The result was a success.
The fight immediately stopped when Moni breathed fire.
Princess Resilia let go of Moiya's horns as her hair caught fire and fell.
Moni's fire instantly burned Princess Resilia's long, glossy pink hair.
"Ah! My hair! Oh, hot... hot!"
More than half of Princess Resilia's long hair, which Moiya had been holding onto, was burning at a terrifying rate.
But the damage extended to Moiya as well.
"Moni, you idiot! It won't burn my face either, Moiya~!"
"Huh? You're already dark, so it doesn't matter, Moni~?"
"No, it's different. It's different! Your complexion is noticeably different when you're in the sun and when you only walk in the shade!"
Moiya was upset by the subtle differences that only she knew, but Moni didn't sympathize at all.
To Moni's eyes, it wasn't Moiya, but Princess Resilia, who was noticeably changing.
The flames burned the Princess's left shoulder, halfway down to her shoulder, before disappearing.
The shortened hair looked messy, as if it had been cut with broken scissors a century ago.
The Princess sobbed and frenziedly touched the hair on her left side, which had been burned all the way down to her ear.
"Haaaang-! Only one side is like this! What am I going to do with this!"
Who told her to fight?
Moni clapped her hands behind her back and scolded Princess Resilia.
"Oh, you pink-head. Why are you crying? What did you do to deserve this?"
And since she had carelessly destroyed the sausages they had received in return for teaching the young ladies the "Dance of Courtship," it was only natural that she would be punished.
However, seeing Princess Resilia so sadly weeping, Moni's heart ached a little.
Finally, she mustered up the courage to offer Princess Resilia an apology.
“I’m sorry. Don’t cry. I’ll adjust the length.”
“!”
Princess Resilia buried her face in her hands and cried, then suddenly looked up.
A hint of ominousness flashed through the sincerity in Moni’s voice.
“W-what?! Wait... Don’t come! Don’t do that! Don’t open your mouth! Don’t breathe fire!”
Princess Resilia was startled when Moni flew from her left to her right, stepping back and shouting.
“Moni, you’re too kind, that’s a problem. Why would you go through the trouble of adjusting it when you could just leave it as one?”
Moiya, who had been fuming that her face was burned, clicked her tongue and muttered.
“Kwaaaaak-!”
Moni breathed fire at Princess Resilia again.
Even though Princess Resilia had stepped back, increasing the distance, the fire still landed squarely on the right side of her hair.
“Ouch? The length is different again. Should I burn the left side more, Moiya~?”
Following Moni, Moiya again blew fire at her left strand of hair, which was slightly longer than her right.
“Huh? It went up too high again, Moni~?”
This time, Moni blew fire at her right strand of hair again.
“Please stop! Who, who asked you to match the length of my hair?!”
Princess Resilia screamed.
She went to the mirror and looked at herself in it. She saw that she had a pink bowl on her head.
“Huh, huff!”
Princess Resilia’s mouth was wide open in shock.
Her eyes closed instead of her mouth, and she fainted backward.
“Hair grows back, so why are you making such a fuss, Moni~?”
“That’s right. Sausages that are trampled and crushed don’t grow back plump...”
The two wyverns couldn’t understand the fainting Princess Resilia.
“Moni, don’t tell Master that we fought,”
Moiya urged Moni, taking the remaining intact sausages from Moiya’s basket.
“But if she asks me how I got the sausages out, what would I say?”
“Let’s just say Rams’ mother was sleeping. It’s not a lie, right?”
Moiya said, taking the blanket from the bed and draping it over Princess Resilia, who was passed out on the floor.
The next day.
Prince Norton brought forward the state council scheduled for two days later.
In addition to the ministers of the Pasha Empire, the meeting was also attended by key figures from the congratulatory delegations from each country who had attended the party last night.
Those present knew that the purpose of today’s state council was to discuss the procedures and agenda related to the ‘Emperor’s Coronation Ceremony.’
However, the ministers had other questions.
The question of Prince Norton's position on the incident involving Princess Resilia at the party last night was a matter of intense interest.
However, as expected, the meeting began with the coronation ceremony.
Nothing new was added or changed. It was simply a final review of the day's schedule.
"I trust that the ministers will proceed with the coronation ceremony without a hitch. Therefore, I will not discuss that matter further. There is another reason why we have invited such a delegation of congratulatory messages, in addition to the ministers, today."
Prince Norton emphasized his final words.
Everyone present stared at Prince Norton, their gaze fixed on him with a reassuring gaze.
"Since you witnessed it yourself yesterday, I will not mince words."
It was clear he was referring to Princess Resilia's "disorder" at the party last night.
Prince Norton observed the ministers' expressions before continuing.
"Those ministers who still believe that Princess Resilia, Rams's biological mother, should become the Empress of the Pasha Empire, please raise your hand."
Prince Norton's firm voice carried the nuance of, "If there are ministers who still want Princess Resilia to be Empress after what they saw yesterday, they must be out of their minds."
None of the ministers raised a hand.
It was a natural result.
Then, Linel, sitting diagonally across from Prince Norton, raised his hand slightly.
"...Does Your Highness think the Princess should be Empress?"
Prince Norton, though he thought Linel would never do so, reacted sensitively without realizing it.
"Wasn't that matter settled a while ago? I heard there was another suggestion."
"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Please speak at your leisure."
Prince Norton smiled awkwardly and closed his mouth.
“I will follow everyone’s opinion. We have decided to hold the wedding ceremony along with the coronation.”
Prince Norton quickly spoke before the Foreign Minister could finish speaking.
“Did the meeting go well? After what happened yesterday, surely none of the ministers sided with Resilia?”
Melanie, who was preparing to go out, turned to Hetor, who had returned to his room, and asked.
“Thanks to His Majesty and Magic Tower Lord, we have agreed to hold the wedding on the day of the coronation.”
“Really? That’s great!”
Melanie, who was sitting at the vanity applying lipstick, jumped up from her chair and ran to Hetor.
Hetor chuckled and stared blankly at Melanie, then exclaimed,
“Ugh?!”
He cupped Melanie’s face with both hands and cupped her lower lip.
Hetor pulled away, chuckling,
“That’s enough.”
“...What? But why are you suddenly kissing me? It makes me not want to go out.”
Melanie pressed the back of her hand against her warm cheek and twisted her body.
“The lipstick is only on your lower lip. It’s so funny I can’t talk.”
“?”
Melanie ran back to the vanity and looked in the mirror.
The lipstick she had just applied to her lower lip was gone without a trace.
She quickly picked up the lipstick on the vanity and this time only applied it to her upper lip.
Then she scurried over to Hetor and leaned in closer.
Hetor burst into laughter, his expression absurd, and once again explored her lips.
After a moment, when their lips parted, Melanie began to speak, muttering, “Remember!”
“I’m going out to see the palace with my in-laws and their wives right now.”
“But.”
“If any of the ladies come harassing you while I’m away from the palace, draw your sword immediately. Understood?”
The fight immediately stopped when Moni breathed fire.
Princess Resilia let go of Moiya's horns as her hair caught fire and fell.
Moni's fire instantly burned Princess Resilia's long, glossy pink hair.
"Ah! My hair! Oh, hot... hot!"
More than half of Princess Resilia's long hair, which Moiya had been holding onto, was burning at a terrifying rate.
But the damage extended to Moiya as well.
"Moni, you idiot! It won't burn my face either, Moiya~!"
"Huh? You're already dark, so it doesn't matter, Moni~?"
"No, it's different. It's different! Your complexion is noticeably different when you're in the sun and when you only walk in the shade!"
Moiya was upset by the subtle differences that only she knew, but Moni didn't sympathize at all.
To Moni's eyes, it wasn't Moiya, but Princess Resilia, who was noticeably changing.
The flames burned the Princess's left shoulder, halfway down to her shoulder, before disappearing.
The shortened hair looked messy, as if it had been cut with broken scissors a century ago.
The Princess sobbed and frenziedly touched the hair on her left side, which had been burned all the way down to her ear.
"Haaaang-! Only one side is like this! What am I going to do with this!"
Who told her to fight?
Moni clapped her hands behind her back and scolded Princess Resilia.
"Oh, you pink-head. Why are you crying? What did you do to deserve this?"
And since she had carelessly destroyed the sausages they had received in return for teaching the young ladies the "Dance of Courtship," it was only natural that she would be punished.
However, seeing Princess Resilia so sadly weeping, Moni's heart ached a little.
Finally, she mustered up the courage to offer Princess Resilia an apology.
“I’m sorry. Don’t cry. I’ll adjust the length.”
“!”
Princess Resilia buried her face in her hands and cried, then suddenly looked up.
A hint of ominousness flashed through the sincerity in Moni’s voice.
“W-what?! Wait... Don’t come! Don’t do that! Don’t open your mouth! Don’t breathe fire!”
Princess Resilia was startled when Moni flew from her left to her right, stepping back and shouting.
“Moni, you’re too kind, that’s a problem. Why would you go through the trouble of adjusting it when you could just leave it as one?”
Moiya, who had been fuming that her face was burned, clicked her tongue and muttered.
“Kwaaaaak-!”
Moni breathed fire at Princess Resilia again.
Even though Princess Resilia had stepped back, increasing the distance, the fire still landed squarely on the right side of her hair.
“Ouch? The length is different again. Should I burn the left side more, Moiya~?”
Following Moni, Moiya again blew fire at her left strand of hair, which was slightly longer than her right.
“Huh? It went up too high again, Moni~?”
This time, Moni blew fire at her right strand of hair again.
“Please stop! Who, who asked you to match the length of my hair?!”
Princess Resilia screamed.
She went to the mirror and looked at herself in it. She saw that she had a pink bowl on her head.
“Huh, huff!”
Princess Resilia’s mouth was wide open in shock.
Her eyes closed instead of her mouth, and she fainted backward.
“Hair grows back, so why are you making such a fuss, Moni~?”
“That’s right. Sausages that are trampled and crushed don’t grow back plump...”
The two wyverns couldn’t understand the fainting Princess Resilia.
“Moni, don’t tell Master that we fought,”
Moiya urged Moni, taking the remaining intact sausages from Moiya’s basket.
“But if she asks me how I got the sausages out, what would I say?”
“Let’s just say Rams’ mother was sleeping. It’s not a lie, right?”
Moiya said, taking the blanket from the bed and draping it over Princess Resilia, who was passed out on the floor.
***
The next day.
Prince Norton brought forward the state council scheduled for two days later.
In addition to the ministers of the Pasha Empire, the meeting was also attended by key figures from the congratulatory delegations from each country who had attended the party last night.
Those present knew that the purpose of today’s state council was to discuss the procedures and agenda related to the ‘Emperor’s Coronation Ceremony.’
However, the ministers had other questions.
The question of Prince Norton's position on the incident involving Princess Resilia at the party last night was a matter of intense interest.
However, as expected, the meeting began with the coronation ceremony.
Nothing new was added or changed. It was simply a final review of the day's schedule.
"I trust that the ministers will proceed with the coronation ceremony without a hitch. Therefore, I will not discuss that matter further. There is another reason why we have invited such a delegation of congratulatory messages, in addition to the ministers, today."
Prince Norton emphasized his final words.
Everyone present stared at Prince Norton, their gaze fixed on him with a reassuring gaze.
"Since you witnessed it yourself yesterday, I will not mince words."
It was clear he was referring to Princess Resilia's "disorder" at the party last night.
Prince Norton observed the ministers' expressions before continuing.
"Those ministers who still believe that Princess Resilia, Rams's biological mother, should become the Empress of the Pasha Empire, please raise your hand."
Prince Norton's firm voice carried the nuance of, "If there are ministers who still want Princess Resilia to be Empress after what they saw yesterday, they must be out of their minds."
None of the ministers raised a hand.
It was a natural result.
Then, Linel, sitting diagonally across from Prince Norton, raised his hand slightly.
"...Does Your Highness think the Princess should be Empress?"
Prince Norton, though he thought Linel would never do so, reacted sensitively without realizing it.
"Wasn't that matter settled a while ago? I heard there was another suggestion."
"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Please speak at your leisure."
Prince Norton smiled awkwardly and closed his mouth.
"I wonder if we could hold a wedding ceremony in conjunction with the coronation."
The ministers' faces were puzzled by Linel's suggestion.
He turned his gaze to them and spoke again.
“Since Prince Calvain and Princess Jasper were planning to have their wedding on the day of the coronation anyway, there’s no need for separate preparations. I think it’ll be quite feasible.”
“I think we should discuss that matter again after the coronation...”
A minister quickly suggested a solution to Prince Norton.
“Is there really a need for that? As you know, I am the Emperor of a country, so I cannot leave the palace empty for long. It’s not even close to the wedding.”
“Why don’t you come here using the Tower Lord’s teleportation technique? Just like you brought Princess Resilia here.”
Linel glanced at Bellos at the minister’s rebuttal.
Bellos answered him with a blank expression.
“Teleportation is only possible once a month. If you force yourself to use it, your lifespan will be shortened by ten years.”
Bellos lied for Prince Norton and Rosie.
However, the ministers whispered, "If the Magic Tower Lord lived for nearly 300 years, wouldn't it be okay if his lifespan was shortened by that much? "
Still, it was someone else's lifespan, so they couldn't force it.
Following Bellos, Linel added,
"As a brother, I hope I will personally congratulate Rosie on her wedding and understand my desire to return home."
Linel spoke to the ministers in a polite, pleading voice, but his gaze was quite forceful.
The ministers began to murmur, wondering how it was possible to congratulate the wedding of a former concubine with a brotherly heart.
However, they couldn't argue, as it wasn't their intention.
Prince Norton gave Linel and Bellos a grateful look.
The ministers exchanged a few quiet words among themselves before the Minister of Foreign Affairs asked,
"Then what are your plans for Princess Resilia's accommodations?"
"We plan to take her back to the Lapion Empire,"
Linel answered.
The Foreign Minister paused for a moment, then spoke again, as if he had no other choice.
“After hearing what you said, I think it would be best to reduce unnecessary waste of time. If possible, it would be better to hold the wedding ceremony with the blessings of the congratulatory delegations from various countries...”
The ministers' faces were puzzled by Linel's suggestion.
He turned his gaze to them and spoke again.
“Since Prince Calvain and Princess Jasper were planning to have their wedding on the day of the coronation anyway, there’s no need for separate preparations. I think it’ll be quite feasible.”
“I think we should discuss that matter again after the coronation...”
A minister quickly suggested a solution to Prince Norton.
“Is there really a need for that? As you know, I am the Emperor of a country, so I cannot leave the palace empty for long. It’s not even close to the wedding.”
“Why don’t you come here using the Tower Lord’s teleportation technique? Just like you brought Princess Resilia here.”
Linel glanced at Bellos at the minister’s rebuttal.
Bellos answered him with a blank expression.
“Teleportation is only possible once a month. If you force yourself to use it, your lifespan will be shortened by ten years.”
Bellos lied for Prince Norton and Rosie.
However, the ministers whispered, "If the Magic Tower Lord lived for nearly 300 years, wouldn't it be okay if his lifespan was shortened by that much? "
Still, it was someone else's lifespan, so they couldn't force it.
Following Bellos, Linel added,
"As a brother, I hope I will personally congratulate Rosie on her wedding and understand my desire to return home."
Linel spoke to the ministers in a polite, pleading voice, but his gaze was quite forceful.
The ministers began to murmur, wondering how it was possible to congratulate the wedding of a former concubine with a brotherly heart.
However, they couldn't argue, as it wasn't their intention.
Prince Norton gave Linel and Bellos a grateful look.
The ministers exchanged a few quiet words among themselves before the Minister of Foreign Affairs asked,
"Then what are your plans for Princess Resilia's accommodations?"
"We plan to take her back to the Lapion Empire,"
Linel answered.
The Foreign Minister paused for a moment, then spoke again, as if he had no other choice.
“After hearing what you said, I think it would be best to reduce unnecessary waste of time. If possible, it would be better to hold the wedding ceremony with the blessings of the congratulatory delegations from various countries...”
“I will follow everyone’s opinion. We have decided to hold the wedding ceremony along with the coronation.”
Prince Norton quickly spoke before the Foreign Minister could finish speaking.
***
“Did the meeting go well? After what happened yesterday, surely none of the ministers sided with Resilia?”
Melanie, who was preparing to go out, turned to Hetor, who had returned to his room, and asked.
“Thanks to His Majesty and Magic Tower Lord, we have agreed to hold the wedding on the day of the coronation.”
“Really? That’s great!”
Melanie, who was sitting at the vanity applying lipstick, jumped up from her chair and ran to Hetor.
Hetor chuckled and stared blankly at Melanie, then exclaimed,
“Ugh?!”
He cupped Melanie’s face with both hands and cupped her lower lip.
Hetor pulled away, chuckling,
“That’s enough.”
“...What? But why are you suddenly kissing me? It makes me not want to go out.”
Melanie pressed the back of her hand against her warm cheek and twisted her body.
“The lipstick is only on your lower lip. It’s so funny I can’t talk.”
“?”
Melanie ran back to the vanity and looked in the mirror.
The lipstick she had just applied to her lower lip was gone without a trace.
She quickly picked up the lipstick on the vanity and this time only applied it to her upper lip.
Then she scurried over to Hetor and leaned in closer.
Hetor burst into laughter, his expression absurd, and once again explored her lips.
After a moment, when their lips parted, Melanie began to speak, muttering, “Remember!”
“I’m going out to see the palace with my in-laws and their wives right now.”
“But.”
“If any of the ladies come harassing you while I’m away from the palace, draw your sword immediately. Understood?”
“...”
He was probably saying that because some of the ladies showed interest in him at the party yesterday.
Hetor thought so.
Even though he was a pirate king with barbarian blood, he wasn’t the type to draw his sword just any time.
“Scare them?”
For that simple reason?
Hetor asked, dumbfounded.
“No. Just cut them down!”
“...Go quickly. Don’t keep the in-laws waiting.”
Hetor avoided answering and pushed Melanie’s back.
“Oh, my senses. I don’t want to be hated.”
Melanie obediently hurried to open the door, then glanced back at Hetor.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I’m thinking of taking a break today.”
“With me?”
Melanie’s eyes sparkled at the delightful words.
“No. The novel... I think I should start writing again, if only because of His Majesty’s nagging.”
Hetor hesitated before confessing.
“Did you hear? Your father is finally going to move his finger for your future!”
Melanie stroked her stomach with both hands, moved.
“Remember. We’re going to go to hell, no matter what. And we’re going to cut it off at the hot scene. So much so that His Majesty is curious and grabs you by the collar. Can you do it?”
Melanie patted Hetor’s firm buttocks with a soothing expression and voice.
“The biggest hell I know is... you, Melanie.”
You’re a living hell.
Hetor, momentarily dazed, muttered as he watched Melanie pat his buttocks.
“The hell is... when you think it’s over, that’s when you take a step further.”
Melanie whispered, glancing down,
“For example, something like this...”
The hand that had been patting Hetor’s butt shifted slightly forward.
He was probably saying that because some of the ladies showed interest in him at the party yesterday.
Hetor thought so.
Even though he was a pirate king with barbarian blood, he wasn’t the type to draw his sword just any time.
“Scare them?”
For that simple reason?
Hetor asked, dumbfounded.
“No. Just cut them down!”
“...Go quickly. Don’t keep the in-laws waiting.”
Hetor avoided answering and pushed Melanie’s back.
“Oh, my senses. I don’t want to be hated.”
Melanie obediently hurried to open the door, then glanced back at Hetor.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I’m thinking of taking a break today.”
“With me?”
Melanie’s eyes sparkled at the delightful words.
“No. The novel... I think I should start writing again, if only because of His Majesty’s nagging.”
Hetor hesitated before confessing.
“Did you hear? Your father is finally going to move his finger for your future!”
Melanie stroked her stomach with both hands, moved.
“Remember. We’re going to go to hell, no matter what. And we’re going to cut it off at the hot scene. So much so that His Majesty is curious and grabs you by the collar. Can you do it?”
Melanie patted Hetor’s firm buttocks with a soothing expression and voice.
“The biggest hell I know is... you, Melanie.”
You’re a living hell.
Hetor, momentarily dazed, muttered as he watched Melanie pat his buttocks.
“The hell is... when you think it’s over, that’s when you take a step further.”
Melanie whispered, glancing down,
“For example, something like this...”
The hand that had been patting Hetor’s butt shifted slightly forward.
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