How foolish. Parents and children, how could they be so foolish as to trust anyone so easily? Thanks to that, Laura was able to do what she needed to do with ease.
Of course, Aila's case was a bit different since she had spent a long time brainwashing herself, but she was still foolish, just like her parents.
"Then I guess I should prepare accordingly. You'll just go back for today."
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ophelia, unaware of what evil scheme Laura was plotting, sent her away with a still-smiling face.
And Ophelia, left alone, wondered with excitement what she should do now.
The first thing that came to mind was to share this good news with those who had been concerned with Aila's search.
Candice, who went all the way to the Inselkov Kingdom to find the child, Winfred, who always thankfully brought news of Aila, and even Alexia Dexen.
And...
"I should tell my brother, too. He'll be happy."
She still hasn't replied to the letter he sent me a while ago, congratulating her on Noah's birth.
It wasn't that she didn't want to do it; it was just that she felt awkward whenever she picked up the pen, so she couldn't write a single sentence.
But how surprised would her brother be if he received a reply a few months later saying that her lost daughter had been found?
Just imagining the expression on Isidore's face when he received the letter made Ophelia feel happy and made her laugh.
‘No, now is not the time...'
She had to think about what else she needed to prepare before Aila returned home, but she couldn't contain her excitement, so she just kept laughing without meaning to.
There was nothing she could do. What mother could remain calm when her daughter, whom she had longed for so long that she wished she could turn back time, was coming?
Ophelia gave up trying to stop the laughter that kept spilling out and just let it flow.
She just wishes time would pass quickly.
Emperor Hiram of the Peles Empire, with a very serious expression on his face, was lost in thought. Anyone observing him would have thought he was brooding over state affairs.
But in reality, he wasn't thinking about such serious material at all.
'Tell me this, stop it.'
He tapped the letter from the Duke of Weishaffen with his hand and grimaced.
It was a letter from Ophelia, containing the good news that the Princess who had been lost over ten years ago had been found.
Of course, the 'real' recipient was the Crown Prince, who had relayed Aila's news to the Duke and Duchess, but since he had an eye for detail, it seemed natural that he had reported the family's good fortune to the Emperor.
So, he should pass this on to his son.
'I just don't want to tell you for no reason.'
If anyone heard this, they would laugh at him for being so narrow-minded and sulking towards his young son, but Hiram's resentment still lingered.
However, it was not something he could just keep his mouth shut and not tell anyone.
The news that the Duke of Weishaffen was searching for his lost Princess was so well-known throughout the empire that few people were unaware of it, and the news that the child had returned home was something the nobles could not have missed.
Even if Hiram didn't tell his son right away, it would eventually reach Winfred's ears, perhaps not too long after.
If that were the case, it was obvious how long Winfred, who resembled him so much and had a very long tail, would remain hidden.
And there was another reason.
'I really want to tease you like Altolan.'
He loved to play pranks on his son, so he couldn't miss this great opportunity.
When he first heard the whole story from his son, which he had kept hidden for so long, he was so shocked by the evil deeds of his brother Byron that he was unable to think of anything else.
But as that miserable feeling subsided a little, he began to understand all the changes that had occurred in his son.
The first time he felt like his son had someone he liked was around last fall, right after he came back from a chance meeting with Aila.
Of course, Aila's case was a bit different since she had spent a long time brainwashing herself, but she was still foolish, just like her parents.
"Then I guess I should prepare accordingly. You'll just go back for today."
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ophelia, unaware of what evil scheme Laura was plotting, sent her away with a still-smiling face.
And Ophelia, left alone, wondered with excitement what she should do now.
The first thing that came to mind was to share this good news with those who had been concerned with Aila's search.
Candice, who went all the way to the Inselkov Kingdom to find the child, Winfred, who always thankfully brought news of Aila, and even Alexia Dexen.
And...
"I should tell my brother, too. He'll be happy."
She still hasn't replied to the letter he sent me a while ago, congratulating her on Noah's birth.
It wasn't that she didn't want to do it; it was just that she felt awkward whenever she picked up the pen, so she couldn't write a single sentence.
But how surprised would her brother be if he received a reply a few months later saying that her lost daughter had been found?
Just imagining the expression on Isidore's face when he received the letter made Ophelia feel happy and made her laugh.
‘No, now is not the time...'
She had to think about what else she needed to prepare before Aila returned home, but she couldn't contain her excitement, so she just kept laughing without meaning to.
There was nothing she could do. What mother could remain calm when her daughter, whom she had longed for so long that she wished she could turn back time, was coming?
Ophelia gave up trying to stop the laughter that kept spilling out and just let it flow.
She just wishes time would pass quickly.
***
Emperor Hiram of the Peles Empire, with a very serious expression on his face, was lost in thought. Anyone observing him would have thought he was brooding over state affairs.
But in reality, he wasn't thinking about such serious material at all.
'Tell me this, stop it.'
He tapped the letter from the Duke of Weishaffen with his hand and grimaced.
It was a letter from Ophelia, containing the good news that the Princess who had been lost over ten years ago had been found.
Of course, the 'real' recipient was the Crown Prince, who had relayed Aila's news to the Duke and Duchess, but since he had an eye for detail, it seemed natural that he had reported the family's good fortune to the Emperor.
So, he should pass this on to his son.
'I just don't want to tell you for no reason.'
If anyone heard this, they would laugh at him for being so narrow-minded and sulking towards his young son, but Hiram's resentment still lingered.
However, it was not something he could just keep his mouth shut and not tell anyone.
The news that the Duke of Weishaffen was searching for his lost Princess was so well-known throughout the empire that few people were unaware of it, and the news that the child had returned home was something the nobles could not have missed.
Even if Hiram didn't tell his son right away, it would eventually reach Winfred's ears, perhaps not too long after.
If that were the case, it was obvious how long Winfred, who resembled him so much and had a very long tail, would remain hidden.
And there was another reason.
'I really want to tease you like Altolan.'
He loved to play pranks on his son, so he couldn't miss this great opportunity.
When he first heard the whole story from his son, which he had kept hidden for so long, he was so shocked by the evil deeds of his brother Byron that he was unable to think of anything else.
But as that miserable feeling subsided a little, he began to understand all the changes that had occurred in his son.
The first time he felt like his son had someone he liked was around last fall, right after he came back from a chance meeting with Aila.
He thought it was really suspicious that his son was acting nervously as if he was hiding something, or that his face would turn red as he thought of something on his own.
When Hiram realized that the person he liked was Aila, all the mysteries were solved in an instant.
So, he had the opportunity to tease the boy who had once shouted that he would take the girl as his bride when he was a child and knew nothing about it, and ask him if he still felt in love with her.
After thinking for a while, Hiram nodded as if he had made up his mind.
‘...Anyway, I have to tell him.’
Although he was annoyed that his son had broken his promise to him, saying that it was something so important, he ultimately decided that it was immature to hide such an important matter.
So Hiram sent someone to the Crown Prince's palace to call Winfred.
It didn't mean to come right away, but to come when he has some time.
Winfred, who had been stabbed, came running at his father's call.
“Did you call, Father?”
When he saw his son greeting him in a voice that was several times more charming than usual, he turned his head away with a snort, feeling a bit irritated for no reason.
Then, Winfred, who was embarrassed, rubbed his father's shoulder and acted coquettish.
"Hey, you still haven't figured it out? I'm sorry, Father. I told you I'd go hunting with you twice, didn't I?"
“Huh, yes. I won’t go hunting with you.”
"Then three times. How about we go together three times? Now, you can just relax. I'm going to get scolded by Mom again for making Dad sad."
Three times. He hadn't calculated this situation, but three hunts were a huge gain.
Although Hiram wasn't a huge fan of outdoor activities, it was sometimes necessary for his health, as he would otherwise stay indoors if he wasn't taken out.
Winfred came forward and offered to go hunting with him three times.
“Hmm, hmm. You promised, three times.”
“Yes! Are you free now?”
"When did I say I was a fool? I have the prestige of an Emperor. I don't get upset over things like this."
Hiram was completely ignorant and made a fool of himself. From Winfred's perspective, it was truly an injustice.
‘...You were just a little while ago.’
It was just as Winfred was pouting, as he couldn't possibly upset him by saying something like this after he had just gotten over it.
Hiram held the letter out in front of Winfred with a stern expression, as if to say, "I picked it up."
“Read this.”
“What is this?”
Curious, Winfred asked what the letter was about, but Hiram just shrugged and said he would know when he read it.
And Winfred's eyes widened as he read the letter.
Oh my goodness, Aila is back home! He couldn't believe it even after seeing it with his own eyes.
As a bright smile appeared on his son's face, Hiram complained in a needlessly sullen voice.
“Is it that good?”
“Yes, then! I’ve missed her so much.”
He said he would go see her as soon as she got back, smiling so much that his cheekbones hurt the whole time.
"Does Aila like paintings? If I ask her to come see them with me, will she accept? Maybe I could invite her to the palace and take a stroll in the gardens? Or maybe we could go to the lakeside villa together. Oh! And from now on, I'll definitely take Aila along to all the banquets."
Winfred dreamed of carrying out the things he'd wanted to do together when she returned. Now that she was back, he no longer had to worry about his uncle's reaction or pretend not to know Aila.
But that was his big mistake.
The old carriage of Baron Herzig, carrying Aila and Roderick, ran and ran until it reached its destination.
She gazed out the window at the familiar, fragrant landscape, lost in memories of her past life. The Duke of Weishaffen's residence had just begun to come into view.
“...”
I returned home. To the house where my parents and family were waiting for me.
Although the curse Byron had placed on her still shackled her, she was still happy.
With her mother and father by her side, there was nothing to fear.
And from now on, her revenge began in earnest.
She will lay a trap to lure Byron in. She will do it very deeply and with great care.
When Hiram realized that the person he liked was Aila, all the mysteries were solved in an instant.
So, he had the opportunity to tease the boy who had once shouted that he would take the girl as his bride when he was a child and knew nothing about it, and ask him if he still felt in love with her.
After thinking for a while, Hiram nodded as if he had made up his mind.
‘...Anyway, I have to tell him.’
Although he was annoyed that his son had broken his promise to him, saying that it was something so important, he ultimately decided that it was immature to hide such an important matter.
So Hiram sent someone to the Crown Prince's palace to call Winfred.
It didn't mean to come right away, but to come when he has some time.
Winfred, who had been stabbed, came running at his father's call.
“Did you call, Father?”
When he saw his son greeting him in a voice that was several times more charming than usual, he turned his head away with a snort, feeling a bit irritated for no reason.
Then, Winfred, who was embarrassed, rubbed his father's shoulder and acted coquettish.
"Hey, you still haven't figured it out? I'm sorry, Father. I told you I'd go hunting with you twice, didn't I?"
“Huh, yes. I won’t go hunting with you.”
"Then three times. How about we go together three times? Now, you can just relax. I'm going to get scolded by Mom again for making Dad sad."
Three times. He hadn't calculated this situation, but three hunts were a huge gain.
Although Hiram wasn't a huge fan of outdoor activities, it was sometimes necessary for his health, as he would otherwise stay indoors if he wasn't taken out.
Winfred came forward and offered to go hunting with him three times.
“Hmm, hmm. You promised, three times.”
“Yes! Are you free now?”
"When did I say I was a fool? I have the prestige of an Emperor. I don't get upset over things like this."
Hiram was completely ignorant and made a fool of himself. From Winfred's perspective, it was truly an injustice.
‘...You were just a little while ago.’
It was just as Winfred was pouting, as he couldn't possibly upset him by saying something like this after he had just gotten over it.
Hiram held the letter out in front of Winfred with a stern expression, as if to say, "I picked it up."
“Read this.”
“What is this?”
Curious, Winfred asked what the letter was about, but Hiram just shrugged and said he would know when he read it.
And Winfred's eyes widened as he read the letter.
Oh my goodness, Aila is back home! He couldn't believe it even after seeing it with his own eyes.
As a bright smile appeared on his son's face, Hiram complained in a needlessly sullen voice.
“Is it that good?”
“Yes, then! I’ve missed her so much.”
He said he would go see her as soon as she got back, smiling so much that his cheekbones hurt the whole time.
"Does Aila like paintings? If I ask her to come see them with me, will she accept? Maybe I could invite her to the palace and take a stroll in the gardens? Or maybe we could go to the lakeside villa together. Oh! And from now on, I'll definitely take Aila along to all the banquets."
Winfred dreamed of carrying out the things he'd wanted to do together when she returned. Now that she was back, he no longer had to worry about his uncle's reaction or pretend not to know Aila.
But that was his big mistake.
***
The old carriage of Baron Herzig, carrying Aila and Roderick, ran and ran until it reached its destination.
She gazed out the window at the familiar, fragrant landscape, lost in memories of her past life. The Duke of Weishaffen's residence had just begun to come into view.
“...”
I returned home. To the house where my parents and family were waiting for me.
Although the curse Byron had placed on her still shackled her, she was still happy.
With her mother and father by her side, there was nothing to fear.
And from now on, her revenge began in earnest.
She will lay a trap to lure Byron in. She will do it very deeply and with great care.
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