On the way back to his room, Caliph met the butler.
The butler Fabian saw a smile on him and asked in surprise.
"Do you have any good things, Master?"
Then the expression on Caliph's face disappeared.
"...What a good thing."
That's right. Fabian bowed his head.
However, Caliph grabbed the butler again.
"Fabian."
"Yes, master."
"Can you call the doctor again?"
Fabian looked at him in surprise again.
In fact, the doctor who came to see Caliph's wounds last time stuck out his tongue and left.
"This is going to be a big deal, master. What if you walk around on this bridge all the time?"
However, neither Caliph nor his father, the Grand Duke, cared too much.
The reason is simple.
The Sword Masters of Halias are endowed with special healing powers.
So, if he wasn't injured to the point of death, he was definitely better than others.
Of course, it is a hard job for the observers.
'But you want me to call a doctor yourself...'
Fabian replied with a worried expression.
"Are you very bad?"
Calilh replied with a faint smile.
"I thought I'd put up with it if I couldn't get a ticket... Someone noticed."
Fabian looked at Caliph's thighs carefully.
He doesn't know what the wounds on the inside of his clothes are, but he seemed to be walking well and looking fine.
'No, it's suspicious that you keep laughing so hard. Are you using a very strong painkiller?'
Fabian concluded and nodded seriously.
"I'll call him right away, Master. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of it first."
Caliph walked into his room with a smile on his face.
"Brother, Calipha. It's all right."
Anyway, he can't worry about such a cute and quirky guy.
***
As the days passed, I became suspicious of Garcia.
I think she had compassion on me and cast the wrong spell on the Halias.
Otherwise, how can we turn around as a group like this?
Unfortunately, the most severe was Shion.
"Dorian, why shouldn't she marry her brother?"
I didn't want to hear what I couldn't hear, and then rubbed my ears furiously
It can't be like this, it can't be like this...
This is a nightmare...
I shook my head, but the first thing I had to do was to smash Shion's vain dreams early.
He cleared his voice and called out to Shion.
"O'Dave'
It seems that you can see the tail fluttering under the waist of Shion, who is running towards me.
"Yes, Liana! Did you call me?"
"Hmph. I'm a thick garter."
"Hmm, what?"
"Marrying my brother."
"Oh..."
"Illegal! Violation of Kingdom Law!"
Shion furrowed his brows.
"But Liana. I had a history class yesterday, right? The teacher said that the law changes."
What is it?
No matter how rotten your father's money is, why spend a lot of money to call a teacher and try to exploit what you learned in the first class?
I smiled as gently as I could face Shion.
"But there are laws that don't change, just like you can't kill someone who stands still, just like Liana can't hurt Halias."
Fortunately, Shion was listening intently.
In that respect, he is definitely better than Caliph.
So I boldly gave a conclusion.
"You can't marry me."
But then Shion's face suddenly turned bright red as if it was going to explode.
Then he stomped his feet on the innocent carpet and made a fuss on the street.
"You, you... You're cheeky!"
What? I told him at best!
Shion immediately ran out of the room, crying.
What a star.
I was stunned and clicked my tongue, but Dorian was by my side.
"You are two people I want to show to the Grand Duchess in heaven. Oh, how lovely you are..."
It seems to me that the long life in Halias has ruined Dorian's vision very much.
Isn't the standard of loveliness very strange?
I thought Theodore was still the best of the three brothers in the mess.
Theodore didn't think about marrying his sister, and he didn't change overnight as if he had eaten something wrong.
So I opened my mouth.
"Doriyan."
"Yes, baby?"
"Paper... Get me a pen."
Dorian's face lit up all at once.
"Are you going to write a reply to Master Theo? I'll help you, baby!"
Yes, I want you to write even one letter, so I have to write something.
Well, what do I write...
***
I spread out a large, yellowish, stiff piece of paper on the table and stared at it for a long time, as if to light it with my gaze.
'What do I write?'
I had already wasted four pieces of expensive paper.
At first,
"I'm fine. Come back safely."
I wanted to write it, but before I could write 'I'm fine', the paper was full.
No, fingers.
Can't I write a little smaller?
However, on the second and third attempts, I found that my fingers were very assertive.
So I changed the words I was going to write.
"Eyes open."
I think it's good to be concise.
It is easy to write, and it is twice as long as Theodore's reply.
However, even that failed once, and now it is mt fourth attempt.
'Snow...'
Love welled up in Dorian's eyes as she looked at me as I twitched my wrists.
"Oh my God, Master Theo must be very pleased. Not only did you feel well, but you also worked hard to write a letter like this."
Nanny is a very positive person.
With Dorian's support, I completed the second letter.
'Moxibustion.'
Then he looked at Dorian.
"Can you recognize him?"
Because it was written so big... Dorian stood up and admired my handwriting.
"Hmm, of course."
I'm curious about the meaning of 'um', but I won't ask.
Match!
Dorian was startled by the sudden clapping of his hands.
"It's a blink."
The nanny laughed and removed a ribbon from my dress.
"Who?"
Dumbfounded, Dorian wheezed.
"It's a letter from Baby. I couldn't use your name here."
Even if you don't have a name, you wouldn't know who sent it...
I was skeptical, but I let Dorian go.
***
The next day, while I was bored with Mr. Ce by myself, Garcia came to visit.
"Gardilla!"
However, the sight of a shaman with Ingram sitting on her shoulder and wearing a fur cloak was somewhat unfamiliar.
'Aren't you dressed up more than usual?'
I raised my eyes to scan the outfit, and Garcia laughed.
"You are quick-witted. Yes, Baby. I have something to do and I will be away for a while. I have asked the lord not to leave the castle until I return, so don't worry about anything else."
"... Are you going?"
Garcia glanced at Dorian beside me and lowered her voice.
"Go to the north wall."
I grabbed Garcia's cuffs and clung to her.
"No!"
Garcia gently brushed my hair and laughed.
"Why? Is this old woman still not hot?"
I looked up at the shaman with worried eyes.
"It's dangerous..."
"No. baby. I'm not going to go beyond the north wall, I'm going to the magic tower in the southwest."
"... the magic tower?"
I had heard that there was a magic tower somewhere in my previous life.
However, it is completely useless to ordinary people, and I thought it was a rumor because I couldn't see it when I passed by.
Garcia took my hand from the sleeve and squeezed it tightly.
"There are friends there. I used to live there."
"Woo..."
"Don't worry. I'm just going to say hello, baby."
It would take an old woman like Garcia a week to make it to the southwest of the North Wall.
She doesn't go there just to say hello, maybe it's because of the last time the defense wall was broken.
I hugged the shaman as she leaned to my height.
"Be careful, Garcia..."
She smiled brightly and frowned at one eye.
"I'll do that, baby. But before I go, I have one request: would you please do it?"
The atmosphere was unusual, so I asked seriously.
"Why?"
"Well, you're sure you're proud of your red hair, right? It's precious."
I nodded a little nervously.
Garcia gave me a spell to save my life, so if she asked me for my hair, should I give it to her?
Anyway, my hair grows again...
Or...
Garcia's wrinkled hands brushed my hair as if it were a waste.
"I feel the same way. Baby's hair is so proud and adorable... I was afraid of rumors."
That's right.
I looked up at Garcia and smiled.
There was no need to make it so difficult to say that I should cut my hair.
I've already made up my mind, and it's natural for me.
The shiny and cumbersome Princess headdress didn't suit me in the first place.
"It's okay to cut it, because my hair will grow again."
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