Chapter 42: Agitation│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com

I expressed my gratitude to Her Royal Highness for waiting for me until I awoke and decided to return home.

“I’ll get a carriage ready. Please wait at the palace’s entrance.”

His Highness Mark came running toward me as a lady attendant told me to wait.

“Alesia! How are you doing?”

“I’m all right now. I apologize for causing you concern.”

“Can you give me a moment?”

My father and mother were waiting in the carriage that came to pick them up.

“I will not allow Alesia to go to Farrill. You’ve been hiding for so long, and now you’ve given me that cloth for my mother. I’d like to repay the favor. I promise to keep you safe.”

His Highness looked me straight in the eye and said in a strong tone.

His Highness is a straightforward individual. He never spoke arrogantly or looked down on us during our lunch at the farm. Rather, he was always humble and serious as he listened to my father’s farming stories.

My parents and I have changed our minds about the royal family because of His Highness. So I have to believe him. I have to tell him.

“Your Highness, I’m counting on you. But if you insist on handing me over… If there is going to be a war related to me, please prioritize the safety of this country’s people. I’m prepared. Please look after my parents a little bit. Please.”

“What? What exactly are you saying? Don’t worry, I’m not going to hand you over.”

I didn’t respond, but instead smiled and bowed once more.

There is no such thing as “absolutely fine” . In terms of military power, our country is far inferior to Farrill’s. We will be outnumbered militarily.

I’d rather go to Farrill than start a war for no reason. As long as I keep my mouth shut, the healing power of my rain will go unnoticed.

While we are stalling for time, we can find something to negotiate and make arrangements that will allow me to return to this country. We have no plan now, but as long as we are alive, there is a possibility.

Of course, I would despise going to Farrill. I did not expect Farrill to notice me so quickly, but I am willing to go to Farrill in exchange for many lives. It could be my destiny to be born with memories of my previous life.

[Aiding Others] I’ll consider it a thank you for giving me a second chance at a happy life.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. Thank you for your valuable time, Your Highness.”

His Highness gave me a puzzled look as he saw us off.

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“Your Highness, are you all right? You’re not getting any work done.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking. Hey Gil, I’m curious why Alesia said that.”

Gil plays with his redhead’s hair.

“Handing her over? Did she really say that?”

“Yeah. She sounded like she was willing to give her life for the sake of the people.”

“What made you say that? She’s only 14 years old and a farm girl. I don’t think that’s something that most people would be prepared to do.”

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Alesia appeared to be an adult, with a look of resignation and sadness on her face. I’m not sure why. Why is she so willing to give up herself?

“Anyway, Gil, what happened to him after “that”?”

“He’s been very quiet. He recently wrote a letter to his parents back home.”

“What exactly is in the letter?”

“I did a little work, opened it, and re-sealed it because it’s all sealed tight with wax and stamped with his personal seal. The only thing in the letter is, “I found the souvenir you were looking for.”

“I see.”

I’m assuming he means Alesia when he says “souvenir.” They wouldn’t, however, attack a farm guarded by guards, would they? This would result in a war between countries. I hope they aren’t that stupid.

Even though I am aware of this in my head, I am uneasy for some reason.

We’re heading to the farm now, Gil.

“What? What about your work?”

“I’ll take care of it later.”

—○

After that, Mark exited the room.

He needed to get to the farm as quickly as possible. That was his thought as he spurred his horse. In addition to Gil, there were six guards behind him.

—○

If all goes well, I’ll buy them a drink. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little agitated.” I can only laugh at that. That’s what I tell myself when I ride my horse. I squint against the afternoon sun and wipe the sweat from my eyes. For some reason, I feel a strong sense of urgency.

A soldier from the farm escort is approaching us from the front, horse in tow.

“Your Highness, Herrud’s men are here!”

“I can see them!”

We rush our horses through the slums and into view of the farm.

“!”

Herrud’s men wrestle with the royal guards at the gate. Herrud’s guards have swords in their sashes. If one of them draws their sword, it’s a matter of national discussion.

“What are you doing?!”

“Your Highness, Herrud’s men are trying to enter the farm and will not leave!”

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Mark dismounted and dashed over to Herrud.

“What are you doing to my people?!”

“Well, well. If It’s the Crown Prince—we’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just taking a tour of a very wealthy farm in the desert. However, these people get in the way.”

They must have heard the commotion. The adults from the farm are inside the gate, looking at them from a distance.

“This is the Queen’s favorite farm. I’m sorry, but I’d like you to submit a formal tour application.”

“Oh. Since when? Isn’t this just a regular farm run by a commoner? What’s the problem with that? At the very least, we can look around.”

“No!”

Herrud walks up to Mark with a smug smile on his face.

“Is that so? Okay, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll go through the formalities, and we’ll return to this farm.

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