Callius was worried that Chloe would refuse to wear the practical clothes that northerners wore.
Because the Arrental place great importance on ornate and colorful clothing.
Those who have not been to the North cannot imagine how bitter the winds there are.
It was difficult to think that it was similar to Arrental's winter.
Callius and his men, who had once spent a winter in Arrental, thought that Arrental was a place without winter.
The winter in Arrental was warmer than the summer in Ronheim, so much so that he became a laughing stock while walking around in summer clothes he had bought from Arrental without even realizing that winter had come.
'With clothes like that, you'll get frostbite as soon as you step out of the magic circle.'
Callius was very bothered by Chloe's dress, which covered her neck and arms with lace, even though it was only to go to the bathroom.
If she were to walk around wearing a skirt with an open bottom like that in the first place, she might end up having to cut off the entire lower half of her body, which is blackened by frostbite, tonight.
In fact, many travelers who traveled to the North without any preparation often lost fingers and toes to frostbite, or in severe cases, had their legs amputated.
If Chloe refused to change her clothes, he had to force her to do so. For her safety.
So everyone was looking at Chloe, waiting for her permission.
But unexpectedly, Chloe smiled brightly.
"Thank you for your concern, Marquis Rodrian. Where would be a good place to change?"
Instead of refusing, Chloe said Thank you.
All the Ronheimers gathered here glanced at each other. Their eyes were filled with confusion.
'Thank you for your concern.'
'I know...'
'I thought there would be a big fuss.'
'It might not be that difficult...'
The knights who had been watching Chloe tensely and sharply relaxed their eyes in embarrassment at her polite attitude.
The quick-witted Rhonda quickly guided Chloe away.
"The place is shabby, so I think it would be best to change in the carriage. First, you should choose some clothes you like. Would you mind coming this way, ma'am?"
Rhonda took Chloe to a stall just a few steps away.
Chloe looked intently at the leather garments displayed on the wooden planks.
Callius looked at Chloe with a strange look.
Thank you for your concern.
Earlier, when he told her it would be an arduous journey, she said she wouldn't be anxious or worried, but would persevere. For some reason, she also expressed gratitude.
Then she smiled brightly.
That smile never left his mind.
She is a really strange person.
It looked precarious, like the ashes left after everything had burned, as if it would scatter at any moment if the wind blew, but the determination within it was as solid as a rock.
Callius' gaze never left Chloe.
Brentian spoke coldly to Callius, as if telling him to come to his senses.
“She doesn’t know yet.”
"What."
"She hasn't even set foot on northern soil. Now that she's come this far, she might be patient and follow the situation, but once she reaches Abene, she might decide to turn back."
Brentian hoped Callius wouldn't be too attached to Chloe.
Wasn't it originally designed to find out whether Kavala possessed a holy relic or not?
Just getting permission to marry was enough to turn his suspicions into certainty, but he didn't stop there and pushed for the marriage all the way.
'Why?'
Besides, what on earth is Princess Chloe thinking?
Is she being ordered by Kavala to find the key to awakening the holy relic?
'That's probably it. Otherwise, there'd be no reason to agree to the marriage and come all the way here.'
Brentian believed that this marriage would end sooner or later.
Up until now, the two sides' schemes had been intertwined, and things had progressed somehow, but he expected that Chloe would cry and turn back once she got to Abene, saying she couldn't go any further.
Brentian secretly hoped this marriage would break up. No, it had to.
'I've figured out the location of the relic, now I have to get rid of the Princess.'
Chloe must be a spy planted by Kavala.
The only reason Brentian cared about Chloe's clothes was because he couldn't send Chloe back to her frozen corpse.
'Then there'll be another bloodbath. I have to avoid that.'
If not for that reason, what would he know about the Idelian Princess?
But why is Callius, who should be thinking the same thing as him, looking at Chloe like he's in love?
'I'm anxious...'
He wonders if Cassius really gave his heart away in the meantime.
'That's ridiculous.'
Brentian wanted to believe that Callius couldn't be that foolish.
'I hope my lord doesn't feel any sense of responsibility for this relationship, which will end tonight.'
But Callius had a look on his face that made it impossible to understand what was on his mind.
He spoke calmly, without taking his eyes off Chloe.
“She might say she wants to go back. Maybe not. We’ll just wait and see.”
“...”
Just wait and see? You're not going to scare her, make her unbearable, and send her away, are you?
'Why, why?'
Brentian glanced at Callius disapprovingly.
Even though he felt Brentian's gaze, Callius changed the subject as if he didn't care at all.
“Have you found out any more news about the relics?”
Brentian sighed softly and reported.
“I gathered some rumors from the palace just before I left.”
“Did anyone see the relics in that burned warehouse?”
"Fortunately or unfortunately, no one seems to have found the relic in the wreckage. I found out it was where precious jewels were stored. Perhaps the Empress kept the relic somewhere else? It would be a trivial object to someone who doesn't know its true value."
"Yes. I'd rather believe it's safely stored somewhere else than to assume it might have been lost in a fire."
“It probably wasn’t lost. If it had been, there would have been no point in sending the Princess to Ronheim.”
The expressions of Callius and Brentian, who were recalling the sacred relic, were dark.
“When will I be able to get it back?”
Behind the two muttering people at the same time, the teddy bear on the carriage seat could not bear the weight and fell over to the side.
'I can't tell what's what even if I look at it.'
I looked confusedly at the northern clothing Rhonda was showing me.
'Is this really a suit? Not a harness?'
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't figure out where to hang it or how to wear it.
They were all pitch black and looked frighteningly heavy.
The appearance is all the same, so what am I supposed to choose here?
Eventually, I gave up on choosing.
“Please recommend some suitable ones.”
Rhonda stepped forward as if she had expected me to say that.
"Actually, the best clothing for the North is the one that fits best. That way, you can effectively block the wind."
She held the clothes and moved them around my body.
“Well, Madame is small in stature...”
She took measurements of all the clothes she had made, one by one, by holding them up to my body, and then muttered a little embarrassedly.
“You’re smaller than you look...”
Then she said, "Oh no," and apologized.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.”
I nodded generously.
That's understandable, because Rhonda, a northerner, was a head taller than I.
I think she looks tall to me, but she probably thinks I look small to her, too. What can she do if she calls something small?
“Are there any clothes that fit me?”
“Well, it’s not like that’s completely gone.”
“If you have any clothes that fit, show me.”
Rhonda asked cautiously, looking embarrassed.
"If it's not rude, ma'am, would you mind if you wore children's clothing? Well, I don't know how it sounds, but in the North, children grow as tall as adults in the South."
I nodded nonchalantly.
“Then I’ll do that.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Sure.”
“Really?”
"Yes."
Rhonda got the answer from me a surprising number of times.
"Why do you keep asking? How would I know if it's for children or adults? I can't tell the difference anyway."
After I finished choosing my clothes, Rhonda offered to change them in the carriage.
It seemed that if I weren't in a carriage, I had to change clothes behind a wooden screen on one side of the stall.
Before I could give any orders to the maids I had brought from the palace, Rhonda asked some of them to assist me.
But then one of the maids near Ronda caught my eye.
'That person...!'
The person who saw my surprised expression also widened their eyes when they met my eyes.
I almost screamed.
But, aware that eyes were watching, I tried to suppress my pounding heart and calmly waved to her.
“Hey, you, would you like to come here for a moment?”
“Yes...”
She swallowed dryly, closed her eyes tightly, and came closer.
“Rhonda, just wait a minute. It’ll only take a moment.”
The maid and I got into the carriage and locked the door tightly.
Then I glared at her.
“Are you the thief from back then?”
Because the Arrental place great importance on ornate and colorful clothing.
Those who have not been to the North cannot imagine how bitter the winds there are.
It was difficult to think that it was similar to Arrental's winter.
Callius and his men, who had once spent a winter in Arrental, thought that Arrental was a place without winter.
The winter in Arrental was warmer than the summer in Ronheim, so much so that he became a laughing stock while walking around in summer clothes he had bought from Arrental without even realizing that winter had come.
'With clothes like that, you'll get frostbite as soon as you step out of the magic circle.'
Callius was very bothered by Chloe's dress, which covered her neck and arms with lace, even though it was only to go to the bathroom.
If she were to walk around wearing a skirt with an open bottom like that in the first place, she might end up having to cut off the entire lower half of her body, which is blackened by frostbite, tonight.
In fact, many travelers who traveled to the North without any preparation often lost fingers and toes to frostbite, or in severe cases, had their legs amputated.
If Chloe refused to change her clothes, he had to force her to do so. For her safety.
So everyone was looking at Chloe, waiting for her permission.
But unexpectedly, Chloe smiled brightly.
"Thank you for your concern, Marquis Rodrian. Where would be a good place to change?"
Instead of refusing, Chloe said Thank you.
All the Ronheimers gathered here glanced at each other. Their eyes were filled with confusion.
'Thank you for your concern.'
'I know...'
'I thought there would be a big fuss.'
'It might not be that difficult...'
The knights who had been watching Chloe tensely and sharply relaxed their eyes in embarrassment at her polite attitude.
The quick-witted Rhonda quickly guided Chloe away.
"The place is shabby, so I think it would be best to change in the carriage. First, you should choose some clothes you like. Would you mind coming this way, ma'am?"
Rhonda took Chloe to a stall just a few steps away.
Chloe looked intently at the leather garments displayed on the wooden planks.
Callius looked at Chloe with a strange look.
Thank you for your concern.
Earlier, when he told her it would be an arduous journey, she said she wouldn't be anxious or worried, but would persevere. For some reason, she also expressed gratitude.
Then she smiled brightly.
That smile never left his mind.
She is a really strange person.
It looked precarious, like the ashes left after everything had burned, as if it would scatter at any moment if the wind blew, but the determination within it was as solid as a rock.
Callius' gaze never left Chloe.
Brentian spoke coldly to Callius, as if telling him to come to his senses.
“She doesn’t know yet.”
"What."
"She hasn't even set foot on northern soil. Now that she's come this far, she might be patient and follow the situation, but once she reaches Abene, she might decide to turn back."
Brentian hoped Callius wouldn't be too attached to Chloe.
Wasn't it originally designed to find out whether Kavala possessed a holy relic or not?
Just getting permission to marry was enough to turn his suspicions into certainty, but he didn't stop there and pushed for the marriage all the way.
'Why?'
Besides, what on earth is Princess Chloe thinking?
Is she being ordered by Kavala to find the key to awakening the holy relic?
'That's probably it. Otherwise, there'd be no reason to agree to the marriage and come all the way here.'
Brentian believed that this marriage would end sooner or later.
Up until now, the two sides' schemes had been intertwined, and things had progressed somehow, but he expected that Chloe would cry and turn back once she got to Abene, saying she couldn't go any further.
Brentian secretly hoped this marriage would break up. No, it had to.
'I've figured out the location of the relic, now I have to get rid of the Princess.'
Chloe must be a spy planted by Kavala.
The only reason Brentian cared about Chloe's clothes was because he couldn't send Chloe back to her frozen corpse.
'Then there'll be another bloodbath. I have to avoid that.'
If not for that reason, what would he know about the Idelian Princess?
But why is Callius, who should be thinking the same thing as him, looking at Chloe like he's in love?
'I'm anxious...'
He wonders if Cassius really gave his heart away in the meantime.
'That's ridiculous.'
Brentian wanted to believe that Callius couldn't be that foolish.
'I hope my lord doesn't feel any sense of responsibility for this relationship, which will end tonight.'
But Callius had a look on his face that made it impossible to understand what was on his mind.
He spoke calmly, without taking his eyes off Chloe.
“She might say she wants to go back. Maybe not. We’ll just wait and see.”
“...”
Just wait and see? You're not going to scare her, make her unbearable, and send her away, are you?
'Why, why?'
Brentian glanced at Callius disapprovingly.
Even though he felt Brentian's gaze, Callius changed the subject as if he didn't care at all.
“Have you found out any more news about the relics?”
Brentian sighed softly and reported.
“I gathered some rumors from the palace just before I left.”
“Did anyone see the relics in that burned warehouse?”
"Fortunately or unfortunately, no one seems to have found the relic in the wreckage. I found out it was where precious jewels were stored. Perhaps the Empress kept the relic somewhere else? It would be a trivial object to someone who doesn't know its true value."
"Yes. I'd rather believe it's safely stored somewhere else than to assume it might have been lost in a fire."
“It probably wasn’t lost. If it had been, there would have been no point in sending the Princess to Ronheim.”
The expressions of Callius and Brentian, who were recalling the sacred relic, were dark.
“When will I be able to get it back?”
Behind the two muttering people at the same time, the teddy bear on the carriage seat could not bear the weight and fell over to the side.
***
'I can't tell what's what even if I look at it.'
I looked confusedly at the northern clothing Rhonda was showing me.
'Is this really a suit? Not a harness?'
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't figure out where to hang it or how to wear it.
They were all pitch black and looked frighteningly heavy.
The appearance is all the same, so what am I supposed to choose here?
Eventually, I gave up on choosing.
“Please recommend some suitable ones.”
Rhonda stepped forward as if she had expected me to say that.
"Actually, the best clothing for the North is the one that fits best. That way, you can effectively block the wind."
She held the clothes and moved them around my body.
“Well, Madame is small in stature...”
She took measurements of all the clothes she had made, one by one, by holding them up to my body, and then muttered a little embarrassedly.
“You’re smaller than you look...”
Then she said, "Oh no," and apologized.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.”
I nodded generously.
That's understandable, because Rhonda, a northerner, was a head taller than I.
I think she looks tall to me, but she probably thinks I look small to her, too. What can she do if she calls something small?
“Are there any clothes that fit me?”
“Well, it’s not like that’s completely gone.”
“If you have any clothes that fit, show me.”
Rhonda asked cautiously, looking embarrassed.
"If it's not rude, ma'am, would you mind if you wore children's clothing? Well, I don't know how it sounds, but in the North, children grow as tall as adults in the South."
I nodded nonchalantly.
“Then I’ll do that.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Sure.”
“Really?”
"Yes."
Rhonda got the answer from me a surprising number of times.
"Why do you keep asking? How would I know if it's for children or adults? I can't tell the difference anyway."
After I finished choosing my clothes, Rhonda offered to change them in the carriage.
It seemed that if I weren't in a carriage, I had to change clothes behind a wooden screen on one side of the stall.
Before I could give any orders to the maids I had brought from the palace, Rhonda asked some of them to assist me.
But then one of the maids near Ronda caught my eye.
'That person...!'
The person who saw my surprised expression also widened their eyes when they met my eyes.
I almost screamed.
But, aware that eyes were watching, I tried to suppress my pounding heart and calmly waved to her.
“Hey, you, would you like to come here for a moment?”
“Yes...”
She swallowed dryly, closed her eyes tightly, and came closer.
“Rhonda, just wait a minute. It’ll only take a moment.”
The maid and I got into the carriage and locked the door tightly.
Then I glared at her.
“Are you the thief from back then?”
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