I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

"That's right. It's never going to happen, and it's a shame for the imperial family."

The servant, who was responding to Aisha's words, felt a strange sense of incongruity.

'I heard that the saints come from a different world, so their way of thinking is a little different from the people here, and they are particularly sėnsɨtɨvė to discrimination against women. Looking at the Queen it doesn't look exactly the same.'

But it didn't matter now. he was not in a position to be concerned about such things as he had to follow the orders of the high one.

Aisha, who was silently biting her nails, made a face as if she had decided something.

"Let's stop investigating Robelia for now."

"Yes."

"Instead, there's something you have to do."

"What is it?"

"I copied several copies of the letter I will be writing from now on and delivered it to the media. The Empire's five major daily newspapers are in the hands of the imperial family, so please distribute them elsewhere."

"Especially the Yellow Paper, which deals only with vulgar and useless gossip, the better."

"That's... Why?" People wouldn't trust articles in such places."

"In such a place, the imperial family has less influence, and they are not afraid of public power."

It didn't take long before Aisha wrote a letter.

Although the content was not long, information such as place names, lives, and days was specific, and the vocabulary was stimulating. Indeed, it was information that would make gossip paper drool.

"Also, nobles who pretend to be decent on the outside tend to look for such news with their eyes turned on."

"That….. Is that so? I thought the nobles would only see the five major daily newspapers of the empire....."

"The more people pretending to be dignified outside, the more they fall for the lowly back story. It's okay to bet. I wonder how much ripple this letter will have."

Aisha put the stationery in an envelope and handed it to the servant without sealing it.

The servant was still tense, but soon realized that it didn't matter.

'Well, it's not my fault even if there aren't any rumors. I just have to do what I tell them to do.'

However, it didn't even take three days for Aisha's idea to be revealed.

******

Weekend Opinion, one of the capital's yellow press outlets.

"Eight! Did you bring something like this now as a knight!"

William Bonner, editor of The Weeknd Opinion, nervously threw a bunch of manuscripts.

"What, a new monster found in the Giral Mountains? A necklace with the curse of the Mumbah monarchy? Did you really think this was fun?"

"I'm really sorry!"

"I really don't have much news these days....."

"All the subscribers will be eliminated! You guys. Do you know what occult specialist we are? Do you think our readers want this?"

Bonner screamed loudly.

"A celebrity's secret love affair! Or a celebrity's illegitimate child, a hidden blemish! Bring that real news!"

"Ha, but such news doesn't come out all the time....."

"Boys, if there is no news, we should make it and bring it!"

Reporters shuddered as Bonner slammed the desk.

"Where is this place? It's the Weeknd Opinion. It's a place where the famous Dalia Clements' hidden illegitimate child, Patricia Ashby and the Earl of Whittington's secret love affair, and the commoner's lover Youngsik, Marquis Benedict hit the jackpot!"

"........"

"Where is the human who doesn't come out of dust? If you stick together for 168 hours a week and cover it closely, you'll get news from any guy. If you don't have the will and passion to do that, pack up and get out! Ran...! When I was a trainee reporter....."

That was when the editor-in-chief's 'At my time' was about to begin.

"Chief Editor! This is a mail from an anonymous informant."

"What? Isn't it like a cursed necklace again? Use it as a kindling if it's not really worthwhile information!"

Editor-in-Chief Bonner's face, who had been sullen at first, turned a rosy color at the follow-up words of the apprentice worker.

"That's... information about Empress Robelia's hidden authority!"

"What?!"

His 20-year career as a journalist was sounding the alarm.

This wasn't just a piece of junk information.

This was... great news.

**********

After receiving the report, The Weeknd Opinion's office, which had been idle, became very busy.

"There are no particularly interesting articles, so I'll write this news as the main article in this issue. I'll fill 20p with just the story of the empress's journey in La Mancha and the authority."

When editor-in-chief Bonner was contemplating the most provocative headlines, an apprentice reporter with a worried face approached.

"I..... Editor-in-chief. I know the Empress went to the streets of La Mancha, but where did the information about the hidden authority come from?"

"Can't you even see this? The Empress bought a large amount of ȧduŀt products from La Mancha. It is widely known that the current Emperor and Empress do not have a good relationship, so the Empress must have bought them for use with other men."

"That... Then, isn't it the editor's guess in the end? Are you really okay? Even writing such a speculative paladin about the imperial family..."

"Hey, this is not speculation! It's rational reasoning based on deductive thinking! Even if it isn't, according to imperial law, domestic media outlets except for the five major media outlets have freedom of speech. No matter how imperial, our Weekend opinion I can't help it, because the Empire is a rule of law."

After passing over the sincere worries of the apprentice reporter with a single snort, the editor-in-chief began to sharpen his printing skills.

"Can't you move a little faster? It's all for the people's right to know! You guys are carrying out a very important and glorious mission!"

In this way, Weekend Opinion set a new record for the number of copies printed since its inception.

Aisha did not stop by putting a tip on the Weeknd Opinion.

'People are more interested in exclusive reporting, so it would be better to be satisfied with one media report, and next.....'

She used people to spread rumors in social circles.

'Soon, surprising news about the imperial family will be announced. The first place to be reported is Weekend Opinion.' Called.

The words 'surprising news related to the imperial family' pricked up the ears of many nobles.

"What on earth is the amazing news related to the imperial family?"

"Did the Empress Dowager even have children?"

"Maybe it's about another empress or another authority."

"I'm really looking forward to any story."

People who like celebrity gossip inflated their expectations by making wild guesses.

And... The publication date of Weekend Opinion, which many people waited and looked forward to.

"Excellent news! Her Majesty Robelia has come to the streets of La Mancha!"

"It is said that 30 slaves were bought with a blank check and brought into the Imperial Palace!"

"There is also an analysis of the Empress's hidden authority for a total of 12p!"

The Weeknd Opinion published more copies than ever, but sold more than ever before.

The quantity prepared for a week was sold out in only 3 hours, and after that, all the manpower was mobilized to print additional copies, but it was impossible to keep up with the demand.

Editor-in-chief William Bonner screamed with joy.

"Yes, this is it! Isn't this the strength of our Weekend Opinions! Hahahahaha!"

The streets of La Mancha, a place that noble women shy away from even looking at them.

The news that none other than the Empress had visited there, and that they had purchased ȧduŀt products and slaves in large quantities was a very interesting topic.

"How did she even become an empress..... she's not even ashamed...."

"Your Majesty the Empress is by no means a virtuous lady to buy slaves, as well as these shameful things."

"I knew this from an early age. Don't you get a feeling just by looking at the clothes that your Majesty the Empress usually wears?"

"By the way, with whom did you buy these ŀėwd things? That seems to be the most important part."

However, Robelia, who was the party, was one of the last to know this news because she only read newspapers dealing with current affairs, economics, and politics, and had no interest in gossip.

"Your Majesty the Empress! You're in trouble."

"Ha-am, what's going on since morning?"

Robelia opened her eyes only when the sun was rising in the middle of the sky because the maiden woke her and rubbed her eyes.

"It seems that the news that Your Majesty has been to the streets of La Mancha has been published in a gossip called The Weeknd Opinion!"

"It is said that as a main article, the length is over 30 pages! What should I do with this, Your Majesty? It's really, really, really big deal!"

Robelia's eyes widened at the words of the maids.

"What... What?"

"Don't be too hurt, Your Majesty. Because we are proud of you, your Majesty."

"That's right. We know. Your Majesty has a pure and chaste heart..."

When the maids were comforting them wholeheartedly... Robelia jumped out of the bed.

"Hurray! The rumor has finally spread!"

"Yes...Yes?"

"I also thought that if there were no real rumors, I would write and spread it myself. I'm so glad! What I did was not in vain!"

The maids opened their mouths at Robelia's abnormal reaction.

Leaving behind the maids who looked at each other with puzzled faces, Robelia grinned.

'Okay, as long as it's like this, public opinion about me will bottom out, and then even Alexander will have no choice but to let me go.'

She thought.

'Because he is a man risking his life for political gain. Would you leave a wife who is not politically helpful like me?'

But all her predictions were wrong.

It was around 1:00 PM that day, at lunchtime, when Robelia found out about it.

"The Emperor is calling an emergency press conference, Your Majesty!"

"What? Press conference?"

Robelia dropped the fork she was eating on the plate. She thought this was her last supper at the imperial palace, and she was filling her stomach.

"Yeah, besides.... Her Majesty's must also attend!"

"What? Me too?"

"Yes. You must go, Your Majesty! The press conference is less than half an hour away."

Robelia's back was pounding.

'That person, what are you planning again this time?'