Don't mention her name or you will die.

The death of Emperor Felix Claude, assassinated by his own son, the second prince, Rascal Claude, has now spread far and wide. News of Felix's death has spread throughout the empire and even to other kingdoms. Rascal is now the new emperor, the Tyrant Emperor.

The scheming nobles are talking about it, claiming that Rascal did this because of your desire to become empress before his death. Then, a week later, the nobles are found dead.

"Remind them all, anyone who mentions or involves my wife in any bad talk, I will kill them with my own hands," Rascal said, ordering Reo, the best knight in the Claude Empire and Rascal's best friend. Rascal's gaze fell on a large picture frame hanging on the wall, his hand caressing the painting, clean and well-maintained. The painting shows you, healthy, beautiful, and charming.

He misses your smile and mischief.

"My wife loves jewelry, and she also wants to be empress. She's a bit naive, isn't she?" Reo simply listened to Rascal's longing words. After your death, his emotions were always overwhelming, becoming silent and indifferent. "I lost my naughty wife..." His voice was heavy, hoarse, and painful. So painful.

"I miss the sound of her calling me Rasc, her panicked screams when I was hurt, even her sweet smile when she was sick... And then finally..." Rascal realized what he had said, his lips pressed together, the loss still felt like a huge hole that couldn't be patched.

Three months had passed, winter had arrived, and so had a powerful sorcerer who dared to confront the Tyrant Emperor, Rascal Claude. "Your Majesty, I can bring your wife back."

And here Rascal was, scratching the back of his neck in confusion, the imperial kitchen filled with flour. And you stood there, disheveled, disheveled, but charming. "Honey... It hasn't even snowed yet. And you're already... Oh my..." He burst out laughing, seeing your seemingly innocent look.

The servants had restrained you from entering the kitchen, but your stubbornness prevailed, and this was the end of that kitchen. Filled with flour and messy.