Chapter 8

Closing the fan, she slapped it against her palm, producing a pleasant sound.

The color of the prince's hair gradually changed... no, the color of his eyes and his expression were also slightly changing.

At the same time, the queen's complexion worsened.

"Someone, give the prince a mirror."

One of the guards, who made eye contact with the Duchess Sylvie Wilhelms, hurriedly handed a mirror to the prince. The prince's attendants were frozen, not knowing what had happened. The baron's daughter, still sitting, opened her mouth in shock.

"What is this, what have you done to me!"

"I haven't done anything. To be precise, I stopped doing something. Do you know about illusion magic, Your Highness?"

"...I don't know... what, why, it's a lie."

The prince's words were no longer coherent.

"When I first met you, Your Highness, your hair was not the royal family's distinctive shimmering gold, but rather a gold closer to yellow. Your eyes were not a clear blue but had a purple tint. For example, like... the former butler's apprentice of the queen's family."

The king's eyes, as he looked at the queen, were as if they could kill. The queen was trembling with fear.

"Well, I didn't want to be involved in unnecessary conflicts if I were to become queen, so I gradually adjusted the prince's appearance to resemble the king's, little by little. It takes quite a bit of magic to maintain the illusion without anyone noticing. Well, in my case, it's more like holy power. But as I grew older, my power increased... especially now, I'm fine, yes, there's no need to worry."

It is well known that the king dotes on his son, who looks just like him.

"The queen, like the baron's daughter, possesses a spirit of universal love. It happened naturally, you see. Hehehe."

The queen and the baron's daughter's faces twisted at the words "spirit of universal love."

Everyone wanted to leave but couldn't move their feet. The fear was overwhelming, and no one wanted to stand out. I, too, didn't want to be the first to move.

"People are terrified when the usual becomes unusual. The greater the possession, the greater the sense of loss when it is lost. Because I had the power to give and take, I acted recklessly and caused such harassment. I ask the king, my achievements were never recognized. That's fine, but who do you think created the reason for me, the future princess and the great saint, to be disrespected and treated poorly by everyone?"

The hall fell silent. The duchess's daughter flicked her dress again. Ah, she's going to do a final curtsy.

"Hehe, the answer is among you. I will take my leave now. If you have any questions in the future, the answers are written in that booklet. This is the end of me in this country, and the beginning of your end. Good day."

The duchess's daughter curtsied and left.