I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

But Aisha didn't know.

The true identity of someone who is hiding in the shadows outside the window and smiling all the time.

*****

That night, Alexander and Caleb confronted each other for the first time, revealing their true feelings.

"What should I do with this..…"

Something caught Caleb's eyes as he was contemplating a way to win Robelia's heart. It was the visit of Queen Aisha.

There seemed to be no one in the room. There was no sign of popularity, and the door was even slightly open.

Caleb, who knew a bit about Robelia and Aisha's relationship, smiled.

It was different from the sweet, innocent smile he had in front of Robelia. It was the face he had when he devised a scheme.

"The door control is so lax that it doesn't suit the position of Queen at all."

"Or… on purpose?"

No matter how clumsy Aisha herself is, it is difficult to make her visit this poor. There are not one or two people who accompany her and follow her, so is there no one among them to take care of her door lock?

Caleb knew that Robelia's influence has rising recently, and on the contrary, Aisha's influence in the palace was falling.

Pretending to be a timid outsider and a swordsman who doesn't have the guts to gossip about secrets was a pretty good strategy in terms of information.

There were a lot of people who wanted to use him like a bamboo grove or even talk about secrets without paying attention to him as if he was an object even when he was next to them.

'The Queen, who has recently been losing influence, is probably trying to contain the Empress who has suddenly emerged in check. She's been searching for parts of her book to grab hold of it, but if she doesn't find any special flaw no matter how much she searches. The Queen would try to create a flaw without it.'

It was really a simple trick. To make the Empress or her people feel tempted and enter through a poorly guarded door.

That must be the result the Queen wants.

'If the Empress Dowager knew my thoughts like this, she would rebuke me not to think so badly of others.'

Caleb knew that the Empress knew him as a vicious man.

She was naive, good-natured, and withdrawn.

She couldn't even imagine what the real 'maliciousness' was.

'But I know the shape of malice well.'

The Empress, whom everyone praises as naive and lovable, has never once believed in Caleb.

There were no good people in his life as he traveled back and forth between the back alleys and the slave market, and everyone was evil.

For Caleb, whom no one believed in, innocence was nothing more than a mask for those who wanted something.

That's because it's from you.

Knowing how dark his inner self was wearing the mask of innocence, he could not trust anyone who pretended to be innocence.

Caleb cast magic detection magic into the Queen's room through the slightly opened door.

The pure white light that came out of his hand flowed through the Queen's room and returned to him again.

"I knew it"

Caleb chuckled.

How can it be so obvious and shallow that you are in the inside?

There were various security magics on the inside of the Queen's door and room, which looked very lax on the outside.

There were several magic tools that let the owner of the room know when someone came in, and video tools that could be viewed again every 30 minutes were installed in an invisible place.

'It's all garbage. You must have spent money to install them, but I'm sorry.'

Caleb neutralized the magic tools in the Queen's room with just a few snaps of his fingers.

He entered the Queen's room without any hesitation or guilt.

'This place…. Is it the office?'

He didn't bother to search the room or make any effort in vain.

If the Queen was not a fool, there was no way to leave important data in the room that led to someone's intrusion.

Instead, Caleb decided to reverse Aisha's remains.

he wiggled his fingers. Then a cricket came out of his sleeve.

Caleb said, pointing to the decorative pottery on the bookshelf.

"Come on in here. And you're going to pass on every sound you hear here to me."

The cricket nodded as if it was trying to understand people, and then jumped and fell into the pottery.

With this, there was nothing more to be seen in this room.

After he got out of the room, he activated all of Aisha's magic tools.

'I want you to tell me later, Queen.'

Caleb thought of opening the door only a little bit as much as it had originally been open.

'How does it feel to fall into your own trap?'

And he turned his back coolly, as if he had no regrets any more.

In the quiet hallway of the Imperial Palace, only his giggled laughter echoed intermittently.

*****

Aisha couldn't trust anyone.

'Who the hell leaked the conversation between me and the Duchess of Seliman?'

Few people even knew that she had met the Duchess of Seliman, let alone conversations with her that day.

'Is it Cici who always pretends to be my best friend?? Or Theodore, who kept on visiting that day? Maybe it's Ashley or Miriam.'

The faces of the maids who pretended to be friendly to her and served her with typical comforting words that everyone would soon forget, such as that it would be fine, they will do well next time.

Who knows if any of them who say so have betrayed her?

I didn't want to get close to the maids either.

The ladies who praised her beauty and personality in front of her must have been gossiping about the last party by now.

'Besides, even Norman betrayed me when I needed him the most..... Why on earth do I have to suffer like this?'

The more I thought about it, the more miserable it was.

How nice would it have been if it was Robelia, not herself, who suffers from this kind of pain?

If it was Robelia, not herself, who was humiliated by all the guests at the party hosted with all her heart and sincerity.... How happy must she have been.

But I couldn't help but sit still and suffer.

First, I had to figure out who leaked the conversation.

'It must have been my second office where the conversation was taking place.'

As soon as the party was over, Aisha led numerous maids to the office.

Then she had the maids scour the office.

"Search for even a single grain of dust! Find all magic tools, or anything that might be magic tools! If you don't find anything, you won't be able to leave work on your own today."

The maids did as Aisha told them.

I pushed and moved furniture, opened all drawers, and looked through any space, no matter how small, such as pencil cases, vases, and wall clocks.

For a while, they couldn't find anything else. Obviously, they found some magic tools, but they were all installed by Aisha.

It was when a maid looked into the decorative pottery on the bookshelf.

"Kak!"

Startled by the black shadow moving inside the pottery, the maid was startled and dropped the pottery.

Crash!

The pottery was smashed, and a small black cricket jumped out of it.

"It's a bug!"

"Come on catch it."

The maids who were looking for magic tools were devastated by the sudden appearance of an insect.

Although it was always managed by many people, the imperial palace was also a place for people to live, so insects occasionally appeared.

However, it is a different matter for those in high spirits to detect the appearance of insects. Because if they did, the person would be whipped for negligence in cleaning.

It was then when a maid tried to kill a cricket that was running around.

"Wait! Don't kill that."

Surprisingly, it was Aisha who said so.

"Just in case, if you catch him alive and kill him by mistake, you'd better be prepared."

And Aisha's judgment cried.

As a result of showing the cricket to the court mage, it was concluded that the cricket was a magic tool.

"This is amazing! They put eavesdropping magic on these little creatures. Plus, it lasts very long! To create a magic tool like this, they should be at least 5 circles, no, 6 circles."

"So, where did this magic tool come from?"

"Actually, that's the most surprising thing. This kind of thing is not made by any other towers. I have never seen anything like this in my sixties."

The court mage seemed to have lost his heart to the magic tool cricket.

It was amazing. It is unknown who made the high-level magic tools that even court mages were interested in!

Wizards above a certain level were obliged to register under the Imperial Law. But how did the court mage know of the wizard who made such high-level magic tools! It was impossible.

I even managed to secure magic tools, but I don't know who made them! Aisha was so angry that her meds went up and her ċhėst felt like it was going to explode.

'No, calm down. There must be a way to find out. first…..if the mage doesn't know, he probably won't belong to the Magic Tower or the Magic Academy. It's most likely an independent wizard.....'

Then, something popped into Aisha's mind.

'Come to think of it… There was a wizard among the slaves of Robelia.'

Rumors about his magical talents spread even within the palace. There is even a saying that the status of a slave is a genius, and Aisha had also heard of it.

'The name is definitely.... I think it was called Caleb.'

But there was a problem.

As Aisha knew, Caleb was in the 3rd circle. Of course, it is said to be a great skill for his age, but his level is also inferior to create such a high-level magic tool.

Normally, at this point, I'd be suspicious of Caleb, but...…

Aisha had no doubt about Caleb.

In fact, Aisha had met Caleb once.

It happened not long after he entered the Imperial Palace.

Aisha was chatting with the maids on the terrace when she saw a pretty boy passing by the garden path.

Aisha and her maids were deprived of their gaze for a moment because of his soft brown curly hair, his eyes drooping like a puppy, and his sad eyes looked so beautiful that anyone could instantly lose sight of it.

"Oh my God, was there such a person in the Imperial Palace?"

"He look young, but I like that kind of younger guy."

"Probably one of the slaves the Empress brought in recently. He was a very handsome boy and a magical prodigy."

Aisha looked at him, stirring her cup with a teaspoon.

'If it hasn't been long since you entered the palace, you'll need a place to go.'

"I'll be right back."