Brigitte turned around first and left. Elijah and the Knights of the Blood Wall hastily bowed to me and followed her.
Michael expressed his admiration as he watched the sight of them running away.
“The Third Princess is quite emotional.”
“That would be fair. There aren’t any roses to make potpourri here.”
"Potpourri?"
“Oh, Betty's got a stress reliever.”
“Hello, Seventh Princess.”
“Ah, Sir Millard. You’re here now. Is everything okay?”
“We were unable to find any trace of the sealing stone and only had minor skirmishes. I am sorry.”
“No, it was really hard.”
Sylvestian nodded gratefully. I studied his face carefully.
I made Sylvestian drink World Tree tea every day for the past four days.
It was worth it. His complexion has improved a lot now, and his bloodshot eyes have cleared up.
The whites of the eyes had turned white enough to have a bluish tint again.
I asked Sylvester for confirmation.
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Yes. Thanks to Your Highness’s care, I have improved a lot.”
“Really? It’s confusing because your speech is the same as when you pretend to be okay.”
“Ah... I’m sorry. This time, I’m telling the truth.”
“Don’t bow your head because of that. I feel like I’m bothering you for no reason, so I’m joking.”
“I can’t do it. Anyway, I’m glad it seems to work on the tea.”
I decided to end my personal conversation here. Although this is not the palace, it was not desirable to hold on to someone else's knight for a long time.
“I think it’s better to keep taking it as medicine. Drink tea today too.”
With those words, I tried to send Sylvestian away. But he hesitated and couldn't take his steps.
“Sir Millard, do you have anything to say?”
What could be the reason for hesitating even after the board was laid out?
At this point, I found it difficult to contain my curiosity.
“Sir Millard, there can be no more silence. It is rude to Her Highness the 7th Princess.”
Only after Michael's urging did Sylvestian open his mouth in a hurry.
“I am ashamed to say this, but I have a request for Your Highness.”
"What?"
“If you don’t mind... Would you like to have tea with Her Highness the Eighth Princess instead of me today?”
“What? With Rosie?”
“Please, Your Highness.”
Meanwhile, Sylvestian knelt on the floor and bowed formally.
I suppressed my surging rejection for a moment and tried to assess the situation.
'It seems like Sir Millard had a lot of trouble bringing up the subject. It is a shame that you would ask me this favor despite the inconvenience...'
I let out a deep sigh as the conclusion was obvious.
“I guess Rosie is having nightmares.”
“If I see that you can’t answer, it looks like she has issued a gag order.”
"... Yes."
“Thank you very much, Your Highness.”
Sylvestian expressed his sincere gratitude. The loyalty based on the imprint was indeed extreme. So much so that it seemed unreasonable.
Soon, Sylvestian withdrew with his greetings, leaving only me and Michael behind.
“You didn’t refuse.”
Michael's low, ringing voice was low and deep.
I felt a bit guilty and felt like I had to make an excuse.
“It would be a problem if Rosie went crazy. You never know what she would do if she went crazy.”
Now that I think about it, it was true. In order not to drink Belladonna's poison again.
I felt like I needed to take care of my half-sister's mental health.
Michael also says 'yes'.
He lowered his eyes with a look of disgust.
Soon enough, it was time for dinner. Apparently, the thought of cooking a beautiful meal and having to share something to drink had proved more stressful than I had expected. My stomach churned as if I had dinner on top.
“Are you planning to have a private meeting with the 8th Princess?”
“That’s right. Sir Millard’s reactions are so honest. It would be embarrassing if Sir Millard found out that I was the one who tipped off Rosie about her nightmare.”
“You are sending me out first to create an excuse to take down Sir Millard.”
“Yeah. Because I have to meet the conditions.”
“Then there’s no choice.”
Michael did not insist. Instead, he looked into my eyes and urged me.
“I’ll wait outside the door, so if anything happens, just scream.”
“Yes. Be careful, and I’ll be careful again.”
The two were very serious. Rosenite was a more dangerous and sensitive person to them than Brigitte.
Michael is out, and I am alone in the barracks. Sitting at my desk, I couldn't seem to get anything done. As I fiddled meaninglessly with the twig of the shovel tree I'd stuck in my pen holder, Rosenite arrived.
While I was fumbling with the branches, Rosenite arrived.
“I’m here, Sister Eve.”
“Oh, yes. Sit down.”
I put the branch in my bosom and moved to the table.
Even when we actually sat down face to face, we had nothing to say other than looking at each other's faces.
As the awkward atmosphere continued, Rosenit asked.
“You don’t seem to have anything to say, so why did you ask me to drink tea?”
“Rosie.”
"Why."
“I can’t think of anyone else in the royal family who would be worthy of tea time. You too. As you know, Betty and Derek are only close to each other."
“...In the carriage, you just turned a deaf ear to what I say.”
"Yes?"
“Okay.”
Just then, Peony arrives with tea. I was thrilled to finally have a solution to my problem. I dismissed Peony early and picked up the teapot myself.
“I don’t intend to hold you back for long. Just have a cup of tea and go.”
I filled the teacups myself and even cooled them to the right temperature. It was a considerate gesture to make sure that I drank it quickly and left.
“Come on, come on.”
Rosenite flinched at my sudden gentleness. She looked back and forth between my eyes and the green tea and asked sheepishly.
“You’re not trying to make me drink something weird, are you?”
“Do you think I'm you?”
I felt sad as I remembered the poison she had eaten in her past life.
It was when I realized that I had blurted out my true feelings and felt sorry for it later. The reaction of Rosenite in front of me was a bit strange.
I thought she would at least speak, but she just looked pale and couldn't say anything.
'What is it? Why is it like this?'
It was something I didn't understand. It didn't look good, so I decided to end it quickly.
“Just have one drink and leave. Would I really... poison you? It’s good for your health.”
"All right."
When it comes to the topic of poison, both the speaker and the listener feel uncomfortable.
I couldn't hide it. In particular, Rosenite answered with difficulty as if something was stuck in her throat.
Soon, Rosenite's fingers were caught on the handle of the teacup. She took a sip of the clear green tea.
"Ah...!"
'Refreshing!'
Rosenite, who realized the efficacy of tea, quickly brought the teacup back to her lips.
I was so eager for the one-shot that I thought she'd be quick to return, but instead, Rosenite paused the moment the tip of the teacup touched her lips and began to sip sparingly.
I gave a sneaky hint at the unfortunate situation.
“You can go back once you drink it all.”
“... I’ll drink it slowly.”
Rosenite answered, holding the teacup tightly in both hands.
The warmth that somehow touches her hand reminds her of the fish stew and the tea.
The green reminded her of the troll pack. Everything was precious stuff that I had brought for Rosenite.
Perhaps it was because the warm drink had entered her body. Rosenite's cheeks were slightly flushed.
'You drink it drop by drop, not sip by sip. Why is it so slow?'
But the moment I took a sip of the World Tree tea, an accident occurred.
"Uh...?"
Suddenly, my vision began to spin. I was overcome with dizziness that made it impossible for me to keep my body still.
Dump!
“Hey, Sister? Sister!”
“Ouch!”
I fell to the floor, clutching my heart. It was burning.
My body felt hot as if I had swallowed coal. Something was seriously wrong.
Michael expressed his admiration as he watched the sight of them running away.
“The Third Princess is quite emotional.”
“That would be fair. There aren’t any roses to make potpourri here.”
"Potpourri?"
“Oh, Betty's got a stress reliever.”
I looked around Dandelion's situation further and then returned to the barracks.
As I was writing my diary, time passed quickly and it was almost dinner time.
A huge cauldron set up in the square simmered a stew of savory sausages.
Now fully acclimated to the local diet, I was drawn out of the barracks by the delicious smell.
This was shortly after the Knights of the White Night and the Flame Division had returned to Dandelion. I ran into Sylvestian as he was returning to his barracks.
As I was writing my diary, time passed quickly and it was almost dinner time.
A huge cauldron set up in the square simmered a stew of savory sausages.
Now fully acclimated to the local diet, I was drawn out of the barracks by the delicious smell.
This was shortly after the Knights of the White Night and the Flame Division had returned to Dandelion. I ran into Sylvestian as he was returning to his barracks.
“Hello, Seventh Princess.”
“Ah, Sir Millard. You’re here now. Is everything okay?”
“We were unable to find any trace of the sealing stone and only had minor skirmishes. I am sorry.”
“No, it was really hard.”
Sylvestian nodded gratefully. I studied his face carefully.
I made Sylvestian drink World Tree tea every day for the past four days.
It was worth it. His complexion has improved a lot now, and his bloodshot eyes have cleared up.
The whites of the eyes had turned white enough to have a bluish tint again.
I asked Sylvester for confirmation.
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Yes. Thanks to Your Highness’s care, I have improved a lot.”
“Really? It’s confusing because your speech is the same as when you pretend to be okay.”
“Ah... I’m sorry. This time, I’m telling the truth.”
“Don’t bow your head because of that. I feel like I’m bothering you for no reason, so I’m joking.”
“I can’t do it. Anyway, I’m glad it seems to work on the tea.”
I decided to end my personal conversation here. Although this is not the palace, it was not desirable to hold on to someone else's knight for a long time.
“I think it’s better to keep taking it as medicine. Drink tea today too.”
With those words, I tried to send Sylvestian away. But he hesitated and couldn't take his steps.
“Sir Millard, do you have anything to say?”
What could be the reason for hesitating even after the board was laid out?
At this point, I found it difficult to contain my curiosity.
“Sir Millard, there can be no more silence. It is rude to Her Highness the 7th Princess.”
Only after Michael's urging did Sylvestian open his mouth in a hurry.
“I am ashamed to say this, but I have a request for Your Highness.”
"What?"
“If you don’t mind... Would you like to have tea with Her Highness the Eighth Princess instead of me today?”
“What? With Rosie?”
My reaction was almost athletic. I seemed to be more resilient than this, even if she was being fraudulently solicited.
Michael watched Sylvestian, barely managing a straight face. If it weren't for their friendship, he would have poured out his life.
Meanwhile, Sylvestian knelt on the floor and bowed formally.
I suppressed my surging rejection for a moment and tried to assess the situation.
'It seems like Sir Millard had a lot of trouble bringing up the subject. It is a shame that you would ask me this favor despite the inconvenience...'
I let out a deep sigh as the conclusion was obvious.
“I guess Rosie is having nightmares.”
“If I see that you can’t answer, it looks like she has issued a gag order.”
There were no words, but my puzzled face and contrite eyes were more honest than any confession.
I was torn inwardly. The prospect of caring for the mental state of someone who had killed me in a past life was deeply repulsive.
But it's a favor from Sylvestian, not anyone else. My heart weakened as I looked at his long, silver hair and remembered his past life, the one he had ruined for Rosenite and Michael.
For me, who hadn't quite gotten the hang of it, his shake was enough.
“Thank you very much, Your Highness.”
Sylvestian expressed his sincere gratitude. The loyalty based on the imprint was indeed extreme. So much so that it seemed unreasonable.
Soon, Sylvestian withdrew with his greetings, leaving only me and Michael behind.
“You didn’t refuse.”
Michael's low, ringing voice was low and deep.
I felt a bit guilty and felt like I had to make an excuse.
“It would be a problem if Rosie went crazy. You never know what she would do if she went crazy.”
Now that I think about it, it was true. In order not to drink Belladonna's poison again.
I felt like I needed to take care of my half-sister's mental health.
Michael also says 'yes'.
He lowered his eyes with a look of disgust.
Soon enough, it was time for dinner. Apparently, the thought of cooking a beautiful meal and having to share something to drink had proved more stressful than I had expected. My stomach churned as if I had dinner on top.
I pressed my temples and let out a deep, feverish sigh.
Peony expressed her concern at her boss' unusual behavior.
“Your High, are you feeling unwell?”
“It’s called a nervous headache.”
“Ah! Your Highness’s body! Medicine! I’ll bring you medicine!”
“Yes. I’ll be drinking the World Tree tea soon.”
“I guess it’s because you care too much about Dandelion. Anyway, Your Highness, you only work. There’s no difference between work and rest. Balance it out, work during the day, and recharge at night with Sir Agnito..."
“Yes, that’s enough. Go and prepare some World Tree tea for me. We’ll drink together, so call Rosie too.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Peony bowed politely and went off on her errand.
I sat on my chair, tilted my head back, and said.
“Michael should probably get out of here, too.”
Peony expressed her concern at her boss' unusual behavior.
“Your High, are you feeling unwell?”
“It’s called a nervous headache.”
“Ah! Your Highness’s body! Medicine! I’ll bring you medicine!”
“Yes. I’ll be drinking the World Tree tea soon.”
Peony's fussing makes me feel embarrassed, like I've been scolded for nothing. Only after I reiterated that I was fine did Peony calm down. She wanted to analyze the cause of my headache.
“Yes, that’s enough. Go and prepare some World Tree tea for me. We’ll drink together, so call Rosie too.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Peony bowed politely and went off on her errand.
I sat on my chair, tilted my head back, and said.
“Michael should probably get out of here, too.”
“Are you planning to have a private meeting with the 8th Princess?”
“That’s right. Sir Millard’s reactions are so honest. It would be embarrassing if Sir Millard found out that I was the one who tipped off Rosie about her nightmare.”
“You are sending me out first to create an excuse to take down Sir Millard.”
“Yeah. Because I have to meet the conditions.”
“Then there’s no choice.”
Michael did not insist. Instead, he looked into my eyes and urged me.
“I’ll wait outside the door, so if anything happens, just scream.”
“Yes. Be careful, and I’ll be careful again.”
The two were very serious. Rosenite was a more dangerous and sensitive person to them than Brigitte.
Michael is out, and I am alone in the barracks. Sitting at my desk, I couldn't seem to get anything done. As I fiddled meaninglessly with the twig of the shovel tree I'd stuck in my pen holder, Rosenite arrived.
While I was fumbling with the branches, Rosenite arrived.
“I’m here, Sister Eve.”
“Oh, yes. Sit down.”
I put the branch in my bosom and moved to the table.
Indeed, Rosenite's condition justified Sylvestian's difficult request. Her haggard face and sunken eyes made her look like a sickly little girl.
As the awkward atmosphere continued, Rosenit asked.
“You don’t seem to have anything to say, so why did you ask me to drink tea?”
If Rosenite's temper, raised by Desmond II, was any indication, she would have stormed out of the room.
I tried to resist the urge to complain, remembering the look on Sylvestian's face.
"Why."
“I can’t think of anyone else in the royal family who would be worthy of tea time. You too. As you know, Betty and Derek are only close to each other."
“...In the carriage, you just turned a deaf ear to what I say.”
"Yes?"
“Okay.”
Just then, Peony arrives with tea. I was thrilled to finally have a solution to my problem. I dismissed Peony early and picked up the teapot myself.
“I don’t intend to hold you back for long. Just have a cup of tea and go.”
I filled the teacups myself and even cooled them to the right temperature. It was a considerate gesture to make sure that I drank it quickly and left.
“Come on, come on.”
Rosenite flinched at my sudden gentleness. She looked back and forth between my eyes and the green tea and asked sheepishly.
“You’re not trying to make me drink something weird, are you?”
“Do you think I'm you?”
I felt sad as I remembered the poison she had eaten in her past life.
It was when I realized that I had blurted out my true feelings and felt sorry for it later. The reaction of Rosenite in front of me was a bit strange.
I thought she would at least speak, but she just looked pale and couldn't say anything.
'What is it? Why is it like this?'
It was something I didn't understand. It didn't look good, so I decided to end it quickly.
“Just have one drink and leave. Would I really... poison you? It’s good for your health.”
"All right."
When it comes to the topic of poison, both the speaker and the listener feel uncomfortable.
I couldn't hide it. In particular, Rosenite answered with difficulty as if something was stuck in her throat.
Soon, Rosenite's fingers were caught on the handle of the teacup. She took a sip of the clear green tea.
"Ah...!"
The effect was immediate due to the weak magical immunity. Her eyes lit up.
Rosenite, who realized the efficacy of tea, quickly brought the teacup back to her lips.
I was so eager for the one-shot that I thought she'd be quick to return, but instead, Rosenite paused the moment the tip of the teacup touched her lips and began to sip sparingly.
I gave a sneaky hint at the unfortunate situation.
“You can go back once you drink it all.”
“... I’ll drink it slowly.”
Rosenite answered, holding the teacup tightly in both hands.
The warmth that somehow touches her hand reminds her of the fish stew and the tea.
The green reminded her of the troll pack. Everything was precious stuff that I had brought for Rosenite.
Perhaps it was because the warm drink had entered her body. Rosenite's cheeks were slightly flushed.
'You drink it drop by drop, not sip by sip. Why is it so slow?'
Anyway, with this, I have kept my promise to Sylvestian. I began to drink my share of tea, too. I hoped that the magical healing properties of world water would cure my nervous headache and dirty stomach.
"Uh...?"
Suddenly, my vision began to spin. I was overcome with dizziness that made it impossible for me to keep my body still.
Dump!
“Hey, Sister? Sister!”
“Ouch!”
I fell to the floor, clutching my heart. It was burning.
My body felt hot as if I had swallowed coal. Something was seriously wrong.
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