Undercover Empress の小説・ストーリー

Are you kidding me? To all of the Empire, the Empress is renowned as a gentle mother. She is concerned about everyone, including his highness Azazel von Elysian, the illegitimate son. But that's what the public knows. (This devious woman...) And what's worse, she's good at reading people's expressions. For the sake of himself and Azazel, Olivier must maintain his composure and smile. (... But.. I can work as a double agent.) (While this is risky, it's worth a shot.)

Ember slowly walked upstairs, the keys hanging around her fingertip kept jingling while her other hand is holding a folder. The folder was given by Raverine before she left his restaurant. The folder has the picture of his mother named Jelita Agustine attached to a paper with Jelita’s personal information. Ember also saw a lot of personal information about Calil Heresy including Calil’s involvement in an undercover organization or similar to an underground economy.

"But not to me. The police will be far more patient listening to your story than I am. Take him out!" The entire room stood frozen in a chilling silence. No one expected the young CEO to uncover a manipulation case so meticulously hidden it was almost undetectable. It seemed his nickname, "The Financial Reaper," was not just a myth. Dominic Blackwood was a man who would not allow anyone to steal a single penny from his coffers without paying the ultimate price. "You are extraordinary, Mr. Blackwood. How did you notice such a minute flaw?" Mrs. Elizabeth, one of the major shareholders, asked with undeniable admiration.

“I… I think I have a crush on someone.” “What?!” Her scream earned us glares from the students sitting on the grass, reading. “Keep your voice down!” I whisper-yelled, narrowing my eyes at her. “Oh, come on, darling. You didn't expect me to keep my voice down when you just threw that bombshell at me. Now, tell me, who is the lucky man that got enough charm to pull a Playboy?"

The steward bowed and fled. Tristan threw off the covers. "Get up, Seir. The intermission is over." The Empress’s solarium was a place of cold, blinding light. The walls were made of glass, magnifying the pale sun until the room felt like an oven, yet the Empress sat by a fountain of ice-water, looking perfectly cool. Empress Vespera was beautiful in the way a diamond is beautiful—hard, sharp, and capable of cutting glass. She wore high-collared silver silk that encased her like armor.

She didn’t dignify the insult with a flinch. Emily sneered, pressing on. “Did I expose you? That’s who you are—Alicia. What bullshit Catherine? You’re not Alexander’s daughter. You can fool them, but not me.” Right on cue, the press team Emily had arranged swarmed in. Microphones and cameras lifted. Emily spread her arms as if welcoming a spotlight.

He didn’t forget to gloat over his antics punishing the empress for forgetting them. “Oh no… you are big trouble…” Emm shook her head after gloating for a minute. “I can bet you a million dollars that the Empress has already dobbed on you, and you are in big trouble with the demon emperor…” Emm continued with an all knowing expression. “Hymph!” Chris Jnr crossed his arms over his chest with a resentful expression ‘Little treasure was right… the empress would have already complained like a baby and the wife berserk demon is sure to take revenge…. His poor little bum!’