In the end, isn't it enough to just remove the root cause?
Erdene thought.
The tough weeds that could ruin the land had to be pulled out by their roots and set on fire.
If you just haphazardly remove what you see, the remaining roots will dig deeper and wider.
There was no way to turn back the tide, even if you stared blankly at the place that had been stripped of its soil and regretted it later.
As a Princess who received the Emperor's love and expectations, Erdene experienced countless checks and threats.
Many things were visible, but there were even more that were invisible.
Most of them were committed by foolish people who were instigated by Tenek or who firmly believed that their brother should succeed to the throne.
No matter how many times they were struck down, they showed no sign of disappearing.
Every time, Erdene's father set an example by purging all those who challenged his daughter's authority, including those who could become problems in the future.
After Erdene grew up to some extent, he gave his daughter the power of decision, and her disposition was no different from that of the Emperor.
Even so, she was still upset because she could not get rid of the weeds that had been lying flat.
Erdene had no intention of repeating the same mistake twice.
She could ignore the grumbling behind her back, but she could never let it go if she was challenged head-on.
'She would never have made such a stupid plan on her own. She is acting so presumptuously because she has something to trust. If she doesn't remove that protective shield at once, it will cause trouble for a long time.'
She believed that Arkan would understand that. No, he understood. He definitely knew.
But why was he so angry? Why did he make such an expression? Just like someone who was hurt.
Arkan's sad expression as he turned away kept coming into her eyes.
His reaction was heartbreaking, but she had no intention of leaving Montiel Zelma alone.
Meanwhile, Montiel watched from afar, pretending to comb the horse’s mane as Erdene had told her to.
At first, she was curious to know what the two were talking about, but when Arkan suddenly screamed, she was so happy that she almost jumped up and down in her seat, abandoning her combing.
It didn’t matter what they were talking about.
All that mattered was that Arkan was so angry at Erdene and that he had left her behind.
Montiel felt his heart pounding as if Arkan was going to kick Erdene out of her position as queen.
“Be careful, young lady!”
Montiel threw her comb on the ground in a fit of rage as her joyful imagination was cut off.
The servant picked up the comb in shock and pulled her away from the horse.
“Where are you putting your hand!”
Erdene thought.
The tough weeds that could ruin the land had to be pulled out by their roots and set on fire.
If you just haphazardly remove what you see, the remaining roots will dig deeper and wider.
There was no way to turn back the tide, even if you stared blankly at the place that had been stripped of its soil and regretted it later.
As a Princess who received the Emperor's love and expectations, Erdene experienced countless checks and threats.
Many things were visible, but there were even more that were invisible.
Most of them were committed by foolish people who were instigated by Tenek or who firmly believed that their brother should succeed to the throne.
No matter how many times they were struck down, they showed no sign of disappearing.
Every time, Erdene's father set an example by purging all those who challenged his daughter's authority, including those who could become problems in the future.
After Erdene grew up to some extent, he gave his daughter the power of decision, and her disposition was no different from that of the Emperor.
Even so, she was still upset because she could not get rid of the weeds that had been lying flat.
Erdene had no intention of repeating the same mistake twice.
She could ignore the grumbling behind her back, but she could never let it go if she was challenged head-on.
'She would never have made such a stupid plan on her own. She is acting so presumptuously because she has something to trust. If she doesn't remove that protective shield at once, it will cause trouble for a long time.'
She believed that Arkan would understand that. No, he understood. He definitely knew.
But why was he so angry? Why did he make such an expression? Just like someone who was hurt.
Arkan's sad expression as he turned away kept coming into her eyes.
His reaction was heartbreaking, but she had no intention of leaving Montiel Zelma alone.
Meanwhile, Montiel watched from afar, pretending to comb the horse’s mane as Erdene had told her to.
At first, she was curious to know what the two were talking about, but when Arkan suddenly screamed, she was so happy that she almost jumped up and down in her seat, abandoning her combing.
It didn’t matter what they were talking about.
All that mattered was that Arkan was so angry at Erdene and that he had left her behind.
Montiel felt his heart pounding as if Arkan was going to kick Erdene out of her position as queen.
“Be careful, young lady!”
Montiel threw her comb on the ground in a fit of rage as her joyful imagination was cut off.
The servant picked up the comb in shock and pulled her away from the horse.
“Where are you putting your hand!”
The servant said, even more bewildered by the sharp voice that sounded like a slap in the face.
“Young lady, you must not startle the horse. If you make a loud noise, it will get excited and go wild, so be careful.”
“How foolish. What kind of surprise is that?”
It was a harsh response, but the servant, who dared not say “Don’t be foolish” to the daughter of the Count, swallowed a sigh as she tried to calm the horse down.
“Horses are very sensitive animals, young lady. They startle easily even at small things. If they start to go wild, you might get hurt, so be careful, be careful again.”
“Then you do it!”
Montiel, who had slapped the servant’s hand holding the comb, turned around while holding the hem of her dress.
The servant, who had been worried but had been beaten, grimaced and patted the horse’s back.
Anne stopped watching Erdene’s tea and saw Montiel walking toward her.
Just as she was about to give her a warning, Erdene struck first.
“I know, so don’t say anything and leave me alone, Anne.”
How did you know? Anne unconsciously glanced at the back of her head. Our Queen had eyes behind her too.
“Your Majesty.”
Montiel, who had called Erdene in a flattering voice, sat down next to her.
“I’m sorry, I’m not good at combing hair, so I’m a little late. I’ll prepare some tea for you.”
When Montiel held out her hand as if to ask for a teapot, Anne looked at Erdene’s face once more and silently handed over the teapot.
Just then, Arkan, who had gone out to calm down, returned, and Pelarhar, who was teaching his young servants how to skip water, sat down, wiping his hands.
Montiel filled Arkan’s cup first.
It was natural for a King, but the problem came later.
She pretended not to know and poured tea into Pelarhar’s cup first, not Erdene’s.
Watching this, Arkan and Pelarhar simultaneously frowned.
However, Erdene remained relaxed as if she knew nothing.
Pelarhar, seeing Arkan’s expression darken uncontrollably, looked at Montiel and scolded him in a low voice.
“Miss Zelma, shouldn’t you pour the tea into Her Majesty’s cup first?”
“Oh my!”
Montiel pretended not to fool anyone and hurriedly brought Erdene’s cup in front of her.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I made a mistake. I was so nervous...”
Erdene made a half-smiling expression and said with a chuckle.
“That’s okay. It’s not like the tea will go bad if you pour it later.”
Montiel smiled mischievously as if to say, ‘That’s true.’
Then Arkan said.
“Even if the tea water doesn’t spoil, there is a hierarchy based on rank. What are you thinking, someone who came to serve the Queen doesn’t even care about such basic things?”
Montiel and even Erdene were surprised by his unexpected scolding.
Montiel stopped pouring tea and said with tears welling up in his big eyes.
“Your Majesty, I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I made a mistake and offended you.”
“I feel...”
Arkan, who was about to raise his voice, let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead. The problem wasn’t that he was offended.
The problem was that she disregarded the Queen’s authority right in front of his eyes.
Was she stupid enough not to know that? Or did she really not think of Erdene as his Queen?
‘Both? Damn it. When I get back, I’m not going to leave Count Zelma alone.’
His head, which had been throbbing since earlier, started to hurt even more. He regretted why he had agreed to come here today.
If only he had known it would be this troublesome.
“Your Majesty...”
“Okay, go cry somewhere else.”
Arkan coldly retorted and turned his body towards the lake.
Everyone’s expressions were clouded by the sudden chill.
In the meantime, Erdene picked up her cup and took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened.
Pelarhar tried to lighten the mood by trying to speak in a nonchalant voice.
“Young lady, you must not startle the horse. If you make a loud noise, it will get excited and go wild, so be careful.”
“How foolish. What kind of surprise is that?”
It was a harsh response, but the servant, who dared not say “Don’t be foolish” to the daughter of the Count, swallowed a sigh as she tried to calm the horse down.
“Horses are very sensitive animals, young lady. They startle easily even at small things. If they start to go wild, you might get hurt, so be careful, be careful again.”
“Then you do it!”
Montiel, who had slapped the servant’s hand holding the comb, turned around while holding the hem of her dress.
The servant, who had been worried but had been beaten, grimaced and patted the horse’s back.
Anne stopped watching Erdene’s tea and saw Montiel walking toward her.
Just as she was about to give her a warning, Erdene struck first.
“I know, so don’t say anything and leave me alone, Anne.”
How did you know? Anne unconsciously glanced at the back of her head. Our Queen had eyes behind her too.
“Your Majesty.”
Montiel, who had called Erdene in a flattering voice, sat down next to her.
“I’m sorry, I’m not good at combing hair, so I’m a little late. I’ll prepare some tea for you.”
When Montiel held out her hand as if to ask for a teapot, Anne looked at Erdene’s face once more and silently handed over the teapot.
Just then, Arkan, who had gone out to calm down, returned, and Pelarhar, who was teaching his young servants how to skip water, sat down, wiping his hands.
Montiel filled Arkan’s cup first.
It was natural for a King, but the problem came later.
She pretended not to know and poured tea into Pelarhar’s cup first, not Erdene’s.
Watching this, Arkan and Pelarhar simultaneously frowned.
However, Erdene remained relaxed as if she knew nothing.
Pelarhar, seeing Arkan’s expression darken uncontrollably, looked at Montiel and scolded him in a low voice.
“Miss Zelma, shouldn’t you pour the tea into Her Majesty’s cup first?”
“Oh my!”
Montiel pretended not to fool anyone and hurriedly brought Erdene’s cup in front of her.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I made a mistake. I was so nervous...”
Erdene made a half-smiling expression and said with a chuckle.
“That’s okay. It’s not like the tea will go bad if you pour it later.”
Montiel smiled mischievously as if to say, ‘That’s true.’
Then Arkan said.
“Even if the tea water doesn’t spoil, there is a hierarchy based on rank. What are you thinking, someone who came to serve the Queen doesn’t even care about such basic things?”
Montiel and even Erdene were surprised by his unexpected scolding.
Montiel stopped pouring tea and said with tears welling up in his big eyes.
“Your Majesty, I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I made a mistake and offended you.”
“I feel...”
Arkan, who was about to raise his voice, let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead. The problem wasn’t that he was offended.
The problem was that she disregarded the Queen’s authority right in front of his eyes.
Was she stupid enough not to know that? Or did she really not think of Erdene as his Queen?
‘Both? Damn it. When I get back, I’m not going to leave Count Zelma alone.’
His head, which had been throbbing since earlier, started to hurt even more. He regretted why he had agreed to come here today.
If only he had known it would be this troublesome.
“Your Majesty...”
“Okay, go cry somewhere else.”
Arkan coldly retorted and turned his body towards the lake.
Everyone’s expressions were clouded by the sudden chill.
In the meantime, Erdene picked up her cup and took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened.
Pelarhar tried to lighten the mood by trying to speak in a nonchalant voice.
“When I was young, I heard that a young dragon lived in this lake.”
Erdene’s eyes twinkled faintly.
“A young dragon?”
“Yes. I heard that its scales were multicolored and that it thought of people as its mothers who would take care of it since it was still young.”
Pelarhar turned his head towards Arkan.
“Isn’t that so, Your Majesty?”
Arkan, who had been staring at the water’s surface without touching his tea or snacks, replied indifferently.
“Was that so?”
“It was a long time ago when Your Majesty and I were nine years old.”
Erdene said, smiling as if she found it amusing, picking up a small caramel.
“So what happened?”
“The two of us sneaked to the lake to find the dragon. I remember having a hard time getting Plat out of the way. I think we even went into the lake.”
Arkan reluctantly added.
“I fell into the water and caused quite a commotion.”
Pelarhar smiled cheerfully, thinking it was fortunate.
“Yes, that’s right. We were both in a lot of trouble.”
Arkan’s expression softened slightly.
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to go near the lake after that, but I don’t know what Father was thinking, but he told me to learn how to swim properly instead.”
The previous King, who knew that his second son, who had become the Crown Prince after losing his older brother, was a mischievous boy, knew that there would be no use in trying to stop him from going to the lake.
He was so afraid of his only remaining son drowning or becoming disabled that he allowed him to learn how to swim instead.
As far as Pelarhar could remember, it was the only good thing his uncle had done since Arkan became Crown Prince.
The one who poured cold water into the atmosphere that was about to soften was Montiel again.
“Your Majesty, are you good at swimming? I can’t swim at all. Next time you go swimming, wouldn’t you like to take me with you and teach me?”
Arkan turned his head away with his mouth shut, his expression stiff again.
Anne’s eyes widened at her reasonable words, and Pelarhar couldn’t hide his bitter smile.
“As far as I know, Miss Zelma doesn’t have a fiancé. Don’t you think that’s too bold of a statement for an unengaged lady to make? And even if you were married, do you think it would be proper to ask such a thing of Your Majesty?”
“Yes? I...”
Montiel hesitated and shrugged his shoulders.
At that moment, Erdene, drinking her tea leisurely, said,
“That could be so. The Duke should not be so upset. Vetor is too picky about every little thing.”
Erdene’s eyes twinkled faintly.
“A young dragon?”
“Yes. I heard that its scales were multicolored and that it thought of people as its mothers who would take care of it since it was still young.”
Pelarhar turned his head towards Arkan.
“Isn’t that so, Your Majesty?”
Arkan, who had been staring at the water’s surface without touching his tea or snacks, replied indifferently.
“Was that so?”
“It was a long time ago when Your Majesty and I were nine years old.”
Erdene said, smiling as if she found it amusing, picking up a small caramel.
“So what happened?”
“The two of us sneaked to the lake to find the dragon. I remember having a hard time getting Plat out of the way. I think we even went into the lake.”
Arkan reluctantly added.
“I fell into the water and caused quite a commotion.”
Pelarhar smiled cheerfully, thinking it was fortunate.
“Yes, that’s right. We were both in a lot of trouble.”
Arkan’s expression softened slightly.
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to go near the lake after that, but I don’t know what Father was thinking, but he told me to learn how to swim properly instead.”
The previous King, who knew that his second son, who had become the Crown Prince after losing his older brother, was a mischievous boy, knew that there would be no use in trying to stop him from going to the lake.
He was so afraid of his only remaining son drowning or becoming disabled that he allowed him to learn how to swim instead.
As far as Pelarhar could remember, it was the only good thing his uncle had done since Arkan became Crown Prince.
The one who poured cold water into the atmosphere that was about to soften was Montiel again.
“Your Majesty, are you good at swimming? I can’t swim at all. Next time you go swimming, wouldn’t you like to take me with you and teach me?”
Arkan turned his head away with his mouth shut, his expression stiff again.
Anne’s eyes widened at her reasonable words, and Pelarhar couldn’t hide his bitter smile.
“As far as I know, Miss Zelma doesn’t have a fiancé. Don’t you think that’s too bold of a statement for an unengaged lady to make? And even if you were married, do you think it would be proper to ask such a thing of Your Majesty?”
“Yes? I...”
Montiel hesitated and shrugged his shoulders.
At that moment, Erdene, drinking her tea leisurely, said,
“That could be so. The Duke should not be so upset. Vetor is too picky about every little thing.”
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