Ludwig Guesses

Mia quickly began getting ready for her trip to Sunkland once she had made up her mind. She first called Ludwig and told him to set up her guard convoy.

“Understood. Then, I’ll put together a team of our most skilled Princess Guard.” He let out a defeated sigh. He had been dealing with Mia’s sudden whims for a long time and was used to them.

“I’ll leave it up to you then. Oh, and I’d also like to bring Dion along. Will that be okay?”

“Dion-dono, so you say...” Ludwig thought about her as he tapped the bridge of his glasses. “Should I take that to mean that this trip is dangerous enough to require him to be there?”

“Maybe. It’s a safety measure.” She gave a shrug. “The best-case situation is, of course, that it turns out to be completely safe, but you never know, and I can’t exactly bring an army into Sunkland with me. A small group of top guards is the only choice that makes sense.”

She also couldn’t say for sure that she would stop Sion from being killed. Mia knew she had been taking a lot of risks lately because Ludwig was so scared of her risky behavior this past winter. Even though her plan was to stop the crown prince of Sunkland from being killed, Mia didn’t think Ludwig would just let her go. So, she chose to lie about why she did what she did.

“...I see.”

To her discomfort, he looked at her for a while before making that unsettlingly penetrating look while fixing his glasses.

“If that is the case, I will go to Sunkland with Your Highness.”

“Huh?”

“Sudden changes like this often lead to problems that no one saw coming. My being there could be helpful. I’ve also been meaning to talk with Sunkland’s government in secret.”

“But don’t you—”

“All right, I’ll leave now. Before we leave, I need to find people to do my work for me.”

Before Mia could say anything else, he left.

Inside, they were led to a large garden. Here, well-kept flowers adorned a yard that was much less wild. Citrina could be seen sitting at a table in the far corner. Bel was...

Bel was dancing in front of her!

“And then, right there, you hit the clappers.”

She hit them together with her hands as if they were clappers. She must have been showing Citrina the dance she had done in Perujin. or at least trying to.

“After that, do this!” She turned around a few times, clapped, and then posed in a proud way.

“Oh moons, she did literally every step wrong,” Mia muttered.

The way the girl danced was just...sort of...

It’s hard to say what’s wrong, but something just doesn’t feel right. Also, what is it about this girl that she can mess up the dance in every way and still act like she just did the coolest thing ever? It’s pretty amazing, actually. I might want to be more like her...

She walked over with a newfound admiration for her granddaughter.

“Mia-neesama, oh. You are are!” When Bel saw her, she smiled.

“Good morning, Your Highness. Welcome to Yellowmoon Villa.” Citrina stood up and curtsied. She smiled as she did it, and the move was as sweet and beautiful as spring flowers.

And this girl is still very cute...

“Good morning to you, Rina. How’s your father doing?”

“Yes, he’s doing well, and he says hello.”

“Good. Oh, but tell him to stop eating so many cookies, OK? Because eating too many sweets will actually make you shorten your lifespan. Did you know?” Mia felt a little overwhelmed by the others, so she quickly shared this piece of preventive wisdom that she stole shamelessly from Tatiana. The young’uns were impressed enough for Mia to flash a triumphant smug grin, as if she had accomplished something great.Gẹtt the latest novels at n.o/(v)/e/l/bin(.)com