Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

# 3 Petra

The still young luminous lips open slightly, whispering (sayingly) something.

……

Long lashes shivered for a moment.

Blonde hair gleaming in the morning sun is flowing down into one muscle, a nostril that draws beautiful curves.

Unexpectedly from the closed sight, there is a faint and worrying colour fragrance drifting there somewhat.

Adult femininity in childhood. The delicate balance of conflicting things symbolizes the girl's sleeping face.

"... come on"

The girl whispered something again.

"... Russai"

Also.

"Shut up! Shut up!

Petra shouted as she meditated her eyes. The golden eyebrows pinched and lifted.

There has been a woman in her ear for a long time now, with a gloomy voice as if she were casting a curse spell, and even keeps talking with a fearful quick mouth.

"Good morning, Petra. Good morning, Petra. It's time for you to wake up. Please. Please. Otherwise I will, I will. Please. Please. It's time for you to wake up. Otherwise."

"Shut up. Shut up! How dare you!

Petra jumped up and screamed.

The morning of Petra Ladis, who made him Grand Duke of Antios and is also royal, is...... slow.

"Hiya, forgive me. Please forgive me."

The maid who finally woke Petra is grounded by the bed. Two more maids just behind them, kneeling. The name of the maid who is grounded says Thelma.

"Good morning. Petra."

Two maids kneeling behind me have greeted Petra perfectly in solidarity.

Petra turns her sleepy face to the maids.

"... good morning"

I said blush.

Ayatsuzu has been pointing at Thelma today. That means there's something going on this morning.

Thelma is one of the most effective means of waking Petra up quickly.

Petra said blurry with her sleeping eyes, but in her mind she had begun to turn her thoughts firmly.

"Summon me."

Whatever Thelma sits down and still keeps apologizing for something, a maid kneeling behind her calls out.

"Uhm."

Petra nods small and moves her body like she cares.

From a large bed with a canopy, Petra came out crawling on all fours.

Petra spread her hands as she slouched and moved to the front of the bed as she pulled over her bedding. The maids grabbed it and began to undress Petra's bedtime clothes. When did the apology end, Thelma is also added.

The Grand Duchess' meal today is a subtle A-line young grass dress. It looks good on Petra's white skin and bright blonde hair.

"Uhm."

A hand mirror is passed from Thelma to Petra, who looks at the full body mirror placed on the wall and nods satisfactorily.

"Uhm."

My left eye is slightly congested.

I didn't get much sleep last night either.

Petra glanced over the mirror into the back of her own eyes.

Thelma combs Petra's hair from behind.

"Oh, oh, how cute is Petra again today! It's like a doll! Ugh."

There is a slight wrinkle between Petra's brows.

Can I say something different once in a while?

"As a concubine, I want to be told that she's cute, not beautiful, as soon as possible."

"Ooh, forgive me. Forgive me, Petra. You are beautiful. Beautiful."

Thelma stops her hand and calls again.

The two remaining maids are bending in front of Petra and making her wear camel colored shoes shaped like pumps. Obviously I have no reaction whatsoever to the unusual Thelma's words and behavior. I mean, this is the usual thing. Thelma said this was the norm.

Concon.

So the door to Petra's bedroom rang as if it had been foreseen.

Thelma's groan stops perfectly when Petra raises her left hand.

"Get in."

The door opened and the made-headed Christina showed up.

"Good morning. Petra."

She said she would bow to Petra.

"Henrik is here for breakfast."

Hmm. Are you here?

Breakfast with my father for a long time, after dinner last night.

A first report was received the other day to Petra and the Grand Duke informing them that they had arrived safely from Mary to Fugo, but it was almost a month after Ishur and the others left Frontera, which means that it would be about seven or eight days since they arrived in Fugo.

It is no surprise that we have received a report informing us of the results of the Red Emperor's Dragon Crusade.

There is something embarrassing about the spiciness of this body that can only wait......

"Okay."

Petra gazed sharply and nodded at Christina.

Take the palace to the Grand Duke's quarters about the back to Christina. The Palazzo Antios, in the central part of the Grand Duke's Castle, is two floors long to the east and west, and is allocated to the residence of the Grand Duke on the western side, mainly the Grand Hall in the centre.

Through Petra's chamber, during the moon, which is solidifying on the eastern side of the palace, between the roses, between the gods of water and through the room.

Petra said toward Christian back going forward.

"Christina. Well, isn't that a little too tight for Thelma"

That strange appearance has been around for a long time, but I feel like it's getting worse here lately.

When Christina stopped and turned her body to Petra, facing her, she said, holding her head down slightly in front of her because she was reaching out.

"I like who I am and I do that. I don't give him a word, not even a word."

Petra looked a little nosy.

And sigh hard.

Then I'll have to say it directly from my concubine soon...

Going between the moon, the roses, and the water god, we reach between the beauty gods who took the name of Eliuka, God of beauty and pleasure, of poetry and music. Behind it leads to the Grand Duke and is Henrik's chamber.

Between the gods of beauty is a beautiful room, not so vast but also a fingerfold in the Grand Duke's Palace, covered in murals such as the spirits who play in the green mountains, the legendary bards who perform poetry every day for the gods of beauty, and the blooming flowers.

When Petra and the others entered the room, Henrik was already seated at a white marble table attached to the center of the room.

On a table not so big, silver water spills and soups were placed in a bright beige cloth, and plates with leaked bread and fruit were narrowly placed, all spilled.

Next to the Grand Duke, a man's servant begins to make tea on the wagon.

Henrik stood out of his chair and came to her front as Petra walked into the room, taking her hand.

"Morning, Petra. Did you wear that wonderful dress for me today?

"Morning, Father. Of course, I didn't wear it for your father."

"Oh, Petra. How pathetic in the morning!

Henrik makes Petra mourn as he invites her to the sumptuous table in the morning.

Petra glanced up at my father's face for a moment.

Why do you always behave so deliberately and so heavily?

It's so depressing......

Petra also reacts hypersensitively to her father's trivial expressions of affection, around the age when she gets fed up.

Henrik pulled the chair and sat Petra down looking important, sitting on the other side of the table.

"Petra's had a tough time, too. One of my daughters always made me sick. Your father is so, so pathetic..."

"So, Father. Talk to your concubine in the morning. There's been some movement at Kusim's."

Petra sipped one at the tea, ignoring his father's mourning, and said without even looking at him.

"Hey, Petra. I haven't even had breakfast with you. Let's have a chat with your father now. Whatever you want, okay? Talk to your father about the fun, pathetic things that have happened lately. Or do you want something, or do you want me to?

Henrik said, glancing at Christian and man servants who refrain at the edge of the room.

Christians bow silently and leave the room. Between the gods of beauty we became two fathers and two daughters. It's time for the sun to round from east to south, or winter sunshine plunges into a sharp corner through a window on the south side.

"What is Father saying? I didn't have breakfast, but I thought you had dinner yesterday."

Petra said with big blue eyes, staring at her father.

"If you want something. Something you want me to do."

I don't direct any attention to the Christians leaving the room.

"What is that? Petra."

A meaningful smile appears on Henrik's face illuminated by the sun from the side.

Petra leaned down and offered a silver spoon to the soup in front of her.

"I don't know about that."

Henrik raised his torso to slightly extend his back with his elbows floating off the table.

"Yesterday, Ira and Pierca's most apprentice arrived in Burrique"

Petra raised her face.

The smile toward Henrik's daughter changes.

"We'll both get to the castle in the afternoon. I told Ira to go straight to you."

Unlike his usual smile, Henrik doesn't show it to anyone, it's his natural smile.

He must have made contact with Ira in Burrik.

The light of the sun swings between his smiles.

"I still don't know about Kusim. Be a little more patient."

Petra had been charged with studying kingdom history, classical phonetic reading, magic and etiquette almost every day if she had no business in particular, but she was off that day at the Grand Duke's tease. Because a meeting with Ira was expected that afternoon. By the way, her education was supposed to continue until she was fifteen and adult.

Petra, in her living room, laid her body on the bench and spread the letter she had received from Marya.

After noon, the second report, sent out by Marya from Fugo before the Ninas arrived, the early horse arrived at Grand Duke Castle first. To Petra, one of the vicinity of the Grand Duke with the title came purposefully to deliver, "It is from your father," he said. Three letters were delivered to Henrik from Mary to the Grand Duke himself, to the king, and to Petra.

Marya's letter contained the events following her arrival in Fugo, the arrival of five Fire Dragons in Fugo, the arrival of the Red Emperor Dragon Crusader Squad, the contents of the military discussions with Boris and other court demon leaders and commanding Rifia, in addition to which Rifia Behm, who headed the Crusader Squad, was making some troubling moves in the fight against the Red Emperor Dragon, the story of when Rifia used Brenda Lebrect, with the magic of the Martial God, to come up with a visual on the Red Emperor Dragon, the resultant appearance of the Red Emperor Dragon, and then when Ishur explained and deduced the operation of Rifia.

And it was noted that Ishur was probably attacked in Fugo by the hands of the borderline uncle, even in the village of Ruddle on the road before, as it was necessary to bring down an iron hammer from the royal family to the Lord of Alva (Noshi).

"Borderline Uncle's."

From the text of Marya's letter, her anger came through her hissing.

Those who raided Ishur in the village of Ruddle say they have used the magic of the desolate gods.

Does Uncle Borderline also have the magic of darkness?

"Is that true?"

Petra shrugged small.

According to Marya, Ishur, the person at the time of the attack, destroyed the magic apparatus without being injured, certain. There's not much to look into in Marya's mind on the ground, but I don't feel so worried about Ishur. Even if he is an assassin with the magic of a desolate god, he is not a great enemy to Ishur.

Besides, I don't care if I leave it to my father. Now, that man is in a predicament. There are as many gaps as there are to get in.

There was a slight grin on Petra's face.

A letter sent to Brigal by Uncle Borderline, containing an order for the search for magic equipment of the wind, that Ishur once said he had seen to Marya, but the royal palace would have already obtained a copy of it. I can easily imagine what secret documents of royalty and nobility flow into, even Petra. Naturally, my father will know what it is. Borderline uncle is destined to be debated by Ishl, but if he doesn't avenge himself, Borderline uncle has no future anymore.

The only thing a concubine can do is cling to your father.

But more than that, yes.

Petra woke her body from her bench, making her a difficult face.

It is very important that the details of the Red Emperor Dragon, which has been a legendary existence until now, are known how it was in Kusim.

The matter of Uncle Borderline is not the only judgment of my father, who deliberately had Marya's letter delivered nearby. This is important. Information about the Red Emperor Dragon can be found in a letter to the King.

"But you Rifia Behm. As reputable as it is, it's pretty good."

Petra shrugged softly.

She's an unafraid woman. I didn't know you were going to use Brenda Lebrect to see things.

Petra has not been informed by whom or for what reason the names of the court magicians sent to Kusim, with the exception of Marya, have been determined. I guess that was decided by the Grand Duke or the King or the head of the court magic guide, but I can easily think of several reasons why Brenda was offered to Petra. It means that in the battle with the Red Emperor Dragon, Brenda will be able to determine more accurately the refraining, preliminary presence of Rifia with the arrows of the martial arts, and the ability of Rifia than any other magician with the same martial arts magic.

A long time has passed since the arrow of the martial arts held by Rifia left the royal family. Those who see and know in the field the abilities of the arrows of the martial arts are no longer in the royal family or in the court magician. Just records left in the text. Fighting the Red Emperor Dragon is also a great opportunity that Refia would surely give her full strength. However, of course, only if this Red Emperor Dragon Crusade succeeds will the abilities of Refia be known.

"If you have made the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade,"

Before the Royal Family and the Borderline House, it was no fun for Petra.

"I'm bored. I still need my concubine, Ishul, to be active."

Petra evoked the overwhelming power he once showed at the castle's squad yard.

It is only a miscellaneous fish for Ishl, such as the assassin facing Uncle Borderline. As well as the magnitude of its magic, Ishur cleverly used multiple magics at the same time, without chanting.

His magic far outstripped the power of Petra's royal magic appliances, Oomeo's wand, and the earth god's wand. A small part of the court magicians considered Petra's Womeo wand to be the magic fixture of the earthly god, or the magic fixture of God, but it was to be clearly denied.

Originally it might have humiliated Petra or given her a sense of frustration or loss, but she herself didn't feel that way at all, not as much as the hair.

A memory of the little magic, the red maple leaves, that Ishur showed her.

That thing brought something decisive to Petra.

According to Marya's letter, Ishur said that Rifia had “trenched" the defensive trench she was trying to dig on the summit of Kusim. Plus the word Ishur said the day he turned to Kusim, "Power Reconnaissance".

Surely there is something terrible about his knowledge, no, sight, whether it has anything to do with that Lehne or the Bersch family. That and the unusual sophisticated tricks he occasionally showed, adult words and deeds that don't suit his age.

And that he is heir to the royal sword.

But more than those things, above all, that red magic he showed me, the gentleness put into it, was more important to Petra.

From the face of Petra, who had a harsh look, the insurance takes.

Zhu on her cheek, his lips slightly open.

Her eyes stare somewhere far away and wander away. My heart filled with sweet things.

"Has Ishur recalled the Great Spirit?"

"Ha."

"Did he bury five Fire Dragons in Fugo in no time?"

"Ha."

"Is it true that the assassins who attacked Ishur in the village of Ruddle used the magic of the desolate gods"

"It is. Because I was told by Lord Mary and Lord Ishur..."

"Hmm."

Petra was sitting in as long a chair as she had just done, placing Marya's letter aside and receiving reports of Isla Marido returning to Grand Duke Castle. No, it was almost Petra's one-sided question, interrogation.

Ira is kneeling in front of Petra. Petra advised Ira to sit in the chair as well, but she insisted.

"So how did it feel to spend too much time with Ishul? The man."

Petra visited Isla on one of the things she wanted to hear the most.

"... Lord Ishur is not fit for age and is quite a tough man, Jen"

Ishul, whom Ira sees, is serious and tough, and has no luxury in holding that Yveda sword. He didn't think of Marya or Nina differently, he was very attentive to them, and he, the elderly, was helped a great deal.

And here's the last thing she added.

"I don't know everything, but Lord Ishur also seems to have his own exploratory mind on magic. The unknown magic used by that boy will not be the only result of the power of Yveda's sword. Perhaps there hasn't been such a wizard in the past."

It was a sturdy Ira-like Ishur standout.

But there was a part of Ishl's view of the magic she used that was very similar to what Nina told the Grand Duke in a way.

Petra nodded contentedly, loudly and again, at Ira's words.

Because it's a genius.

I don't know why, but Ishur doesn't pay attention to the difference in one's identity, just as he doesn't care about the princess or anything else, of course. That man has even treated his concubine as if he knew her, yes, as a friend. At the end of the day, I've said that you'll be that friend yourself.

Until now, none of those had been alone around the concubine.

And if he beats the Red Emperor Dragon...

"So, is Ishur going to be able to beat the Red Emperor Dragon? Why didn't you tell me?

"That's just..., I don't care"

Ira lowered her head and clouded the words.

Petra's gaze at Ira turned sharp.

This guy thinks Ishr is in danger...

Petra's anxiety became even greater because of the reward of Marya brought from Fugo, and because of her deduction of Ira, who had returned.

The next night.

Petra was alone in the bedroom, standing in the middle of the room, offering Oomeo's scepter, the scepter of the god of the earth.

"Out (come on), Uromira"

Petra also has a covenant spirit.

From the window, the light of the moon, which began to chip from the full moon, shoots in. It's quiet around here. At this time, no one moves in the palace.

She secretly summoned her own covenant spirit.

When the white light muscle flashes in front of Petra, it opens to the left and right to form one.

"What is it, Petra? Long time no see."

Before Petra, the Spirit of the earth appeared.

There was no brilliance of powerful magic, no wind, no shaking of the ground, albeit indoors, a quiet appearance.

Uromira was the spirits of a woman's child, as cute as Petra's back length, long hair and big eyes on a loose robe. A childish look seeps out in his white, shiny eyes and lips that he seems to like some prank.

Now there is only the light of the moon. For a moment Petra was caught in the illusion of looking in the mirror.

Her covenant spirits looked like petra and melon.

"Uhm. Hiccup, Uromira"

Petra said with a grumpy face.

It was at the age of ten, when she was still in the royal palace, that her daughter Petra inherited the royal magic fixture that Henrik had lent to her wife, the scepter of the god of the earth. Petra recalled the Spirit and made a covenant as soon as she began her training with that magic tool.

Uromira looked like a near-old sister to Petra at the time. Marya, the milk sisters, also began her magic training, and many days she could not even meet her, and Petra, who was surrounded by solitude, liked the Spirit, and also recognized Uromira, so she became her own covenant Spirit.

The dirt court magicians, magician leaders and Henrik, who were teaching Petra magic, were also suddenly surprised, but when she revealed her covenant spirits to them, for some reason they all looked and were convinced to praise Petra.

The chief court magicians said her covenant spirits were not great spirits, but Petra didn't know that at the time.

Then Uluomira became a good storyteller for Petra. When Uromira herself was a young man of the goddess Oomeo, she introduced herself very frivolously to being a concubine, always saying things that made her wonder how far true or false she was, but for Petra, her frivolity and sarcasm felt so fresh and interesting that she couldn't care less. For her, Uluomira was, at one point, her exclusive clown, at one time her bad friend, and at one time her sister's replacement. And Uromira talked about being a very old spirit by the looks of it, how many concubines she always had, etc., in a funny mouthful like an old man, and that tone of hers shifted to Petra as well.

But the covenant spirits of Petra were mediocre in their magic and the magic they used for being once the concubines of the god Oomeo, and were not considered very great spirits. He also often did not listen to Petra's orders. In the beginning, Petra also thought that she was still a child and lacked magic knowledge, that Uromira wouldn't take it seriously because of her lack of training, that she wouldn't listen to me, but even as Petra grew up, remembered spells, and spread her magic knowledge, that didn't change.

At one point, Petra asked Uluomira if her strength might not accompany her in the grand language, half-packed there.

Uluomira replied, "The addition and subtraction of Oomeo has always been unpleasant these days, and the concubine, who has received more grace from Oomeo than other spirits, can hardly take it seriously."

Petra couldn't believe it.

From around there, the relationship between the two became somehow irrelevant.

Petra was originally more royal, without using magic in action, and without the need to force the Spirit to call. The kingdom, and hence the royal political situation, is also stable. Petra is always accompanied by escorts, and some specialize in poisoning.

By the time Petra moved from the King's Capital to Frontera, she had rarely called Uromira either.

"Though I was completely alienated, how was it this time?"

Uromira also comes to sarcasm with some grumpy face.

"Nothing else today. I'd really like to ask you something."

But Petra didn't even care what Uromira said, she said, looking serious.

There's nothing you can do about showing Wolomira a dissatisfied face. That's not the situation.

We can no longer rely on the Spirit in front of us. Let's try to believe her again. That's all I have.

Because Uromira is the Spirit of the earth, no matter what.

Two days after Ira returned to the castle, I still haven't heard from Fugo.

If Ishur beats the Red Emperor Dragon, he'll get early news here at Frontera. Isn't that delayed because the situation on the ground is bad?

I can't stop worrying about Ishur. I can't hold myself any longer.

At dinner that day, Petra offered to her father Henrik, without arrows or shields, to get her own magic equipment, usually resting in the palace quarters, and decided for the first time in a long time to summon her own covenant spirits. Uromira is the Spirit of the earth. If she is a high spirited like those around her said, do you also know the situation in the land of Kusim, far away? It's too far from Frontera to Kusim to send a very spiritual. But naturally, Frontera and Kusim are connected through the earth. Neither Petra nor her magic fixtures have the ability to know so much more about the earth, how things are in the ground.

All we have to do is talk to Uluomira.

Petra told Uluomira about the Red Emperor Ryu and the situation in Kusim. And about Ishur.

It was a strange sight for Petra and Uromira to speak across the street, as if one of them were in the mirror.

"Did Petra, who was a child, get old enough? When people live in the world, it doesn't go fast."

When Petra told him about Ishur, Uluomira said so and made him sigh small.

Her white translucent eyes are directed towards the bedroom window.

"The concubine..."

When Petra tried to say something back, wondering if she had been sarcastic again, Uromira blocked it with a sharp voice.

"The woman there. Get him out. Show yourself."

Uluomira was staring at the deepest window.

Petra glanced there, somewhat dropping her shoulders and speaking up.

"I don't mind. Because my Spirit is right."

When Petra said so, the wall behind the window swayed, and the moonlight and shadow across the diagonal began to swirl. And the vortex turned into a black figure. The figure of Thelma appeared, with a sword band on the maid's clothes and a small black armor on both hands.

Thelma knelt down to Petra on the spot when she showed up.

During the day, the maid who looked after Petra, Thelma, was a shadow-worker who escorted her, with hidden magic equipment.

"He's out of the way. My concubine wants to talk to Petra alone."

Thelma bowed her head silently as Petra squeezed her jaw hard and disappeared again. The window on her side opens and closes. I didn't think she was very much the same person as what the hell was her madness I showed her in the morning.

When Petra turned her attention to Uromira, she smiled and said.

"The concubine already knows about that bushy red fire dragon and the one with the magic equipment of the wind god. You mean Kusim? You don't have to bother exploring the land."

"You already know that! Hey, what's up? Has Ishur won?

When Petra asked unexpectedly and at a glance, Uluomira turned off her smile and became faceless. No, I've never seen Petra before, and she's got a cold scary face.

"You can't tell Petra anything."

That's all Uluomira just said.

"Duh, what do you mean? Why can't we talk?"

Because she's a concubine?

It was from Petra who doubted what Uromira said and alienated her.

"I can't even tell you why. I don't care what they say. I can't tell anyone all this."

Uromira's response remains unchanged.

……

Petra became stunned. My head turned bright white.

Has the concubine been hated by Uluomira so far?

A covenant spirit is the kind of thing that keeps up with you all your life.

That sight came back to life when I couldn't think of anything.

Red maple leaves dance in the wind. That's what fell into my hands. I felt beautiful delicate magic and saw the man's face.

Ishur was laughing.

Petra broke her knee and lowered her back.

I knelt down towards Uluomira. I put my hands on the floor and drooled my head.

How many of them would be in this world, such as her kneeling opponent, a family of the Ladis royal family?

I can do anything for that man.

"You're right, Uluomira. Please tell my concubine."

Petra said, squeezing her face straight down, trying to squeeze it out.

Ishur is a ball, so to speak. If you hold him in your hand, there is nothing to be afraid of, whether the Holy King or the United Kingdom attack him or not, even if the King is to die and wage a bloody inheritance dispute with his uncles and princesses.

But that's not all.

No, it's not.

She wanted to scream out loud as she put her forehead on the floor. To my father, all over the kingdom, and to Ishur.

this thought in your own mind.

That's when I heard a voice from above.

"I'm sorry. Petra, you still can't talk like that."

Petra's shoulder was grabbed and caused. It's Uromira's hand. It should have no entity, but it was as warm as one hand.

"Ishur and the others are not the ones with the magic of the wind gods. The concubine dwells in the world of the gods. Humans can't talk about things that extend to the gods. I wonder if that's what you're thinking."

I said with a smile that Uromira had just floated around.

Petra's eyes opened wide. Her sincere attitude, which Uromira probably shows for the first time, no, clearly understands and feels.

Not only did Uromira say and do that, but her heart, which Petra feels, has always been cheerful but ironic and vague.

I guess I'm not the only one to blame. But even spirits have many personalities. Wouldn't Uromira have just decided that she didn't like to expose herself, that she couldn't trust her on her own?

The concubine and I always have to confuse and hide our hearts.

Uluomira, maybe that's what she is like in the mirror.

to Petra, who let him snort slightly, and Uromira snorts one,

"One day, no, soon, will you let me meet the owner of that magic fixture with my concubine? I need to talk to him."

I said. And

"If he is, we may be able to do something about you, Oomeo. This isn't a secret, don't tell anyone about it except someone who did."

and added with an even deeper smile and a pranky grin.

What a story Uromira has spoken to herself about the gods that she said could not speak to man, about the gods of the earth.

But that's not the problem for Petra right now.

"... it"

To Petra, who was stunned, Uromira said a short goodbye, no matter.

"Bye. Call me back."

And sooo melted into the wall behind me, disappearing without sound.

That's, that's...

Tears streamed from Petra's eyes.

"Ugh, uhh..."

Petra kept on kneeling, crying secretly.

Uluomira eventually told Petra that Ishur was safe.

The next morning, as usual, Petra was devouring her sleep.

Something's going on nearby. One voice.

Petra's eyebrows rise slightly.

What a noise today......

It's not Thelma.

...... hmm? Suppose.

Petra's consciousness turns to awakening.

I hear a man's low voice.

"What do you mean!

after Petra made it bounce. When I woke up, there was Henrik's face in front of me.

All around me are maids or even head christina in a fuss and panic.

"Mm-hmm, Dad, I can see Petra's beautiful sleeping face, it's great"

Henrik said with a crumbling smile that there was nothing more.

"Morning, Petra"

"Nah, what. Why is your father in the concubine's bedroom?"

"Hehe."

Henrik gave Petra a surprise or something.

There doesn't seem to be a voice among the father and daughter of the servants who make noise around them.

All of a sudden he enters his daughter's bedroom of his age, if always, what he did is aristocratic, which, as a royal one, is also a little out of shape. But all this time, that would be forgiven, too.

"An early horse came from Marya. I won, Ishr did. To the Red Emperor Dragon."

……

Petra's cheeks loosen.

"Morning, Father. Then the concubine already knows that."

Now my daughter made my father look like he was doing it.