203 < Chapter 36. Be patient, Master (1) >

Plants pauses.

To fit the arm properly in a light blue jacket with white band embroidery and button embellishment. After that, Leek, who helped it, hauntingly recognizes Lucy's two hairs and quickly pulls them off.

The groomed plant moves back into the Arfia Palace.

I don't want to admit it, but I'm always nervous that I might run into them when I come here. But I still felt a lot of distance.

When Plants in the long corridor at the top of the Arfia Palace sighed behind Kaerra's knights who recognized him and greeted him.

"Plants."

Plants was called by someone who was reluctant to meet if he wanted to, unwilling to meet if he wanted to, unwilling to be welcomed, understandable and resentful, and sad.

It was Le Maine, who had just left the office for her appointment at the Senho coffin.

So, why did you let me face the Oval Office? Plants first put an example into the idea that every time I came here, there was no way to make me like it.

"I'm here to see the king."

Isn't it ridiculous when you think about it?

The children of the ducs who live in the biggest mansion on the streets of Anantia where the nobles live, and the children of those who don't know their names who will live in the slums outside the fortress, will also call them their fathers. The fact that he alone can never be called that.

That's choking.

It was inevitable that this palace, no matter how big and spectacular it was, would make people feel stuffy and cramped.

"What's going on? It's time for the aristocratic council."

Plants, who was reminded of one of the most useless and inefficient thoughts that was continuing consciously endlessly, looked up at Remain as if he was worried about himself.

Upstairs, a dark blue eye resembling someone who gathered only the things he disliked and made was looking at Plants.

Yeah, it is.

I wasn't looking down, I wasn't looking, I wasn't looking, I was looking.

The day when the concerned light became accustomed to such powerful gazes, Plants wondered what to say. I couldn't say I came to see the Wizard's stepfather to stop my brother from getting caught up in something weird again.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Lemaine quickly adds something to his mind as he looks at Plants, who doesn't immediately respond.

"I came here without saying a word, and I was worried about what was going on. Not because I'm busy and embarrassed, but because I think it's urgent to postpone my schedule for a while."

I'm busy now, and I feel like I know how many times I've said it would be hard right now. Don't you think you can add that sound to your assumptions?

Of course, I didn't learn it on my own.

Alan would have told Randall and Plants that every word Remain uttered and every breath he made would be heard by thorns.

This is why.

I don't know if Alan raised Calian forces or Le Maine.

"It wasn't urgent. And I don't think I'll be able to make it to the meeting today. I'm sorry."

Thanks to this, Plants has not been able to say more 'I'm not here to see you.' Le Maine opened her mouth again, looking at him a little more.

"Yes, I understand. If it's okay to talk here, tell me."

So I'm here to tell you that I'm here to see the wizard in the office opposite you.

Plants, who held his breath like a habit, thought that he didn't know how it could not be possible even if he didn't notice, said.

"· · · · · · No lifeless flowers on your birthday, Your Highness."

Just the way it is.

Gekko Plants told the man who believes, or wants to believe, that he came to find himself, not Alan, what he just figured out.

You made a mistake again.

I don't know where he learned how to catch strange things behind the scenes, but he caught the wrong ones again.

"Thank you for thinking of me, but it didn't mean much to Callian."

Plants sighs out of Remain's mouth. It's because I've heard it before.

I was scolded for a long time by a wizard who is bad at talking, but has a lot to learn and a lot to scold. Do you know what he did to the third person on his second and birthday?

Then, after thinking about what to do for the second birthday, I asked him if he would decorate the lamp with flames because the flames are flowers, and then I was told to just take the flames and throw them over the Seño River.

Regardless, Remainne, who was thinking of going to the third place and apologizing properly, nodded his head and said, Now I can see what Remain is thinking.

"You don't have to worry about me. Just give it to me."

After a long time, Le Maine understood what it meant. Plants' birthday was just a matter of asking for a living flower.

"It's okay to learn that not all flowers in the world smell the same."

I learned from Hina that every flower in the world can never be avoided, and that not every flower in the world produces a scent of danieli. So instead of placing a stone on my heart reminding me of the scars passed by me in the spring when I came back, I was trying to have a little bit of joy after winter.

In order to do that, he had to be happy with the red flowers celebrating his birthday, so he said he would try to get used to it a little bit like practicing. Of course, that doesn't mean you can drink lavender tea right away, but...

"· · · · · · · Yes. I will."

I didn't know if I understood all that, but Remain replied with caution.

"Thank you, Plants."

Of course, Remain simply thanked me for not being able to say he was sorry again.

* * *

The time when Callian had just returned Hina and Plants was talking to Remain.

A much larger number of nobles have found the Senho Coffin than they did recently at the Siegfried Coffin. There was only one reason why so many nobles gathered all the time with such different numbers of agendas and no different stories to come and no matter where the central council of nobles would go.

"So, Miss Demirea, Maybe I should talk to Prince 3rd about what happened that day. I'm sure you'll say no, but isn't Miss Demirea the bride of Prince Three?"

Earl Evan Brissen, who had politely run away at Calian's birthday feast, and Earl Demirea Siegfried, came to hear that he was attending a meeting of nobles that would be held at Senho Palace.

I can't miss out on the good stuff twice.

"· · · · · So I'm asking you to tell Prince 3 once after the meeting today."

It was the late Evan Brissen who told this story with his own manners to San Demirea for about half of his life.

Demirea opens her mouth, staring at Evan for a moment.

"I do."

It was a junior high school.

The moment Demirea came out of her mouth, the nobles were once again delighted that they were together. And Evan's eyebrows went up.

Evan takes a look around to make a clear protest about the story he just heard. There are many nobles who have their own power, but do not. There was nothing good about that young Demirea being treated with the same kindness about this marriage that she had given to herself.

"Miss Demirea. How rude of me to be in a public place."

"I am the Duke of Siegfried. I don't know where I learned that rude title."

Only Slay, unable to make it to the capital, temporarily transfers his power and goes down. Moreover, Demirea was clearly Siegfried's heirloom.

In this moment, only within this seminal chamber is the Duke Slay's heir. So clearly Demirea was taller than Evan here alone.

"What kind of rude name is that? Don't you think it's okay to talk if you don't have a lot of courtesy and you want to get along a little better? No matter how young you are."

"I don't know if you respect it in your thoughtless adornment."

Demirea gives Evan an unstoppable life, growling.

"If you call me that again, I will dishonor myself, my family, Duke Siegfried, and my betrothed Prince Kalian. Evan, Bricen, the Marquis."

With a low voice that seems not to be rough, Evan's mouth slowly shuts.

* * *

- There are things you'll never forget even if you get used to them. Shouldn't we go back to our original positions and protect them again? Before that pathetic bastard asks you any more questions.

In that sentence, "Guard."

'From me, your brother.'

There was no need to think for long that the word was hidden.

Alan removes the letter from his position, assuming he doesn't need to rethink it. The paper was not burned, crumpled, or torn, but literally reduced to dust in front of Plants' eyes and disappeared without a trace. I didn't even want to know how he did it, but it wasn't important at this moment. There was a really important problem.

"The king of Cecretia is a bit."

I think you're crazy, but Plants has closed his mouth halfway. It is because I think that I am still the father of my brother's old brother.

I didn't really think Chase would send that letter. Chase wasn't in a position to talk that way in the first place, but Devil was the only one who could ask Kalian for it.

So, the whole world is so annoying, I can't help but notice the complicated state of mind sitting here in front of my real father, who made his egg blind so incredibly compassionate that I can't find him, and then confront my father who shaped his appearance.

"Thanks for letting me know."

Alan just replied like this.

The usual playful smile or a smile that was always raising was a perfect expression that was nowhere to go. If he doesn't care what he says, he looks as if he's just a peaceful face, but he looks like he wouldn't feel cool if he went to Cecrethia right now and sharpened any of them.

It was not that he didn't understand the emotion, so Plants spoke in a low voice, facing Alan with a bold expression.

"I don't know if I really remember my brother's old self, but I'm sure something's up."

It seemed as if he knew all of Calian's secrets. However, there were a group of people who thought it must have found 'memories.' They're good at leaking secrets, aren't they?

So it shouldn't be strange if this letter was sent to take a look at Calian after setting up an unbelievable hypothesis about these unbelievable stories leaking out of nowhere.

After all, Devilan was telling me to return to Cecretia before I could reveal Calian's secret to Remain. Alan, who endured the tremor of that shameless talk of treating the foreign prince as my son, put his hands on the temple.

"I'll be back soon."

I'm gonna kill you.

Now I'm going to kill the devil who is too hard to resist any beast with my hands. I will not let you die properly, but I will kill you in the most dreadful and cruel way in the world, so that you will not have a single bone powder left.

That's what it meant.

"I think that's my job."

A voice that should not have been heard here gave Alan a short answer.

It was, of course, Calian who came all the way out here, hiding all the way from Alan.

Callian walks into Allen's office quietly, looking at Plants and Allen once.

"It seems that my ex-wife went the wrong way."

After reading the letter to Kalian, Plants headed to the Arfia Palace, he saw Plants from afar and told Arsen that he was worried.

I don't know what's going on, but Arsen didn't listen to what the Bird of Cecritia had to say to clear the way for Calian. After hearing what happened now from Arsenal, who had brought it to his attention, Calian slowly followed Plants here.

"Just in case · · · · · · ·."

An angry voice.

A voice that is more angry than ever at meddling in your own affairs.

"You're here. Talking about me."

Plants, who heard that voice, missed when he was angry with Callian for what he had just called "my foreground."

"Except me."

The moonlit water that flows silently beneath the thick ice of the Northern Great Desert, the sound of its watery voice. A cold voice like that that will extinguish even the sparks in my eyes.

It sounded like whale crying to Plants.

You are angry because you hear the cries of a whale trapped under thick ice and have nowhere else to go.