117 12. The King's Face

Saravia's father took no more than one wife and loved and pulled out only one in his lifetime.

The woman was a subordinate nobleman's maid, and she had a happy marriage - weak body, and Saravia died when she was ten years old.

After a while, his father also left the world to follow the rest.

That's why Saravia doesn't have any brothers.

As the season was about to shift from winter to spring, Saravia was concerned that her mother's health would never recover.

Sometimes it's a desert country, and even at this time of year, Sandrose isn't very cold. However, it is also a season that cannot be said to be easy for the sick to spend.

Saravia came to the garden and found her mother sitting by the water.

"Mother, what are you doing here"

"It's not Sarah. Have you finished your morning studies yet?

"... done. So, my mother hasn't been feeling well since morning, has she? I need to sleep..."

What if it gets worse, Saravia asks her mother.

"I'm sorry," he grins bitterly at his worried son, stroking his head.

"I'm a little calm, so I thought you'd be okay."

"Already...... My hands are so cold."

"I think I'm getting a little cold"

Saravia sighs at her mother, looking swallowed.

"Let's get back to the room. You'll see rain clouds in the distance, so it'll be colder in the afternoon."

"Well, that's tough. Sarah also had an audition for dancing this afternoon..."

"Don't worry about me, mind your own body"

"Yes, sir. Sarah doesn't care."

Saravia takes her mother's hand and returns to the palace.

But along the way, her mother coughed up and stopped her leg. I immediately grabbed my mother's back, which looked spicy, and said, "Are you okay?" and speak up.

"Somebody give me a hand because my mother looks spicy!

"Yes, I did, right away!

A servant who traveled through the vicinity noticed the hurried voice of Saravia, and soon came. Take her to her room so she can hold her mother and arrange for a doctor.

I put him to sleep on the sleeping table, but his breathing is disturbing and he's about to suffer.

"... so that's why I wanted you to take your time in the room..."

Saravia distorts her face when she says why she went out to the garden or something.

The mother, who had been coughing for a while, slowly opened her eyes and looked at Saravia as her breathing settled. The fact that I was suffering until just now is a lying smile.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. You surprised me."

"... it's okay. But you have to be asleep no more today!

"Yeah, right. I thought it would be all right for a little while... but my body is in trouble for not listening to me."

Saravia sighs frightened, wondering if it is the word of a man about to fall. I sincerely hope you feel a little more at stake.

Saravia sits on a chair placed next to her bedside and stares at her lying mother.

Clear golden hair is glossy straight and has a length to the waist. Brown skin, red eyes. Saravia's appearance inherits her mother's in color.

What resembles an emperor, his father, is his winning eyes and losing personality?

When Saravia sees her sitting, her mother giggles.

"... what is it"

"No. The little one was two melons to me, but I thought Sarah was starting to look a little like him when she grew up and became manly."

One day Saravia will take over the position of emperor, so I'd like to see her, my mother groans.

"I don't know when my father is leaving, but my mother is the queen, so it's up to me to see her."

"Hehe, I hope so"

When I could always see it, the only reason my mother didn't say it in the words of certainty was... probably because she had noticed thinly her death.

It was not until Saravia, who was still young, that she realized that, at any rate, she would reign in the emperor.

"... I want Sarah to live long enough to keep an eye on this country."

"Suddenly again..."

"Right. If I insist, I can't make you a sibling."

The royal family of Sandrose has taken multiple side chambers for generations and played many children. However, it is tough on her weak body to have any more children, and neither my father, the emperor, nor my new side chamber, thinks of fine dust.

But Saravia was also proud of it.

My parents love only one person in their lifetime.

So much so that the emperors of history even thought that many had side chambers and were not honest. In the future, he wanted to be like that... as a young man.

"Me and that guy will leave the world before Sarah does. So Sarah, I want you to keep an eye on my country."

"Don't tell me as if I were going to die"

"Because humans, things that you don't know what's there.... Oh, my God, was that a little too sentimental?

With a dull laugh, her mother holds Saravia's hand.

"Just for a moment, I've been thinking about what's going to happen. Sarah, hey Sarah... what I gave you must have been enough to give birth to your life in this world."

"Don't be silly. I get a lot more stuff from my mother."

Happy, angry, pathetic or fun. Then, loving someone. The feeling that Saravia loves her parents and the people of this country would have come from her mother's affection.

"One day I want to find someone I care about."

"Heh, that's good. I'm sure she'll be very happy that Sarah loves her. I was loved by that man, and gave birth to Sarah, so happy."

"Yes!"

Saravia, ten years old, replied vibrantly to her mother's words. Yes, I am very happy at this time, and one day I will see this country where I have become emperor - together.

But with his mother's death, all of that was overshadowed.

"... Dear A, Dear Saravia! It's morning."

I inhaled my breath and woke up ha-ha.

The morning sun was plugged in through the window, apparently slower than usual to wake up. Usually, he said he'd wake up before Izette came to wake him.

Saravia wakes up her body and sighs one.

"Morning, Izette."

"Good morning, Master Saravia.... Looks like you were stuck, but was it bad in your dreams?

Offered a wake-up ginger tee, Saravia sees Isette without hiding her tired expression.

"... it was my mother's dream when she died"

"It's..."

Without knowing what to answer, Izette mumbles.

"Lately, you've had a lot to do. I'm sure you're tired and weak. Calm down a little and rest."

When Izette opens the window to change the air, the wind strokes Saravian blonde hair.

I sipped ginger tea and looked out the window for the view, and blurted, "It's not going to work," he said.

"I didn't think the Fairy King was with me."

"Right. When Rose comes in, the plan goes crazy"

"I do agree with that"

laughed all the time, and Saravia drank Ginger Tea all at once.

"At first I was thinking of getting a sneaky enough amount of magic from Rose, but you can't. I didn't want to be that kind of person."

"Dear Saravia,"

"I'm sure my mother wouldn't want me like that."

"But more than that, I am saddened that you will die!

Roughing up Yzette's voice telling her not to choose death easily so that she can put it on Saravia's words.

Indeed, it was the royal duty to give magic to the awakened salamander. But since it was centuries ago, it was the responsibility of the former emperor to take only one concubine.

"Salamander woke up and found out I had to do that duty... when my mother died. Salamander's will came through me, and I realized what I had to do."

And at the same time...

"I despaired. 'Cause, you know, my magic wasn't enough magic to give Salamander. In the first place, there's no way that only one human can fill Salamander's belly."

So soon, Saravia advised her father to take a new side room. Because as it is, when the salamander wakes up, he can no longer deal with it. Anyway, he told me to have more kids so that Salamander could give me magic.

But the opinion was never accepted.

And at the same time, Saravia couldn't deny her father's rejection.

Because I couldn't forget how much I loved only one of my own wives.

Then I wish I could take lots of side rooms in place of my father and prosper the royalty...... I thought so.

This is all Saravia has ever done.

"Even before, I had filled Salamander's belly in exchange for the Emperor's life. It's not like I'm gonna die, and it's not too bad to give it a try."

"It's decided badly. If you die, the Sandrose royalty will be gone."

"... so is that"

But there's a part of me that looks optimistic.

Sandrose had many royalties looking back in history. Perhaps it is secretly spreading its blood among the civilian population as well.

I mean, in case something like this happens right now - I wonder if the emperor long ago keeps the cloth stone.

No, eighty-nine out of ten. That's what you'd be doing.

As an emperor, there is certainty. Because, no doubt, Saravia will do it too. No wonder there was someone with the same idea. No, it would be weird if you weren't there.

That's why some parts of me were able to move boldly this way.

"Oh, speaking of which... Your Majesty Aquasteed has asked me to grant you access to all the libraries."

"Library?"

The subject changes to Pretend, and Saravia unwittingly gives a barbaric voice.

"What a place to be...... oh well. Looking for clues to get your body back."

"You probably are. However, the underground library is tightly controlled with access. Even the people of this country can't get in so easily, but when they become royalty in another country, let alone royalty..."

"No, I don't mind, give me permission."

Saravia speaks lightly of her consent before Isette tells her she should say no.

Sure, considering this one, it's inevitable to admit it... is it really okay? It's not just about how to get back to normal, it's about military classified material about this country.

But once Saravia decides, the idea won't be so overshadowed. Izette has no choice but to reply "if you will".

"Then I will tell His Majesty Aquasteed from me."

"Oh, please. But the festival is the day after tomorrow. I don't think I can find a way back by then... but somehow, I don't think Rose can handle it."

laughed all the time. Saravia rose from her bedroom and put her arms through Izette's prepared sleeve of clothes.

Tiara Rose and Aquasteed look for ways they can regain their magic, and Saravia prepares for the ceremony. The day of the Flame and Water Ceremony quickly came as each of us did what we had to do.

Nothing good comes up...