Episode 147. Let's Go to His Majesty
Beatrix, who had been watching the terrace where Olivia had disappeared, checked her expression first when Olivia appeared.
Fortunately, Olivia's expression was calm.
As Mrs. Lehmann quickly led her to the Queen's table, the Marchioness Colman, who was standing beside Beatrix, rose from her seat with a warm expression.
Beatrix gestured for Olivia to come over and asked affectionately.
“I saw you going to the terrace with Lady Seymour. Did you enjoy the conversation?”
Marchioness Coleman gazed at the Princess's mouth with a trembling heart. If the Princess showed any sign of displeasure, and if even the Queen became displeased, she would surely call off this marriage.
But fortunately, the Princess replied with a voice mixed with laughter.
"Yes, we had a pleasant conversation."
Marchioness Coleman was wary of the Queen.
It seemed that Isabelle had apologized properly. This was because the Princess did not appear to be in a very bad mood.
Then, the Princess looked at the Queen's cup and spoke.
"May I have a drink too?"
Beatrix widened her eyes and quickly nodded.
“Oh, of course. Absolutely. This isn’t a vineyard for nothing. The flavor is so exceptional that my father, Noah’s maternal grandfather, used to drink only the wine produced here.”
As the attendant guarding her side quickly poured wine for the Princess, she quietly lifted the glass and took a sip.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if feeling a bit bitter, then smiled with a smile.
"How is it?"
"It's delicious, Mother."
Mrs. Coleman, noticing the situation, quickly raised her glass and chimed in.
"Try eating cheese in such cases. It really brings out the flavor."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Sure."
Olivia ate cheese and sipped her wine slowly. As she took one glass after another of the rich wine, her face flushed, and the ladies who had been watching her from the side gathered one by one at the Queen's table.
The Queen's table soon became boisterous with the ladies' chatter. Olivia, joined among them, also burst into laughter repeatedly.
Like someone who has forgotten all the worries and anxieties that weighed heavily on their body.
Late at night, the Queen's charity party ended. The Queen told her to stay the night at the villa before returning, but Olivia politely declined the offer and got into the carriage. This was because she wanted to return to the mansion that had now become her home.
Leaning against the wall of the swaying carriage and closing her eyes, the sky seemed to be spinning. Her head felt hot from the drinks she had had, one glass after another.
However, that feeling wasn't bad. It was because everything was being rubbed away like a paperweight, making the things that had been weighing down her chest feel like nothing at all.
Yeah. What's so special about those things? It's not like they'll die just because of it.
Olivia chuckled and let the rising alcohol just take hold. She casually took off her shoes as well. Only then did her feet, which had been aching all day from adjusting to the new shoes, finally feel comfortable.
Olivia, languidly lounging and enjoying the tipsiness, muttered to herself without realizing it.
"So that’s why it wasn’t in the mansion."
The words she muttered blankly burrowed into her ears and pierced her heart.
As the laughter receded like the tide, Olivia's heart felt dry and brittle, like water stains on dry sand. Staring blankly at the dry emotions within her, Olivia spoke as if spitting them out.
“What does it matter? Whether he gave it or not. What’s the big deal? He wouldn’t have even remembered my existence until His Majesty ordered him to marry me, so it doesn’t really matter.”
The words she tried so hard to say to compose herself ended up leaving a wound in her heart instead.
Olivia hugged her knees and buried her head.
She curled up in the pitch-black darkness and tried hard to push away the flood of thoughts. However, the more she did so, the more clearly something emerged.
Shining blonde hair, eyes as pretty as autumn leaves, a prominent nose, and red lips that always curl up on only one side when smiling.
Appearing one day like a comet, becoming a tsunami that engulfed her life...
"Noah."
The emotions she harbored shattered into tiny pieces and seeped into the articulated words.
Is this magic?
"Noah."
I called because I wanted to see you, and when I called, I missed you.
Olivia flung open the thick curtains and the door.
“Your Highness!”
A surprised Jonan quickly approached.
“Is His Highness at the naval residence?”
As Jonan was flustered by the sudden question, Olivia seized the opportunity and gave an order.
"Please go to where His Highness is right now."
“...”
"Please, Jonan."
Jonan, feeling sorry for Olivia, who had been wasting away these past few days, eventually nodded.
“Yes. Understood, Your Highness.”
At the next fork in the road, the carriage deviated from its original course and sped vigorously toward Haroldon Bay, where the Magic Dome stood tall.
Usher, who had come to visit Noah late in the evening, looked extremely exhausted.
"It looks like you had a hard time while I was keeping an eye on things."
As Noah personally served tea and spoke, Usher rubbed his eyelids roughly and nodded. He had talked so much all day that he didn't even want to open his mouth.
Eventually, Usher finished his tea, sank into the backrest of the sofa, and spoke.
"Ansen Wilhelm applied for permission to enter. Father granted it."
"...”
"Since it was around noon today, he should be entering the capital soon."
"Did father say he would meet that man?"
Usher let out a long sigh and clicked his tongue.
“We are the ones in a hurry right now. Warships are just blindfolds. If the waters off Haroldington are devastated, the businesses located in the bay will go bankrupt. The companies attached to them will go bankrupt one after another, and our efforts to establish ourselves as a trading hub will be ruined.”
So, no matter who King Herod is, how could he possibly avoid meeting him?
The result of entrusting national security to a foreign private company has come back to be this disastrous.
The air between the brothers settled coldly, like the polar chill.
Usher glanced at the brother's expressionless face and asked abruptly.
“The ship-shaped magic dome, how did you fix that?”
Noah remained silent with his arms crossed.
The face of the woman who had been stirring up his mind at will all day—no, always—fluttered like a hallucination.
While Usher struggled all day, he sat here and drew only that face. They said she went to a charity party with his mother today. Since she left early in the morning, has she returned home by now? Or is she still there?
"Noah."
Noah, who had been looking down, finally lifted his eyes.
“I’m asking how you fixed the Magic Dome.”
A truly tacky name that didn't suit the owner flashed through Noah's mind.
Oliver.
If he reveals to Usher now that Olivia is the designer of the Magic Dome, the situation will change drastically.
But surely Ansen knows that. He might be preparing for the moment Olivia steps into the spotlight. Since it is a matter of life and death, he will cling to her, dirty and reckless.
The moment she steps to the forefront, Noah will be unable to protect her. His wife will have to stand on the ground with frail legs, enduring all kinds of storms naked and without a single shield.
Noah did not have the confidence to stand by and watch that happen, nor did he have the will to do so.
He spoke lightly but firmly to Usher, who was waiting for an answer.
“Just... I tried this and that, and it worked.”
“...”
Usher was about to say something, but stopped and stood up from his seat.
Noah was like a man whose body was here, but whose heart was not.
"I'll go."
As Usher left the office, a Navy officer who had been waiting outside entered as if he had been waiting. He then delivered news that would instantly pull Noah, who had been walking alone in another world, back into reality.
“Your Royal Highness, it is said that Her Royal Highness the Princess has just passed through the main gate of the official residence!”
Olivia's carriage passed through the gate of the mansion. Curious about the view outside, Olivia peeked through the curtain, and Jonan quickly spoke.
“Your Highness, you may now draw back the curtain.”
At that, Olivia pulled back the curtain as if she had been waiting for this moment. The night sea, shrouded in darkness, came into view first, followed soon by the majestic white pillar-shaped Magic Dome.
Olivia, who had been watching the passing Magic Dome, hurriedly stopped the carriage.
“Jonan, wait a moment!”
"Is something wrong?"
"I wanted to see the Magic Dome."
While the carriage was coming to a stop, Olivia put on the shoes she had taken off. She hadn't realized it while wearing them, but her heels were terribly sore now that she was trying to put them back on after taking them off. Nevertheless, she somehow managed to squeeze her feet into the shoes and got out of the carriage.
"Wow."
The rushing sea breeze was incredibly refreshing.
As the cold air mixed with the wind swept over her feverish cheeks, it felt surprisingly cool. Olivia smiled brightly and walked toward the pitch-black sea.
Pierre, who was just coming out of the Magic Dome after finishing his night shift, spotted his colleagues and the Princess and approached them. However, Jonan and the bodyguards paid no attention to Pierre.
He was busy fidgeting, worried that the Princess might stumble.
Just try falling and getting hurt. We will die at the hands of the venomous Prince.
Completely oblivious to the bodyguards' anxious feelings, Olivia scanned the Magic Dome one by one with eyes full of joy and pointed precisely at the two broken units.
"It looks like that is broken."
Then, Pierre, who had quietly approached her, widened his eyes and glanced alternately at Olivia's fingertips and the magic dome.
"How do you know?"
Olivia blinked and spoke abruptly.
"The light at the top is blue all by itself."
"Ah..."
“But if that’s broken...”
Olivia muttered as she watched the warship anchored in the distant sea.
"It's too far."
Beatrix, who had been watching the terrace where Olivia had disappeared, checked her expression first when Olivia appeared.
Fortunately, Olivia's expression was calm.
As Mrs. Lehmann quickly led her to the Queen's table, the Marchioness Colman, who was standing beside Beatrix, rose from her seat with a warm expression.
Beatrix gestured for Olivia to come over and asked affectionately.
“I saw you going to the terrace with Lady Seymour. Did you enjoy the conversation?”
Marchioness Coleman gazed at the Princess's mouth with a trembling heart. If the Princess showed any sign of displeasure, and if even the Queen became displeased, she would surely call off this marriage.
But fortunately, the Princess replied with a voice mixed with laughter.
"Yes, we had a pleasant conversation."
Marchioness Coleman was wary of the Queen.
It seemed that Isabelle had apologized properly. This was because the Princess did not appear to be in a very bad mood.
Then, the Princess looked at the Queen's cup and spoke.
"May I have a drink too?"
Beatrix widened her eyes and quickly nodded.
“Oh, of course. Absolutely. This isn’t a vineyard for nothing. The flavor is so exceptional that my father, Noah’s maternal grandfather, used to drink only the wine produced here.”
As the attendant guarding her side quickly poured wine for the Princess, she quietly lifted the glass and took a sip.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if feeling a bit bitter, then smiled with a smile.
"How is it?"
"It's delicious, Mother."
Mrs. Coleman, noticing the situation, quickly raised her glass and chimed in.
"Try eating cheese in such cases. It really brings out the flavor."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Sure."
Olivia ate cheese and sipped her wine slowly. As she took one glass after another of the rich wine, her face flushed, and the ladies who had been watching her from the side gathered one by one at the Queen's table.
The Queen's table soon became boisterous with the ladies' chatter. Olivia, joined among them, also burst into laughter repeatedly.
Like someone who has forgotten all the worries and anxieties that weighed heavily on their body.
Late at night, the Queen's charity party ended. The Queen told her to stay the night at the villa before returning, but Olivia politely declined the offer and got into the carriage. This was because she wanted to return to the mansion that had now become her home.
Leaning against the wall of the swaying carriage and closing her eyes, the sky seemed to be spinning. Her head felt hot from the drinks she had had, one glass after another.
However, that feeling wasn't bad. It was because everything was being rubbed away like a paperweight, making the things that had been weighing down her chest feel like nothing at all.
Yeah. What's so special about those things? It's not like they'll die just because of it.
Olivia chuckled and let the rising alcohol just take hold. She casually took off her shoes as well. Only then did her feet, which had been aching all day from adjusting to the new shoes, finally feel comfortable.
Olivia, languidly lounging and enjoying the tipsiness, muttered to herself without realizing it.
"So that’s why it wasn’t in the mansion."
The words she muttered blankly burrowed into her ears and pierced her heart.
As the laughter receded like the tide, Olivia's heart felt dry and brittle, like water stains on dry sand. Staring blankly at the dry emotions within her, Olivia spoke as if spitting them out.
“What does it matter? Whether he gave it or not. What’s the big deal? He wouldn’t have even remembered my existence until His Majesty ordered him to marry me, so it doesn’t really matter.”
The words she tried so hard to say to compose herself ended up leaving a wound in her heart instead.
Olivia hugged her knees and buried her head.
She curled up in the pitch-black darkness and tried hard to push away the flood of thoughts. However, the more she did so, the more clearly something emerged.
Shining blonde hair, eyes as pretty as autumn leaves, a prominent nose, and red lips that always curl up on only one side when smiling.
Appearing one day like a comet, becoming a tsunami that engulfed her life...
"Noah."
The emotions she harbored shattered into tiny pieces and seeped into the articulated words.
Is this magic?
"Noah."
I called because I wanted to see you, and when I called, I missed you.
Olivia flung open the thick curtains and the door.
“Your Highness!”
A surprised Jonan quickly approached.
“Is His Highness at the naval residence?”
As Jonan was flustered by the sudden question, Olivia seized the opportunity and gave an order.
"Please go to where His Highness is right now."
“...”
"Please, Jonan."
Jonan, feeling sorry for Olivia, who had been wasting away these past few days, eventually nodded.
“Yes. Understood, Your Highness.”
At the next fork in the road, the carriage deviated from its original course and sped vigorously toward Haroldon Bay, where the Magic Dome stood tall.
Usher, who had come to visit Noah late in the evening, looked extremely exhausted.
"It looks like you had a hard time while I was keeping an eye on things."
As Noah personally served tea and spoke, Usher rubbed his eyelids roughly and nodded. He had talked so much all day that he didn't even want to open his mouth.
Eventually, Usher finished his tea, sank into the backrest of the sofa, and spoke.
"Ansen Wilhelm applied for permission to enter. Father granted it."
"...”
"Since it was around noon today, he should be entering the capital soon."
"Did father say he would meet that man?"
Usher let out a long sigh and clicked his tongue.
“We are the ones in a hurry right now. Warships are just blindfolds. If the waters off Haroldington are devastated, the businesses located in the bay will go bankrupt. The companies attached to them will go bankrupt one after another, and our efforts to establish ourselves as a trading hub will be ruined.”
So, no matter who King Herod is, how could he possibly avoid meeting him?
The result of entrusting national security to a foreign private company has come back to be this disastrous.
The air between the brothers settled coldly, like the polar chill.
Usher glanced at the brother's expressionless face and asked abruptly.
“The ship-shaped magic dome, how did you fix that?”
Noah remained silent with his arms crossed.
The face of the woman who had been stirring up his mind at will all day—no, always—fluttered like a hallucination.
While Usher struggled all day, he sat here and drew only that face. They said she went to a charity party with his mother today. Since she left early in the morning, has she returned home by now? Or is she still there?
"Noah."
Noah, who had been looking down, finally lifted his eyes.
“I’m asking how you fixed the Magic Dome.”
A truly tacky name that didn't suit the owner flashed through Noah's mind.
Oliver.
When he called out her name, her face came to mind. Even the tears that welled up in her eyes, bathed in the setting sun, were beautiful.
But surely Ansen knows that. He might be preparing for the moment Olivia steps into the spotlight. Since it is a matter of life and death, he will cling to her, dirty and reckless.
The moment she steps to the forefront, Noah will be unable to protect her. His wife will have to stand on the ground with frail legs, enduring all kinds of storms naked and without a single shield.
Noah did not have the confidence to stand by and watch that happen, nor did he have the will to do so.
He spoke lightly but firmly to Usher, who was waiting for an answer.
“Just... I tried this and that, and it worked.”
“...”
Usher was about to say something, but stopped and stood up from his seat.
Noah was like a man whose body was here, but whose heart was not.
"I'll go."
As Usher left the office, a Navy officer who had been waiting outside entered as if he had been waiting. He then delivered news that would instantly pull Noah, who had been walking alone in another world, back into reality.
“Your Royal Highness, it is said that Her Royal Highness the Princess has just passed through the main gate of the official residence!”
Olivia's carriage passed through the gate of the mansion. Curious about the view outside, Olivia peeked through the curtain, and Jonan quickly spoke.
“Your Highness, you may now draw back the curtain.”
At that, Olivia pulled back the curtain as if she had been waiting for this moment. The night sea, shrouded in darkness, came into view first, followed soon by the majestic white pillar-shaped Magic Dome.
Olivia, who had been watching the passing Magic Dome, hurriedly stopped the carriage.
“Jonan, wait a moment!”
"Is something wrong?"
"I wanted to see the Magic Dome."
While the carriage was coming to a stop, Olivia put on the shoes she had taken off. She hadn't realized it while wearing them, but her heels were terribly sore now that she was trying to put them back on after taking them off. Nevertheless, she somehow managed to squeeze her feet into the shoes and got out of the carriage.
"Wow."
The rushing sea breeze was incredibly refreshing.
As the cold air mixed with the wind swept over her feverish cheeks, it felt surprisingly cool. Olivia smiled brightly and walked toward the pitch-black sea.
Pierre, who was just coming out of the Magic Dome after finishing his night shift, spotted his colleagues and the Princess and approached them. However, Jonan and the bodyguards paid no attention to Pierre.
He was busy fidgeting, worried that the Princess might stumble.
Just try falling and getting hurt. We will die at the hands of the venomous Prince.
Completely oblivious to the bodyguards' anxious feelings, Olivia scanned the Magic Dome one by one with eyes full of joy and pointed precisely at the two broken units.
"It looks like that is broken."
Then, Pierre, who had quietly approached her, widened his eyes and glanced alternately at Olivia's fingertips and the magic dome.
"How do you know?"
Olivia blinked and spoke abruptly.
"The light at the top is blue all by itself."
"Ah..."
“But if that’s broken...”
Olivia muttered as she watched the warship anchored in the distant sea.
"It's too far."
Previous Next
Comments
Post a Comment