Chapter 817: Fall Footsteps 3
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When Princess Run finished her questioning attack on the Irina's, she began to cling to her chambers to write it down this time.
Even though it's my own room, it's the room assigned to her at the Baron's residence.
"Isn't that good enough to work on something else?
"I wish that was as far as I could say...... Maia!
When Irina with a troubled face calls, rarely does Maia normally show up through the door.
"Explain."
"... I was surprised last time I worked continuously for about a day and a half and suddenly collapsed. I brought it to the Spirit Springs and it came back to life, but I'm still crunching it all day again."
"A whole day... er"
"About 22 hours."
"... su, that's a great concentration, huh?
Well... I sometimes lose track of time too, but it's not exactly more than 20 hours flat... I guess. I don't have that much strength.
... No, Princess Run is using her body as a soldier for once. You must be far less physically fit than I am.
"Before I got poorly healthy, I was asleep with asthma when I was impotent, that weak knight said.... verse where you don't know your limits because you're healthy, there is. Honestly, I thought you were really dead before this."
"Seriously...?
Maia is, of course, a dragon, so besides her appearance, she has plenty of means to spot her opponent's condition, such as heart sounds and body temperature. True face to face that Maia could really be dead...... yeah. You're not good at jokes like that, and you're serious.
Speaking of which, when I was studying in Wangdu, I remember a story about a senior craftsman... or a craftsman who didn't mean to be in the same door, but who was doing it personally near Thread Workshop, who suddenly died out of nowhere.
He wasn't particularly sick, but he tended to stay up all night, and he was a sensitive artisan who cared about his inspiration.
The world of craftsmen didn't interact that way with the outside of the gate, and I couldn't have been kind to him as an apprentice, so it's hearsay, but one morning when my daughter-in-law found him, he was cold holding the sword of the will.
"You can't have a craftsman dying early. In the end, we can't give it to our guests or make the next one. Create an item that meets the customer's order and earns the customer's trust, connecting it to the next job. Craftsmen deserve to repeat it. Keep spinning. It's a numb. I don't know if I could be a legend when I die, but that's a bad idea. I don't have a stepdad."
And that's what Threed Parents were preaching to our disciples as they turned bright red with booze, as usual.... I heard later that the gatekeepers were different but were the son-in-law of my parent's brother.
"For once, I'm going to take you to the Spirit Springs as soon as I have a separation... I'm not sure how far to stop it"
"... what does Fiona say?
"I'm being spilled by Angelos now."
…………
Don't do it at times like this, Angelos, but I can't even complain because it's important to train Fiona.
"Irina, say it harder. You'll be in trouble if he dies."
"... if that princess says she's okay with herself, I can't say any more. That's because I'm pretty stubborn."
I'm not in a position to give orders in my capacity, and can't I be strong or flattered?
But, um.
... Is it best if I say it in person?
I have no choice.
A visit to Princess Run's room leaves quite a few pieces of paper dry.
As soon as I write and roll or overlap these documents, they seep and backphotograph, so I'll have to dry them if I write them, but it's a little spectacular that the paper with the Southern language surprising is scattered on one side of the floor.
Thinking that only one girl wrote this down in a short period of time makes me think that's quite a feat. I can't read it though.
"Princess."
Speak up, but Princess Run, who is on her desk, is not hearing at all.
I'll try to get close behind me. Your hands aren't unconscious because they're moving.
Shall I set you up from behind? Even breathing in my ear... is dangerous. What are you thinking when you're not even a female slave? Me.
Don't let too many girls forgive you for anything waste your ideas. Reflection.
Get your mind back on it and do it again from behind.
"Princess, are you awake?
…………
I dared try rhetoric as if I suspected sleeping, but Princess Run doesn't respond. I'm even moving a crunchy feather pen.
A mouthful of empty ink kettle, which I believe has been used up, is dropped in the corner of the gobble and desk, telling the story of the spectacle of her concentration. It's not even paint, so I can't normally use it so much all at once.
... Can't you just speak up normally? It's disrespectful to be a commoner to get too familiar, and I'm not trying to be close to you as a dragon rider.
I decide to slap him on the shoulder.
"Princess."
"... Huh!? What, ah, yes!?
I finally realized.
I turn my eyes once with a slightly troublesome face, then turn back to the writing once, and review this one with a glitzy face to remove the pen.
"Oh, sorry, ahhh... I thought it was Fiona!
"... I don't mean to sound so high."
"I wasn't distracted except that they were calling me because I was focused......!
Same goes for the difference in voice, but what about being called in Northwestern but mistaken for Fiona? Is it possible?
... Well, if that's what he's saying, I guess so.
"Aren't you losing your attention? I don't know what you're writing, but that would make more mistakes."
"Yes, no, I'm rather in enough condition to write as much as I want... the"
"Maybe it's an illusion."
22 hours. Regardless of not sleeping, my head stops working so long, in a complete hunger strike.
I guess I'm not working my head enough to think I can do just about anything, rather than being more focused.
... I have to be careful because I get high during work a lot too. Not if you can't even read the work, but you're criticizing it cool.
"Let's put the pen down once today, eat the mesh and go into the hot spring. I heard you were dying once."
"And I can't believe I'm dying. I'm just trying too hard to be anaemic."
"I thought Maia was dead."
"I exaggerate..."
No, you can't. I don't understand what kind of impotence I have.
I was wondering if I was just being strong, but how much would it mean to challenge the dead line in such a weird way that I could handle it right away?
... I mean, I had some weird trust in my body when I was about this age, too. As long as you have the temper and guts, you can delude whatever you want all night long, like.
Now that the title middle-aged is approaching, I've come to understand that if I can't do it, there will be a corresponding bounce, but Princess Lan, who suddenly overcame the handle of asthma, is exactly who I was back then...... no, more than that, I guess I can't recognize what my limits are, etc.
"Anyway, if the dragon is going to do something about it, he died of writing too many diaries in his room, what a pity Fiona can't take home. If you don't take care of your body, there's no point in you being cured."
"... it's not a diary... ugh"
Pretend you can't hear me, I'll make the princess stand. I've only been writing all day and my indicative footing is flimsy, and it just looks like I've turned back on the sick and weak princess.
Supporting that shoulder, I think this is Princess Raina of Trott... you can't go wrong with Queen Raina or Queen Flair of Renfangas.
Though it's not a good idea to treat the princess too cheaply and greatly, but I'm the only one who can pull her reins now, so make an excuse for herself, and brave her impotence as an older person.
Fennel was smiling as he left the room.
"You can prepare your meal right away. Please have a drink of this Spirit Springs water."
Behind that, on a small run, a maid of the cherry blossom family was seen heading to the kitchen. I guess the well-eared girls were listening to the story.
When the princess receives the handed ceramic cup and sips it down with a slight grunt of throat, she wakes up again with a slightly flattered face.
"Oh, delicious..."
"My body must have been craving it because I didn't even drink water."
... I missed Fiona because she's too much of an arrogant kid, but I think Princess Run is a dangerous kid too. So much so that even Fiona has to be on her side like that.
Common sense and a sense of crisis are lacking in a different sense from Fiona.
Saving her, it makes me wonder if it's really okay to just leave her like this.
I don't think we should step too far in.
Night.
The princess was fed and bathed, and after putting him to bed, Fiona showed up when he was taking his time in a secret hot spring.
As usual, he seems to be getting bogged down with special training, but today he seems to have finished to the point where he can walk on his own.
"... you"
"Hey."
Fiona's words are beginning to be understood unless it's a difficult idiom or something. I can even say a quick hello from over here. It's not St. Gard's, but let's give it a break there.
"Looks like Master Lan took care of you. … thank you"
"Uh..."
Fiona says strangely as she dresses in a bathing robe without hesitation and soaks herself in the hot springs.
Fiona sighed as she rubbed her mole, unanswered because she honestly didn't expect to be thanked.
"Northwestern is fine. I'm beginning to understand Northwestern to some extent so you can understand my language."
"Oh, seriously?
"Thanks to Irina."
... Speaking of which, I thought you said something about trying to teach Fiona even on Irina's side.
Are you not as retarded as you think you are to be taught and be able to listen to it to some extent in all this time?
"What's that unexpected face? I don't even care what you say to the townspeople."
"Because I didn't seem to take seating very seriously..."
"Sh, I don't like it, but I'm not going to be sexually bent enough to take my studies less seriously!
... Right. You're always serious when it comes to serious, this guy.
Bad point though.
"... I read the myths written by Master Lan. The myth of how you saved the Elf Territory, saved the Trot, and controlled the battle of the Dragons… still halfway there."
"Well, that's what it is."
I mean, is that a myth? The royal family has nothing to do with St. Gard.
Fiona looked away. I don't like how this guy makes me look like that.
"It's the foundation for Master Lan to create a myth. Lady Lan's courage won't be worth knowing who you are or what you did to become the Lord of the Dragon."
"... well, maybe so"
Wouldn't it be easier if I made all of that a myth? Can we all share it with the faithful?
Fiona doesn't answer the question...
"Honestly, I can't say what I believe... no, it doesn't mean I don't believe in Master Lan"
"No, because what I don't believe is a normal reaction"
There are a bit of parts of me that I have to laugh off if people tell me myself.
But Fiona looks at me and the silver dragon daughters with black collars looking a little faraway.
"... at least a miracle must have happened, I think"
"Well...... yeah"
Fiona gave me a little grown-up grin when I nodded vaguely.
"This is the story."
……
I said something I'm not sure about.
I wonder what this is about.
(cont 'd)
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When Princess Run finished her questioning attack on the Irina's, she began to cling to her chambers to write it down this time.
Even though it's my own room, it's the room assigned to her at the Baron's residence.
"Isn't that good enough to work on something else?
"I wish that was as far as I could say...... Maia!
When Irina with a troubled face calls, rarely does Maia normally show up through the door.
"Explain."
"... I was surprised last time I worked continuously for about a day and a half and suddenly collapsed. I brought it to the Spirit Springs and it came back to life, but I'm still crunching it all day again."
"A whole day... er"
"About 22 hours."
"... su, that's a great concentration, huh?
Well... I sometimes lose track of time too, but it's not exactly more than 20 hours flat... I guess. I don't have that much strength.
... No, Princess Run is using her body as a soldier for once. You must be far less physically fit than I am.
"Before I got poorly healthy, I was asleep with asthma when I was impotent, that weak knight said.... verse where you don't know your limits because you're healthy, there is. Honestly, I thought you were really dead before this."
"Seriously...?
Maia is, of course, a dragon, so besides her appearance, she has plenty of means to spot her opponent's condition, such as heart sounds and body temperature. True face to face that Maia could really be dead...... yeah. You're not good at jokes like that, and you're serious.
Speaking of which, when I was studying in Wangdu, I remember a story about a senior craftsman... or a craftsman who didn't mean to be in the same door, but who was doing it personally near Thread Workshop, who suddenly died out of nowhere.
He wasn't particularly sick, but he tended to stay up all night, and he was a sensitive artisan who cared about his inspiration.
The world of craftsmen didn't interact that way with the outside of the gate, and I couldn't have been kind to him as an apprentice, so it's hearsay, but one morning when my daughter-in-law found him, he was cold holding the sword of the will.
"You can't have a craftsman dying early. In the end, we can't give it to our guests or make the next one. Create an item that meets the customer's order and earns the customer's trust, connecting it to the next job. Craftsmen deserve to repeat it. Keep spinning. It's a numb. I don't know if I could be a legend when I die, but that's a bad idea. I don't have a stepdad."
And that's what Threed Parents were preaching to our disciples as they turned bright red with booze, as usual.... I heard later that the gatekeepers were different but were the son-in-law of my parent's brother.
"For once, I'm going to take you to the Spirit Springs as soon as I have a separation... I'm not sure how far to stop it"
"... what does Fiona say?
"I'm being spilled by Angelos now."
…………
Don't do it at times like this, Angelos, but I can't even complain because it's important to train Fiona.
"Irina, say it harder. You'll be in trouble if he dies."
"... if that princess says she's okay with herself, I can't say any more. That's because I'm pretty stubborn."
I'm not in a position to give orders in my capacity, and can't I be strong or flattered?
But, um.
... Is it best if I say it in person?
I have no choice.
A visit to Princess Run's room leaves quite a few pieces of paper dry.
As soon as I write and roll or overlap these documents, they seep and backphotograph, so I'll have to dry them if I write them, but it's a little spectacular that the paper with the Southern language surprising is scattered on one side of the floor.
Thinking that only one girl wrote this down in a short period of time makes me think that's quite a feat. I can't read it though.
"Princess."
Speak up, but Princess Run, who is on her desk, is not hearing at all.
I'll try to get close behind me. Your hands aren't unconscious because they're moving.
Shall I set you up from behind? Even breathing in my ear... is dangerous. What are you thinking when you're not even a female slave? Me.
Don't let too many girls forgive you for anything waste your ideas. Reflection.
Get your mind back on it and do it again from behind.
"Princess, are you awake?
…………
I dared try rhetoric as if I suspected sleeping, but Princess Run doesn't respond. I'm even moving a crunchy feather pen.
A mouthful of empty ink kettle, which I believe has been used up, is dropped in the corner of the gobble and desk, telling the story of the spectacle of her concentration. It's not even paint, so I can't normally use it so much all at once.
... Can't you just speak up normally? It's disrespectful to be a commoner to get too familiar, and I'm not trying to be close to you as a dragon rider.
I decide to slap him on the shoulder.
"Princess."
"... Huh!? What, ah, yes!?
I finally realized.
I turn my eyes once with a slightly troublesome face, then turn back to the writing once, and review this one with a glitzy face to remove the pen.
"Oh, sorry, ahhh... I thought it was Fiona!
"... I don't mean to sound so high."
"I wasn't distracted except that they were calling me because I was focused......!
Same goes for the difference in voice, but what about being called in Northwestern but mistaken for Fiona? Is it possible?
... Well, if that's what he's saying, I guess so.
"Aren't you losing your attention? I don't know what you're writing, but that would make more mistakes."
"Yes, no, I'm rather in enough condition to write as much as I want... the"
"Maybe it's an illusion."
22 hours. Regardless of not sleeping, my head stops working so long, in a complete hunger strike.
I guess I'm not working my head enough to think I can do just about anything, rather than being more focused.
... I have to be careful because I get high during work a lot too. Not if you can't even read the work, but you're criticizing it cool.
"Let's put the pen down once today, eat the mesh and go into the hot spring. I heard you were dying once."
"And I can't believe I'm dying. I'm just trying too hard to be anaemic."
"I thought Maia was dead."
"I exaggerate..."
No, you can't. I don't understand what kind of impotence I have.
I was wondering if I was just being strong, but how much would it mean to challenge the dead line in such a weird way that I could handle it right away?
... I mean, I had some weird trust in my body when I was about this age, too. As long as you have the temper and guts, you can delude whatever you want all night long, like.
Now that the title middle-aged is approaching, I've come to understand that if I can't do it, there will be a corresponding bounce, but Princess Lan, who suddenly overcame the handle of asthma, is exactly who I was back then...... no, more than that, I guess I can't recognize what my limits are, etc.
"Anyway, if the dragon is going to do something about it, he died of writing too many diaries in his room, what a pity Fiona can't take home. If you don't take care of your body, there's no point in you being cured."
"... it's not a diary... ugh"
Pretend you can't hear me, I'll make the princess stand. I've only been writing all day and my indicative footing is flimsy, and it just looks like I've turned back on the sick and weak princess.
Supporting that shoulder, I think this is Princess Raina of Trott... you can't go wrong with Queen Raina or Queen Flair of Renfangas.
Though it's not a good idea to treat the princess too cheaply and greatly, but I'm the only one who can pull her reins now, so make an excuse for herself, and brave her impotence as an older person.
Fennel was smiling as he left the room.
"You can prepare your meal right away. Please have a drink of this Spirit Springs water."
Behind that, on a small run, a maid of the cherry blossom family was seen heading to the kitchen. I guess the well-eared girls were listening to the story.
When the princess receives the handed ceramic cup and sips it down with a slight grunt of throat, she wakes up again with a slightly flattered face.
"Oh, delicious..."
"My body must have been craving it because I didn't even drink water."
... I missed Fiona because she's too much of an arrogant kid, but I think Princess Run is a dangerous kid too. So much so that even Fiona has to be on her side like that.
Common sense and a sense of crisis are lacking in a different sense from Fiona.
Saving her, it makes me wonder if it's really okay to just leave her like this.
I don't think we should step too far in.
Night.
The princess was fed and bathed, and after putting him to bed, Fiona showed up when he was taking his time in a secret hot spring.
As usual, he seems to be getting bogged down with special training, but today he seems to have finished to the point where he can walk on his own.
"... you"
"Hey."
Fiona's words are beginning to be understood unless it's a difficult idiom or something. I can even say a quick hello from over here. It's not St. Gard's, but let's give it a break there.
"Looks like Master Lan took care of you. … thank you"
"Uh..."
Fiona says strangely as she dresses in a bathing robe without hesitation and soaks herself in the hot springs.
Fiona sighed as she rubbed her mole, unanswered because she honestly didn't expect to be thanked.
"Northwestern is fine. I'm beginning to understand Northwestern to some extent so you can understand my language."
"Oh, seriously?
"Thanks to Irina."
... Speaking of which, I thought you said something about trying to teach Fiona even on Irina's side.
Are you not as retarded as you think you are to be taught and be able to listen to it to some extent in all this time?
"What's that unexpected face? I don't even care what you say to the townspeople."
"Because I didn't seem to take seating very seriously..."
"Sh, I don't like it, but I'm not going to be sexually bent enough to take my studies less seriously!
... Right. You're always serious when it comes to serious, this guy.
Bad point though.
"... I read the myths written by Master Lan. The myth of how you saved the Elf Territory, saved the Trot, and controlled the battle of the Dragons… still halfway there."
"Well, that's what it is."
I mean, is that a myth? The royal family has nothing to do with St. Gard.
Fiona looked away. I don't like how this guy makes me look like that.
"It's the foundation for Master Lan to create a myth. Lady Lan's courage won't be worth knowing who you are or what you did to become the Lord of the Dragon."
"... well, maybe so"
Wouldn't it be easier if I made all of that a myth? Can we all share it with the faithful?
Fiona doesn't answer the question...
"Honestly, I can't say what I believe... no, it doesn't mean I don't believe in Master Lan"
"No, because what I don't believe is a normal reaction"
There are a bit of parts of me that I have to laugh off if people tell me myself.
But Fiona looks at me and the silver dragon daughters with black collars looking a little faraway.
"... at least a miracle must have happened, I think"
"Well...... yeah"
Fiona gave me a little grown-up grin when I nodded vaguely.
"This is the story."
……
I said something I'm not sure about.
I wonder what this is about.
(cont 'd)
When Princess Run finished her questioning attack on the Irina's, she began to cling to her chambers to write it down this time.Even though it's my own room, it's the room assigned to her at the Baron's residence."Isn't that good enough to work on something else? "I wish that was as far as I could say...... Maia! When Irina with a troubled face calls, rarely does Maia normally show up through the door."Explain.""... I was surprised last time I worked continuously for about a day and a half and suddenly collapsed. I brought it to the Spirit Springs and it came back to life, but I'm still crunching it all day again.""A whole day... er""About 22 hours.""... su, that's a great concentration, huh? Well... I sometimes lose track of time too, but it's not exactly more than 20 hours flat... I guess. I don't have that much strength.... No, Princess Run is using her body as a soldier for once. You must be far less physically fit than I am."Before I got poorly healthy, I was asleep with asthma when I was impotent, that weak knight said.... verse where you don't know your limits because you're healthy, there is. Honestly, I thought you were really dead before this.""Seriously...? Maia is, of course, a dragon, so besides her appearance, she has plenty of means to spot her opponent's condition, such as heart sounds and body temperature. True face to face that Maia could really be dead...... yeah. You're not good at jokes like that, and you're serious.Speaking of which, when I was studying in Wangdu, I remember a story about a senior craftsman... or a craftsman who didn't mean to be in the same door, but who was doing it personally near Thread Workshop, who suddenly died out of nowhere.He wasn't particularly sick, but he tended to stay up all night, and he was a sensitive artisan who cared about his inspiration.The world of craftsmen didn't interact that way with the outside of the gate, and I couldn't have been kind to him as an apprentice, so it's hearsay, but one morning when my daughter-in-law found him, he was cold holding the sword of the will."You can't have a craftsman dying early. In the end, we can't give it to our guests or make the next one. Create an item that meets the customer's order and earns the customer's trust, connecting it to the next job. Craftsmen deserve to repeat it. Keep spinning. It's a numb. I don't know if I could be a legend when I die, but that's a bad idea. I don't have a stepdad."And that's what Threed Parents were preaching to our disciples as they turned bright red with booze, as usual.... I heard later that the gatekeepers were different but were the son-in-law of my parent's brother."For once, I'm going to take you to the Spirit Springs as soon as I have a separation... I'm not sure how far to stop it""... what does Fiona say? "I'm being spilled by Angelos now." Don't do it at times like this, Angelos, but I can't even complain because it's important to train Fiona."Irina, say it harder. You'll be in trouble if he dies.""... if that princess says she's okay with herself, I can't say any more. That's because I'm pretty stubborn."I'm not in a position to give orders in my capacity, and can't I be strong or flattered?But, um.... Is it best if I say it in person?I have no choice.A visit to Princess Run's room leaves quite a few pieces of paper dry.As soon as I write and roll or overlap these documents, they seep and backphotograph, so I'll have to dry them if I write them, but it's a little spectacular that the paper with the Southern language surprising is scattered on one side of the floor.Thinking that only one girl wrote this down in a short period of time makes me think that's quite a feat. I can't read it though."Princess."Speak up, but Princess Run, who is on her desk, is not hearing at all.I'll try to get close behind me. Your hands aren't unconscious because they're moving.Shall I set you up from behind? Even breathing in my ear... is dangerous. What are you thinking when you're not even a female slave? Me.Don't let too many girls forgive you for anything waste your ideas. Reflection.Get your mind back on it and do it again from behind."Princess, are you awake? I dared try rhetoric as if I suspected sleeping, but Princess Run doesn't respond. I'm even moving a crunchy feather pen.A mouthful of empty ink kettle, which I believe has been used up, is dropped in the corner of the gobble and desk, telling the story of the spectacle of her concentration. It's not even paint, so I can't normally use it so much all at once.... Can't you just speak up normally? It's disrespectful to be a commoner to get too familiar, and I'm not trying to be close to you as a dragon rider.I decide to slap him on the shoulder."Princess.""... Huh!? What, ah, yes!? I finally realized.I turn my eyes once with a slightly troublesome face, then turn back to the writing once, and review this one with a glitzy face to remove the pen."Oh, sorry, ahhh... I thought it was Fiona! "... I don't mean to sound so high.""I wasn't distracted except that they were calling me because I was focused......! Same goes for the difference in voice, but what about being called in Northwestern but mistaken for Fiona? Is it possible?... Well, if that's what he's saying, I guess so."Aren't you losing your attention? I don't know what you're writing, but that would make more mistakes.""Yes, no, I'm rather in enough condition to write as much as I want... the""Maybe it's an illusion."22 hours. Regardless of not sleeping, my head stops working so long, in a complete hunger strike.I guess I'm not working my head enough to think I can do just about anything, rather than being more focused.... I have to be careful because I get high during work a lot too. Not if you can't even read the work, but you're criticizing it cool."Let's put the pen down once today, eat the mesh and go into the hot spring. I heard you were dying once.""And I can't believe I'm dying. I'm just trying too hard to be anaemic.""I thought Maia was dead.""I exaggerate..."No, you can't. I don't understand what kind of impotence I have.I was wondering if I was just being strong, but how much would it mean to challenge the dead line in such a weird way that I could handle it right away?... I mean, I had some weird trust in my body when I was about this age, too. As long as you have the temper and guts, you can delude whatever you want all night long, like.Now that the title middle-aged is approaching, I've come to understand that if I can't do it, there will be a corresponding bounce, but Princess Lan, who suddenly overcame the handle of asthma, is exactly who I was back then...... no, more than that, I guess I can't recognize what my limits are, etc."Anyway, if the dragon is going to do something about it, he died of writing too many diaries in his room, what a pity Fiona can't take home. If you don't take care of your body, there's no point in you being cured.""... it's not a diary... ugh"Pretend you can't hear me, I'll make the princess stand. I've only been writing all day and my indicative footing is flimsy, and it just looks like I've turned back on the sick and weak princess.Supporting that shoulder, I think this is Princess Raina of Trott... you can't go wrong with Queen Raina or Queen Flair of Renfangas.Though it's not a good idea to treat the princess too cheaply and greatly, but I'm the only one who can pull her reins now, so make an excuse for herself, and brave her impotence as an older person.Fennel was smiling as he left the room."You can prepare your meal right away. Please have a drink of this Spirit Springs water."Behind that, on a small run, a maid of the cherry blossom family was seen heading to the kitchen. I guess the well-eared girls were listening to the story.When the princess receives the handed ceramic cup and sips it down with a slight grunt of throat, she wakes up again with a slightly flattered face."Oh, delicious...""My body must have been craving it because I didn't even drink water."... I missed Fiona because she's too much of an arrogant kid, but I think Princess Run is a dangerous kid too. So much so that even Fiona has to be on her side like that.Common sense and a sense of crisis are lacking in a different sense from Fiona.Saving her, it makes me wonder if it's really okay to just leave her like this.I don't think we should step too far in.Night.The princess was fed and bathed, and after putting him to bed, Fiona showed up when he was taking his time in a secret hot spring.As usual, he seems to be getting bogged down with special training, but today he seems to have finished to the point where he can walk on his own."... you""Hey."Fiona's words are beginning to be understood unless it's a difficult idiom or something. I can even say a quick hello from over here. It's not St. Gard's, but let's give it a break there."Looks like Master Lan took care of you. thank you""Uh..."Fiona says strangely as she dresses in a bathing robe without hesitation and soaks herself in the hot springs.Fiona sighed as she rubbed her mole, unanswered because she honestly didn't expect to be thanked."Northwestern is fine. I'm beginning to understand Northwestern to some extent so you can understand my language.""Oh, seriously? "Thanks to Irina."... Speaking of which, I thought you said something about trying to teach Fiona even on Irina's side.Are you not as retarded as you think you are to be taught and be able to listen to it to some extent in all this time?"What's that unexpected face? I don't even care what you say to the townspeople.""Because I didn't seem to take seating very seriously...""Sh, I don't like it, but I'm not going to be sexually bent enough to take my studies less seriously! ... Right. You're always serious when it comes to serious, this guy.Bad point though."... I read the myths written by Master Lan. The myth of how you saved the Elf Territory, saved the Trot, and controlled the battle of the Dragons still halfway there.""Well, that's what it is."I mean, is that a myth? The royal family has nothing to do with St. Gard.Fiona looked away. I don't like how this guy makes me look like that."It's the foundation for Master Lan to create a myth. Lady Lan's courage won't be worth knowing who you are or what you did to become the Lord of the Dragon.""... well, maybe so"Wouldn't it be easier if I made all of that a myth? Can we all share it with the faithful?Fiona doesn't answer the question..."Honestly, I can't say what I believe... no, it doesn't mean I don't believe in Master Lan""No, because what I don't believe is a normal reaction"There are a bit of parts of me that I have to laugh off if people tell me myself.But Fiona looks at me and the silver dragon daughters with black collars looking a little faraway."... at least a miracle must have happened, I think""Well...... yeah"Fiona gave me a little grown-up grin when I nodded vaguely."This is the story." I said something I'm not sure about.I wonder what this is about.cont 'd
