The Evil Empress Adores Me

unish you for making Charlize cry?”

I could feel an air of uneasiness as Damian tensed up. 

Hey, what are you nervous about?

Our Empress is like an angel who descended from heaven. 

She’s sooo different from the Emperor, all right?

The Empress carried on. 

“The crown prince will be taking the role of candidate this time so Charlize will be my candidate instead.”

Huh?

My name popped out of nowhere, leaving me perplexed. 

Damian also looked a little surprised. 

“What?”

“I’ve decided to pair you with Charlize.”

“H-Hey, is that true?”

“Yes.
That’s his punishment.”

The Empress said so, squinting at Damian. 

She proceeded to speak sharply at him. 

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to pair up with Charlize because she’s a maid, do you?”

“Of course not!” Damian exclaimed hastily. 

The Empress crossed her arms as Damian contemplated his words before continuing. 

“…thank you for your consideration,” Damian concluded. 

“Um, pardon your Majesty.”

I interjected, still confused. 

No, why am I the Empress’s candidate?

How does a maid start the harvest festival?

“How could I be a candidate alongside Damian?”

“Why is something wrong?”

Unlike when she spoke to Damian, the Empress spoke to me in a gentle tone like a relaxing warm spring breeze. 

“It’s just that…my lowly status is unsuitable to be a candidate.”

I answered carefully. 

Honestly, how could I?

The start of the harvest festival is a role intended for the Emperor and his immediate family.

They can’t have such an important role be given in vain, can they?

As proof of that, the successors of the previous generations who were entrusted with the role came from noble families. 

Even the ladies who came in as potential candidates for the Empress were from prominent families, weren’t they?

It’s absurd for me to go and stand in such a place….

“Aside from the Emperor’s actions earlier….his Highness, the crown prince will help be in charge of the festival, won’t he?”

The Emperor’s candidate is the crown prince, meanwhile, the Empress’s candidate is a commoner maid. 

It’s an unbecoming combination. 

“Well, what’s wrong with that?”

With a calm expression, the Empress dismissed my concerns as she shrugged lightly. 

“If it’s against tradition, then so be it.
Does the crown prince seem to be bothered by it?”