Maryah dropped her body onto the soft sofa so hard that it made a loud 'thud' sound. Then after that, she let out a heavy sigh. Maryah wouldn't have done those two rude things at once elsewhere, or her image as a royal princess would have been suppressed."Haa." Again, Maryah let out a big sigh with a gloomy expression.“Geez, what a sigh, sister. Your sigh can shake the whole room." Maftah joked."Don't joke with me now, brother," Maryah replied in an annoyed tone.Maftha took his pen away from the paper he was looking at. Then he put his pen for good to then rest his chin on his fist.“What made you like this, sister?”"Sir Dylan.""Hmm, did my dude refuse your request to attend the event?"Maryah sighed again. "No. He accepted it.”"Yeah, good. So? What made you like this? Is it possible… his memory returned?”Maryah smacked her lips as she pouted. The infrequent frown on his forehead made Maftah unable to stay still. Like a good brother, he felt the need to listen more carefully t
That came sooner than expected. Ah no. It came as fast as I thought it will be. Really tho, how quickly do they want to get rid of us, even though we didn't do anything to harm them. It's really unfair.I watched Merri who was in front of the gate receive a messenger from the palace. I don't know what Merri was talking about with the messenger, but it seemed like it was taking longer than necessary. Not only that, but I also saw Merri's body shake as if she was holding about to get angry. Her shoulders heave up and down, while her hands hang around her waist.Anyone who knew Merri would know that she was angry even from behind."Come on Pasha, let's see what aunt Merri is doing in front." I carried Pasha.My guess is right. The closer I got, the more I heard Merri's voice rise. She was having an argument with a man in uniform, the messenger."What happened here?" I asked. My presence brought the two of them to a halt and turned their attention to me."Greeting, lady." Greet the royal
In the midst of a busy street where people go back and forth, two hands are holding each other tightly. The woman's tiny hand was almost covered by the man's big hand that was cupping her. In any case, it looked like the man had control over their day, but that wasn't true. It was the woman who has control over the man. Although her body was much smaller than the man and seemed unable to drag him, she managed to drag him to every stand that caught her eye.No matter how people see it, they are a harmonious couple. The couple's harmony made those who intersect with their steps so envious. The woman seems to be so in control of the man, while the man looks so content to be controlled by the woman. Even when the woman puts a hairpin in the man's hair, he complies.“Hmm, this sure looks good on blonde hair. I will buy it for Pasha! Wouldn't he be so cute wearing this?" Fuschia smiled happily while shaking a hairpin decorated with a purplish-blue butterfly in front of Dylan.“Both you and
Tap. Tap. Tap. There was the sound of footsteps approaching me! Damn it, I was flustered by my own stupidity to not notice someone else's presence here."Who are you?"No wonder my journey so far has been smooth and safe. I didn't expect everything to lead me to a stroke of bad luck like this. It's been a long time since I've felt the tension in my veins. Even when I snuck into this palace twice before, I didn't feel this kind of tension.Well, maybe because during those two times I only struggled with a few maids who didn't intimidate me and more or less ignored me. But now it's different. The man walking behind me is currently giving off a suppressing aura."Hey, I asked, who are you?" The man's voice sounded threatening.He stopped right behind me. I swallowed hard in my dry throat.It's all about flight or fight. But in my current situation, a flight is not the right choice unless I want to be chased because of suspicion. So, my last option is to 'fight'. I turned around. I found
"Don't you think that our kingdom was cursed after His Majesty's reign? Talk about those monsters, ugh, it gives me a headache.""That may be so. In his reign, suddenly our kingdom was attacked by those damn monsters. Whereas during the reign of the previous king, we were free from monsters.”“Uhm hey, could the rumors be true?”“What rumors do you mean?”“That the current King does not have the blessing of our ancient lord. That's why his leadership even brought havoc in our kingdom.""Oh, darn. No one knows what more catastrophe will threaten this kingdom after those disgusting monsters, haaa.”The nobles who had been present at the venue for the donation event organized by Haddad's Royal Family made their own circles. Some circles were made up of a group of young nobles, some were from the old aristocratic class. The ladies also helped form their own circle, and some have blended into the circle of the gentlemen.From the several circles that were created, their conversation has no
Fuschia moves to the side while people's attention is still on the pair. With her breath starting to feel heavy, Fuschia tried to close the distance from Dylan. Every inch she prayed and prayed. That all this is just a fabrication.'Yeah, this must be just a trick. What was Dylan up there for? Surely the king had threatened Dylan with our lives on the line so he had to fulfill his game. Look at him. He seemed forced to be up there. Though his smile was so beautiful, he couldn't do it because of them. It's sickening.'The empty tray she was carrying began to fill with empty glasses placed by the nobles. Her movements were so neat and effortless as she handed the tray full of empty glasses to other servants. Then she changed to carrying a tray filled with tiny cupcakes. 'Is that why they told me that Dylan was dead when he is very much alive? For this purpose? I don't understand what kind of political fight the king is going through, but does Dylan's presence that important?'Fuschia s
Dylan ruffled his hair. He spun around on the spot muttering something incoherent. He is in rage, then on the verge of crying. His emotions are so mixed. And they are all overlapping bad emotions. If he doesn't control it, he will destroy everything around him to vent his bad feelings.Including the woman who was sobbing on the floor in front of him right now, Maryah.“Why are you the one crying? I should be the one crying!” Dylan's roar made Maryah gasp."I don't have time. I have to get out of here.” Dylan was about to leave the room, but his hand was held by Maryah's grip."Please, don't go. Listen to me first. Listen to us first." Maryah swallowed her tears. With a hoarse voice, she tried to stop Dylan from leaving."Let me go. I can be rougher than this.” Dylan's warning came out from between his gritted teeth and drained Maryah's spirit.Maryah still gripped Dylan's hand tightly with both hands. But she also realized that this grip would be meaningless if Dylan rejected it. True
Dylan pulled the wooden sword over his head with one hand, then sent a blast of energy that split the wind. All eyes that watched felt the powers build up as Dylan struck. He didn't care how the condition of the opponent in front of him who had more than 'lost' to him. What his body wanted at that time was to split and divide.Unseen to the common man's eyes, Dylan was splitting his bad memory about the night of the donation event the other day.'Fuschia...'How his memory suddenly returned in one sweep, and the first emotion he felt was happiness as all his doubts had been answered. Even a genuine smile appeared on his face. But then it was as if he had been drenched in icy cold water as he realized how late he is to remember Fuschia.‘If only my memory came back faster, maybe Fuschia wouldn’t leave?’ Dylan clenches his jaw as he strikes another big blow to his opponent.He winced in pain. He regretted not recognizing Fuschia's water magic in the form of rain that he had seen the oth