate, but stayed with Vivian Marten in the capital.”

What kind of woman was she to do that for her? No matter how book-crazy brother is, it was a favor going too far.

Was she a lover or something?

No way.
My brother also has eyes for women.

It was that moment.
Julian recalled in the not-too-distant past that he had held on to Aiden, saying, Hold on to anyone and go out with them.

He sprang up from his seat with a pale face.

“No, but you can’t just grab anyone!’

Julian said, ‘Anyone’ as in a noblewoman from a prestigious family and must be true, wise and thoughtful.
There was a minimum condition that Vivian was from a prestigious family, but abandoned the family name and did not fit all the other conditions.

No, it just doesn’t fit anywhere.
Isn’t it exactly the opposite?

Julian wanted to oppose the two very violently.
However, interfering with it now has also lost its form.
He was the one who asked him to bring anyone.

The emperor summoned the Great Duke to the palace on that day and implied.

“Dear brother, do you know any librarian who has purple eyes?”

“……why do you ask that?”

And for the first time that day he could see Aiden’s face distorted like a demon.
He couldn’t even say if she was his brother’s lover.

“Are you concerned?”

Aiden asked back, and Julian was silent.
The atmosphere was as if a stabbing would occur if he said he cared.

When he was unable to touch Vivian hastily, he began to burn with a sense of duty to check the woman out with his own eyes.

How can she use him as the subject of my novel because she cooked a naïve brother who only knows books and a foolish Cardel who can’t say anything?

It’s more than he can ignore and overlook.
Already in Julian’s head, Vivian has begun to establish herself as a fox with a million tails.

As soon as darkness came, the emperor sneaked to the library.

“Good night.”