"Please, let's finally hold a proper funeral for Minelle. How long do you plan on hiding it?"

"Forever. That's why I’m trying to marry you. Lee Sook shouldn’t be the one in power."

"So you're planning to ruin my marriage and place me in the position of a prime minister, which I don’t even fit for. How rude."@@novelbin@@

"What's wrong with being a prime minister? I’d do it in your place if I could."

Minelle, disguised as Minelle, scowled at Iola and scoffed.

"I hope you haven’t forgotten the absolute principle of Saha. The successor should not be the ruler."

"I know. That’s why I’m asking you."

It was an awful request. Iola fidgeted with the coins in his pocket to calm himself down.

The allowance Viretta had given him acted as a calming agent.

He felt the raised edges of the coins with his fingertips and gently rubbed his neck with the other hand.

The bandages covered the injury, and he couldn’t feel it through his fingertips. The injury wasn’t deep, so it didn’t sting much either.

"...What made you change your mind all of a sudden?"

"I’m struggling to find a man who’ll keep my secret, even though he’s supposed to be a prime minister candidate. This is my last chance this year, and I can’t find anyone who stands out. If I delay this any longer, Aunt will go against me."

"It’s entirely your own problem, then."

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