“Suddenly... isn’t it?”
He was a man with absolutely no talent for lying. Still, he forced a friendly smile.
Because of his seven-year-old daughter.
“Suddenly?”
Bellos asked, startled.
“You mean, you were trying to introduce me to someone before?”
If so, his expression was even more chilling.
Bellos, with a look of discomfort, gently pulled away from his hand that was holding onto his arm.
“Of course! I think of you so... huh? A lot...”
Linel spat out the words, barely able to raise the corners of his mouth.
His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were chilling.
His eyes were cursing, but his tone was friendly. It was a truly peculiar situation.
“I think things would go a little easier if you told me your ideal type.”
Bellos, who had been trying to dismiss Linel’s words as a joke, became serious.
Bellos's expression seemed on the verge of shouting, "Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way!" However, since the person he was rambling about was the Emperor of the Lapion Empire, he eventually calmly spoke.
"My ideal type is... Raphael?"
Bellos sighed and replied, then looked over.
"...Your ideal type is Raphael?"
Linel, who had been watching the canaries fluttering around in the greenhouse, asked in astonishment.
"Your Majesty!"
This time, Bellos spotted me behind Raphael.
"What? Zelda this time? Have you still not forgotten my wife?"
He suddenly grabbed Bellos's uniform collar with both hands.
Bellos's body swayed back and forth like a willow branch.
Unaware of my presence, he seemed to have misunderstood that Bellos had chosen me as his ideal type.
Suddenly, Bellos' ideal type had become me and Raphael.
"Why are you doing this, Your Majesty!"
Suddenly grabbed by the collar, Bellos shouted in an aggrieved voice.
“Your Majesty!”
I approached, calling out to Linel. Only then did he notice us.
Of course, Bellos had no idea Linel was feeling this way.
“Anyway. Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty.”
“You’re not saying you won’t accept introductions, are you?”
The atmosphere felt too tense, so I was about to speak when,
“Yes, yes. I know, Your Majesty.”
“You two already know about the abstinence. You don’t have to hear it.”
Catherine and Rosie simultaneously cut me off.
Why are you interfering? I wasn’t going to talk about Linel.
Before I could make an excuse, Melanie continued bragging.
“Our King is incredibly energetic, isn’t he? When will he cool down?”
“Why are you asking us that?”
Rosie snapped.
“Hmm. It’s starting to get a bit overwhelming.”
Melanie’s lack of empathy prompted Catherine to suddenly ask about Hetor’s diet in a secretive voice.
“What kind of food does King Hetor usually enjoy?”
“Freshly caught fish, freshly caught seafood. Things like that.”
Melanie also emphasized that freshness was paramount.
“Why? Does Count Ethan feel very tired?”
Catherine frowned at Melanie’s words.
“He often comes home from the blacksmithing with all his might. It’s hard for him to be full of energy every day, isn’t it, Your Majesty?”
Catherine asked, hoping for my agreement, but
“Well, I’m not sure, since every day is your first night.”
I couldn’t help.
Is that really the case?
And since I have nothing to boast about but my husband, I should do as much as I can while I can.
It's about time the topic shifted to bragging about their children. When they start bragging about their children, I should be quiet and withdrawn.
As expected, once the husband's bragging ended, the conversation naturally shifted to the kids.
"Our Divero is really into swordsmanship these days. He's only seven, but his palms are already covered in calluses! The knight commanders are amazed at his remarkable progress."
I'd expected Rosie's son to love books, but this was a surprise.
"He'll show off his skills at the next Continental Hunting Tournament, huh? I can't wait."
Melanie raised her voice when I praised Rosie's son, Divero.
"Our Theo lives with books by his side! He reads so much, he says studying is the best thing in the world. Our Mao loves books too. They're twins, so even though they're different sexes, they have similar personalities."
"Books?"
I asked.
"Yes. Books. Especially in Theo's room, the floor is littered with books, just like Her Majesty Empress Rosie's room."
Melanie's son also loves books, but our Lily hasn't even learned to read yet.
It's complicated.
"You mean Theo, the Queen's son?"
I asked again.
"Then whose son would that be?"
It's normal for Melanie's child to be distant from books, but something feels off.
It seems like his personality has switched from Rosie's son, Divero.
"Our Clarke volunteers like that. He serves food at a soup kitchen in the slums and gives out gifts at an orphanage. He's so kind, it's a problem."
Catherine's son was also quite unexpected.
It was a far cry from the prickly and selfish Catherine.
“By the way, how is Princess Lily?”
Melanie asked with an expectant expression.
As for our daughter...
“She’s quite mature for her age,”
I said, recalling how she’d barged in last night to announce her intention to marry Bellos.
“She always follows through on her resolutions.”
Although that resolution was a bit of a slap in the face to her father. Was it because Linel always referred to his lovely daughter as “Oh, my puppy. My pretty puppy”?
Lily had become a true dog daughter, as was his habit.
It would be nice if she could choose a groom between Theo or Divero, who was the same age as Lily, and Clark. My son-in-law, who was nearly 300 years old, was the complete opposite.
Lily’s birthday party began in time for dinner.
This year’s 7th birthday party was even grander than last year’s.
This year, it was a gathering of adults pretending to celebrate a child’s birthday.
Moiya watched the children enter the party hall with a proud face.
Moni secretly wiped away tears.
Rosie's son, Divero, Melanie's twins, Theo and Mao, Catherine's son, Clark, and even Pecilini's daughter, Melody.
Moiya and Moni secretly went to each country to help raise their children when they were born. When a child cried, they would hold them in their arms and fly through the air. Sometimes, they would spin around the cradle like living mobiles, getting so dizzy they would faint.
They fed them milk, sometimes did shoulder dances to make them laugh, and even taught them to speak.
As a result, as the children began to speak, they developed the habit of ending every sentence with, "Mommy, Moiya~? Are you hungry, Moni~?"
"Let's all gather later,"
Moiya commanded, flying over the children gathered together.
"Of course!"
The children replied with dutiful faces.
"Oh my, my beautiful babies. We're all going to receive filial piety today, right, Moni~?"
Moni patted each child on the back with a pleased face.
However, the one Moiya and Moni felt the most attached to and spent the most time with was Lily.
They had a special bond, so they had no secrets.
It was also from Moiya and Moni that Lily first revealed her true intentions about whom she wanted to marry.
“Lily, choose your spouse among them. The master would never approve of a son-in-law who is nearly 300 years old, would she? She might get so angry and throw fireworks, Moni~?”
Moni approached Lily and gave her a serious warning.
“They are childish.”
Lily glanced at the three sunflowers staring at her: Rosie’s son Divero, Melanie’s son Theo, and Catherine’s son Clarke, and spoke firmly.
“Oh? If your cold-hearted father finds out, there will be chaos, right?”
Moiya said, looking at Linel, who was surrounded by distinguished guests in the distance.
“I told them last night. There’s no turning back now.”
“What? Already?!”
Moiya was shocked.
Furthermore, when Lily said that she had thrown dirt in Linel's eyes the night before, as they had advised, Moiya and Moni whispered that it would be best to leave the palace for the time being.
At that moment, a dazzling face entered the banquet hall where the party was being held.
"Oh? The prospective son-in-law is here, Moiya~?"
Moiya giggled, pointing to the banquet hall door.
It was Bellos.
Lily handed a sausage to her younger brother next to her and poked him in the ribs.
Then Mathias shouted at Bellos.
“ Maaahhhh! ”
Everyone's eyes were on Bellos.
He was a man with absolutely no talent for lying. Still, he forced a friendly smile.
Because of his seven-year-old daughter.
“Suddenly?”
Bellos asked, startled.
“You mean, you were trying to introduce me to someone before?”
If so, his expression was even more chilling.
Bellos, with a look of discomfort, gently pulled away from his hand that was holding onto his arm.
“Of course! I think of you so... huh? A lot...”
Linel spat out the words, barely able to raise the corners of his mouth.
His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were chilling.
His eyes were cursing, but his tone was friendly. It was a truly peculiar situation.
“I think things would go a little easier if you told me your ideal type.”
Bellos, who had been trying to dismiss Linel’s words as a joke, became serious.
Bellos's expression seemed on the verge of shouting, "Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way!" However, since the person he was rambling about was the Emperor of the Lapion Empire, he eventually calmly spoke.
"My ideal type is... Raphael?"
Bellos sighed and replied, then looked over.
"...Your ideal type is Raphael?"
Linel, who had been watching the canaries fluttering around in the greenhouse, asked in astonishment.
"Your Majesty!"
This time, Bellos spotted me behind Raphael.
"What? Zelda this time? Have you still not forgotten my wife?"
He suddenly grabbed Bellos's uniform collar with both hands.
Bellos's body swayed back and forth like a willow branch.
Unaware of my presence, he seemed to have misunderstood that Bellos had chosen me as his ideal type.
Suddenly, Bellos' ideal type had become me and Raphael.
"Why are you doing this, Your Majesty!"
Suddenly grabbed by the collar, Bellos shouted in an aggrieved voice.
“Your Majesty!”
I approached, calling out to Linel. Only then did he notice us.
“It just so happens that two of your ideal types, Lord of the Tower, have shown up.”
I firmly defended myself, even if there was a misunderstanding.
“They were here a while ago. Bellos just pretended to know us.”
I slapped the back of his hand, which was slowly lifting Bellos.
“...Really? Then why did you call Raphael’s name?”
“Raphael was in the greenhouse, so I called him without realizing it! I only saw His Majesty the Empress behind him later!”
Bellos retorted angrily.
“No, Lord of the Tower. Why are you so upset about me? I’m a little upset.”
Raphael whined, and Bellos rubbed his arm repeatedly, feeling goosebumps.
“While we’re on the subject, tell me about your ideal type.”
I asked. Bellos had been attracted to me before, but that was because my charm was so outstanding, and he probably had a different ideal type.
“I like a woman with a bright personality. Positive, enterprising, and a bit stubborn. It would be nice if she were prettier than me, but that wouldn’t be easy. Instead, I’d like someone who can quietly endure the gazes of others. Oh, and I’d like her to look happy when she eats.”
What should I have done if I hadn’t asked? Alright. Bellos, who knew how to speak, just blurted out his ideal type. By the way, now that I hear you, she’s just like our Lily. Linel’s face darkened, as if he were thinking the same thing.
“You’d probably want someone with youthful looks, right?”
Since you don’t age, after all. Feeling the mood getting awkward, I asked jokingly.
“That doesn’t matter. It’s more important that your heart stays the same than your appearance.”
“Their appearance will age, but are you confident that your heart won’t change?”
Linel asked.
“I’ve personally held funerals for many women.”
“!”
Ah, I see. If he'd only dated one woman every few decades in his nearly three hundred years, that would be quite a few. How would he feel, seeing his beloved grow old while his own appearance remained the same? And the grief of personally conducting her funeral?
I couldn't fathom it all, but even imagining it made my heart ache. Linel, too, remained silent for a moment, staring at Bellos' face.
A fleeting look of pity seemed to cross his face, yet his eyes blazed with a warning: don't even dream of it.
Of course, Bellos had no idea Linel was feeling this way.
“Anyway. Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty.”
“You’re not saying you won’t accept introductions, are you?”
“I can sense Your Majesty’s concern for me.”
Bellos placed a hand on his chest and replied.
“I’ll also look for someone who would be a good match for the Lord of the Magic Tower. Oh, and I have a cousin who looks just like me. What do you think?”
Raphael asked Bellos with a sincere expression.
“Where else do you keep your things open?”
Bellos chuckled, joking as he looked down at Raphael’s zipper.
Then, the prince open's pants, places both hands on his chest, and pretends to open and close a window.
“That kid, he keeps his heart open.”
“What?!”
“He’s so warm-hearted.”
“...Oh, so that’s what you meant. I almost misunderstood.”
When I entered the main palace, Stiane was in the lobby.
"The distinguished guests have arrived in their turn, spaced out at ten-minute intervals. They are waiting for you in the study and reception room, respectively."
For Lily's seventh birthday, which will be celebrated this evening, a celebratory delegation began arriving at the palace yesterday.
By distinguished guests, Stiane meant the guests from the Pasha Empire, the Kingdom of Shattonil, and the Kingdom of Aklatto.
We headed to the study and reception room, respectively.
Lily was the one celebrating her birthday, but I felt like I was receiving a gift.
The former concubines have become my close friends.
We've each had two children over the past seven years.
The funny thing is, I was the only one with a daughter for our first child, while everyone else had sons.
And the reverse is true: I had a son for our second, so all three of them had daughters.
Oh, Melanie was the only one with twins for her first child, so she already has three children.
Why is the walk to the reception room so long today?
My pace quickened.
Sharon and the other servants secretly laughed at my excitement, joining in the fun.
Arriving at the reception room, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside.
The familiar chatter of voices suddenly stopped.
They all greeted me with, "Your Majesty!" I quickly approached them and hugged them all.
"Has it been three years since we've all gathered here?"
"Yes. It's the first time since the Continental Hunting Tournament three years ago."
The hunting tournament route three years ago started in the Theber Empire and ended in the Kingdom of Shattonil.
Last year, the hunt was supposed to be held again, but a continent-wide drought forced the event to be canceled.
So, this time, we've all gathered here, using Lily's birthday as an excuse.
"I'm already starting to get wrinkles, but Your Majesty, how come you're looking so much younger?"
Rosie asked, taking my hand with an envious look.
"No. I have a lot of wrinkles under my eyes, too."
I pointed to the wrinkles that formed when I closed my eyes and burst out laughing.
As we exchanged pleasantries, Catherine stared intently at Melanie and spoke.
“By the way, I almost didn’t recognize Her Majesty the Queen.”
“Oh, why? I’ve been using a good nourishing cream these days.”
Melanie shrugged, but Catherine’s expression suggested she wasn’t trying to compliment her.
“No, it’s just that your pale face has gotten a lot tanner.”
“Don’t I look healthy?”
“Um... well,”
Catherine trailed off. Melanie lifted her chin and said,
“I thought you were anemic. I look much more vibrant than you, pale as if you’ve never seen the sun.”
Our Melanie has changed!
When she was a concubine, she used to carry a parasol even on cloudy days, complaining of a tan.
I smiled at Melanie’s change.
“But isn’t that a very fancy bracelet?”
Rosie asked, looking annoyed at Melanie's arm, which had been repeatedly raised and lowered her left hand on the table since earlier.
"This one? It's so heavy with so many diamonds that I can't wear it often, but I tried to show off a little today. Oh, my arm hurts."
"If it hurts, just take it off."
Catherine blurted out what I wanted to say.
But Melanie stubbornly continued to brag, turning her hand with the bracelet on it here and there.
"When my husband loves me too much, my body suffers day and night like this. Ohohohoho!"
"But did King Hetor buy that bracelet?"
Rosie asked, examining the bracelet as if examining it.
"What do you mean? Are you saying he stole it?"
Melanie bristled.
I heard King Hetor stopped pirating a while ago, but Rosie still didn't seem to know.
I quickly whispered to Rosie.
"I asked because it seemed like an incredibly precious bracelet that I couldn't buy with money..."
Rosie immediately backed down.
"Even though it was expensive, he bought it for me! When did our great King stop pirating? Now, there's only one thing he's robbing me of."
"What is he robbing you of?"
I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
"My heart."
Bellos placed a hand on his chest and replied.
“I’ll also look for someone who would be a good match for the Lord of the Magic Tower. Oh, and I have a cousin who looks just like me. What do you think?”
Raphael asked Bellos with a sincere expression.
“Where else do you keep your things open?”
Bellos chuckled, joking as he looked down at Raphael’s zipper.
Then, the prince open's pants, places both hands on his chest, and pretends to open and close a window.
“That kid, he keeps his heart open.”
“What?!”
“He’s so warm-hearted.”
“...Oh, so that’s what you meant. I almost misunderstood.”
***
When I entered the main palace, Stiane was in the lobby.
"The distinguished guests have arrived in their turn, spaced out at ten-minute intervals. They are waiting for you in the study and reception room, respectively."
For Lily's seventh birthday, which will be celebrated this evening, a celebratory delegation began arriving at the palace yesterday.
By distinguished guests, Stiane meant the guests from the Pasha Empire, the Kingdom of Shattonil, and the Kingdom of Aklatto.
We headed to the study and reception room, respectively.
Lily was the one celebrating her birthday, but I felt like I was receiving a gift.
The former concubines have become my close friends.
We've each had two children over the past seven years.
The funny thing is, I was the only one with a daughter for our first child, while everyone else had sons.
And the reverse is true: I had a son for our second, so all three of them had daughters.
Oh, Melanie was the only one with twins for her first child, so she already has three children.
Why is the walk to the reception room so long today?
My pace quickened.
Sharon and the other servants secretly laughed at my excitement, joining in the fun.
Arriving at the reception room, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside.
The familiar chatter of voices suddenly stopped.
They all greeted me with, "Your Majesty!" I quickly approached them and hugged them all.
"Has it been three years since we've all gathered here?"
"Yes. It's the first time since the Continental Hunting Tournament three years ago."
The hunting tournament route three years ago started in the Theber Empire and ended in the Kingdom of Shattonil.
Last year, the hunt was supposed to be held again, but a continent-wide drought forced the event to be canceled.
So, this time, we've all gathered here, using Lily's birthday as an excuse.
"I'm already starting to get wrinkles, but Your Majesty, how come you're looking so much younger?"
Rosie asked, taking my hand with an envious look.
"No. I have a lot of wrinkles under my eyes, too."
I pointed to the wrinkles that formed when I closed my eyes and burst out laughing.
As we exchanged pleasantries, Catherine stared intently at Melanie and spoke.
“By the way, I almost didn’t recognize Her Majesty the Queen.”
“Oh, why? I’ve been using a good nourishing cream these days.”
Melanie shrugged, but Catherine’s expression suggested she wasn’t trying to compliment her.
“No, it’s just that your pale face has gotten a lot tanner.”
“Don’t I look healthy?”
“Um... well,”
Catherine trailed off. Melanie lifted her chin and said,
“I thought you were anemic. I look much more vibrant than you, pale as if you’ve never seen the sun.”
Our Melanie has changed!
When she was a concubine, she used to carry a parasol even on cloudy days, complaining of a tan.
I smiled at Melanie’s change.
“But isn’t that a very fancy bracelet?”
Rosie asked, looking annoyed at Melanie's arm, which had been repeatedly raised and lowered her left hand on the table since earlier.
"This one? It's so heavy with so many diamonds that I can't wear it often, but I tried to show off a little today. Oh, my arm hurts."
"If it hurts, just take it off."
Catherine blurted out what I wanted to say.
But Melanie stubbornly continued to brag, turning her hand with the bracelet on it here and there.
"When my husband loves me too much, my body suffers day and night like this. Ohohohoho!"
"But did King Hetor buy that bracelet?"
Rosie asked, examining the bracelet as if examining it.
"What do you mean? Are you saying he stole it?"
Melanie bristled.
I heard King Hetor stopped pirating a while ago, but Rosie still didn't seem to know.
I quickly whispered to Rosie.
"I asked because it seemed like an incredibly precious bracelet that I couldn't buy with money..."
Rosie immediately backed down.
"Even though it was expensive, he bought it for me! When did our great King stop pirating? Now, there's only one thing he's robbing me of."
"What is he robbing you of?"
I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
"My heart."
Oh, I shouldn't have asked.
"Oh, there's one more thing. My sleep."
Melanie's smug reply sent a flash of curiosity across Rosie and Catherine's faces.
"You... can't possibly be... still passionate about each other?"
Catherine asked, hiding her envious expression.
"Don't be ridiculous. Every night feels like our first night."
"Hey, we've been married for seven years, and you're still passionate about each other?"
This time, Rosie asked suspiciously.
“Don’t even ask. I told you all I want to do is sleep at night.”
Melanie grumbled, saying she couldn’t remember ever sleeping more than four hours since she got married.
“Aha, now that I think about it, you all have such nice skin because you sleep so well every night?”
Melanie smirked, glancing at the three of us in turn.
Everyone looked at Melanie with faces that had been hit.
But Melanie, leave me out.
"Oh, there's one more thing. My sleep."
Melanie's smug reply sent a flash of curiosity across Rosie and Catherine's faces.
"You... can't possibly be... still passionate about each other?"
Catherine asked, hiding her envious expression.
"Don't be ridiculous. Every night feels like our first night."
"Hey, we've been married for seven years, and you're still passionate about each other?"
This time, Rosie asked suspiciously.
“Don’t even ask. I told you all I want to do is sleep at night.”
Melanie grumbled, saying she couldn’t remember ever sleeping more than four hours since she got married.
“Aha, now that I think about it, you all have such nice skin because you sleep so well every night?”
Melanie smirked, glancing at the three of us in turn.
Everyone looked at Melanie with faces that had been hit.
But Melanie, leave me out.
...I wanted to say, but I thought if I came forward, Emperor Norton and Count Ethan would be bothered tonight, so I kept my mouth shut.
The atmosphere felt too tense, so I was about to speak when,
“Yes, yes. I know, Your Majesty.”
“You two already know about the abstinence. You don’t have to hear it.”
Catherine and Rosie simultaneously cut me off.
Why are you interfering? I wasn’t going to talk about Linel.
Before I could make an excuse, Melanie continued bragging.
“Our King is incredibly energetic, isn’t he? When will he cool down?”
“Why are you asking us that?”
Rosie snapped.
“Hmm. It’s starting to get a bit overwhelming.”
Melanie’s lack of empathy prompted Catherine to suddenly ask about Hetor’s diet in a secretive voice.
“What kind of food does King Hetor usually enjoy?”
“Freshly caught fish, freshly caught seafood. Things like that.”
Melanie also emphasized that freshness was paramount.
“Why? Does Count Ethan feel very tired?”
Catherine frowned at Melanie’s words.
“He often comes home from the blacksmithing with all his might. It’s hard for him to be full of energy every day, isn’t it, Your Majesty?”
Catherine asked, hoping for my agreement, but
“Well, I’m not sure, since every day is your first night.”
I couldn’t help.
Is that really the case?
And since I have nothing to boast about but my husband, I should do as much as I can while I can.
It's about time the topic shifted to bragging about their children. When they start bragging about their children, I should be quiet and withdrawn.
As expected, once the husband's bragging ended, the conversation naturally shifted to the kids.
"Our Divero is really into swordsmanship these days. He's only seven, but his palms are already covered in calluses! The knight commanders are amazed at his remarkable progress."
I'd expected Rosie's son to love books, but this was a surprise.
"He'll show off his skills at the next Continental Hunting Tournament, huh? I can't wait."
Melanie raised her voice when I praised Rosie's son, Divero.
"Our Theo lives with books by his side! He reads so much, he says studying is the best thing in the world. Our Mao loves books too. They're twins, so even though they're different sexes, they have similar personalities."
"Books?"
I asked.
"Yes. Books. Especially in Theo's room, the floor is littered with books, just like Her Majesty Empress Rosie's room."
Melanie's son also loves books, but our Lily hasn't even learned to read yet.
It's complicated.
"You mean Theo, the Queen's son?"
I asked again.
"Then whose son would that be?"
It's normal for Melanie's child to be distant from books, but something feels off.
It seems like his personality has switched from Rosie's son, Divero.
"Our Clarke volunteers like that. He serves food at a soup kitchen in the slums and gives out gifts at an orphanage. He's so kind, it's a problem."
Catherine's son was also quite unexpected.
It was a far cry from the prickly and selfish Catherine.
“By the way, how is Princess Lily?”
Melanie asked with an expectant expression.
As for our daughter...
“She’s quite mature for her age,”
I said, recalling how she’d barged in last night to announce her intention to marry Bellos.
“She always follows through on her resolutions.”
Although that resolution was a bit of a slap in the face to her father. Was it because Linel always referred to his lovely daughter as “Oh, my puppy. My pretty puppy”?
Lily had become a true dog daughter, as was his habit.
It would be nice if she could choose a groom between Theo or Divero, who was the same age as Lily, and Clark. My son-in-law, who was nearly 300 years old, was the complete opposite.
***
Lily’s birthday party began in time for dinner.
This year’s 7th birthday party was even grander than last year’s.
This year, it was a gathering of adults pretending to celebrate a child’s birthday.
Moiya watched the children enter the party hall with a proud face.
Moni secretly wiped away tears.
Rosie's son, Divero, Melanie's twins, Theo and Mao, Catherine's son, Clark, and even Pecilini's daughter, Melody.
Moiya and Moni secretly went to each country to help raise their children when they were born. When a child cried, they would hold them in their arms and fly through the air. Sometimes, they would spin around the cradle like living mobiles, getting so dizzy they would faint.
They fed them milk, sometimes did shoulder dances to make them laugh, and even taught them to speak.
As a result, as the children began to speak, they developed the habit of ending every sentence with, "Mommy, Moiya~? Are you hungry, Moni~?"
"Let's all gather later,"
Moiya commanded, flying over the children gathered together.
"Of course!"
The children replied with dutiful faces.
"Oh my, my beautiful babies. We're all going to receive filial piety today, right, Moni~?"
Moni patted each child on the back with a pleased face.
However, the one Moiya and Moni felt the most attached to and spent the most time with was Lily.
They had a special bond, so they had no secrets.
It was also from Moiya and Moni that Lily first revealed her true intentions about whom she wanted to marry.
“Lily, choose your spouse among them. The master would never approve of a son-in-law who is nearly 300 years old, would she? She might get so angry and throw fireworks, Moni~?”
Moni approached Lily and gave her a serious warning.
“They are childish.”
Lily glanced at the three sunflowers staring at her: Rosie’s son Divero, Melanie’s son Theo, and Catherine’s son Clarke, and spoke firmly.
“Oh? If your cold-hearted father finds out, there will be chaos, right?”
Moiya said, looking at Linel, who was surrounded by distinguished guests in the distance.
“I told them last night. There’s no turning back now.”
“What? Already?!”
Moiya was shocked.
Furthermore, when Lily said that she had thrown dirt in Linel's eyes the night before, as they had advised, Moiya and Moni whispered that it would be best to leave the palace for the time being.
At that moment, a dazzling face entered the banquet hall where the party was being held.
"Oh? The prospective son-in-law is here, Moiya~?"
Moiya giggled, pointing to the banquet hall door.
It was Bellos.
Lily handed a sausage to her younger brother next to her and poked him in the ribs.
Then Mathias shouted at Bellos.
“ Maaahhhh! ”
Everyone's eyes were on Bellos.
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