Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

The young king was a wise man as expected, and Mielle, who had relaxed a little and was confident, told the Crown Prince's secret.

"It's the ability to suddenly appear and hide as if he's moving freely through space."

He narrowed his eyes at Mielle's accusation. A special ability. He could move through space freely. He seemed to reflect on what Mielle said. Lohan's expression that had been interesting just before had been gone somewhere, and he was thoughtful with a very serious expression. At his suddenly changed attitude, Mielle touched her fingers and waited nervously for his response.

"Well, I don't understand what you mean. Even though he's the Crown Prince of the empire, is that possible?"

Lohan's face was full of questions, but it was not the same tone of reprimand or convulsion as the others, and it was purely a question of whether it was possible.

Mielle raised her voice and put her strength into her words. "I saw it myself!"

"You saw it yourself? The Crown Prince of the empire moving through space?... Where did you see it?"

"Well... at the mansion of Count Roscent of the empire. When I worked there for a while, I saw it... when the Count fell down the stairs. I saw him suddenly appear and disappear, like a mirage."

'What is the easy word to persuade as to the truth mixed with lies?'

Lohan replied while raising his eyebrows as she allegedly mentioned the case.

"At the mansion of Count Roscent…? Alas, you are talking about the terrible incident that her own daughter tried to kill her own father, the Count."

Mielle's case of pushing the Count down the stairs seemed to have spread beyond the empire to Croa. But the words "Aria pushed the Count" did not seem to have spread, and Mielle tried to cover up her rage that was rising again and corrected him.

"... So was the verdict, but I saw it. Lady Aria really pushed the Count and then the Crown Prince appeared, and they disappeared like smoke. It's true!"

He raised the corners of his mouth and laughed at her offended look. She was not sure what it meant, so Mielle persuaded him again.

"I know you can't believe it because I'm still having a hard time believing it myself... Poor Miss Mielle. But if I discuss lies, I'll have a strict punishment, and I don't need to say lies. I hope you will understand my desire to confess and help you a little."

Mielle's words, which even called herself poor, had some point unless she was mad, she would not claim to the king of a country that the Crown Prince had a special ability. If she was wrong, she could lose her head.

Of course, she was the maid Isis brought, and he could not have killed her so simply, but she could have been strictly punished, as Mielle had said. For example, her tongue would be cut off.

But the wiser Lohan did not make such a cruel decision; instead, he asked the person who had given him important information for a long time.

"Yes, I think it makes sense, but what do you think? Vika."

She looked around, embarrassed by the sudden call of another man's name, and she noticed a man sitting on a sofa at a corner she had not looked at before.

'Layers Vika…?'

He was a nobleman of the empire who had occasionally advised Isis, and Mielle knew him well. As she had been hiding her identity and pretending to be a maid, her twitching nose reflected her nervousness and the cold sweat on her forehead.

Vika, who confirmed this, smiled strangely at the welcome face he had met for a long time. "I think it makes sense. I remember that His Highness the Crown Prince moved through areas strangely fast, and he was quite quick in that case, too. I couldn't think of moving with the aristocratic lady."

Luckily, Vika was going to pretend he didn't know Mielle.

"And I don't think it's too bad to overestimate him for his special ability even if she's lying."

At Vika's strong supporting statements, Lohan nodded. Rather than underestimating and neglecting, as he said, there would be nothing to lose from overestimating and preparing thoroughly.

"All right, so I can believe what Vika says too, and I'll trust you."

Her legs were shaking at the satisfaction of his expression and answer because she was so nervous apart from the conviction that he would believe it. Lohan helped her as she didn't know when he had gotten up, and so his broad, hard chest touched the side of her face.

"Your, Your Majesty…"

"I'd like to have lunch with the benefactor who gave me valuable information, but do you have a schedule?"

His eyes and hair were shining, and she felt sweet, and he was beautiful enough to make Mielle's white, immaculate face red.

"I, I…"

'I have Oscar, and he is the man who will be Isis's husband.' She had never felt this way about another man except for Oscar, and when she stuttered, Vika answered on her behalf.

"She's a maid moving with Isis, and of course there's no particular schedule and Your Majesty, may I join you at your meal?"

"You ask me a matter of course."

She thought it was a story for two to eat, and she was overly nervous, but eventually, Isis also joined the lunch, and the four of them ate lunch. In the meal that followed, Isis, who had had no doubt that Mielle would be punished, stared at Mielle across the room, unbelieving.

"Your maid is very clever."

He seemed to have believed that the Crown Prince was moving through space and even praised her. He was quite cool and rational as she recalled from the written conversations with him. He was never a man to be convinced of the absurd delusion of a young girl. It was hard for Isis to understand what was happening.

"… Thank you." Isis was wary of him and answered. Although it was a very elaborate luncheon, she did not feel the taste of the food.

"I like your eyes, too. Those are the eyes of the one who is ambitious, so I want to talk to you a little more."

Mielle blushed and lowered her head. Lohan asked her, smiling as if she was cute.

"I would like to take her as my maid if Lady Isis will allow me."

He was even speaking out a word that was genuine or false and was being friendly to Mielle, who was blushing, unable to figure out who she was now. And Vika, who had arrived earlier than scheduled, was also friendly to Mielle.

Isis looked at Vika, not sure what was going on, but he shrugged and turned the topic away. Isis wondered how he had interpreted her gaze.

"Mr. Lohan, I think it's best to discuss the national marriage as Ms. Isis arrived in Croa."

"National marriage?"

Lohan suddenly asked back, at the words "national marriage." It was as if he had never heard of it before, and Isis's face was hard as stone.

"… Yes? Ah, yes. You decided to marry Isis, right?"

Vika also asked back as if he was in trouble. And then, understanding what Vika meant, Lohan stopped his meal and said, mockingly,

"Oh, that's what you said. So did Miss Isis visit Croa for nothing? I think you're mistaken, but it was a reward with the premise that if you take the Empire, and I'm not going to do it without proving your value. I'm sure I must have notified you in writing."

'What is that...? Shouldn't we have a national marriage and attack the empire?' Isis, who had been so embarrassed that she forgot to blink, looked at Lohan with a pale face. However, Lohan began eating again as if he had said something unscrupulous.

"Oh… did you? I didn't know that far. Now I understand you have exchanged those words. I'm sure it's better to do it."

"Mr. Vika...?"

And even Vika, who was sure to know all about what had happened, took his side.

'I started this asking his advice, and what the hell is this?' Isis's eyes wandered as if she had suddenly been thrown into the middle of a storm.

Vika laughed and added a word for Isis. "The empire will soon fall into your hands as the preparations are perfect, Miss Isis."

"… I suppose so…"

Isis's mind was in a hurry. Her hands trembled, and the idea of attacking the empire as soon as possible to establish her position dominated her mind. There was a smile on the faces of Lohan and Vika as they watched her.

"Then our preparations are all done, so we'd better start right away, wouldn't we? Lady Isis?"