I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

'I'm probably fine But it's a shame that the rumors that the children brought from La Mancha are slaves.'

The perception of slaves in the empire, which is a hierarchical society, is not good. They are treated so lowly that even commoners despise them.

Moreover, the people who work in the Imperial Palace have strong pride even though they are commoners.

If it was known that the children were slaves, they might be ostracized or harassed by the courtiers.

I couldn't help but feel responsible because of the reporters digging into my own authority.

'I can't. I'll have to try to make up for it somehow against the royals. And if that doesn't work, I have no choice but to move the children's work to a distant place.'

***

However, Robelia's worries were only in vain.

Long before their identity was revealed to the Weeknd Opinion, they were showing off their outstanding talents in the Imperial Palace.

Moreover, in order to raise Robelia's name, they're even helping out in places other than her own territory!

Because of their outstanding abilities and even hard work, their popularity and influence within the imperial palace naturally increased.

Of course, it was true that everyone in the Imperial Palace was shocked to learn that they were slaves.

But... they already had considerable influence.

There were not many courtiers who could openly express their displeasure in a situation where every one of them had received their help.

Of course, there were also people who could not accept them as slaves.

"Look over there, isn't that guy the slave?"

"Her Majesty's Empress bought it from La Mancha?"

"As the rumor says, he has a good face."

"Anyway, what's the use of dragging his legs?"

All three were nobles, but their noble status did not guarantee a noble character.

They giggled and whispered among themselves, then deliberately slapped Caleb on the shoulder.

"Ouch, excuse me."

"You should go and wash right away. It must have been dirty."

"How dare you walk around with your head upright in the Imperial Palace for the subject being born in a grave of slave."

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you bumped into aristocrats on the subject of slavery, so you have to bow your head."

"Keep bowing your head. That kind of attitude suits you."

The smile faded from Caleb's face as they giggled as they passed.

'It's a familiar face. Did you say that you are a precious reader of the main author?'

Caleb thought.

'Let's see if you can laugh like that later.'

After a while, while taking a class from Robelia's magic teacher, Caleb heard a loud voice outside the window.

"Even if it's training, do it like it's real! Know how to get additional training throughout the evening if you neglect training or let each other go!"

And among them were the knights from earlier.

A good idea popped into Caleb's mind the moment he saw it.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I'm going to the bathroom."

After leaving the classroom with a reasonable excuse, Caleb headed to the gym where training was taking place.

He hid in the shade of a tree and pulled something green from his sleeve. It was a small grasshopper.

"Go and stick with that horse."

At Caleb's instructions, the grasshopper nodded it antennae head and ran away.

During training, the knights did not notice the approach of the small grasshopper.

The grasshopper clings to the thɨġh of a muscular horse.

'The most important thing is timing. The most decisive moment, the very moment, should not be missed.'

Caleb waited patiently for the moment.

And then, without fail, he came.

"Yep!"

When a knight with a ferret was blinded by victory and attempted a rather forceful attack, so the center of gravity was shifted slightly. Caleb aimed for that moment.

'Now.'

Caleb signaled the grasshopper, and the enchanted grasshopper bit the horse's buŧŧ.

"Heeheeee!"

The enchanted grasshopper surprised the horse because it was more powerful than expected, and the surprised horse began to run wild.

If only the man wasn't in a position that looked like he was about to fall.

"Argh!"

The man couldn't use his hand once and rolled away from the running horse.

"Stop training! It's a horse accident!"

"Call the surgeon!"

"Someone calm it down!"

"Aaaah! It hurts so much! Everyone, I think my leg is broken!"

Unfortunately, the man shed tears mixed with dirt.

The auditorium quickly became noisy. Some knights rushed to call the surgeon, while others tried to calm the horse. However, the horse surprised by the magic did not calm down easily.

The training officer scolded him while the surgeon rushed towards him.

"That guy, he's always been so ċȯċky, like I thought he was just such a jerk."

"It wasn't that he was injured by an attack, but that he fell off his horse….. that's a shame for the Imperial Knights."

The fellow knights looked at him as pathetic.

When the surgeon who examined the article made a diagnosis that the cruciate ligament ruptured and a cure might not be possible, Caleb left the gym behind.

"Now you're just like me. If there's one thing that's different from me..... Although it is the fact that there is no other Knights Templar that pull or drag their legs though."

Caleb twisted the corners of his lips as if suing.

"The teacher may be worried, so I should go back. Because Her Majesty said I should listen to the teacher carefully. I can't make the teacher worry, right?"

***

Public opinion in the palace was only a surprise after the rumor that they were slaves.

Even if they were slaves, it is true that they received help, so half of the opinion said that they should not be treated badly, and half of the opinion that slaves could not be tolerated.

Everyone has lived a rough life as slaves, so they are not succumbing to trifles and have the ability to handle the commotion wisely, but sometimes it was difficult.

After entering the Imperial Palace by Robelia, Vanya embroidered herself in her bedroom.

Fortunately, even after the identity was known, all the courtiers in the room were on the side of Vanya, but there were people in other areas who viewed her poorly.

While carefully moving her feet with a pile of rags and skeins on a tray, something stumbled and fell on her foot.

"Ah!"

The tray she missed fell and threads, rings, and cloth poured down.

A shadow cast over her head picking up threads in embarrassment.

"Look at that, the slave fell on her own stupidly."

"She must be slow to act because she's a lowly slave."

"They say all slaves are heretics? They say all heretics are vulgar and barbaric, but if you look at that idiot, it must be true."

They were courtiers in charge of Aisha's laundry.

Vanya ignored them and picked up a thread.

'I can't try to respond for no reason. Let's stay calm because it could be a disgrace to Her Majesty the Empress.'

At that time, someone's shoe came up on the thread she was about to pick up.

"Hey, please move your feet."

"Why? It suits a slave like you. Do these silver threads, gold threads, and silk threads belong to slaves?"

The laundry court lady laughed at Vanya and trampled on the thread.

"Oh my, the thread is dirty. A slave like you is such a dirty thread."

"Yeah. It suits her perfectly."

"Hahahhahah!"

"...….."

Hearing the sharp laughter of the laundry courtiers, Vanya tightly closed her eyes. It looked like water would come out.

'Still, I can't cry over this. It's a disgrace to the Her Majesty the Empress.'

"What are you doing? Don't you want to take it? It's yours."

The laundry court lady kicked a thread with her toes.

Vanya held back her humiliation and bowed down to pick it up.

It was then.

"Don't touch that dirty thing. It'll get your hands dirty."

The moment she heard that voice, Vanya's heart felt like it was going to drop.

'This voice.....'

That strong and resolute voice. Hiding cold anger under a sarcastic tone.....

'I haven't forgotten since I first heard it. This is definitely....'

It was rare to meet after meeting for the first time at an auction in La Mancha. But Vanya has never forgotten the voice and the face.

"Em, Empress...."

The moment she met her, emotion and joy appeared in Vanya's eyes, and surprise and fear appeared on the faces of the laundry courtiers.

"Can't you get your hands dirty working for me?"

Robelia walked towards this side with her red hair raised lightly and her lips covered with red lipstick, which is now her trademark.

Aisha's courtiers were considered extravagant, evil women who would ruin the country, but Vanya thought that such luxurious attire suited her perfectly.

"I, I'm sorry. Your Majesty."

Vanya quickly bowed her head. But Robelia shook her head.

"No, you don't have to apologize. Rather, I want to hear an apology... that's it."

Then, with her finger, her fingernails dyed red, she pointed to the courtiers. They were really confused and didn't know what to do.

"Your, Your Majesty….. W, what are you doing here..."

One of them bravely asked, but Robelia did not answer the question.

"The rag-like dirty thread suits your mouth better than my maid's hand. How can a mouth that only pours out dirty and mean words be different from a mop?"

Robelia's mouth was smiling as she said that, but her eyes were not.

A cold flame seemed to blaze in her determined green eyes.

"I'm really sorry."

"I'm really sorry, Your Majesty."

"But... we couldn't just watch the presence of such a pagan slave in the imperial palace where a precious woman like your Majesty lived. All of this happened due to excessive loyalty to the imperial family, so please consider it deeply."

At the words of the laundry courtier lady, Robelia snorted.

"This child is a child I personally picked and brought to the Imperial Palace. You are trampling on my eyes and judgment and dishonoring me while talking about loyalty. I am the empress of the empire and the hostess of the imperial family. If not evidence of disloyalty to what?"

"Y, Your Majesty...."

"We really didn't mean that!"

Robelia covered her opponents' mouths with a gesture as if she didn't even want to hear it. She looked around and shouted.

"Listen to everyone in this place. The maids and servants I have brought in have been chosen by my own eyes and brought to my judgment. Whatever their status, insulting and ignoring them would be insulting and ignoring my judgment.. Dare Anyone who challenges the Empress's authority will be charged with their sins and leave the Imperial Palace in accordance with the Imperial Law, so make sure to keep them all in your heart."