Chapter 18

While the rice was prepared as a kind of baby food, by the time she finished eating, she was drowsy.

"It's not that she's out of magic power, is it?"

"Rather, it's probably that she's out of physical strength."

The conversation between Lord Arjitt and Lord Rodan also reached her ears, but it felt distant.

But, the sewing, it’s not finished yet...

She slumped onto the table with a thud and fell asleep. Arjitt smiled wryly at the girl who looked like a sugar candy, with a rather mystical appearance.

Although they had only interacted for a few hours, he understood that her personality was far from her appearance.

She, a fifteen-year-old girl, had no trace of romantic longing.

This, if left unchecked, would be toxic.

Arjitt understood why Rodan brought up this matter.

Her rare, ancestor-level sewing ability. The way she was adored by many spirits and received various blessings. And her beauty, like the embodiment of a spirit.

Even if she looked young, or rather because she looked young, she would likely attract the attention of perverted nobles.

To protect her soul as a seamstress, she needed the protection of someone with the highest authority who would not involve her in political schemes... That was what Rodan must have thought.

When Arjitt heard this story, he thought the girl must have developed feelings for Rodan.

It was a natural progression to fall in love with a handsome young man who saved her from a life of abuse.

However, Yui said,

"She is a certain kind of genius. What she cares about is whether she can continue her sewing as she pleases..."

"At this young age, to have the skills of a first-class seamstress, it's no wonder."

She is a craftsman at heart.

For the former king Arjitt, this was favorable.

The impression of his first queen, the mother of the current king Amnart, was faint.

Arjitt was a late-born prince, becoming king at the age of twelve. Even though the royal family was blessed by spirits, most were no different from ordinary people.

They could not escape aging and illness.

At the time, she was the only one of the right age to bear children and possessed a magic eye, which matched the young Arjitt.

Two years older than him, her catchphrase was "nanny," and she had abandoned all thought, leaving everything to the nanny. He had no memory of having a proper conversation with her.

The nanny was a domineering old woman who sought luxury for the princess and harmed those who served her.

In a sense, it was pitiful that the queen was raised by such a person from infancy.

Her greatest achievement was conceiving Amnart during the first night ceremony. And it was also fortunate that she passed away young.

The prince, taken from the queen and the nanny, was entrusted to trusted people, but the old guard was noisy and tiresome. The queen herself had little interest in anything, and her one meeting with the young Amnart, who idolized his mother, was enough to disillusion and disappoint him... Honestly, if there had been other suitable candidates, he would never have chosen her.

The second queen was a rare magic eye holder from a neighboring country, who had been oppressed.

At first, she was a quiet woman with lifeless eyes.

The marriage was forced upon her by the neighboring country.

The tragedy began when she fell in love with Arjitt, her husband, and twisted that love into dependency.

She became jealous of every woman involved with Arjitt and fell into madness.

Even the spirits were not exempt from her jealousy.

By the time he realized, she had become a curse spirit master, harming the spirits and injuring the sacred spirit that was the country's guardian. The peace agreement with the neighboring country was permanently frozen.

In the end, she was exiled as a criminal, and Arjitt stepped down from the throne to take responsibility.

Despite his repeated warnings that he did not favor people who chose to harm others over improving themselves, she was driven mad by love and did not listen.

Throughout his life, Arjitt had never felt romantic love.

The two queens had left him disillusioned.

However,

This girl, whose circumstances were as pitiful as those of the two queens, had a craftsman's spirit that he admired.

"There are girls like this, too."

"She just fell asleep, so do you have a dedicated maid to serve her as a wife? I want to have her examined by the family doctor to understand her current state of weakness, recovery, and any precautions needed in her daily life, so I would like to have her present."

"Ah..."

Arjitt looked up to the sky.

"I did bring a candidate... but she might be a bit dangerous."