《The Name of the Youngest Princess》 Chapter 1 1. The Empire of Samuel. The only place with four separate seasons was Samuel Le¡¯s Empire, which was considered to be the most intimidating empire to other nations and the most peaceful haven for its people. In the present Samuel Empire¡¯s system, two famous persons could be identified simply by their names. Emperor Roshan Samuel, known as the cruelest and most merciless tyrant of all time. He was the only emperor among the succeeding emperors who did not have a middle name and did not give a middle name to the princes. In general, the lack of a middle name for the imperial line means that the history is small, but the Samuel Empire had a unique background. The Samuel Empire, which has a history of almost 1300 years, was devastated at the start of its foundation due to drought and unnamed imperial lineages, but it improved dramatically with the arrival of the 5th emperor and eventually began to sall the The sun, which was scorching hot, was gradually enveloped by clouds, and a fresh wind cooled the scorching land. In addition, as the sunset and the moon rose, the flames rising from the gaps in the cracked soil destroyed all of the unidentified monsters who t Plant growth was the first slope to appear in the empire, which was steadily gaining stabilit Because it was hard for plants to grow on barren land due to insufficient rainfall, the Empire¡¯s people were unable to gather necessary materials. Although they could receive ingredients from merchants who came in on occasion, it was difficult for the impoverished people of the imperial people, who risked their lives to make money by traveling from one region to another, to purchase sufficient ingredients with such a small amount of money. They finally had a chance to farm, and the 5th emperor took advantage of the situation by distributing a modest number of seedlings to the people of the empire. All of this was made possible by the spirit, who made a contract with the royal family of Samuel. In reality, a spirit is a being who is also known as a god¡¯s deputy. To protect the humans from whom God cannot descend from the divine realm, he granted the will of God to the spirits born in nature, allowing them to enter into contracts with humanity. The spirits were split into four classes: king, upper class, middle class, and lower class, and the more people God loved, the more they could sign a contract with a higher class spirit. The successive Samuel royal family did not receive much affection from the gods, so they signed a contract with a low-ranking spirit, or the empire was destroyed by many royal families who were unable to form a contract with a spirit at all, but all changed because of the 5th emperor. When the 5th emperor and his princes were born, the devastated region began to change gradually, and the people of the empire praised the emperor and prince as if they were gods. A second slope arose in the empire that saw the light in this way. Until recently, only three princes were born in Samuel¡¯s royal castle, and no princesses were ever born. The 5th emperor also had two princes, and it was expected that another prince would be born from the pregnant empress later. The seedlings buried in the ruined land did not disappear, but they grew slowly and rotted people¡¯s heads. The people of the Empire began to refer to the princess as a saint from that point forward. It¡¯s not as if the present 21st emperor of the Samuel Empire, which has a long history, didn¡¯t have a middle name from the start. The present emperor ascended to the throne by directly killing the former emperor and biological father, and the current emperor, who rose by treading on his father, who had killed him with his own hands, began to conquer other countries around him. Was expanded to take up half of the map If such an emperor was the most renowned, the next most famous person was a commoner. Harvey. She was the most popular woman on the island, and she was renowned for her captivating dance. Her lovely pink hair and matching pink eyes were reminiscent of her cherry blossoms, and it would be an exaggeration to claim that all the men who saw her fell in love with her. She desired her from renowned noble families to emperors of other countries, and the person she chose was the present emperor of the Samuel Empire. *** The first person she met in the pitch-black darkness was a woman with bright, rich pink flowing hair that contrasted with the darkness. When she stared at me, those round, somewhat droopy eyes shined brightly. I¡¯ll never forget how she smiled brightly and brightly when I met her eyes with a delighted smile. ¡°Hello, baby. Mom¡¯s here.¡± I couldn¡¯t understand what she was saying to me. She kissed my cheek as she reacted to the warmth of that voice by lightly clasping her hand and opening it. It was so black that she couldn¡¯t tell if she had her eyes closed or not, except when the maids came in and turned on the lights. My mother always looked after me, even when it was dark. She often didn¡¯t know what she was saying [even when she didn¡¯t react, glanced to see if I was all right, and caressed her head with a warm touch. The soothing words and gentle touch lulled me to sleep, and when I closed and opened my eyes, I saw my mother dozing off at a table in the distance. She clapped her hands as hard as she could to awaken her mother, feeling sorry for her mother¡¯s nodding in an awkward position. She seemed puzzled for a time, then grinned as brightly as when we first met. ¡°Did you wake up my pretty baby because you were bored?¡± It was also something I didn¡¯t understand, but it looked good and I was relieved, so every time I called my mother, I clapped as hard as I could. She would tell me she was going to teach me something and then bring me a picture and show it to me. However, my mother, who was always happy and beautiful, began to act strangely one day. She sat in the corner of her room, a dark expression on her face instead of her usual smile, and cried miserably. When I saw her mother like that, I clapped my hands and called her, but she only cried and didn¡¯t look at me. She then on to talk that she suddenly grabbed her head and yelled while eating and throwing the dishes on her table. My mother, who did not look after me, gradually came into the room less frequently. One day, two days, four days, seven days¡­ All the maids that came to look after me instead of my mother had gloomy expressions on their faces, and Jang, the maid who served her mother, displayed exhaustion and resignation. When even the maid left my mother¡¯s side, my mother went insane. She inflicted her anger on the maid, who looked after her well, and when her maid ran in terror, her arrows were directed at her to me. She was so sick, difficult, and pained that she couldn¡¯t put it into words, and she desperately wanted to die. But in the back of my mind, I chose to let go of my wish to die and accept it, fervently hoping that my mother would smile and look at me tomorrow with a beautiful smile. I attempted to get used to the pain by falling off the bed while no one was in the room, but the more I did it, the worse it got. I don¡¯t want to be affected by anything. I¡¯m not interested in seeing anything. I prayed tirelessly in the sleep surrounded by endless darkness, and when I woke, all I saw was a black world. At first, I assumed it was late at night or early in the morning because there was no one there and the lights were turned out. When I finally got up and sat down and looked around the room, it was an ordinary room with no windows and only walls surrounding by walls. There was only the bed where I slept and the table where my mother used to eat in the lonely room with nothing, and the light of the room was lit by a chandelier when mother or maid came in. Soon after, there was a sound as if someone had entered and the door had been opened. I expected the room to become brighter, but it didn¡¯t, and I assumed the pain would resume. However, I didn¡¯t feel any pain, as if to repay what I had worked so hard to become numb to up until this point. I became aware that my eyes could no longer be seen, and the idea of time vanished. Following that, a similar daily routine was repeated, but because I was no longer in pain, the number of times rose day by day, and the maids began to resemble that mother. At first, the maids¡¯ actions were straightforward. But when I didn¡¯t respond, they became more and more random. She smiled as she ate strange food that she didn¡¯t recognize and dragged me away before I could finish it. The only time I felt at ease in the room full of the fishy smell of iron was when everyone left and went to bed when it was silent. Tomorrow, if I go into my dream expecting my mother to smile beautifully once more, I will be tormented by other people. It was identical to what my mother and maids did, but unlike reality, the persons who hit me in my nightmares were all my age. I said they were my age, but based on the similarities in my eyes, I assumed they were. In reality, I was pain-free, yet it pained in my nightmares no matter what. I couldn¡¯t even resist in the dream, so I yelled and screamed, and even though I was in the dream, I was able to return to reality when I went insane. As I finally regained my composure from the outside noisy environment today, a distinct aura filled the place. There was a time when the maids who came into my room shortly after I was born called to me as an illegitimate child and made a lot of noise. My mother was previously known as the goddess of dancers, and she fell in love at first sight with my father, and I recall hearing stories about her seducing him to become Empress. There were times when the maids were loud like this, moments when my mother attacked me for a long time, and times when I was very loud about what I lacked and often threw things¡­ A strange scream came from outside the room, not from my throat, and there was a terrible and sharp sound that was equal to the sound of a glass breaking from the chamber that I had ever heard. At first, I thought it was the sound of my mother screaming. I dismissed it as insignificant because maids bother me far too frequently, but as I continued to listen, the sound I heard now was not at the level that I remembered my mother¡¯s fragile body could make. Mother¡¯s voice could not be heard above the din of yelling, screams of pain, and demands for help. I could only hear the servants¡¯ whispers, and then I heard the door gently open. The sound of approaching footsteps was so faint that it couldn¡¯t be heard without close attention, and the irregular breathing was filled with embarrassment and anxiety. Then he got closer and shivered violently as he wrapped what appeared to be a blanket around me, and I heard a familiar voice. ¡°Be quiet and shut up.¡± My mother began to run with her heavy breathing at the end of her piercing speech, trembling frantically. Chapter 2 (Lucia¡¯s POV) She collapsed, panting as if out of breath, whether exhausted or stuck in something, and grasped my body, which had been thrown in the strong recoil, and raced constantly. ¡°Why why why¡­? Why do I have to be this way?¡± My mother, who was shouting into the air as she ran, dropped me on the muddy floor and called out to me from afar. ¡°Mom is going somewhere else for a while, so you have to stay quiet here,¡± she explained. Where are you going to leave me? There were many things I wanted to ask, but I couldn¡¯t say the words I had never learned before, and the sound of my mother¡¯s footsteps was getting farther and farther away. As the sound of her mother¡¯s footsteps faded, there were too many other footsteps and a heavy rattling sound to count. All. The sound of the lightest of the footsteps reached her ears, and the owner of the footsteps heard a heavy sigh. There was also the sorrowful sound of my mother weeping fiercely in the heavy sigh, but the sigh was so loud that it was swiftly covered. ¡°¡­ Tiny.¡± The owner of the footsteps spoke in a fascinating tone that was a mix of sharpness and tenderness, complementing the chilly scent she had smelled for the first time. A chilly smell approached me as I blinked, my hidden eyes wide at the voice that didn¡¯t match the heavy sigh I heard earlier. The sensation of something as cold as the cool fragrance touching my face twitched, as did the stroking itself. ¡®Hand? Something big and round tickled my cheeks, giving the impression that my hand would fit, but it was too rough to be termed a hand. Why are you massaging your hands if they fit?¡¯ ¡°You¡¯re a bleeding mess.¡± At the end of those sentences, the mysterious man with the thick, low-pitched voice hugged me. His hands smelled cold, yet the arms he was holding were warm, as if asleep. ¡°Your Majesty, I will acknowledge you.¡± ¡°Finished. What became of Harvey?¡± ¡°Yes. We found them escaping and captured them, and we are now transporting them to the castle.¡± When he heard her mother¡¯s name, he sighed once again and went away. As I struggled along, I heard one or two droplets of rainfall, but the raindrops did not reach me. Only the sound of rain and footsteps could be heard in the darkness, but even the rain eventually grew silent. He appeared to have entered the room because she did not hear the squeaking of footsteps. ¡®Warm¡­¡¯ I moved my fingers drowsily as the warm warmth dissolved the chilly flesh. The man who was carrying me stopped walking as I tried to move to wake up my tired body. Confused, I hardened my body and heard his voice again, moving his feet slowly, as opposed to earlier. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if it made you feel uneasy. But wait until you¡¯ve washed and warmed up.¡± He nodded and silently embraced him, perhaps possessed by the gentle voice, when she heard a tiny sigh again. In that short sigh, there was also faint laughter, but he pretended not to hear it, claimed not to know, and was silently held. I heard the door twice, and when he let me down, I heard rain again, and I walked on what was supposed to be a blanket, which held me up. p. What? He carefully removed my clothes just as my mind was going to flood with question marks, and I heard a deep breath. My stomach churned for a time because it was full of heated air. Knowing how I was feeling, he rubbed my back and chatted to me. ¡°I apologize if I startled you. Your body is splattered with blood, and I want to cleanse it and heal you. Will you let it happen?¡± I nodded as though possessed by the nice voice. As the warm water enveloped my body, I felt good. Warm¡­ The sound of water could be heard as he floundered her hand. I felt better after hearing the sound of the visitation room. Maybe throw me in the bathtub¡­ Why are you being so sweet to me? As a result of my serious thoughts, I questioned if he was kind to anyone. As a result, her mother must have fallen for it. ¡°Isn¡¯t it hot?¡± He spoke again after a little pause. He pretended he hadn¡¯t heard and fumbled his hand once more, his attention drawn to the sound of the water. Without saying anything, he wiped the blood from my body. While wiping, I could hear the sound of my deep breathing, but I pretended not to hear it. After a relaxing bath, he hugged me, carried me, changed my clothing, lightly patted my hair, instructed me to wait, and then I heard a doorbell ring. Where did you go? Did you not hear footsteps? He got up and grabbed something soft while fidgeting with his damp hair and pondering what to do with this situation. Soft, tickling sensation. I slid and struggled around to check my position, but nothing registered for a brief moment. At the same time, I felt as though blood was collecting in my head, and then I heard rapid footsteps and hard breathing, and then I was enveloped in something. Stiff, I quickly recognized it when I reached out to see what it was. ¡°Is it okay?¡± A low-pitched, deep voice. I felt as if his arms were around me, yet I was only trembling quietly. He came after I softly massaged what was meant to be his arm, and held me even harder. ¡°I apologize for leaving you alone. Because there are no medical supplies in my room, I had to go out and buy them.¡± Room? Medical supplies? To help me heal my wounds? Why? My head was full of question marks and felt like it was about to explode, yet something wrapped around my head, whether he knew my heart or not¡­ ¡°How do You get a scar on such a little body¡­?¡± It was a cold voice, unlike the kindness-filled voice that had been repeated over and over. He set me down somewhere, and I closed my eyes while the warm wind blew. In a good mood. But this hand touching my hair will soon come to an end¡­ What will happen to me then? With this sense of unease and the unknown tickling my heart, I silently left my body, and the wind stopped immediately. It had been painted. It tickled, and I could hear a little sigh every time I flinched. He sat me down and wrapped something around me. It felt lovely to touch you since it was soft and warm. ¡°Don¡¯t call the maid if people aren¡¯t uncomfortable; I¡¯ve got to see you for a while, so I¡¯ll have to go.¡± He took a long breath and softly massaged my abdomen as I shuddered at the remarks about serving her maid. Then I heard quick footsteps and repeated knocks on something. ¡°Noisy. Come in.¡± ¡®The voice can kill anyone.¡¯ As I listened to his voice, I heard the voice of a desperate man with the sound of a door being opened. ¡°Your Majesty! Harvey has escaped!¡± A strong voice¡­ The hand that was softly stroking my abdomen seemed to come to a halt at the sound of the loud voice, then resumed its movement. A cold tone was heard, which contrasted with the kind touch. ¡°I was obviously on the way to the castle, so I was informed.¡± What occurred Between the thuds and irregular breathing, a shaky voice was heard after his harsh words were ended. ¡°Lord, I have sinned to death.¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± I was greatly embarrassed by this, and as I clenched my fists so tight that blood stopped flowing, a hand grabbed my two hands and stretched them out, one finger at a time. She felt awkward and quiet till he stretched out all ten fingers, but she liked his soft touch so much that she quietly accepted it. I felt a little more secure, and I enjoyed the sensation of something covering me, so I fiddled with it till something else touched my fingertips. What? I was startled awake by the gentle and odd sensation, and as I proceeded to stroke it, I heard a faint laugh. ¡°Do you like them?¡± A voice tinged with warmth and kindness, different from the cold voice he gave to someone who had just come in. ¡°They tell me to make a doll out of that material next time.¡± ¡®Doll? Why? What the hell is this so much softer than that?¡¯ If you apply force, it will go in. It was amazing to come back up again after losing the strength. ¡°I believe my bed is a little too high for you.¡± What is the Emperor¡¯s bed? ¡°Are you not hungry? Let¡¯s have a meal soon.¡± Meal? Are you going to give me something to eat? He moved to hold me when I nodded slightly. She didn¡¯t realize it when she was embraced by what she thought was a blanket, but now when he¡¯s hugging her, the hugging position is awkward. Her legs were dangling with nowhere to lean, so he gathered his power and hugged her, whispering to him to be at peace, but she must be able to. It¡¯s not only about kicking his ass! She had been held so anxiously for such a long time, and with the sound of the door opening, a smell she had never smelled before reached her nose. What does it smell like? I¡¯ve only ever smelled musty and rusty scents. What words would you use to describe this scent? My stomach is tingling¡­ When I heard something dragging on the floor, I leaned against something hard. When I turned around and touched it, it reminded me of the emperor¡¯s body. I doubt I¡¯ll ever be able to sit on the Emperor¡¯s lap¡­ ¡°Your Majesty, I will eat the Princess¡¯s meal¡­¡­¡± ¡°Okay. Stay away until I call.¡± The woman¡¯s voice trembled. There was the sound of irregular footsteps and then the sound of the door closing With a rustle, he rubbed my head. ¡°Open your mouth.¡± When something came into my mouth and I chewed it lightly, I could feel the indescribable taste. How can food be so soft and warm? It felt good to put something soft and mushy in my mouth. She could hear his low laugh as she swallowed, but it didn¡¯t matter. I¡¯d like to give this a try. Perhaps she knew my heart, for he groaned again when he put food in my mouth. ¡°Is it delicious?¡± He stroked my hair again as I moved my head, not knowing what the word ¡®delicious¡¯ meant. ¡°What you¡¯re feeling right now is that it¡¯s delicious. Chew it thoroughly.¡± ¡°¡­. This¡­ ¡° I¡¯m not sure whether the pronunciation is correct, but I was curious about what I was eating¡­ ¡°This, uh¡­?¡± ¡°¡­ This is a soup made with scallops, broccoli, carrots, zucchini, and onions.¡± His voice trembled slightly with affection, but she pretended not to notice. This is soup¡­ Come to think of it, what I always ate¡­? The food the ladies served me twice a day was cold and tasteless. At moments, I thought my tongue would go numb, but what I¡¯m eating now is warm and delicious, unlike anything I¡¯ve ever eaten. He opened his mouth again after a short break from eating. ¡°By the way, you still haven¡¯t greeted me.¡± He grabbed me and put me somewhere. A rustling sound was heard, followed by his voice standing in front of him¡­ ¡°My name is Roshan Samuel. Samuel Le is the Imperial Palace¡¯s 21 emperor and your father.¡± I think I heard the servant speaking. She claimed that the Share Empire declared war on our empire without hesitation and that the Samuel Empire would win completely. Chapter 3 (Lucia¡¯s POV) I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve heard this in a long time¡­ Do you have to do it a dozen times before you go to bed? Because my eyes couldn¡¯t see anything, I had no idea of time. If it is cold, morning, evening, and dawn. It¡¯s daytime if it¡¯s warm. ¡°And your name is Lucia Samuel Leranda.¡± ¡®Lucia? No. My name is¡­¡¯ ¡°I¡¯m not sure how you were called to before, but let¡¯s start over.¡± ¡®Start over?¡¯ ¡°I¡¯ll do everything I will to make sure you don¡¯t have to suffer any longer.¡± ¡®Not to suffer?¡¯ ¡°So.¡± It was a lie. I cannot believe it. ¡°Will you accept me as your family?¡± ¡®My family would kill me.¡¯ ¡°When you¡¯re feeling a little more stable, I¡¯ll introduce you to your brothers.¡± I have no idea what he¡¯s on about right now. I¡¯m being killed by my family. In both my dreams and in real life, I was bullied by what I considered to be my family. In my dream, no matter how hard I tried to protect my life, she always smirked and dragged me furiously, hurting me. Tired. I returned to reality when I awoke, exhausted. My mother then yelled and abused me once more. The maid came in, panting from panic, and served her a tiny meal. She always ate quickly because if she didn¡¯t finish her meal within a particular amount of time, the day¡¯s meal was over. After eating the meal with a sharp gaze, a small period of free time was given. I¡¯m afraid of falling asleep, therefore my daily routine consists of putting up with drowsiness and playing with torn duvets. But all of that changed in a single day. The hard hand that massaged me was awkward. The hand rubbing me and accepting it were both awkward, yet no one objected. Something arises from her throat. With a familiar feeling, she swallowed the most delicious dish she¡¯d ever eaten and gulped for air. Okay. This is my day-to-day life. I took my time closing my eyes. *** (Emperor¡¯s POV) I wanted to bring Lucia here immediately after discovering that she was born through Luna and Sol. He has made numerous attempts to rescue her. The first attempt involved sending a knight to the imperial palace. Of course, he assumed he¡¯d bring her, but the knight gave him an overwhelming report. ¡®My thoughts got foggy as soon as I entered the castle, and when I woke up, I stood in front of the Emperor¡¯s castle.¡¯ The man stated that he felt as though he was dreaming. He tried to return to the castle, but the same thing happened again and again, and it wasn¡¯t until after the sun went set that he gave up and reported to me. He sent out more knights the next day out of curiosity, but they all reported the same thing. And that devil is most likely¡­ ¡°I wish for you to be still alive¡­ ¡° [Demons are fire, even if they are not immortal.] Morte. It is a demon who tenaciously followed the first princess in the past. The only human welcomed by the demon clan, and the only demon accepted by the first princess. Morte got captivated with the first princes as a result of their relationship, and the first princess kept Morte by his side. The first prince was recovering from illness at the moment, and so pretended he didn¡¯t realize he had Morte by his side to respect his ideas¡­ He couldn¡¯t keep him by his side this time. If you keep demons around for a long period, unpleasant things happen, such as energy weakening due to the demons¡¯ energy. It is insufficient to have them at their side, especially because they are active in the process. He eventually gave up on sending his knight and directed Sol to go immediately inside Lucia¡¯s room and bring her, but this, too, was denied. In contrast to the past, Morte¡¯s strength was higher than we expected, and it was impossible to accomplish with the power of Sol alone. The sunlight did not penetrate well into the castle, and its energy intensified. If so, I sent Rune on the day of the full moon, when the moonlight shines the brightest, believing that it would be possible if it was Rune, who had previously been with the first prince. When he met Lucia for the first time, his aggravation and rage were stronger than any pleasure or satisfaction at having finally met. In the end, I always see reality one step later. The child¡¯s spirit was visible from afar, and she must have been tormented by a far bigger sense of guilt than that, but she did not reflect on what she was thinking. She simply kept her distance. And I quickly realized why. The closer we got, the more Morte vented his evil force, and the more Harvey went insane, the former her grip on Lucia became. Harvey, who was getting angrier by the day, finally decided to wait, even if it wasn¡¯t my will. The power is collected when the sun and the moonrise at the same moment, and when the sun and the moon set at the same time at night, the devils loosen their grip a little. At that point, if you gather all of your power and break the demonic energy barrier for even a moment, you will be able to enter the castle and bring Lucia with you. I thought it was the best decision and waited for the end of the year, which happened once a year, but it was as if God had abandoned us. We would get hurt if we were impatient and forced to bring her in, and we would be unable to guarantee Lucia¡¯s life. So I had no choice but to pray that the day would not be cloudy every year on the eve of the year, and I was able to rescue Lucia after an 8-year apparent lack. I¡¯m still not sure if this was the best decision. My smile was reflected in Lucia¡¯s eyes, but it was tinged with regret. I remembered seeing the miserable look as if it were about to burst into tears at any minute, and I was able to recall the source right away. In the past or now, in the end, I only make you suffer¡­ *** (Lucia¡¯s POV) When did I go to sleep? I couldn¡¯t hear anything when I opened my hidden eyes and focused on the sound. I felt a familiar touch as I wrapped my palm around it. Is that the Emperor¡¯s pillow I mentioned? I¡¯m feeling fine as well. After a bit of fumbling with the pillow, I heard the door open and anxious footsteps. ¡°Lucia!¡± The voice of the Emperor. Her chest tickled again as he hugged me. He said in a low, hardly audible voice after stroking my hair for a time. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m sorry, it¡¯s not enough for me to tell you for a while¡­¡± He apologized for more than half of what he said to me. Why? My mother bullied me with the name of my family even in my dreams, so it¡¯s only reasonable that you torment me as well. However, was he apologizing to me? I¡¯m not sure. I¡¯m not sure why you¡¯re apologizing to me, or why I have this tickling sensation in my heart. He sat me down again, confused, and gently rubbed my stomach. Tickle, feel good¡­ I slowly closed my eyes again, and he muttered something to me that I couldn¡¯t understand, and fell asleep again. She was warm when she opened her eyes. Isn¡¯t it already daylight? Then you¡¯ll have to stay hungry till dinner. When I woke up late, I always had to skip breakfast. Lunch had not yet been served¡­ The Emperor¡¯s voice was heard along with the sound of something flapping. ¡°Are you awake?¡± The floor moved slightly, and he grabbed me and stroked my back gently. ¡°It¡¯s a little late, but would you like to have breakfast? More like lunch than breakfast.¡± Lunch? Do you serve rice for lunch too? ¡°I should wash you first.¡± As the door opened, he continued to hug me and felt a pleasant warmth. It appears to be quite hot¡­? He carefully removed my clothes and lowered me into the water. It¡¯s warm, but it appears to be a little hotter than yesterday¡­ ¡°The water is a little hot. Are you okay?¡± Nod nod. It¡¯s not unbearably hot, and it feels good¡­ I felt better after hearing the sound of water splashing and splashing as I clasped my hands. The Emperor said nothing and didn¡¯t even touch me. Can I just stay this way? I smelled it for the first time at that moment. What is the fragrance of this? It smells different from the one I ate the day before. ¡°Does it have a pleasant scent? It is a rare flower that can only be seen on the cliffs of the Dor¡¯aret estate. The stronger the aroma, the higher you fly, and it is thought that the scent can calm the mind.¡± He carried on the talk quietly, as if he were reading a fairy tale. ¡°About 1,000 years ago, the Earth Spirit King had quite a love for a woman.¡± He said that the woman was weak and that despite her pact with the Spirit King, she was becoming weaker and weaker. With her holy aura, she gradually lost her strength and died at the age of twenty, when she was far too young.¡± My mood was a little affected because his voice was so peaceful as he talked while washing my head with water. ¡°Because he felt bad for not being able to protect her, the Earth Spirit King went deep into the forest and locked himself.¡± ¡°He fell into a deep sleep while waiting for her soul to be reincarnated. This is the flower that the other earth spirits who were watching over the spirit king imitated to console his grief.¡± He opened his mouth and began brushing her teeth while he continued to touch her hair. ¡°I heard that girls like this kind of story, how about Lucia?¡± ¡®Even if you say that¡­¡¯ Hearing the story for the first time was interesting, but she didn¡¯t want to hear it. Only the few can be loved, and I am not one of them. I¡¯m not sure why the Emperor said this, but it was probably for me¡­ I considered how I should react and ultimately decided not to react. ¡°¡­ Now spit out what¡¯s in your mouth and rinse with water.¡± He meticulously wiped my face and put clothes on before moving on. ¡°They say that breakfast this morning is a soup with sweet pumpkin.¡± ¡®Sweet pumpkin? Is it different from a pumpkin?¡¯ ¡°After breakfast, let¡¯s take a walk in the indoor glass garden. Because the weather is still cold, the flowers in the other gardens are not in bloom.¡± Doesn¡¯t it matter where you are? I don¡¯t want to see any blood anyway¡­ ¡°The glass garden is made of glass and the light intensity or color changes slightly every hour, so it is beautiful. I hope you like it.¡± ¡®What is he thinking?¡¯ ¡°It¡¯s indoors, so it¡¯s not cold, and even escorts and maids can¡¯t enter.¡± No matter what I think, the reason he is nice to me and the reason he shines invisible beauty on me¡­ ¡°Yesterday, your third brother, Assad, returned. Assad is the contractor of the Fire Spirit King, and he is the most proficient in war among the three princes.¡± Assad? Fire Spirit King? He even talked about spirits while taking a bath¡­ ¡®What is a spirit?¡¯ As I tilted my head, I heard a small laugh, and then I heard the door open. Same smell as yesterday but different. Feeling tickled in the stomach. This smells delicious¡­! As she stretched out her face, she heard a slightly louder laugh. ¡°¡­ Does it smell delicious? Let¡¯s eat.¡± Several voices were heard repeatedly, seemingly startled by the sound of his laughter, but it soon vanished. I believe I¡¯ve been staring at it in some way. Even though we hadn¡¯t seen each other in a while, he seemed to be the type of person who didn¡¯t laugh often. When I was asleep, I could only hear tiny laughs from time to time, but when someone came in, the friendly voice vanished and was replaced with a hard, sharp voice.