Chapter 21
“A Spirit Mage?”
“That’s right. Quite the talent, isn’t it?”
Solinor hadn’t considered this possibility.
However, upon reflection, it made sense.
His elven wife, Aiorin, was undoubtedly an extraordinary Spirit Mage, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think that their descendants in the Silbrenoa royal family might inherit such a talent.
“Then, it’s not just me. The other princes and princesses might also have the talent of a Spirit Mage, including Eldric.”
“Indeed, that’s possible. But I must tell you, despite my visits to the royal palace over the years, I’ve never felt the presence of a spirit influenced by humans.
However, after your soul returned to this world last month, I visited the palace and noticed a faint presence of something there.”
“So, does that mean no other members of the royal family besides Muriela have the talent of a Spirit Mage?”
“To be precise, it’s highly likely that your presence in Princess Muriela’s body awakened that talent.I couldn’t detect anything before that.”
“Hmm. So you’re saying you can sense the presence of spirits, yet someone like me, supposedly extremely talented, can’t sense a thing?”
“Hahaha, I’ve spent nearly 90 years across two lifetimes researching magic. Sensing the flow of mana is no big deal. While I can’t use Spirit Magic, I do know how to detect it. You can’t feel the presence of spirits because you haven’t consciously tried yet.”
“I haven’t been conscious of it?”
Now that he thought about it, earlier, when he floated outside the window, he had felt something—a will supporting him, almost tangible.
Could that have been a spirit?
Closing his eyes, Solinor attempted to feel the will that existed around him.
Then, he began to sense something moving faintly in the air.
Even with his eyes closed!
However, when he opened his eyes, the sensation faded.
Aiorin had always said she could clearly see the presence of spirits.
Was it because of the difference in the purity of their blood?
‘Wait, Aiorin?’
As the conversation about Spirit Mages continued, Solinor finally thought of his beloved wife.
Even during history lessons with Anton, how could he forget his wife for several weeks?
In some ways, Solinor was truly remarkable.
“Oh, right! What happened to Aiorin? I asked the history teacher, but all he said was that she had simply disappeared without a word.”
“Ah, Aiorin, you say?”
Sylvius raised his right hand to stroke an imaginary beard, then gave an awkward smile and said,
“She returned to the forest not long after your death.”
***
February 21, 761 (Sunday).
What should have been a peaceful Sunday morning—
Inside Princess Muriela’s room, Bianca was screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Ahhh! Princess! What on earth is going on?”
“Oh, no. That’s—”
“We must send people to storm the manufacturer immediately! This could’ve been catastrophic!”
“No, no, it’s not that—”
“What if the princess had leaned against the window? The consequences would’ve been unimaginable! This is an unforgivable crime!”
Solinor was at a complete loss.
This was a serious issue.
How was he supposed to calm her down?
“No, they didn’t do anything wrong! Please, just listen to me.”
“No way! Do you realize how serious this is?
The window, specially ordered for the princess’s safety, turned out to be defective! What about the royal family’s reputation?”
Since when did Bianca care about the royal family’s reputation?
Of course, it was just an excuse.
But she was genuinely furious.
Their beloved princess—no, her precious princess—could’ve fallen to her death!
“Um, Bianca. Please, I beg you, don’t make a fuss. I’ll explain everything in detail later.”
Muriela’s increasingly powerful gaze struck again today!
However, Bianca stood firm with unwavering determination.
“No matter what you say, I can’t overlook this. A critical issue like this, which could’ve led to a major accident, cannot be ignored!”
At that moment, an unfamiliar voice was heard from near the door, addressing both of them.
“Princess Muriela. By His Majesty’s orders, I will be serving you starting today. May I enter?”
For Solinor, who desperately needed a way to stop Bianca’s tirade, this was a welcome opportunity to catch his breath.
“Y-Yes, you may enter!”
As soon as Muriela granted permission, Florina opened the door and entered, bowing deeply.
“Pleased to meet you, Princess Muriela. I will serve you with utmost dedication. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you, Florina.”
Had the storm Bianca stirred finally passed?
Solinor glanced sideways at the terrifying handmaid’s face.
Gulp!
Her expression still hadn’t softened!
But now that Florina was here, it was a chance to change the subject—
“Princess. If I may ask, what happened to the window?”
Even the spy assigned to monitor the princess couldn’t suppress their curiosity upon seeing the gaping hole in the window.
Solinor, cornered!
As he desperately searched for a solution, Muriela’s overworked brain finally chose to self-destruct.
“Flying kick! Yes, a flying kick!”
“Pardon? A flying kick?”
“Princess, what are you talking about?”
“Like this, watch!”
Hop!
Muriela, channeling the spirit of a national Taekwondo demonstration team!
She jumped with all her might and kicked, but it only looked adorable.
“Princess, even if you kick like that with your tiny feet, how could it possibly dislodge a safety device?”
“I think so too, but—”
“I-I must’ve kicked it about 30 times! Look at the sweat marks here!”
Solinor turned around and showed Muriela’s back, damp and dried from sweat.
“You kicked the window 30 times in the middle of the night?”
Bianca’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Florina (undercover name) decided to report to her superiors that the princess had gone mad.
***
“Then rest for a moment and take a shower right away, okay? You shouldn’t stay sweaty like this.”
“Alright…”
After the two maids left, Solinor collapsed onto the bed and let out a deep sigh.
“Whew…”
Thanks to his quick thinking, he narrowly prevented the innocent safety device manufacturer from being ruined.
‘Ugh, I’m exhausted. Now I can finally reflect on what Sylvius told me.’
Aiorin is in the Fey Forest.
Aryen and Hadwin have retired and moved to the countryside with their children.
Hmm. Why didn’t they stay in the capital?
They’re both old, so it makes sense for them to leave, but wouldn’t it be better for their children to remain in the capital?
Among Solinor’s former companions, only Corbin remained in the capital.
Although Grimkin don’t live as long as elves, they still have long lifespans.
At just over 70 years old, Corbin was likely still in good health.
He was still serving as the royal intelligence officer, so there should be an opportunity to meet him.
However, given his position, even members of the royal family couldn’t meet him easily.
Solinor began contemplating how he could meet Corbin.
Unaware that Corbin’s subordinate was right nearby.
***
Bianca, the youngest maid, was thrilled to finally have a junior colleague.
Although Sir Hamilton, who had recently joined Princess Muriela’s inner circle, was technically a junior, he was a knight and thus a different case.
“Come on, let me introduce you to the other staff as your senior.”
She led Florina to the servants’ quarters, clearly enjoying her role as a mentor.
“This is the joy of being a senior!”
“You must be the new maid. I’m the chef responsible for meals for the princess and all of us here.”
“Oh my, how young and beautiful you are. I love the color of your hair. You can rest here when you’re not busy.”
The chef and the gardener warmly welcomed Florina.
They too were happy about the arrival of a fresh face.
After the introductions, Bianca brought Florina to meet Sir Hamilton.
He had been using the previously vacant knight’s quarters for personal training.
Glistening muscles, coated in sweat. Heavy breathing.
Had Solinor been present, he might’ve remarked, “A fine young man who doesn’t neglect his training!”
Startled by the sudden visit, Sir Hamilton greeted them with a smile and watched the two women leave.
‘I should take a break. Hmm? That green-haired woman walks a bit oddly, as if she’s trained in martial arts. Could she be from a martial family?’
Though he found it odd, Sir Hamilton dismissed the thought and returned to his own musings.
He began reflecting on the royal outing he witnessed yesterday.
At first, Princess Muriela seemed like a small, frail girl.
Her curious, upturned gaze was cute, but he couldn’t help but sigh.
‘I didn’t join the knights to spend my youth protecting a little kid like this.’
However, the princess’s actions yesterday reminded him of the legendary King Solinor from his childhood storybooks.
Down-to-earth, full of humanity, and always sincere toward his people.
The stories may have been romanticized, but King Solinor was the ideal ruler Hamilton had always dreamed of serving.
‘Is she taking after the late king? Maybe royal blood does mean something.
But if that’s true, why is the current king—ah, dangerous thoughts.’
Although he hadn’t voiced his thoughts, Sir Hamilton instinctively scanned his surroundings in unease.
Of course, no one else was in the room.
It seemed unlikely that someone as young as Princess Muriela had already learned how to captivate people.
Even if she had, could she truly act so genuinely in an unexpected situation?
Even an adult would struggle to pull that off.
Clearly, she was born with a great capacity.
‘Whew, I never thought I’d find my true liege in such an unexpected place.’
Sir Hamilton imagined a crown placed on Muriela’s doll-like head.
It would probably slide right down her tiny head and hang around her neck instead.
He chuckled to himself and resumed his personal training.
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