"... what do you mean you don't have a very good impression?
Jigmund whispered about the heart stone.
"There's a legend that it's a powerful force... to bring people back to life."
Eh?
I grabbed the heart stone by accident.
Bringing people back? Can you do that?......
"So there was a struggle between people over the heart stone. There was a struggle among those who believed in the efficacy of reviving, immortalizing, and, if swallowed, the disease would soon heal. The kings of Vaza also looked for it in the eyes of blood."
I grabbed the stone by accident.
"Do you have such an amazing capability--? On a heart stone?
Zigmund shook his head lightly at me.
"No."
"Eh! Don't you have it?"
Yes, what incitement have we had, Jigmund! I sharpened my mouth a little.
I knew you were related to Vincent, this guy! There's something wrong with people that scares them and makes them observe a little bit, right? Zigmund coughed rudely when I was peeling.
"... I'm sorry, Remilia. It's just a legend. I think it's just beautiful shiny stones. As a matter of fact, the king of Vaza is dead, and no one has ever become immortal."
"That's right..."
"But... the Dragon Clan seems to prefer to defend itself, and perhaps it will have some effect on people with powers..."
I remembered Yang, who said, "Amulet" and gave it to me, and the dragon chief, who said, "Don't you know the effect of that shining stone?"
"I don't like it because it's true that there was a struggle to take away the heart stone."
"... I see."
... Yang may have just given me an amulet.
For Shia, who knew what it would do to the Dragon genus, the heart stone might be troublesome.
Yeah, the mystery is deepening. ― ― Ask a competent church official about the heart stone.
I enjoyed a conversation with Jigmund for a while afterwards. The old Count seems to be back in Canaan when he gets well. Seems like he's going to keep coming and going every season.
I looked at Henrik and Vincent who were somehow obsessed with talking.
"I wish I could see Vincent in person more often, without mediating. I think Vincent would be delighted. You don't have to leave me alone."
Jigmund lost his sight for a moment.
It is unusual and the cheeks are cut.
"What's wrong?
"... I think Vincent Yunker... is just making me look like... No, no...."
"Jigmund?
"... no, it's nothing, Remilia. --My mansion is a little too quiet. I would be delighted if Master Remilia would bring Vincent. Unless you don't like him."
"I don't hate it. He's a dear friend."
"Friends? I'll tell you later."
Jigmund smiled bitterly and narrowed his eyes.
Henrik and Vincent, who are in front of us, seem to have had some sort of disagreement and are in a lively argument.
"― ― It has become an era of peace. Her Majesty's closest son makes friendships with the Vaza family... once upon a time, there was a man who prophesied that to me. The reign of Queen Beatrice is sure to usher in a time of peace. The day will come when we will be connected with friendship, without hatred or fear. I thought it was stupid..."
"Someone said that! You had a vision."
"I'm the Count of Kaminski, the ancestor.... he was always looking for a compromise between man and man, between profit and profit, between justice and justice. He's a tough guy. He's a little thing. Even if you're stuck in a shallow person like me, you laugh and flush... I wanted to tell you that I can understand you now."
It was a monologue at the end, so I just smiled and didn't answer.
The three of us stopped at Jigmund's mansion until dinner.
Cannon-style cuisine is unique in spices and I love it. - Henrik's in pain! and wrinkles appeared between the eyebrows.
On his way home, Jigmund asked Vincent.
"When I met you, there were rumors I wanted to hear."
"Oh, yes. What is it, Count?
Jigmund put his arms together and stared at his grandson.
"I heard it at the night club. Are you engaged to the daughter of a famous home in the Territory?"
"Engagement...?
I saw Vincent with a little stiffness. Engagement!?
Henrik loosened one side of his cheek in an interesting way.
Sure, it's no wonder Vincent talks like that. At that age. He's one of the Prime Minister's most important sons, and he's probably in trouble again... but I never thought about it!
When I looked at Vincent with my mouth wide open, for some reason my green eyes shook.
"Chiga.... Oh, my God, this is a misunderstanding. Remilia, no."
"You don't have to give me an excuse... but I think that's fine. It's none of my business... I didn't know..."
Words kind of grab my throat.
Vincent coughed, I say.
"My mother just invited me to a tea party where she invited some ladies.... I refuse all such stories."
"Why, Yunker. That's good. Get married soon. Firm yourself. I'll introduce you anyway, and I'll support any woman. [M] I want to get rid of you quickly."
― ― How to say it!
Vincent sighed.
"Thank you very much for your concern, as I have no intention of thinking about myself until Prince Shin gets better. Count Judal!"
"Phew...."
Jigmund smiled.
"--That was a rude question. Say hello to your parents. Both you and Count Judal are remarkable. Rumors can be heard even by an old man on the verge of hiding like me. Be careful."
We nodded face to face and said goodbye to Jigmund and got on the carriage.
Henrik narrowed his eyes when he saw us.
"I'm a celebrity, you guys - I hear a lot of rumors too. Think and act like you're under constant surveillance - it'll smell like quina again for a while."
Because Francesca's Tachidashi is close, huh?
I exhaled as if I was tired.
"... how long can I see everyone like this?
Yeah?
"I think I'll see Henrik all the time anyway. I miss seeing Isaac and Vincent less often."
The truth leaks.
--It's a shadow to say that Remilia sells charm to the children close to the princess. I can't help it. I can't stay away from everyone anymore.
"Vincent"
"Something."
"I'm relieved. I'm sorry. —— Vincent hasn't even been engaged yet. Even though I had fewer chances of seeing him. If we get engaged, we'll never see each other again."
I am aware that you are talking like a child, but Vincent is also like that, and I smiled with a kind of frustrating face.
--I wonder what I wanted.
At first, that was all I wanted my family to live safely without dying.
Not now. I think so.
Protect your family. That's just a big premise.
I wish I could meet the people I like whenever I like and live on my own volition - I wish I had the power to choose that future.
◆ ◆ ◆
Later.
I went back to the queen's garden, which smelled like flowers.
The queen invited me in with an innocent smile like a girl as usual.
"Did you come to tell me the answer to my request?
I knelt before a small queen.
"Your Majesty, I have sworn allegiance to Your Majesty and His Highness Francesca from an early age. If it helps you two, I will spare no effort... but I will not let you serve His Highness Francesca while the dragon clans are in King's Landing."
Beatrice was better, and I opened my mouth before I could breathe.
"But please. Your Majesty."
"... but?
Beatrice strengthens her gaze.
"Would you mind putting Canaan on the shelf once? Canaan is Vazza territory - the key to the country. I don't know if an immature person like me can inherit. If you'll excuse me, why don't you ask me what you want for the prize after everything is over?"
The queen looked unexpected, but smiled slightly.
"I see. I promise..."
The queen cannot keep her promise.
As long as I meet her expectations.
I left the royal palace... and stretched out badly in the carriage. Okay, I've decided to do it.
Instead of going back to the Mansion, there are still places to go. The National Church - before that...
The carriage door is knocked lightly.
I narrowed my eyes to the waiter.
"I just called..."
"No, I didn't expect my niece to contact me."
Olga, the wife of the Marquis of Steinburgh, the beauty of Vaza, a central anti-queen, smiled brightly and got into my carriage.
I've been expecting you, Auntie.
"It's okay, I was busy. What kind of consultation?"
I smiled with a smile.
"Auntie, I need you to listen to me, Auntie."
"Well, what?
At best, I smiled back at the sweet smile.
"I want my aunt to die."
--Just as I asked you so much, Aunt Olga opened her mouth.