Chapter 43
Aiorin became the first notable figure to stealthily infiltrate Princess Muriela’s bedroom while she was asleep.
The reincarnated Sylvius had waited politely on the rooftop, after all. What a gentleman.
Sure, sneaking into someone’s bedroom might be considered a criminal act, but she was the grandmother.
A grandmother can visit her granddaughter’s room, can’t she? Just… not usually through the window.
“This is strange…”
Solinor’s scent was still strong.
There was no doubt his soul was closely connected to this child.
Meanwhile, Wendy had summoned Zephyr outside the window to privately reprimand him.
‘Hey, you, yes, you.’
‘Y-yes? What’s the matter?’
Faced with a far superior senior spirit who had existed long before him, Zephyr was visibly trembling.
His semi-transparent antennae quivered nervously.
‘Who told you it was okay to get named by Princess Muriela without my permission?’
‘Wait, what? Was I supposed to ask for permission?’
‘Of course! You didn’t know that?’
Naturally, no such rule existed.
Wendy lied as effortlessly as she exhaled—though she didn’t need to breathe in the first place.
‘I’m sorry. Who do I need permission from?’
‘From me, obviously! I had my eye on her first.’
‘…?’
Zephyr was completely baffled, a question mark practically hovering above his head.
What did she mean by “had her eye on”?
‘Fine, I’ll let it go since you’ve already been named.’
‘Wait, were you planning to get named by Princess Muriela yourself, senior?’
‘What? How dare you? I got my name over a century ago!’
‘…?’
Then why was she scolding him?
Zephyr wanted to voice his confusion but knew better.
Complaints didn’t need logic; they just happened because someone was in a bad mood.
‘Anyway, it’s unacceptable that a little breeze like you got named by someone I’ve been watching! I can’t tolerate this!’
‘But you already have a name, don’t you?’
‘So what?’
‘Then… what do you want?’
‘…’
This time, Zephyr landed a critical hit.
Wendy had no answer.
Her behavior was irrational from the start, picking a fight without a valid reason.
‘Ahem! Just… be careful from now on. Got it?’
‘Yes, I’ll be careful.’
Zephyr had no idea what he was supposed to be careful about, but the scolding ended there.
That was all that mattered.
Wendy’s half-baked nagging skills, learned from her time wandering Silbrenoa’s barracks, failed to achieve anything meaningful.
Zephyr was finally set free.
He quickly returned to the bedroom to keep his promise of staying by Princess Muriela’s side.
Technically, he’d already broken it by leaving, but what else could he do when summoned by a senior?
When he got back, he noticed something odd.
The spirit whose presence he had sensed earlier was now hovering over the sleeping princess.
‘Excuse me, do you need something from the princess, Spirit Mage?’
‘Oh, what a cute little baby spirit! Were you the one by the princess’s side during the event?’
‘Yes, that’s me.’
Though Muriela hadn’t learned how to do it yet, experienced Spirit Mages like Aiorin could communicate with spirits without speaking aloud.
Thanks to this, they could converse without waking Muriela.
Zephyr was awestruck by the overwhelming spirit energy radiating from Aiorin and the numerous spirits surrounding her.
Wow, being one of her spirits must feel amazing.
Wait! No, he couldn’t betray Princess Muriela!
It seemed betrayal was a recurring theme with spirits.
Even young Zephyr was tempted the moment he encountered a superior Spirit Mage.
‘Now, I’ll wake the princess to have a little chat. Feel free to amuse yourself in the meantime.’
Without waiting for Zephyr’s response, Aiorin began gently shaking Muriela awake.
“Mm… What is it…? Is it breakfast already…?”
“Come now, wake up.”
“Ugh… Aiorin… I’ll eat later…”
“…What?”
‘Why is this kid calling my name?’
Aiorin was momentarily baffled.
Of course, it wasn’t strange for her granddaughter to know her grandmother’s name.
Even if Muriela weren’t her granddaughter, Aiorin and Solinor were renowned figures in Silbrenoa, so their names were widely known.
However, hearing her name from a sleepy child she had just woken up? That was certainly odd.
There was no reason for her name to come up in this situation.
Moreover, considering Muriela’s age, she must have been born long after Aiorin had left the royal palace.
‘Did this kid… do something while calling my name? Wait, could it be… did she call my name while… sharing love with someone?!’
Aiorin’s imagination quickly spiraled into an absurd scenario that defied all reason and moral boundaries.
But as she thought it through, she realized that couldn’t be the case.
After closely observing Muriela from head to toe, Aiorin could tell the child was unquestionably pure and innocent.
Yes, elves could discern such things. Truly an extraordinary race.
However, the mystery surrounding Muriela only deepened.
Deciding to find answers, Aiorin resolved to wake her up. Asking directly was the best option.
With a quick tug, Aiorin pulled the blanket off Muriela.
The child’s body reflexively curled up against the sudden chill.
Without hesitation, Aiorin shook her gently but persistently.
The spirits outside had already soundproofed the door, so no noise could escape.
Still, Aiorin felt it was better to wake her granddaughter softly.
“Come on, wake up.”
“Mm…”
Unable to resist the persistent nudges, Princess Muriela rubbed her eyes and sat up.
The next moment, she realized the person waking her wasn’t Bianca or Florina.
Startled, she leaned back and fell onto the soft mattress behind her.
“H-huh?”
“Hm… So, you’re Princess Muriela?”
“Yes, I am.”
Aiorin, still in disguise, wondered why the newly crowned sixth queen was in her room.
How had she even gotten in?
Still, they were now royal family members.
It was best to maintain a good image and foster a positive relationship.
“I need to ask you something. What’s your relationship with Solinor?”
“…?”
‘Well… I am Solinor himself.’
Of course, saying that would only make her sound insane.
She had to respond differently.
Then again, wasn’t he simply her grandfather?
But why was this woman asking?
Muriela, unable to grasp Aiorin’s intent, gave a standard answer.
“Well, King Solinor is my grandfather.”
“Hmm… Is that all?”
“What else could there be?”
Aiorin was just as perplexed.
For all her free-spirited and reckless nature, her current situation was delicate.
After all, Muriela was only eight years old.
Moreover, she was her granddaughter.
It wasn’t as if Aiorin could resort to the interrogation tactics she used to extract information in the past—grabbing collars and shaking people down.
She wasn’t evil, just a bit rough around the edges.
Still, her means were limited.
“I can sense Solinor’s scent on you. And it’s extremely strong.”
“Excuse me?”
‘Is this woman insane?’
Why was a complete stranger talking about smelling her?
And how could someone barely in their twenties claim to know Solinor, who had passed long before she was born?
Wait, how had she even entered the room?
The window was broken!
Had she come in through there?
Was she some kind of magician?
And what excuse could Muriela give Bianca and Florina this time?
Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of questions, Muriela’s mind raced.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm… Are you sure you don’t know?”
“Yes…”
In truth, if Aiorin had revealed her true face, this situation would have been resolved instantly.
Solinor would have recognized her immediately and caused a commotion.
But, being the scatterbrained pair they were, Aiorin hadn’t realized she was still in disguise.
At that moment, Aiorin remembered a critical detail.
“You had your spirit send me a message saying, ‘Solinor, descend.’ Are you denying that too?”
“Why would that message go to you, auntie?”
Snap.
Aiorin’s forehead metaphorically cracked, a symbol of her rising irritation.
Solinor had unwittingly committed a grave sin: calling her “auntie”, one of the most disliked terms among women.
Technically, she was his father’s wife, so the term “auntie” made sense.
But in this context, the correct term should have been “queen.”
Solinor’s careless choice of words ignited a silent fury.
“Of course it came to me. Who else would it go to?”
“Well, that’s…”
How could this woman understand the words of spirits?
Her ears looked human, after all.
Had Wendy made a mistake?
She had mentioned knowing Aiorin, who lived in the Fey Forest.
Trusting spirits had been a mistake.
Deciding to go on the offensive, Solinor countered.
“And who are you to ask me such things, auntie? That’s private information.”
Snap.
Now there were two metaphorical cracks on Aiorin’s forehead.
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