Then, Arkan corrected her words as if he would listen to all sorts of strange things.
“In times like this, they call it a paper doll. Not a rag.”
“The durability is similar. It’s a bit much.”
Arkan suddenly felt his heart relax at the stinging, yet indifferent response. He could temporarily put aside the disturbing content that Ingrid had reported.
If it had been a while ago, just a month ago, his still-vivid reason would have shouted that this was a serious illness... Arkan didn’t have any reason left to do that now.
If Erdene had suddenly changed into a gentle and gentle personality one day, he might have become a seriously neurotic.
“But where have you been? What did you do to make your face so red?”
“Oh, well... I just moved my body a bit. It wasn’t jumping, but it was something like that.”
It was an answer that Arkan could not understand, but he was relieved to know that Erdene was not sick.
He hugged Erdene’s waist tightly and buried his forehead in her shoulder, and this time it was Erdene’s turn to panic.
“Surprise. What’s wrong? It seems like something happened to you.”
“Yes. Something happened. My head hurts so badly.”
Arkan mumbled. If it had been a while ago, even a few months ago, Erdene would have pushed him away and scolded him, saying that a grown man was acting so badly.
But not now. Now...
‘Damn, you’re cute.’
Erdene was mentally and physically excited, perhaps because she had been moving around in Limepale’s quarters—because she needed to fix Eorshin’s habits.
There, Arkan was acting cute and making ridiculous demands, which made her feel good for no reason, and her insides were starting to tingle.
“I can make you forget about your headache.”
Arkan, who was still resting his forehead on her shoulder, turned his head sharply to look at Erdene.
He was much taller than her, so he had to bend his shoulders and even his waist, but he didn’t seem to notice it.
Arkan, who pouts slightly as if he is angry, pretends not to know and asks back.
“How?”
“If you come to the bedroom with me now, I’ll tell you.”
Arkan quickly raised his head and hugged Erdene.
“You’ll hurt your back if you do that.”
“It’s okay. I’m still fine.”
Arkan lightly kissed Erdene’s round forehead and walked briskly.
The warmth of his arm supporting her neck was so funny that Erdene couldn’t stop giggling until she went into the bedroom.
The next day, Arkan and Erdene went down to the parade ground early in the morning and heard a report from Belen Wiziard about the new training.
Arkan, who had learned basic military science but knew little about tactics, weapons, or training methods, understood Belen’s explanation but had a hard time guessing how things would improve in the future.
He rested his chin on his hand and watched Erdene, dressed in casual clothes, correcting the postures of the captains and demonstrating them.
As Erdene received the sword from Sislan, the captain of the Second Knights—the very man who had been furious after his defeat by Merton—and demonstrated swinging it precisely and flexibly, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his right cheek and turned his head.
“Why are you staring at me like that, Plat? What do you want to say?”
The owner of the gaze that was staring intently at Arkan was Plat.
He looked at Arkan with an indifferent expression—he had regained his former self quite a bit since acknowledging Erdene—and then answered somewhat belatedly.
“I was observing how high the corners of Your Majesty’s mouth could rise.”
“The corners of my mouth? What do you mean?”
“Please touch it now.”
Arkan felt the corners of his mouth with his fingers.
Before he knew it, the corners of his mouth had risen up, almost touching his ears.
He had laughed without realizing it while looking at Erdene.
Arkan coughed in vain, wiping his face that had turned red with embarrassment, and looked at Plat again.
“Stop staring at my mouth like that. If you do that again, I will have you write a hundred times that says, ‘I will not interfere with the corners of the King’s mouth.’”
“I didn’t want to see you either, but I told you because I thought your cheekbones would start to hurt if you kept smiling for a few more minutes.”
“You didn’t want to see me smile? Are you protesting?”
“Your Majesty, no matter how embarrassing it may be, it’s not good to take your anger out on the wrong person.”
Arkan glared at him, having been hit on the nail on the head.
When Plat nagged at the Erdene issue like the Marchioness of Fiddler, he clearly had the upper hand...
Plat, who had let go of many things, approached Arkan with an even more calm and composed attitude than before.
After showing her the demonstration, Erdene lightly corrected Sislan’s posture, nodded, and turned around.
Most of the soldiers and knights on the parade ground today were swordsmen, and they were all eager to hear advice from Erdene, so she had no time to rest.
“What if she collapses?”
Arkan muttered, and Plat blinked for a moment, lost in thought.
“Are you talking about the soldiers?”
“No, I mean the Queen.”
Even if all the knights and soldiers here were to fall, the words that Her Majesty the Queen would not lift a finger were on the tip of his lips, but Plat wisely swallowed them again.
At that moment, the Privy Councilor hurriedly entered the parade ground and looked around for Arkan. Erdene, who found him first, made a puzzled expression and then met Arkan’s eyes.
“What’s going on?”
As Arkan stood up, the Privy Councilor let out a short sigh and quickly approached him.
“Your Majesty, we have received an urgent message from Kensilom.”
So something has happened, Arkan thought.
Of the three men who had been sent disguised as smugglers, two of them, Deputy Commander Rusmov and Deputy Commander Bowles, were clearly in trouble.
“Have they returned? Or have they been in an accident?”
However, the Privy Councilor looked bewildered, as if he did not understand Arkan’s question at all.
“Huh? What are you saying...”
“You mean there’s no news about Rusmov and Vice-Captain Bowles?”
Only then did the Privy Councillor touch his forehead with a thud.
“That’s what you meant. I had completely forgotten about that matter. No, there has been no news about those two yet.”
“Then what news has brought you here in such a hurry?”
“Your Majesty, the Prince of Kensilom will be visiting Vetor soon. However, judging by the atmosphere, it doesn’t seem to be official business.”
“The Prince of Kensilom? A Prince who isn’t even the King is suddenly coming...”
How absurd. Arkan thought. Following the Princess of Stradhog, now the Prince of Kensilom. It seemed that even the King himself had unknowingly turned the Vetor Royal Castle into a meeting place for the two generations of the unknown.
“If it’s a secret visit, then that means the King doesn’t know about it.”
“In times like this, they call it a paper doll. Not a rag.”
“The durability is similar. It’s a bit much.”
Arkan suddenly felt his heart relax at the stinging, yet indifferent response. He could temporarily put aside the disturbing content that Ingrid had reported.
If it had been a while ago, just a month ago, his still-vivid reason would have shouted that this was a serious illness... Arkan didn’t have any reason left to do that now.
If Erdene had suddenly changed into a gentle and gentle personality one day, he might have become a seriously neurotic.
“But where have you been? What did you do to make your face so red?”
“Oh, well... I just moved my body a bit. It wasn’t jumping, but it was something like that.”
It was an answer that Arkan could not understand, but he was relieved to know that Erdene was not sick.
He hugged Erdene’s waist tightly and buried his forehead in her shoulder, and this time it was Erdene’s turn to panic.
“Surprise. What’s wrong? It seems like something happened to you.”
“Yes. Something happened. My head hurts so badly.”
Arkan mumbled. If it had been a while ago, even a few months ago, Erdene would have pushed him away and scolded him, saying that a grown man was acting so badly.
But not now. Now...
‘Damn, you’re cute.’
Erdene was mentally and physically excited, perhaps because she had been moving around in Limepale’s quarters—because she needed to fix Eorshin’s habits.
There, Arkan was acting cute and making ridiculous demands, which made her feel good for no reason, and her insides were starting to tingle.
“I can make you forget about your headache.”
Arkan, who was still resting his forehead on her shoulder, turned his head sharply to look at Erdene.
He was much taller than her, so he had to bend his shoulders and even his waist, but he didn’t seem to notice it.
Arkan, who pouts slightly as if he is angry, pretends not to know and asks back.
“How?”
“If you come to the bedroom with me now, I’ll tell you.”
Arkan quickly raised his head and hugged Erdene.
“You’ll hurt your back if you do that.”
“It’s okay. I’m still fine.”
Arkan lightly kissed Erdene’s round forehead and walked briskly.
The warmth of his arm supporting her neck was so funny that Erdene couldn’t stop giggling until she went into the bedroom.
***
The next day, Arkan and Erdene went down to the parade ground early in the morning and heard a report from Belen Wiziard about the new training.
Arkan, who had learned basic military science but knew little about tactics, weapons, or training methods, understood Belen’s explanation but had a hard time guessing how things would improve in the future.
He rested his chin on his hand and watched Erdene, dressed in casual clothes, correcting the postures of the captains and demonstrating them.
As Erdene received the sword from Sislan, the captain of the Second Knights—the very man who had been furious after his defeat by Merton—and demonstrated swinging it precisely and flexibly, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his right cheek and turned his head.
“Why are you staring at me like that, Plat? What do you want to say?”
The owner of the gaze that was staring intently at Arkan was Plat.
He looked at Arkan with an indifferent expression—he had regained his former self quite a bit since acknowledging Erdene—and then answered somewhat belatedly.
“I was observing how high the corners of Your Majesty’s mouth could rise.”
“The corners of my mouth? What do you mean?”
“Please touch it now.”
Arkan felt the corners of his mouth with his fingers.
Before he knew it, the corners of his mouth had risen up, almost touching his ears.
He had laughed without realizing it while looking at Erdene.
Arkan coughed in vain, wiping his face that had turned red with embarrassment, and looked at Plat again.
“Stop staring at my mouth like that. If you do that again, I will have you write a hundred times that says, ‘I will not interfere with the corners of the King’s mouth.’”
“I didn’t want to see you either, but I told you because I thought your cheekbones would start to hurt if you kept smiling for a few more minutes.”
“You didn’t want to see me smile? Are you protesting?”
“Your Majesty, no matter how embarrassing it may be, it’s not good to take your anger out on the wrong person.”
Arkan glared at him, having been hit on the nail on the head.
When Plat nagged at the Erdene issue like the Marchioness of Fiddler, he clearly had the upper hand...
Plat, who had let go of many things, approached Arkan with an even more calm and composed attitude than before.
After showing her the demonstration, Erdene lightly corrected Sislan’s posture, nodded, and turned around.
Most of the soldiers and knights on the parade ground today were swordsmen, and they were all eager to hear advice from Erdene, so she had no time to rest.
“What if she collapses?”
Arkan muttered, and Plat blinked for a moment, lost in thought.
“Are you talking about the soldiers?”
“No, I mean the Queen.”
Even if all the knights and soldiers here were to fall, the words that Her Majesty the Queen would not lift a finger were on the tip of his lips, but Plat wisely swallowed them again.
At that moment, the Privy Councilor hurriedly entered the parade ground and looked around for Arkan. Erdene, who found him first, made a puzzled expression and then met Arkan’s eyes.
“What’s going on?”
As Arkan stood up, the Privy Councilor let out a short sigh and quickly approached him.
“Your Majesty, we have received an urgent message from Kensilom.”
So something has happened, Arkan thought.
Of the three men who had been sent disguised as smugglers, two of them, Deputy Commander Rusmov and Deputy Commander Bowles, were clearly in trouble.
“Have they returned? Or have they been in an accident?”
However, the Privy Councilor looked bewildered, as if he did not understand Arkan’s question at all.
“Huh? What are you saying...”
“You mean there’s no news about Rusmov and Vice-Captain Bowles?”
Only then did the Privy Councillor touch his forehead with a thud.
“That’s what you meant. I had completely forgotten about that matter. No, there has been no news about those two yet.”
“Then what news has brought you here in such a hurry?”
“Your Majesty, the Prince of Kensilom will be visiting Vetor soon. However, judging by the atmosphere, it doesn’t seem to be official business.”
“The Prince of Kensilom? A Prince who isn’t even the King is suddenly coming...”
How absurd. Arkan thought. Following the Princess of Stradhog, now the Prince of Kensilom. It seemed that even the King himself had unknowingly turned the Vetor Royal Castle into a meeting place for the two generations of the unknown.
“If it’s a secret visit, then that means the King doesn’t know about it.”
“That seems to be the case.”
“I’ve never met the Prince of Kensilom, so I don’t know what’s going on all of a sudden. Okay, I understand. It seems that he wants to meet quietly, so be careful not to let the word get out.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
The Privy Councilor, having received the order, left the parade ground as quickly as he had come.
Erdene approached, wiping her forehead with the cloth around her neck.
“What’s the matter?”
Arkan nodded. When Erdene sat down, Anne, who was standing next to Plat, quickly brought her a glass of cool water and handed it to her.
Although it was a fairly large glass, Erdene drank the water in just three sips and let out a long, refreshing breath.
The back of her neck, leaning against the table, was flushed.
“What’s the matter?”
“They say the Prince of Kensilom is coming to Vetor.”
“The Prince of Kensilom? Not the King?”
“It seems like they do it without the King knowing. Is it a recent trend? I don’t know why everyone does this.”
When Arkan sighed, Anne placed a plate of cassole covered with a bell-shaped lid on the table.
When she opened the lid, there was a delicious pie emitting a fragrant aroma.
“What pie?”
Said Erdene, taking her arm off the table so the servants could place their teacups.
“It’s a pie from Sophia. She said it was sent from home, and she gave me one.”
“Sophia? Then it must have been made by the Marchioness Fiddlers. It smelled so good.”
“That’s what they said. The way she treats Sophia makes her seem like a different person. I’ve never heard of a Marchioness who bakes her own pies.”
“She has other daughters, but she’s especially devoted to Sophia.”
Marchioness Fiddlers had made this pie for Arkan several times.
The problem was that she would always say, “Sophia loves this pie,” but the pie itself was excellent.
“There’s chestnut stew in it. It must have been hard to get chestnuts, but she managed to...”
Arkan turned his head towards Erdene, suddenly trailing off and making a strange expression.
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
The Privy Councilor, having received the order, left the parade ground as quickly as he had come.
Erdene approached, wiping her forehead with the cloth around her neck.
“What’s the matter?”
Arkan nodded. When Erdene sat down, Anne, who was standing next to Plat, quickly brought her a glass of cool water and handed it to her.
Although it was a fairly large glass, Erdene drank the water in just three sips and let out a long, refreshing breath.
The back of her neck, leaning against the table, was flushed.
“What’s the matter?”
“They say the Prince of Kensilom is coming to Vetor.”
“The Prince of Kensilom? Not the King?”
“It seems like they do it without the King knowing. Is it a recent trend? I don’t know why everyone does this.”
When Arkan sighed, Anne placed a plate of cassole covered with a bell-shaped lid on the table.
When she opened the lid, there was a delicious pie emitting a fragrant aroma.
“What pie?”
Said Erdene, taking her arm off the table so the servants could place their teacups.
“It’s a pie from Sophia. She said it was sent from home, and she gave me one.”
“Sophia? Then it must have been made by the Marchioness Fiddlers. It smelled so good.”
“That’s what they said. The way she treats Sophia makes her seem like a different person. I’ve never heard of a Marchioness who bakes her own pies.”
“She has other daughters, but she’s especially devoted to Sophia.”
Marchioness Fiddlers had made this pie for Arkan several times.
The problem was that she would always say, “Sophia loves this pie,” but the pie itself was excellent.
“There’s chestnut stew in it. It must have been hard to get chestnuts, but she managed to...”
Arkan turned his head towards Erdene, suddenly trailing off and making a strange expression.
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