I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

The day of the National Assembly right after the tea party.

The young Count was feeling an unprecedented tension in life.

'Is what I'm going to do right?'

But I was curious to step forward in front of young count, and I couldn't stop asking if I could.

Moreover, he had included other noble friends who would support him. As a young man with less than a year of experience, he couldn't present the agenda alone at the state affairs meeting.

'Yeah, so many young aristocrats suggest in one voice what's going on.'

The young Count was not there at the time of Clexton's dismissal, so he was unaware of the reason for his dismissal.

Had Clexton known exactly why he was stubborn, no matter how much women had moved their backs, he would never have come forward.

'And it's a good enough agenda to come up to the National Assembly. Such a vicious, empty-headed woman is the Empress. That's ridiculous. Rather, the queen's highness suits the position.'

Robelia, when I thought of that evil woman, my heart was boiling.

It is ridiculous to bring tears to the eyes of the Queen, who persecuted the Queen and dared to be sublime and orphaned. As a young man who thinks of the country, he could never sit still.

The young Count admired himself for his patriotism and loyalty.

"I will start the 137th National Assembly."

The meeting began with the words of the secretary.

"Your Majesty the Respectful Emperor. I would like to say something before the full-scale meeting begins."

"What's going on, Count Drape?"

His uncle and mentor, Marquis Jaco, asked embarrassedly at the unexpected remarks.

"Didn't you always ask me to get confirmation before you came up with an agenda, count!"

But the young count was firm.

'I have to take this opportunity to show clearly that I am not a child who always follows my uncle's opinion.'

He didn't even look toward his uncle, looking only straight ahead.

Since all the nobles were standing, I saw the black crown of Alexander sitting and reading the papers.

"I have an agenda for our seven young nobles to propose as the subject of this conference. It is about Her Majesty robelia."

"We will share the report we have investigated with all the female employees."

"Count Drap! When the hell is this... How can you prepare for this without a word from your uncle?"

The embarrassed Marquis of Jaco tried to block the Count's remarks, but such actions only incited repulsion.

"No, Marquis Jaco. Stay still."

A low but far-flung voice shook the conference hall.

"This is interesting. It is an agenda for public debate and punishment for the empress's atrocities."

It was the emperor. As he lifted his head, the golden eyes flashed. Even the Count, who was full of strength and courage, looked stinging and intense.

"Is this really your opinion, young nobles?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I see. Let's keep going."

Alexander's mouth, saying so, was slightly curled up, and the Count interpreted it as a positive meaning.

'Your Majesty is interested in our opinion. It's a good sign.'

The Count, who thought so, got a little courage.

'I am at the bottom of the seat now, but I might be able to get my ability and wisdom recognized for this incident! Then I can be as good as my uncle.'

He coughed and opened his mouth.

"Yes, then, let me tell you, according to our research....."

The count announced the atrocities of Robelia that he had been investigating. In particular, the focus was on ȧssaulting the Marquis Wilhelm, which was the most controversial in society, and entrusting the inside affairs of the palace to outsiders.

"Huh, that......"

"Young people these days....."

The old guards muttered with confused faces, but the Count didn't take it to heart. It was obvious that they were typical old generations like my uncle anyway.

'For that proof, His Majesty was laughing throughout my presentation. You must have considered my presentation meaningful.'

As he felt, there was a light laugh all over Alexander's face.

After reading the report at a rapid pace, he was looking straight at himself. It's a sign that he's concentrating on his presentation.

".....It's a prize."

After finishing the presentation, he bowed.

The conference hall was quiet. Nobody clapped their hands.

However, the old guards looked at each other with faces that couldn't be helped, and my uncle, Marquis Jaco, was looking at the emperor's eyes with a pale face like a sheet of paper.

The low voice broke the silence.

"Good job on your presentation, Count Drape."

"You said this was your opinion. Are you sure no one else's breath was included in the opinion?"

My heart was filled with wonder if I would be praised. The count drew a line with his uncle as if he had waited.

"Yes, it is. This is only what I and six of my close friends have investigated and prepared together."

"That's fortunate."

"Haha, I'm like that...."

"The fact that there are only seven stupid guys in this place."

what? The count immediately doubted his ears.

With the sound of pulling the chair, Alexander got up from his seat.

Even though it was so far away, the size and pressure were enormous, so the Count almost stepped back.

It wasn't just that. A pair of gold-an resembling a wild beast touched him. The Count shuddered without knowing it.

"The Empress ȧssaulted the Marquis Wilhelm in a public place. Have you thought about why the Empress did such a thing?"

"Yes? Oh, no.... That's... "

Terrified by the rapidly changing atmosphere, the Count rolled his head desperately.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't tell why Robelia did it. The Marquis Wilhelm's reputation among male nobles was not bad.

"Secretary."

"yes."

When Alexander called, secretary Robert brought him a pile of documents that he had quickened. Alexander sprinkled it as if tossing it.

"If your head isn't attached as a decoration, read it. All the lords."

Countlessly picked up the papers and read them. According to what is written on the document....

'Marquis Wilhelm's military material leak and tax embezzlement charges?!'

It wasn't just the Count who was shocked.

"What did Marquis Wilhelm do?"

"But this evidence is perfect. Huh.... Marquis Wilhelm, I didn't know that he was...."

Each participant at the conference was shocked to read the papers that Alexander had sown.

It was surprising, but Alexander's evidence was so perfect that I couldn't help believing it.

"The Marquis was about to flee to the Rutican Kingdom. The Empress knew this in advance and made her own efforts to prevent the Marquis Wilhelm from escaping. even with the expense of fading her own reputation."

"No, that's the meaning of Her Majesty's actions.....!"

"That was an amazing idea."

No one doubted Alexander's words. Originally, the scariest thing is to mix some lies with the truth.

"I didn't know that her Majesty had done such a thing with such a deep will."

"Her Majesty would not have known that such an act in public would do a great harm to her reputation."

"What a noble sacrifice is this? Her Majesty, who considered the security of the country rather than personal fame, is truly a patriot."

The vassals admired with one voice.

Meanwhile, the Count's head was all white.

'What, the empress's actions meant that? Well, then the things that I announced.......'

But he could not back down. If he does, he'll be done today!

The count hung on another agenda.

"Wel... how about hiring an outsider for the palace's internal affairs? This is a huge outflow of state coffers, a breach of duty as an empress!"

Alexander smirked. But in the count's eyes, his laughter no longer seemed hopeful.

"You know what the palace was like when Queen Aisha was in charge of the interior affairs of the palace, right?"

"I've prepared some information about her, so open your eyes and watch."

Alexander threw another document. It didn't seem to have given much strength, but the papers flew away and fell in front of the Count.

"The Empress realized then. How unreasonable it is for only one or two people to manage the affairs of the palace. Outside the palace, a number of ministers and deputy ministers share their duties, but the current interior of the palace prevents the empress from doing business. It is a dangerous situation where the entire work is paralyzed."

"The only way to break this situation right now is to use the power of outsiders. The Empress foresaw such an emergency and prepared a preventive measure. Do customs matter to you? Is it important to come up with safety measures to ensure that the palace's internal operations run smoothly at any time?"

"tha, that's....."

I couldn't keep my mouth shut. My throat was suffocated as if I had blocked up with something big.

The count felt his eyes turning yellow.

"Now the problem is one."

The count saw Alexander walking toward this side. The overwhelming atmosphere, which grew every step he took, weighed down on him.

"The question of how to deal with these seven idiots who defamed the empress with their tongue without knowing what's going on."

"your, Your Majesty!"

The Marquis Jaco hurriedly stood before the emperor.

"This is something that happened due to my lack of education. I will teach him about the laws of the court, so please forgive him for his young age and blood... Ugh!"

With one gesture of Alexander, the Marquis fell too easily.

"I can't take the blame of a young man who passed the terms and conditions and held an ȧduŀt ceremony as a young man. He is old enough to take responsibility for his words and actions. Isn't it?"

At some point, his enormous shade fell over the Count's head.

The teeth cracked and my body trembled. It seemed as if the sky was spinning.

"Your, your, your majesty. Please forgive me..."

"You seem to have no intention of taking responsibility for your words anyway."

Alexander said disappointedly.

"A word can save and kill people. Do you think anyone who doesn't know its weight needs to have something so dangerous?"

An instinctive fear that cannot be controlled by reason. It was as if I was facing a huge beast.

Tears and sweat trickled down the side face. Neither honor nor courtesy was important anymore. The count tightened his head on the floor.

"ple, please forgive me! If you forgive me once..... again.....!"

"The Knights Commander."

"yes."

However, Alexander did not pretend to hear the Count's words of dire forgiveness. He said in a harsh voice.

"Drag and cut Count Drape's useless tongue."

"I accept your request."

Those lowly and grim words were like a bleak power to the Count.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Please forgive me! Please forgive me..... Nagh!"

A rough grasp gripped the count by the collar. Without mercy, the count was dragged out of the meeting in a miserable way.

"And I order all the 7 members who participated in this job to be sentenced to jail. The period..... hmm, let's think slowly."

"yes."

Young nobles were dragged out by the knights.

Meanwhile, the vassals couldn't even cheep. There was an uncomfortable and heavy silence in the conference hall.

As the knights left, said Alexander, who seemed to have had nothing to do with him, returned to the top seat.

"What are you doing? Let the meeting continue."

There was a delicate smile on his face who said so.