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nEtheus Calendar July 6th, year 359

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nA man was sitting in his chair. The chair had a red velvet cushion, frame made of gold, and a lion crafted on the armrest that had blue diamonds as eyes. It was a chair that was the epitome of luxury, and a symbol of power and wealth, but it was all useless to him.

nThe man slowly pulled his body up from the chair.

nGolden hair that shined brighter than the rising sun, clear orange eyes, a nose that seemed to have been crafted by the century’s greatest sculptor, and a jawline that had both smoothness and manliness.

nHe was a man that made others say ‘God is unfair’.

nThe man came down from his chair. I swallowed nervously subconsciously.

n“Rosaline.”

nHe came up to me. I answered, avoiding his eyes as best as I could.

n“Yes, your majesty.”

n“What did you say you wanted?”

nThe holder of absolute power. Ruler of the continent and judge of the three oceans. The legend of victory and the owner of the sword Estina, which was brought down by God. He asked me.

nI raised my gaze slowly. I checked his expression. A straight forehead, slightly bent eyes, closed in a line but a loose mouth. He was in a very good mood.

n‘Should I say it?’

nI looked up at him with fascinating eyes.

n“Go ahead, Rosaline. I’ll grant anything you wish for.”

n“Really?”

nI asked in a lark-like voice. I felt like puking at my own voice but it was a pure, soft voice that matched my appearance perfectly.

n“Of course.”

nI calmed my breathing. I was wondering if I should say it but I felt like I would never get another chance if I didn’t say it now. I breathed in.

n“Your majesty, I wish to quit being your secretary. I want to quit.”

nHis face cooled down immediately. It was as if his face had become a type of ice that never melts.

n“No.”

n“What? But you said you would grant anything I wished for?”

n“Rosaline.”

nHis voice became low. It was like the growling of a predator that had found its prey after days of starvation.

n‘He’s angry!’

nI could feel it. Although there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his forehead, I could tell right away.

n“Do you want to die?”

n“What?”

nI only said I wanted to quit, so why does it feel like I’m confronting the grim reaper?

nNot at all. I wanted to live a long, happy life, so I worked as a secretary for a tyrant instead of my brother. For 5 years at that!

n“Rosaline, there’s only one way you can quit being my secretary.”

n“W-what’s that?”

nI somehow felt like I knew the answer. But I couldn’t let go of my one strand of hope.

nHis majesty, who was smiling, came towards me. He slowly lowered his gaze. His red lips moved next to my ear.

nMy hope was crushed.

n“When you die, you can quit.”

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