323 < Chapter 58. Peas Again (1) >

I don't think so, but there are three of them.

This is the story of Plants' patience. Except for the blue-haired crazy wizard and the salty pink-haired wizard, most people don't know, but there are at least three. Of course, this number is only discounted against people. Just as you can't be mad at the beautiful crying Anne after tapping her protruding neck, you can see how much patience Plants has left in front of him, barking like he doesn't even care about how much patience he has.

Usually lives well, but sometimes disappears.

It is a description of Plants' rationality. Sometimes it would be a problem if my heart was too rational to roll like a chessboard, but Plants was rational. It's just that sometimes the reason disappears, and I look at my brother who is spinning so much that I don't even know how many wheels, and I don't know, and I also go around in circles with him.

It is mild, but not just mild.

It's an assessment of Plants' toughness, of course. I threw a knife at Jan to make sure she changed, but I didn't show off her stubborn personality after making a thick breast in Kalian's palm. There's a good reason why people can't empathize with Kalian's feelings about Plants being so gentle. I'm mostly folding up in front of him because I know he's my brother who thinks Lucy's a shepherd.

"I'm busy. Let's just get to the point."

It's a plant, after all.

Calian has been silent ever since he brought Sergeant to the villa, saying he has something to say about Randall. It was also Plants who decided to help Randall with his work, and now Sergei was Prince of Tensyl, so it was better for Plants in the same position to answer.

Sergei, who has followed me here, has not broken the spell of disguise. Even sitting alone in front of the two royal families of Cairys, he did not show his true name, nor did he reveal his true name.

With such a clumsy Sergei plant, Kalian knows better than anyone that it is a clever pea that can be used to reduce patience, put reason aside for a while, and then even use its known personality.

"Go."

Like this.

- Cheers.

After a short while, he lowers his three glasses of tea and goes out. A nice aroma came from the car that blended cinnamon with dried tangerine peel. Sergei, who smelled it, smiles and opens his mouth.

"Just in time for tea, so let's have a proper drink. By the way, the Cairys like flower tea, but they don't."

The prince who didn't like flower tea answered his brother for a while.

"Tensile people have bad ears. As bad as your head."

"First of all, your words are pretty rude."

"Leave if you don't want to. You."

"This is it. He said he'll take care of it."

"I thought I told you to take it out. Are you sure you have a bad head?"

You hear the sound of mourning on the Kalian's side.

Plants' words were too short to have a gentle conversation with a stranger, and Tensyl's prince was a man who could hardly hear them. At this rate, all night long, one side just said, "Let it out," and the other said, "Let it out."

"I'm going to be a little disappointed if you keep coming out like that."

"If it's Seoul."

Plants twists his knee and puts his hands on it as if he were going to work hard in the absence of a cat. Then he leans in toward Sergei and opens his mouth.

"That famous prince Tensyl, whether he killed him or died. Let me ask you that first."

Sergei's mouth is shut.

One of Plants' mouths dries up.

"I don't like to talk back. How about you?"

After seeing the peas fight on their own, Calian raises his cup of tea with a relaxed face. I particularly like the smell of tangerines that smell better than flowers today.

Oh, really. What should we do with Hina?

I knew there was no place that wasn't great, but I couldn't admit it without admiring it so many times. It's no wonder Hannah found out what was inside that prince so quickly.

"I didn't know I was talking back."

"Maybe you got it instead of sending a healer to Devil. Or as a condition of giving him something else before that?"

"· · · · · · I thought I was suspicious of who I was yesterday. You still think the same thing."

"Why are you doing this to Randall? They're here to see if we know who you are."

The plant you're talking about is, of course, but I didn't think that Kalian was right about Hina from the start. Maybe it was Kalian who nodded his head at Hina's words that the Tontons were platinum in color, considering how to change the definition of platinum and that I was a little taller. So if Hina is a woman, she is a woman. How could she doubt that?

"Not an excuse, but a confirmation would be a confirmation. I was worried about spreading some crazy rumors."

"That's too much. If that's all you have to say, you can say. I don't think they know you have to let me in if you want to impress me."

Calian, who has been silent, opens his mouth.

I couldn't take it anymore. Of course, it's easy to keep my foot out. Even Alan won't recognize the look he's turned into a disguise. However, the opponents are Khalian and Plants.

"But I don't recognize the magic tools, but I know the · · · · · · · lying well."

The wind is at the end of the horse.

Sergei's short hair is scattered in the wind. Then the blue round earring that was hanging in Sergei's ear fell off.

Change your hair color. The length of the head did not differ significantly, but it sank into a slightly different blue color than gold. The golden eyes changed. A silvery light with a deep blue light and thinner eyes with brighter days. My throat tightens. Lengthens fingers.

He did not realize that he had returned to his appearance, and his mouth was tapered. Calian shrugs and looks toward Plants. Now that I had reduced the time to argue, it meant that we should keep talking.

* * *

Where spring comes. Cairys.

Spring has come to Cairis. The frozen Seine flows again and the smell of yellow Fredia flowers begins to wash over the Cairis.

As soon as the fluffy purple sugar cake entered my mouth, it melted away like a cloud.

"I thought purple would taste like grapes, but it's not."

The disappointed word of the child who smelled the scent left behind after sweetness, asked the person next to him.

"You don't like lavender?"

"Flowers. I don't like flowers very much."

"May I ask why you don't like it?"

"It's upsetting to see the flowers grow."

"When it blooms, it withers, Lirier. Flowers can't keep blooming."

"Poor thing, though. It's disappearing too soon."

Maybe someone with the same bloodline knows to stay away from flowers for different reasons. The child, Demirea, walking next to Riley, gives a small smile.

"Even your favorite almond tree blooms."

Demirea, who opened her mouth, told us what her favorite almond tree flowers looked like, what they smelled like, and how almonds would open after the flowers bloomed. The flowers of the world didn't just bloom beautifully for nothing.

"If you don't like lavender, I'll buy you another one."

And this is what he added. I explained why flowers should bloom to a child who hated flowers, but I didn't tell him not to hate them. Sherry, Demirea's mother, never forced her to hate anything.

Lilly, who was still looking down at the many remaining sugar chips, said, taking one more with her mouth.

"Someone else made it. I don't want to throw it away."

"You're not going to like eating forcefully."

"I'm not forcing it. It's not tasty. Buy me red next time instead."

"Okay, next time I'll buy you a red one."

"What does red taste like?"

"I don't know. Strawberry."

"What if it smells like roses?"

"Then I'll buy you a yellow one."

"What if there's Fredia in yellow, Demirea?"

"It's okay. Some of them don't smell like flowers."

"Yes. Next time, let's take a good look and pick a different flavor."

"Yes, let's do that."

I wonder what a red sugar cookie tastes like. Maybe it tastes like strawberries, or maybe it smells like roses, or maybe it tastes something else that's hard to guess. Demirea promised the following in anticipation of what it would taste like. Lee smiles and nods.

"Demirea, are you going home now?"

"You better be. You're all dressed up."

"Where should I go for dinner?"

"No, there's no other schedule."

I was on my way out to meet my new outfit at Riley.

Fitted in a pale yellow dress that would look great on Riley and in a blue jacket and a blue trouser suit. I also fit many new long skirts and trousers that are good for going around and around, various types and colors of comfortable clothes. Kids at this time really grow up differently every day.

You could have brought someone from the costume shop just like you did when you were fitting your clothes, but Demirea came out on purpose. Even if it wasn't like this, I went out on the streets with Riley as often and for a long time. I walked by small numbers, including only knight eggs and Siona, without using a wagon or horse. Just like Sherry and Slay did.

I know how good a memory that is.

"In Riley. Is there somewhere you want to go?"

"Yes, I want to go to the river."

Cyan hair and eyes.

The color of Evan's hair and the color of Lennon's eyes. A child resembling the slender jawline and high nostrils of silica with her sharp eyes and soft lips. A child who resembles Plants a lot. The child of Brissen, unknown but obvious to all.

As a child, I initially thought about keeping Evan and Lennon hidden in a mansion in people's heads until they were forgotten. I couldn't help thinking about it. Then I remembered the first brother who was already not in this world. I realized I was thinking very silly.

Then I called Jan and talked for a long time. I spoke with Le Maine. Of course, the first thing I asked her was what she thought. I just didn't ask Slay. Slayman was going to tell her to do whatever she wanted anyway. No matter what the consequences, no matter what the rumors, no matter how grey reacts, no matter what demands. Slayman's shield, Siegfried, is big enough to protect a small child from all of that. Keeping it safe is what Siegfried does best.

At the end of many of those conversations, Demirea takes her hand and together begins to leave the mansion. Le Maine also attended the fish feeding event, of course. Still quiet, Grey does not react swiftly, and the nobles do not make fun of Siegfried. Thanks to you, I finished the event quietly.

"You saw the Seine yesterday."

"I know, but I want to go back."

"The evening river is cold, Riley."

"Still, there were so many people there yesterday, I couldn't see them all."

Unlike usual, Riley insisted. It seems a pity that so many people were gathered to meet the royal family that they did not want to see it.

"So · · · · · · · · · ·."

Demirea pauses, momentarily pulling out the clock in her pocket and checking her time. It was a good time to go back to the mansion, wash, eat dinner, put Riley to sleep, practice swordplay, or go to bed while reading a book.

Demirea bowed down once when she saw the sky that was sunset. He once again tightly opened the white scarf that he had wrapped around her neck.

"Then let's stop by for a while. But not for long."

"Yes, good."

Flowers bloom on Riley's face. Demirea turns her head, smiling at you, and relays the message to the egg. Since I think I will be later than expected, I told everyone not to wait for me to pick up and eat first.

After Yuan, who was traveling with him, left for the mansion first, Demirea thought about taking a little walk or getting in the wagon. Then I thought of what Riley liked to watch and just moved on.

Whether the shops and display items that had already been seen many times were still curious, Lee stopped walking slowly, looking at them individually today. It was the second stop in front of the sweets house, so the meaning is clear. It means I want to buy something. So Demirea looks a little surprised.

"Do you want flowers, Riley?"

"On the river · · · · · · · · · ·."

Unusual hesitation.

Though I said flowers weren't good, I stopped in front of the flower shop on the way to the river.

Demirea extends her arms, staring down at her for a moment. And I held him in my arms. Although she grew up more than when she first came to Siegfried Manor, she was constantly light to Demirea, who wielded a heavy sword that she could only face around the error.

"I'll buy you one. Anelucia."

Le Maine announced the beginning of spring by feeding the Seine with fish. It also meant that another flower blossomed again on the Seine.

After Le Maine left, many of the unsuccessful Andalusians climbed the river. Demirea answers the question Riley asked. that the flower is Anerosi, and why it floats in the river.

Without asking who the flowers are for, Demirea bought quite a lot of Anneucia. I have to say a word to a flower, so that anyone can say it graciously.

"I'm going to send it to my mom."

She whispers as she looks at the basket of flowers in her other hand, not holding her. With a small word, Demirea closes her eyes for a moment and opens her eyes.

She was smart.

Maybe not as smart as Plants, but not as smart as a child. No one told me what happened to the one who gave birth to me, but I already knew.

"I'd buy more flowers."

Demirea said something like this to herself, being careful not to let the child in her arms hear a sigh.

"No, that's enough. I'm just going to say I'm fine, so you don't have to worry anymore."

"Yes."

"Thank you, Demirea."

"You don't have to thank me for this."

"Thank you."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Demirea, with a basket of flowers in one arm, continues to move her feet. She puts one sugar cookie in Demirea's mouth. Then I put an arm around Demirea's neck and put one in my mouth. After eating all the last remaining sweets, I hugged Demirea.

Fragrances of cold air, sweets and lavender.

Anelucia, and Demirea's firm, warm arms.

It was the first spring that Riley remembered.

* * *

Last fall.

It was said to be about September.

"There was an ambush. He fled with the Three Horsemen, but there was an accident on the way."

It was a bunch of words that went down while trying to figure out if he really knew who I was.

"Cesar is alive. It's just hard to stay alive."

It was not about the prince of Tensyl, the former guardian pretending to be the prince in front of him, but the real prince.

During the raid and escape, the prince fell under the cliff and rescued him, but he was unable to speak, think or move. The prince's side said they all died on the same day.

"Your king. I did something."

"I tried to send the High Septon secretly, but failed. It was your side that sent the assailant."

"· · · · · · Nobles. Why?"

"If Prince Randell will not be king of Cairis, it is better to summon Prince Randell to succeed him." Looks like you made a different deal with Prince Randall. "

It was the seal of the oath.

"Is it Cairis?"

"Prince Randell's forces are also in Cairys. That's what we're trying to inflate the ground on. Since I joined hands with the wolves."

"I didn't know wolves and nobles were allies."

Plants thought for a moment and said,

"How's the disguise going?"

"His Majesty has made a deal with Devil Lan that he has not missed the treatment period. To secretly make me a prince. I was the only one who could replicate all of Seth's actions and prepare for the raid."

We didn't know if it was the man in front of us or the real Crown Prince who died in a wagon accident on the way back. Magic that changes appearance cannot be undone by being a corpse.

"So, what do you want?"

"I was refused to attend King Cairys' birthday party on the way back. So, I came here to ask if I could make arrangements for Prince Randall and I to meet."

"Why."

Sergeine looks at Plants for a moment. Then you look at Calian again and open your mouth long after.

"Prince Randall ascended to the throne of Tensyl and asked if he could hold your hand, not the nobles'. I don't want to be king. A man with a knife."

Calian's gaze was on Plants.

I'm sure Plants would agree to send Randall to Tensile, and Calian can't get involved in that.

"I don't want to."

And Plants refused.

"I'll solve your country's problems on my own. I don't know why my brother has to go there and be king."

Surprisingly, unthinkable.

I said I wasn't going to send Randall.

Randall's doctor didn't ask.