I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

The first song is over. The guests did not spare a round of applause.

"Again! Again!"

"Thank you very much."

Aisha smiled lovingly and put her side hair back at a calculated angle. As expected, several young aristocratic young men were exposed to the appearance.

"The next song is the Bavarian Concerto No. 1, 'Mask'."

"Oh my, the Bavarian Concerto…"

"That difficult song."

Because classical music was a basic culture for the nobles, everyone quickly understood what kind of song Aisha was trying to play.

"I will use accompaniment because the mask is a concerto".

Aisha blinked at the maids. Soon, the maids came out with a gigantic champagne.

The maids put the needle on the sp board. The mainspring of the gramophone powered by magic started to spin, and a crackling sound began to come out of the fallopian tubes.

'[The Mask is a concerto, but above all else, the piano stands out.]'

Aisha controlled her breathing and placed her finger on the keyboard again.

'Okay, this will definitely be engraved in everyone's mind. The way I play the piano.'

However… …

[Direct, supportive… .]

From the gramophone's fallopian tube, from which the accompaniment I had prepared in advance should flow out...

[I mean, do you understand what I mean?"

A strange voice began to be heard.

[No, of course, Your Highness…. But I'm a little worried. What should I do if I am caught spreading rumors about Empress Feha and return to the sea?」

[Are you spreading rumors? Duchess, when you say that, I feel like I'm spreading rumors. This is not a rumor, it is true to the end]

[Oh, yes, but it seems that it can directly damage the reputation of the Empress Dowager… ]

Blood drained from Aisha's face, who had been listening, wondering if noise had entered.

"Is this the original content?"

"It's like the voice of Her Highness...…"

"Is the other Duchess Seliman?"

The guests began to roar.

Aisha jumped up from her seat.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and turn it off!"

The maids ran to the gramophone and tried to stop it immediately.

However....

[The Duchess of Seliman. Do not worry too much. She said that the fact that Her Majesty the Empress brought thirty slaves to the palace was also reported in the newspaper. It's just a reminder of what everyone has forgotten.]

[That, but. I am worried that I will be discovered...]

"What are you doing now? I told you to turn it off right now!"

Aisha exclaimed urgently.

"Turn it off, I'm trying to turn it off."

"Hey, What's wrong with this?"

However, no matter how much the maids tried to stop the playback, this mysterious sound continued to flow.

Even if the output of magic power is cut off, the turntable is stopped, even if the needle is removed and the sp plate is removed...…. The sound never stopped.

[Then… All right. The Queen's Highness.]

[I believe in the outstanding human power and influence of the Duchess of Seliman, and the fact that she will be of great help in this matter.]

In haste, Aisha almost lost her mind.

shed! Kajik, the expensive and delicate magic tools owned by the imperial palace began to crumble in spirit.

[This is not a manipulation, Duchess. It's just a generalization. The people have the right to know what kind of delinquency Her Majesty the Empress is committing.....]

The gramophone stopped regeneration only after it was completely smashed or shattered.

Aisha took a breath and looked down at the broken gramophone.

When I came to my senses, I had a hand dusted with a dirty mop handle in my hand.

"Oh, my!"

Aisha freaked out and let it go. She clinked and her mop sack fell onto the marble floor.

There was no one speaking for a while, and only silence filled the party hall.

Everyone here could not believe what was happening.

"Wha, what the hell is this…"

Aisha trembled softly with a pale face. Her gaze drifted unsteadily into the air.

Despair, fear and misery. In those intense emotions that seemed to shake her whole body, she lost her reason for returning.

"I, it's a manipulation! Everyone, are you aware of that? That I can't deliberately create public opinion about the Empress..."

"........"

"You know. I've only been here for a year and don't know much about the Empire... well, I can't do such a mean thing!"

"......."

"R, right?"

Aisha looked around eagerly.

But everyone avoided her gaze and did not give her the answer she wanted in advance.

"It's not just one year. You don't know 'one year'."

A shrill voice echoed through the hall.

"It's been a year and you still don't know much about the Empire. You speaks those words very well."

A tall handsome man stood where everyone's eyes gathered.

He's right... He was Duke Norman Schwarzkopf.

"In the end, isn't that the fact that you have been faithfully performing your duties as the Queen?"

His ghostly red eyes were glaring at Aisha with a cool light.

Seeing those cold eyes, Aisha was astonished as if she was out of breath.

"Duk, Duke Schwarzkopf... "

I had no choice but to do that. Although he was stubborn, he was one of those people who cared for Aisha more than anyone else.

There was a story behind his devotion to Aisha.

The Duchy of Schwarzkopf was the northernmost frontier of the empire and was full of monsters.

The people of the Duke of Schwarzkopf hardly ever left the duchy, so they seldom come down to the capital during the socializing season.

There were only rumors about Duchess Schwarzkopf. Among them, 'The Duke's people are half-human, half-evil monsters because they live with demons and ȧssimilate with them. There were even rumors that 'or even', the people of the duke are of the blood of a monster, and they mate with a monster so that the blood of the monster does not open and they give birth to a mixed race child.

Meanwhile, one day, the previous duke came to the capital with his only son after 17 years. Because it was a sudden event without any warning, people were suddenly confronted with the protagonists of the rumors.

The previous Duke he actually met was a cold-blooded geek who feared humans, and the duke's son had silver hair and red eyes, which is extremely rare even in the Empire.

People were talking about Confucius Schwarzkopf. He is a half-human, half-horse monster. It was clear that his mother was a monster.

Such rumors are not yet over. Until the death of the previous Duke and Norman Schwarzkopf inherited the title, earning the nickname 'The Duke of the Monster'.

Up until now, Norman has always been alone. For some reason he came down to the capital every social season, but he did not attend social events and kept contact with people to a minimum.

Norman, for the first time in his life, began to form a lasting relationship with someone. It was Aisha.

As he followed Aisha well, voices praising Aisha, saying, "The saint who tamed even monsters."

Aisha was also pleased with him. He was a wealthy man in the empire, and except for his unusual hair color and eye color, he was a very handsome man.

Moreover, the people around her praised her and the public opinion improved just by being close to him, so there was no way Aisha could turn away from him.

So far, Norman has taken whatever she said positively and has shown affection.

It was one of her great pŀėȧsurės to see a young benevolent smile in those red eyes that others said was terrifying.

But today, what was contained in those red eyes was not a favorable feeling.

It was evident hostility and anger.

"Duk, Duke. Why are you like that? You don't believe me? You know me well. I'm not the type of person to say things like that..."

"Of course, I believed in the Queen's majesty, her good heart, until just a few minutes ago."

Norman said, pointing to the shattered gramophone.

"However, it is a special magic tool that is monopolized by the imperial family, and it is absolutely impossible to manipulate the sound source. It is natural because it was developed for national defense security and criminal investigation."

Aisha couldn't resist at all.

I had no interest in national defense and investigations, so I didn't know anything about it either.

"That…... well, that's..... the your….."

Aisha used her last resort.

it was just tears.

"You mean you don't believe me…? Do you think I manipulated public opinion to harm the Empress?"

Transparent tears fell beautifully on her white face.

Aisha knew. Norman was weak with her tears.

Originally, the men here were weak against a lady's tears, but his case was particularly strong.

She remembered that when she encountered a bully a few months ago, he was angry just by shedding tears and punished the bullies at once.

So, this time too, he will surely show a softened reaction.

Aisha thought so, thinking that the corners of her eyes, which were filled with pure white eyelashes, would curl uncontrollably.

However…..

"I'm sorry, but yes. That's right."

The face of the person who looked at her was so cold.

"It's a fact I never want to believe, but it is the reality. I have dedicated a lot to Your Highness the Queen, but I cannot deny the reality and cover up Your Highness."

His voice saying that was completely different from before.

Rather than the firm and sincere warmth voice when he spoke to her before...

'It was the same voice he was talking to the other ladies at the last Duchess Seliman's tea party.'

Aisha's breath seemed to suffocate at the shocking fact.

"Sorry for ruining the party atmosphere. Then I will get going."

With that voice dry, as if speaking to a complete stranger, Norman turned his back on her, as he did at the tea party.

Many people watched his back, unable to breathe.

Aisha couldn't even turn her eyes to that side.

I had a headache and couldn't breathe well.

How the hell did it come to be? I couldn't understand reality.

'Who is it? You swapped the sp version of the magic tool?'

Aisha repeated the question without an answer.

'Who the hell is torturing me like this with what purpose!'