Kartazen had a few female vassals. However, it wasn't common for a maid to accompany him to important occasions. Eswar's clear eyes were filled with curiosity, and Shartus walked forward, seemingly unfazed. He was cleverly blocking Rosentine and Eswar's gaze.
"She who contributed to creating today's gift."
“Is she a maid?”
"Talent is not limited by time."
It was a single word that proved Rosentine's ability. As before, Shartus was leisurely drawing a pleasing curve on his lips. Lucien stepped forward, holding a box in both hands.
"And this is the gift."
"What is this gift from my younger sibling, whom I haven't seen in a long time?"
"It's Mura's ivory."
Eswar's eyes widened for a moment. Mura's ivory. He, too, clearly knew what it was. Rumors had spread throughout the royal court that Hermann had acquired Mura's ivory.
Then a dignified smile appeared on his lips.
Rosentine felt that smile resembled someone. As she thought about it, someone immediately came to mind.
Things like facial expressions and the direction of the gaze, if she looks at it that way, there were definitely some similarities, starting with the hair color. It was a ghost called Ranon.
"Mura's Ivory."
His eyes, staring into the distance as if possessed of profound insight, were filled with wisdom. He simply uttered a single word to Shartus.
“Good job.”
Shartus ignored the greeting that was halfway between congratulations and thanks, opened the box, and handed Eswar a vial containing Mura's ivory.
The dark red liquid was gleaming with a green sheen.
"Is this a battle between legends?"
"I thought it should be like that."
"We'll have to see who wins."
Eswar opened the glass bottle and drank the liquid inside. Everyone in the room held their breath, and Rosentine thought she might have read about this scene in some legend.
The setting was a cave, and it would have been even more fitting if Shartus were a legendary dragon. The moment the Crown Prince drank the healing potion.
Eswar closed his eyes tightly. After twitching his eyebrows a few times, he put down the glass he had finished drinking.
It was a moment when no one opened their mouths.
“This is true.”
Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. A gentle smile played on his lips.
"I missed the chance to erase my brother's guilt."
Shartus frowned. A graceful annoyance rose between his narrowed brows. He straightened his back calmly, and Lucien lowered his head in Shartus's stead.
At least two people in the room understood what Eswar meant. Rosentine, sensing the situation from the atmosphere, did the same.
"It doesn't seem to have any effect."
"It is enough to overcome illness even for those who are weak, so it is no exaggeration to call it a legendary medicine."
Thud. At the touch of a hand, the glass bottle rolled off the table and onto the floor. It landed on the soft carpet without making a sound.
Rosentine looked at the vial. She noted what Eswar had said earlier. Why the guilt?
However, there was currently no one to explain it. Rosentine speculated on the reason why Eswar was bedridden. The curse of the royal family, the legend of legend, was more of a curse that was kept secret.
It seemed that even Mura's ivory was not enough to overcome the curse that was to be passed down to the royal family.
Eswar was as imposing as the sun entering an ice age. He looked as if he were dying. The only difference was that a faint hint of color had returned to his once bloodless face.
"Still, I feel energetic, so I think I'll be able to go out for a while."
A soft, soothing voice flowed through the air. Eswar looked at Shartus. Beneath his distant gaze, something akin to resignation permeated the air.
"I'm glad. It's been a while since I've been able to look after my empire."
But he was strong. He spoke arrogantly without a care. It was not a declaration a Crown Prince could make while the Emperor was still alive.
But beneath Eswar's outstretched hand, it seemed, lay the Imperial Kartazen. He pressed his resolve into his palm, facing the floor, and then squeezed it, bursting it.
It was such a perfect match that no one would spit it out.
***
"Thank you."
They didn't know what to say. After leaving the Crown Prince's palace and heading to the main palace, Hostang left, saying he had a mission to attend to. Lucien was no different.
Lucien glanced at the monarch's face, as if he were worried about Shartus. But soon, seemingly resolved, he announced that he would step down to carry out his mission.
After leaving Rosentine with an incomprehensible message that she would be okay as long as he was there.
Lucien and Hostang were currently as busy as Rosentine. In addition to their regular duties, they were also collecting information.
They had to gather the materials and do some background work.
Knowing what they had to do, Shartus also nodded slightly.
He's a man who doesn't usually speak his mind. The mura ivory he's earned through hard work has proven to be less effective; he maintained his usual chiseled expression.
A single blow of wind scatters his silver-like hair. Shartus was cold, delicate, and strong alone.
They were walking along the wall near the east gate of the imperial palace. Rosentine soon realized that the road he was heading to was her lodging. It's something that can't help but make her laugh.
She was worried about him, but the worried man was, without a word, naturally taking her for granted. In the body of a Prince.
"The Crown Prince wanted to be Emperor. That's always been the case."
That's when the words "thank you' came out. Walking at a steady pace, Shartus was right next to Rosentine. A low, rich voice was heard from above her head. It was a calm tone.
"If he takes care of state affairs one last time, it will be a death suitable for him."
Rosentine thought of this Kartazen's Crown Prince. Certainly, it seemed that you could tell what kind of person Eswar was just a few minutes away. He wanted to become an Emperor. That was appropriate.
He had only one impression of Mura's ivory. Finally, the medicine allowed him to take care of the empire.
She heard something like thanks from Eswar along with Shartus, and bowed her head to the sun-like being she might have made emperor.
This curse clearly had a long-lasting effect not only on the Crown Prince but also on his blood relatives, much like Rosentine had retained her powers for so long.
Shartus stopped walking at a steady pace. It was an action that made her stop, even at all. His eyes, which had been cold and hardened, melted and softened for a while. He cast his gaze as if to gauge what was far away, and then turned to Rosentine.
“It’s thanks to you.”
The man's face, which had stopped in time, slowly woke up with a slight smile. Rosentine blinked at the unexpected words.
It was because she didn't expect to hear a greeting at this time. She pursed her lips. She wanted to say something, but nothing was clear yet. Instead, she said what she knew.
"...We did it together."
They did it together. Rescuing Mura's Ivory would not have been possible if Shartus had not stepped forward to help her. There is no other person who can move so quickly.
They did what they could. Instead of one death, he opened up time for life. Rosentine looked at Shartus as she said that. Her eyes seemed to have thought about what she had done, and Shartus let out a small winding sound.
This bold little shaman couldn't just let go of what he was trying to leave. Stopped, Shartus twisted his lips.
If Hostang had seen him, he would have been stunned, and he could even say that he was smiling a little.
Eswar accepted Shartus's efforts. He would use the extra time for himself. As a natural Prince.
"I see."
The man who grew up in the imperial palace looked at Roan and thought of a bird flying in from outside.
Like those bright blue eyes, the bird's feathers will turn blue. The smell of freedom from outside makes the sleeping people inside the cage shake.
The emotions he wanted to suppress were only stimulated continuously, but they did not lose their energy and fade away.
The words moved and made Shartus laugh a little. He turned and walked ahead.
His slow, measured gait was not fast, and Rosentine chased after him. Perhaps if she had known what was going to be heard next, she might have run.
A slow voice came from Shartus, who was a little ahead of her. Before she knew it, the moon was falling under the darkened sky.
"You are an amazing person. Perhaps the day will come when I will pay tribute to you."
"Do you mean to the shaman?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if it became the entire royal family. Haven't you already shown favor to the two princes?"
Her eyes widened at the sound of laughter.
The voice is sluggish, and the content exceeds expectations. Her heart gradually began to pound. Her steps may be a bit fast now. No, it is clear that the pace is fast and the exercise effect is effective.
Rosentine whispered to herself, hiding her blushing face. "The entire royal family's respect," she thought, but no one else in the world would say such a thing to a sorcerer than Charrtus Kartazen.
She was overwhelmed by the refreshing feeling of this Kartazen's insane Prince. And she asked herself.
The question is, who has ever recognized her abilities like this?
***
Around that time, rumors began to circulate at the party. Rumors spread between the balcony and the curtains, or next to the food to be served with champagne.
Laughter and words flowed through the dress.
The rumors spreading from silk gloves to corsages eventually gathered in one place and reached the left chest of a lady.
A satisfied smile traced a curve through the voluminous feather fan. It was Aritse Margus, daughter of Therese Margus. Her gaze, tinged with envy and longing, strayed from her left breast to the nape of Therese Margus's neck.
The jewel hanging from Margus's neck shone brightly in the party's chandelier. The graceful movement of his chest accentuated the jewel.
Arolne looked at them, and her eyes lit up coldly. The jewel on her chest was also sprinkling 'eternal blessings' on Margus and her daughter.
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