I Got Divorced, But I’m In A Rated-19 Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 59

“Kyaaaaaah!!”

“…What is it.”

Verheigen, who had been sleeping well, frowned deeply as he sat up, having been rudely awakened. He glanced at the time and saw it was time to wake up anyway. Why he hadn’t woken up as usual would need to be considered later.

As he turned his gaze to the source of the scream, he saw the pale face of the woman.

As soon as their eyes met, she stammered,

“Ah, no. Why are you in bed. No, why are you lying here? Did I do something…? Did I pounce on you?”

What is she talking about now? Verheigen rubbed his forehead.

“You didn’t do anything. Nothing happened.”

“…Really?”

“Then do you think I would be rolling around with you now and pretend not to know…”

“Ugh…!”

Lysith waved her hand to stop Verheigen’s words and felt her skin and waist. Her waist was fine, and there were no marks on her skin, so it seemed his words were true.

Although Verheigen’s gaze felt piercing as he looked at her in bewilderment, this was very important to Lysith.

After all, what if she had gone crazy from drinking and tried to complete a quest by pouncing on him! Finding herself in a situation like this when she couldn’t remember, she couldn’t help but be afraid.

It was frustrating enough that she couldn’t drink more than that, but to have a blackout on top of it… doubled her frustration. Unaware of Lysith’s feelings, Verheigen let out a hollow laugh with a face full of bewilderment.

“You wake up and immediately make me out to be a scoundrel?”

“Ah, no…”

At his words, Lysith, suddenly turned into a criminal, meekly knelt on the bed. She couldn’t become a criminal like this, so Lysith emphasized that she had misunderstood.

“As I said earlier, I thought I might have done something…”

“……”

Despite her words, Verheigen’s face was still colored with bewilderment. No, it seemed even more bewildered than before.

‘Why? Isn’t the misunderstanding cleared up?’

No sooner had Lysith thought this than Verheigen opened his mouth again.

“Just… how weak do you think I am?”

That was true. There was about a head’s difference in height between them, and quite a difference in build as well. Verheigen was tall and his physique was quite robust.

Who could do what to whom?

Who was it that lifted her with one hand and moved her last night?

Feeling wronged, Verheigen suddenly reached out a hand to her and demanded.

“Arm.”

“What?”

“Give me your arm.”

‘Why the arm? Is he going to put handcuffs on me? For insulting the imperial family?’

As she hesitantly extended both arms to him, a gaze followed that seemed to say, what is this woman doing?

“…Put one down.”

“Okay…”

It wasn’t that. As soon as she moistened her lips with her tongue out of embarrassment, one of her arms was grasped in his hand. Immediately, a question flew at her.

“Now. Compare your arm with mine.”

“Um… your arm is thicker?”

At Lysith’s foolish answer, Verheigen swallowed a sigh.

“…Anyway. But did you think it’s possible for you to knock me down? Do you seriously think that?”

“Drunk people have superhuman strength…”

“A woman who’s barely drunk a few times knows that so well?”

“I’ve heard people say that… No, but how do you know how much I drank, Your Majesty?”

It was true that she hadn’t drunk much. That is, Lysith hadn’t. But how did he know that? Perhaps due to the current situation, Lysith, who had completely forgotten her past wariness of the man before her, retorted immediately.

Verheigen, not particularly offended by Lysith’s retort, grinned.

“Didn’t you know? There’s nothing the Emperor doesn’t know.”

Lysith felt a bit competitive and asked something she thought he absolutely wouldn’t know, or even if he had found out through investigation, wouldn’t bother to memorize.

“Then, what’s my weight?”

“About 116 pounds.”

“……!”

Why on earth would you memorize that!

Shocked, Lysith covered her mouth with her free hand. Before she could voice the thought that had just occurred to her, Verheigen beat her to it.

“I’m not a pervert, so be quiet.”

“…I didn’t think that.”

“You did.”

There was no particular reason he had memorized her weight. It was just, you know, one of those things that happen in life. Things that you see in passing, not particularly important, but somehow sticks in your mind and you end up remembering. Lysith’s weight was just such a case.

Lysith gently shook her arm that he was still holding, as if to say she was done now and he could let go. At that moment, Verheigen, suddenly irritated by her sitting far away, pulled her sharply towards him.

The force of the pull was moderate, but Lysith, not expecting to be pulled, instantly lost her balance. With an “Oh!”, she ended up falling onto his thigh in an instant.

In the process, she instinctively thought she shouldn’t fall face-first and quickly twisted her upper body.

As a result, the two ended up in what is commonly called a lap pillow position, enveloped by an awkward atmosphere.

“……”

“……”

Wide-open red eyes and blue eyes met each other.

Looking at each other from a different angle than usual was more novel than expected. No, first of all, there probably hadn’t been anyone until now who could see the Emperor’s face from the Emperor’s lap.

At first, Lysith thought this:

‘Even from this angle, he shows no weakness.’

…But should she get up? If so, it was surprisingly silent to the point of being embarrassing. Considering his usual personality, he should have said something by now.

As Lysith was blinking, trying to gauge the right timing to get up, Verheigen was frozen, feeling again the sensation he had felt the night before.

The pair of blue eyes that had widened in surprise for a moment quickly regained their calm. Was she still drunk? Why wasn’t she hissing and being wary like before?

In fact, this was because Lysith’s wariness had somewhat eased due to the utterly ordinary conversation they had just had. But Verheigen, completely unaware of this, plunged into a sea of confusion.

This was exactly what he had been thinking last night.

When the person who had been bristling at him had dulled their thorns and burrowed completely into his arms…

Knock knock.

The thought that was about to continue seamlessly was interrupted by the sound of knocking.

He reflexively answered for them to come in, but the problem was that he was slower than usual, having been immersed in his thoughts.

“Your Majesty? I’m coming in…”

The door slowly opened, and Serul’s gaze, who had put one foot into the room, froze upon discovering the two people on the bed. In that state, as the Emperor’s and the aide’s gazes met, Serul bowed her head, looking truly apologetic.

“Have a good ti…”

“It’s not like that!!”

Just as Serul was carefully beginning to speak while backing away, Lysith jumped up, protesting that it wasn’t what it looked like, and then dashed out through another door.

The door she ran out of closed with a bang. As Verheigen watched Lysith’s retreating figure fleeing hastily, he slowly turned his gaze to stare at Serul, who, feeling guilty, began to look for an escape route.

Naturally, it was a completely useless action.

“Serul.”

“…Yes.”

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

“…That’s right.”

The man who slowly got up from the bed was a hundred times scarier than usual. Eventually, Serul, who had fully entered the room, approached his side as his superior desired.

“I bet even if I called the Grand Duke now, he’d come faster than you.”

Serul, who had been walking hesitantly but finally hurried to stand in front of Verheigen at his words, swallowed hard. Was he angry because he ruined the good atmosphere? Or was it because he had pushed them to be together yesterday?

To conclude, both reasons Serul thought of were correct.

It was a situation where a cat sitting quietly on his lap had been startled and ran away. The lap that had lost its warmth in an instant felt quite cold.

“First, let’s talk about why you did that.”

Although he was saying to talk about it, his eyes were terribly fierce. It was as if he could hear an auditory hallucination saying, ‘Go ahead and try to babble. I’ll listen.’

He desperately wanted to avoid the current situation, but there was no way to escape anyway. Well, surely he wouldn’t kill him, right? He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and answered.

“Aren’t you two getting along well?”

“…And?”

“…I didn’t think you had developed into a romantic relationship yet, though.”

What kind of person would be wary of someone they get along with? But looking at the situation alone, it was clear without hearing how outsiders might have thought.

“You knew it wasn’t like that, didn’t you?”

“I just…”

“Just?”

“……”

“……”

This bastard. As Verheigen, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly stood up, Serul let out an exaggerated scream and stepped back.

Not wanting to be grabbed by the collar and shaken by the Emperor, Serul hastily opened his mouth.

“But the atmosphere was good earlier, wasn’t it!”

“That’s…”

Verheigen, who had been walking towards his aide, stopped and furrowed his brow. He heard Serul’s exaggerated sigh from in front of him, but his thoughts stretched elsewhere.

What did he feel earlier when she suddenly got up and ran away?

He seemed to want to stop her from getting off the bed. To grab her, sit her back down on the bed. To tell her to stay close.

He might have reached out his hand for a moment.

“……”

He involuntarily rubbed his face.

Why had it come to this? It wasn’t about her being wary or anything. In an instant, it was his own wariness that had melted away.

This couldn’t go on.

So he impulsively blurted out.

“…I think it’s about time to send her away.”

<to be continued in volume three>