This guy is not right for me.
Erdene couldn't stop the thought that suddenly came to her mind.
As she looked at Arkan, who was still smiling without knowing what she was thinking, she felt the back of her neck tremble and her palms sweat.
Instantly, her forehead heated up, and she felt a strange urge to hit him!
"What's wrong?"
Arkan finally looked at Erdene's face as if he was curious.
However, as soon as his face got close, Erdene backed away as if she was almost scared. It was only after she moved her body that she realized how rude it was...
'How funny. These guys have ten snakes in their stomachs. I hate them.'
Even the smooth tone was unique to the inland language, there was nothing that Erdene liked.
Perhaps because of that, the fever that had risen to her forehead showed no sign of going down, so Erdene unconsciously took a deep breath and exhaled again.
“Thank you for your consideration, the journey was smooth.”
Erdene responded bluntly, looked around at the chilly atmosphere, and added with a reluctant expression.
“I appreciate your gratitude.”
“That’s fortunate.”
Arkan answered with a grin and closed his mouth, and an untouchable silence fell between the two.
Erdene knew that the young King of Vetor was as excited about this marriage as she was. It was still unclear whether he actively wanted it or not...
Arkan, who had been silent, suddenly came to his senses and let out an “ah.”
As she looked at Arkan, who was still smiling without knowing what she was thinking, she felt the back of her neck tremble and her palms sweat.
Instantly, her forehead heated up, and she felt a strange urge to hit him!
"What's wrong?"
Arkan finally looked at Erdene's face as if he was curious.
However, as soon as his face got close, Erdene backed away as if she was almost scared. It was only after she moved her body that she realized how rude it was...
'How funny. These guys have ten snakes in their stomachs. I hate them.'
Even the smooth tone was unique to the inland language, there was nothing that Erdene liked.
Perhaps because of that, the fever that had risen to her forehead showed no sign of going down, so Erdene unconsciously took a deep breath and exhaled again.
“Thank you for your consideration, the journey was smooth.”
Erdene responded bluntly, looked around at the chilly atmosphere, and added with a reluctant expression.
“I appreciate your gratitude.”
“That’s fortunate.”
Arkan answered with a grin and closed his mouth, and an untouchable silence fell between the two.
Erdene knew that the young King of Vetor was as excited about this marriage as she was. It was still unclear whether he actively wanted it or not...
Arkan, who had been silent, suddenly came to his senses and let out an “ah.”
“I’ll show you to the castle.”
Erdene shook her head reflexively.
“No, I don’t think you need to go yourself.”
A murmur spread among the onlookers at her cold response.
Some openly coughed at Erdene’s attitude.
I don’t care. Erdene snorted inwardly.
Everyone would think she was a Princess who had been sold. However, Erdene did not think of herself that way. She convinced herself that she was not worth exchanging for grain and a piece of meat covered in fat. She could not admit such a thing. Her pride would not allow it.
Arkan, who was staring at her with an embarrassed expression, said,
“Then I will find someone to serve you.”
After saying that, he called Marquis Fiddler’s wife. Then Erdene intervened again.
“Viscountess Wickes would be better.”
Arkan looked at Erdene.
“Is there a special reason?”
At that moment, Erdene made an extremely annoyed expression and glared straight at Arkan.
Arkan’s eyes, which met her transparent and blue eyes like marbles, narrowed.
Erdene said,
“Yes. I prefer young women.”
An indescribable expression came over Arkan’s face as he heard her answer.
He fell silent again—perhaps it was his way of keeping his mouth shut rather than getting angry when faced with something absurd—and turned his head back to Viscountess Wickes.
“Take the Princess and show her around, Viscountess.”
Poor More Wickes nodded, his eyes wide.
Arkan, who had given her the order, glanced at Erdene for a moment, then turned around without hesitation, his face strangely colder than when they had first met.
Erdene snorted behind Arkan.
The noise was so loud that several people looked back at her with surprised faces, and then looked up at Arkan again.
However, Arkan strode into the castle without even blinking.
And the Marchioness Fiddler followed quickly.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
She called out to Arkan in a voice that was almost out of breath, running down the hall. She was well past middle age, approaching old age, but she was doing so with incredible speed.
Arkan deliberately pretended not to hear the Marchioness, turning two more corners and turning only when they were close to the King’s quarters.
Meanwhile, Marchioness Fiddler was out of breath, her face flushed and she looked as if she might collapse at any moment.
“Why are you running like that, Marchioness? Without considering your age.”
“Your Majesty, for God’s sake... Didn’t you hear me?”
He did, Arkan thought.
The words that he simply did not want to answer right away were about to slip out of his mouth, but he swallowed them down with a smile.
“I seem to have been too deep in thought. Come inside. If you don’t have a glass of water, you’ll collapse.”
The servants politely opened the door.
Arkan entered the living room of the residence and told Plat, the chief chamberlain and the King’s close secretary, to bring tea and water.
“Sit down, Marchioness.”
“No, Your Majesty. I have something urgent to say, so I will stand.”
“It won’t change the content of what I have to say sitting down. Do as you wish. So, what’s the matter?”
The cheeks of the Marchioness Fiddlers trembled.
Deep wrinkles formed on her already thin face, making her look even more irritable.
“Your Majesty, you should reconsider.”
“Reconsider, what do you mean?”
“How could you marry such a rude and arrogant woman!”
Arkan almost nodded.
Not because he agreed with what the March Fiddler said, but because he knew she would say that.
From the moment he heard the Marchioness Fiddler chasing him as if her skirt was on fire... Arkan had guessed that this would happen.
Marchioness Fiddler continued to appeal without knowing what Arkan was thinking.
“Your Majesty is the pillar of not only our Vetor but also all of the inland allies. How could you accept a woman with little education and nothing to boast of but her fists and a spear as your Queen?”
While the Marchioness Fiddler was appealing, the chamberlain brought tea.
Arkan smelled the faint golden tea, took a sip, and looked up at the Marchioness Fiddler again.
“Marchioness Fiddler, she is the Princess of the empire. And if it weren’t for her brother, she would have been sitting on the Emperor’s throne by now. Even in the King’s residence, many ears are listening, so it would be best to refrain from speaking.”
The Marchioness looked quite shocked at his advice.
“Your Majesty.”
“And she doesn’t seem as vicious as I’ve heard, so I don’t think you have to worry too much.”
Arkan said in a nonchalant tone. Marchioness Fiddler’s complexion was now as pale as a skeleton.
Of course, it wasn’t that Arkan wasn’t worried at all.
Who was Erdene Badd? No one in all the kingdoms in the inland didn’t know her name.
The rumors were so vicious that parents in the inland regions would always scold their children when they were acting up or disobeying.
“If you don’t stop right now, Princess Erdene will come and put you in a sack and take you away!”
“And she’ll drink it with alcohol and say all sorts of bad things. Hmm...”
Marchioness Fiddler took a deep breath.
She was about to start an all-out war—in this case, a plea that included tears.
“Not cruel? You don’t know. Your Majesty should have seen and heard it!”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“As Your Majesty knows, Viscountess Wickes and I went to the border to greet Her Highness the Princess.”
“Yes. So?”
The Marchioness’s wrinkled eyes began to tear up.
“Her Highness hurled unspeakable abuse at me!”
Upon hearing this, Arkan, who had been indifferent the whole time, straightened his upper body slightly.
The Marchioness seemed to have become more assertive at the subtle change and began to sob, squeezing out the tears that were barely coming out.
Arkan waved his hand.
“What do you mean, what is there to cry about? Why did she hurl at you? What did she say?”
The Marchioness answered.
“Her Highness the Princess’s words toward the Kingdom of Vetor and Your Majesty were so reckless, so I only offered advice as a future subject. But...”
“But?”
“She said she would kill me if I said that again! Your Majesty, how could something like this happen! Is the Hirschsten Empire a barbaric place that eliminates all subjects who offer advice? Then there would be no one who could be called a proper official there! Her Highness the Princess must have grown up without ever hearing the right words. Someone like that...!”
Erdene shook her head reflexively.
“No, I don’t think you need to go yourself.”
A murmur spread among the onlookers at her cold response.
Some openly coughed at Erdene’s attitude.
I don’t care. Erdene snorted inwardly.
Everyone would think she was a Princess who had been sold. However, Erdene did not think of herself that way. She convinced herself that she was not worth exchanging for grain and a piece of meat covered in fat. She could not admit such a thing. Her pride would not allow it.
Arkan, who was staring at her with an embarrassed expression, said,
“Then I will find someone to serve you.”
After saying that, he called Marquis Fiddler’s wife. Then Erdene intervened again.
“Viscountess Wickes would be better.”
Arkan looked at Erdene.
“Is there a special reason?”
At that moment, Erdene made an extremely annoyed expression and glared straight at Arkan.
Arkan’s eyes, which met her transparent and blue eyes like marbles, narrowed.
Erdene said,
“Yes. I prefer young women.”
An indescribable expression came over Arkan’s face as he heard her answer.
He fell silent again—perhaps it was his way of keeping his mouth shut rather than getting angry when faced with something absurd—and turned his head back to Viscountess Wickes.
“Take the Princess and show her around, Viscountess.”
Poor More Wickes nodded, his eyes wide.
Arkan, who had given her the order, glanced at Erdene for a moment, then turned around without hesitation, his face strangely colder than when they had first met.
Erdene snorted behind Arkan.
The noise was so loud that several people looked back at her with surprised faces, and then looked up at Arkan again.
However, Arkan strode into the castle without even blinking.
And the Marchioness Fiddler followed quickly.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
She called out to Arkan in a voice that was almost out of breath, running down the hall. She was well past middle age, approaching old age, but she was doing so with incredible speed.
Arkan deliberately pretended not to hear the Marchioness, turning two more corners and turning only when they were close to the King’s quarters.
Meanwhile, Marchioness Fiddler was out of breath, her face flushed and she looked as if she might collapse at any moment.
“Why are you running like that, Marchioness? Without considering your age.”
“Your Majesty, for God’s sake... Didn’t you hear me?”
He did, Arkan thought.
The words that he simply did not want to answer right away were about to slip out of his mouth, but he swallowed them down with a smile.
“I seem to have been too deep in thought. Come inside. If you don’t have a glass of water, you’ll collapse.”
The servants politely opened the door.
Arkan entered the living room of the residence and told Plat, the chief chamberlain and the King’s close secretary, to bring tea and water.
“Sit down, Marchioness.”
“No, Your Majesty. I have something urgent to say, so I will stand.”
“It won’t change the content of what I have to say sitting down. Do as you wish. So, what’s the matter?”
The cheeks of the Marchioness Fiddlers trembled.
Deep wrinkles formed on her already thin face, making her look even more irritable.
“Your Majesty, you should reconsider.”
“Reconsider, what do you mean?”
“How could you marry such a rude and arrogant woman!”
Arkan almost nodded.
Not because he agreed with what the March Fiddler said, but because he knew she would say that.
From the moment he heard the Marchioness Fiddler chasing him as if her skirt was on fire... Arkan had guessed that this would happen.
Marchioness Fiddler continued to appeal without knowing what Arkan was thinking.
“Your Majesty is the pillar of not only our Vetor but also all of the inland allies. How could you accept a woman with little education and nothing to boast of but her fists and a spear as your Queen?”
While the Marchioness Fiddler was appealing, the chamberlain brought tea.
Arkan smelled the faint golden tea, took a sip, and looked up at the Marchioness Fiddler again.
“Marchioness Fiddler, she is the Princess of the empire. And if it weren’t for her brother, she would have been sitting on the Emperor’s throne by now. Even in the King’s residence, many ears are listening, so it would be best to refrain from speaking.”
The Marchioness looked quite shocked at his advice.
“Your Majesty.”
“And she doesn’t seem as vicious as I’ve heard, so I don’t think you have to worry too much.”
Arkan said in a nonchalant tone. Marchioness Fiddler’s complexion was now as pale as a skeleton.
Of course, it wasn’t that Arkan wasn’t worried at all.
Who was Erdene Badd? No one in all the kingdoms in the inland didn’t know her name.
The rumors were so vicious that parents in the inland regions would always scold their children when they were acting up or disobeying.
“If you don’t stop right now, Princess Erdene will come and put you in a sack and take you away!”
“And she’ll drink it with alcohol and say all sorts of bad things. Hmm...”
Marchioness Fiddler took a deep breath.
She was about to start an all-out war—in this case, a plea that included tears.
“Not cruel? You don’t know. Your Majesty should have seen and heard it!”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“As Your Majesty knows, Viscountess Wickes and I went to the border to greet Her Highness the Princess.”
“Yes. So?”
The Marchioness’s wrinkled eyes began to tear up.
“Her Highness hurled unspeakable abuse at me!”
Upon hearing this, Arkan, who had been indifferent the whole time, straightened his upper body slightly.
The Marchioness seemed to have become more assertive at the subtle change and began to sob, squeezing out the tears that were barely coming out.
Arkan waved his hand.
“What do you mean, what is there to cry about? Why did she hurl at you? What did she say?”
The Marchioness answered.
“Her Highness the Princess’s words toward the Kingdom of Vetor and Your Majesty were so reckless, so I only offered advice as a future subject. But...”
“But?”
“She said she would kill me if I said that again! Your Majesty, how could something like this happen! Is the Hirschsten Empire a barbaric place that eliminates all subjects who offer advice? Then there would be no one who could be called a proper official there! Her Highness the Princess must have grown up without ever hearing the right words. Someone like that...!”
The Marchioness, who was about to start pouring out her complaints in earnest, shut her lips tightly when she saw Arkan raise one hand.
However, she did not forget to tense her stomach so that she could start again at any time.
Arkan, who had been resting his hand on his forehead for a moment, looked at the Marchioness.
“First, Marchioness. Let’s move on from the Hirschsten Empire. I don’t think this is the time to discuss that with you. Is it true that Princess Erdene said that to you?”
Marchioness Fiddler’s lips pursed tightly.
“It is true, Your Majesty.”
However, she did not forget to tense her stomach so that she could start again at any time.
Arkan, who had been resting his hand on his forehead for a moment, looked at the Marchioness.
“First, Marchioness. Let’s move on from the Hirschsten Empire. I don’t think this is the time to discuss that with you. Is it true that Princess Erdene said that to you?”
Marchioness Fiddler’s lips pursed tightly.
“It is true, Your Majesty.”
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