Chapter 31

Harnia smiled, holding the lace-woven flower imbued with the blessing of fire.

The current king, Amnart, kissed the flower that was offered to him.

Though not exactly the same as his spirit, he inserted it into the clasp of his cloak, decorating it with the flower in the same way.

When Amnart first met her, her expression was lifeless.

Honestly, it reminded him of his mother, who had entrusted everything to the old nurse, which made him feel sick.

The old nurse, with her glaring eyes, grabbed the young Amnart's arm and pulled him towards her emotionless mother, only to be slapped away by the guard.

"What are you doing to His Highness Amnart!"

It was only natural.

In this country, only his father was allowed to touch Amnart without permission, as he was the heir.

He wasn't particularly important, and the probability of him becoming king was low.

This was because his father was young and excellent.

By the time his father retired, Amnart's children would be of the age to become the heir to the throne, everyone thought.

Including Amnart himself.

But because of this, his body must be protected.

It was impossible for the king to visit his mother again.

What was most striking was that his mother, who should have been the first to reprimand the old nurse, was casually looking at her nails, as if the old nurse's ranting didn't matter.

The disappointment at that moment ended Amnart's childhood.

In a sense, his mother was a negative role model.

People who are swayed by others and lack will are very disgusting and pitiful.

Recalling his mother, his first impression of her was not good.

"Who are you?"

"We are friends of Fluk Ian, and we have come to see him."

At that moment, as she regained her vitality, the recognition of her being similar to his mother was erased.

Like a blooming flower, her pale cheeks regained color, and hope returned to her eyes.

It was a beautiful transformation that erased her first impression.

Amnart realized that a person's beauty is determined more by their expression than by their appearance.

"......Are you my brother's friends?"

"Yes, I am Carostila Rodan, and he is—"

"Romeo Am."

Amnart, who was incognito, naturally used a pseudonym.

Wearing a servant's clothes that didn't fit, she returned a proper bow despite her young age.

"I am Fluk Harnia. Welcome, my brother is—"

Harnia looked up at the upper part of the mansion.

Ian had been imprisoned and watched over because of his beauty, forced to submit.

"It's okay. We know, we've come to save Ian."

He didn't want to see the cloud of despair return to her face, which had just regained its vitality.

Looking back, the possibility might have already been born.

The possibility of falling in love with her.

After rescuing the imprisoned Ian,

Ian went straight to his father.

In the same dazed state, he slapped his father, who had been a puppet to those around him, to bring him to his senses (Ian, though gentle and timid, was a master of martial arts......if his sister Harnia hadn't been taken hostage, he would have sunk the 'relatives' and his mother into the ground himself).

Harnia, seeing that her seemingly delicate brother could knock out even a very sturdy dwarf with one blow, started learning martial arts so she wouldn't be a burden.

She became a bit more dignified, but he found that aspect of her appealing.

Amnart and Harnia became good friends.

Despite their bad first impression,

she became his first younger friend,

and he thought of her as a cute little sister.

He watched as his new stepmother went mad with jealousy.

The prospect of having to produce a child with a woman who had the evil eye was terrifying and hollow.

People who can see spirits tend to grow up to be kind and gentle.

Interacting with spirits naturally makes one kind to small and young things.

However, Amnart's birth mother and stepmother were exceptions. But as there were few women with the evil eye at the time, his father had no choice.

However,

at one of the shelters, the Fluk family,

when he realized that Harnia could see spirits, he felt a mix of hope and fear......if his jealous stepmother found out about her existence, her life would be in danger, and she could become a candidate for his young father's next wife......he realized that he didn't want anyone to harm her or take her away.

He realized that he liked her very much, and that she liked him, not as a brother, but as someone she cared for.

"I, Romestometro Amnart, declare that I will marry the Flame Maiden Fluk Harnia!!"

As he declared, holding her in his arms, the flower swayed and spread like fire, settling and stabilizing as small flowers and buds on the vine pattern at the edge of his cloak.

With her dress and the current phenomenon, it was already a sufficient debut, he chuckled.

"And that arm has been sufficiently proven, I, King Romestometro Amnart, appoint the new head of the Nier family, Nier Yui, and declare the marriage of the former king Romestometro Arjitt!"