Chapter 57. Chicks following Mabel Chicken2020.08.18.
For some reason, the news got in late, but Dad came to see me late.
“…a monster!”
“It’s not a dog, but a person with an anvil. It’s not an attack, it’s a sighting.”
“Fine-.”
“Fine.”
It was easy for me to cope with my father, perhaps because I had already comforted Oscar once. My dad, who was interrupted every time, sighed and checked every part of my body.
“It’s okay.”
I was relieved only after confirming that there were no scratches. my dad asked me
“So what’s going on with my baby in the library?”
It was as if he was saying ‘I can’t even read’ with his eyes. It was unfair for me, who had learned all the writing by self-study, but I couldn’t reveal the fact.
“Yes. See the picture book and see.”
“picture book? Did you say it was a picture book?”
“Yes?”
“picture book. It’s a picture book… yes.”
‘No, wait a minute.’
An ominous feeling crept up. When my father suddenly muttered to himself during a conversation and started thinking about something, there was always something troubling.
‘Could it be again this time?’
As if he had made up his mind on something, Dad nodded and made a solemn declaration.
“I will give you all the picture books in the world.”
“…ok?”
“Hello!”
Not listening to my doctor, Dad left the bedroom calling loudly for someone.
“Dad!”
I called for my father, but he quickly disappeared without looking back. I stared at my father’s back as he disappeared with a sense of absurdity. I woke up late
‘I’m sorry, tree!’
Today, one more karma has increased.
“me. If you drop it, you’ll go to hell…?”
While thinking of the trees that would be sacrificed without guilt, I realized that there was nothing I could do. It is because there is no one to stop my father who even gave away the throne even though he said he did not like it. How the hell do you use such ridiculous imagination? My dad, but I really couldn’t understand.
“Ehh.”
Picture books should be donated or donated later. Taking advantage of the absence of people in the bedroom, I took out the genealogy of the royal family I had stolen from the library in a secret room. It had to be put back before someone noticed the genealogy was gone. There is no need to look at the genealogy of the ancestors in the previous section. I opened the last page of the royal family tree.
“Mabel Maeve… Yogita.”
Mabel Gardenia Ermano. And on it was Oscar’s name. I moved one space up from my name and looked at the collateral of the Ermano family.
“Ooh. later!”
And only found one. To be honest, I was dubious, but I didn’t know if I could find it like this. I thought there might not be. [Dylan Levy Langard. Renesmee Sch Langarde.] They are said to be the children of my father’s sister, so to me they were Gojong’s cousins. I’d never heard of it, but I think my aunt married the emperor of the Langard Empire and gave birth to a child.
“Joe. Because you only need to use one of the two…”
What I was about to do was to hand over the throne. Oscar doesn’t want to become an emperor even if he dies, and I don’t fit the aptitude for being an emperor, so I have no choice but to find another suitable person! Since the throne could not be handed down to someone completely unknown, it was necessary to find someone with the blood of the Hermano family. Those were cousins. I didn’t know the circumstances of the Langard Empire, so I didn’t know which of the two was the successor, so I needed to investigate. At least one of the two isn’t the heir, right? Just in time, Aidan knocked on the balcony window.
“Come on.”
“What are you looking at?”
“Hwang family genealogy. I’m going to have a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of In that sense, Marinde…”
I put my hands together and looked up at Aidan sadly. Then he flinched and took a step back.
‘Why? Are my eyes so burdensome?’
He quietly untied his hands and squeezed the hem of Aidan’s clothes. It was because it seemed that Aidan would run away if he kept going backwards. Aidan looked at the seized hem once and then at my face.
“Aidan. Show me a favor.”
“yes?”
“Ah, oh, oh, this is very important. If you reveal it, I’ll give you grapefruit jam cookies later.”
“You don’t have to give it.”
“no. I’m asking you to do something personally, but I have to repay you!”
Somehow, Aidan’s face seems to have darkened. Is it because he doesn’t want to listen to my request?
“If you don’t like it, don’t tell me…”
It’s hard to find bird feed these days, but if you find it somehow and coax the tweeters, you might be able to get some information. As I secretly let go of Aidan’s clothes, he hurriedly grabbed my hand. Aidan’s hands were cold, so I was startled involuntarily. Aidan looked down at me.
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“…?”
“even alittle.”
To be honest, I almost felt a bit sad, but I’m glad it didn’t bother me. No matter how much Aidan is my knight, our real relationship is not a simple master-servant relationship. There was no reason to unconditionally listen to my request.
“Thank you for saying that.”
“So what are you asking for?”
“Is that true? Can you investigate the Langard Empire? Especially around Dylan Levy Langarde and Renesmee Schue Langarde.”
“Langard, you mean the empire in the west?”
“yes.”
“All right.”
Aidan accepted my request without asking further. This eliminates the need to beg tweeters.
‘Even tweeters are scary these days…’
He said he didn’t come often and tried to peck me with his beak. Following the squeakers, the tweeters have become bullies. On the other hand, look at Aidan. Not once did he rip me off or treat me like a hogu. Again, gratitude to Aidan welled up. For some reason, I shook Aidan’s hand, which I was still holding, and laughed.
“If you do your research well, I will give you a lot of Keiku!”
“…”
Then Aidan’s expression darkened again as before.
‘Actually, isn’t my request annoying…?’
I also had to seriously think about whether I had asked for anything.
***
Letters addressed to the emperor flooded in after the founding banquet. Gustav, who received and checked them instead, was almost dying.
‘Stop sending it if you don’t want to die!’
How nice it would be if it was just an insignificant letter asking how they are doing. Unfortunately, most of the letters were marriage proposals. Humans who deserved their lives couldn’t push their sons into the imperial family because of what they were possessed by.
“It’s not that I don’t understand that feeling, but…”
His Majesty must be so cute. In particular, Mabel at the founding banquet was indeed a legend. It was so lovable that everyone fell in love with it, and it was enough to become the center of the topic at once. Gustav smiled heartily, remembering Mabel’s smiling face. After a while, coming to his senses, Gustav looked at the letters. Gustav, who had already been through the same situation when Mabel was just one year old, had a lesson learned then.
‘It’s firewood.’
Gustav constantly tossed correspondence into the stove as a substitute for firewood. If Esteban’s pile of marriage proposals were discovered, there would be only death. Gustav wanted to live a long and thin life. On a spring day, the fireplace in the office burned brightly. After diligently opening the letters, Gustav burned only the marriage proposal, leaving only two pieces of paper in his hands. One was a tea party invitation from Emily Javier, and the other was a letter from Abelardo in the Holy Kingdom. The tea party invitation only says hello and invites, so I passed it lightly. The problem was Abelardo’s correspondence. Gustav opened the letter slightly nervously. However, unlike the tension, there was nothing special about the content.
“what. It’s a report about the dispatch of a new teaching priest.”
It was an agenda related to the education of the emperor, one of the contents of the agreement three years ago. It was the content that a new priest had started on the recommendation of God King Michael Abelardo. Since the distance from the Holy Kingdom is not too far, the teaching priest will arrive soon after the letter arrives.
“The priests who have come so far have been dissatisfied with it.”
All of them, steeped in aspirations to teach the Emperor well and take him to Abelardo, all of them walked out in complete disbelief. On the other hand, His Majesty the baby, after class, laughed as if he didn’t know anything. What kind of class is taking place in the parlor?
“This time, it must be different since it is a priest recommended by the God King himself…”
Gustav muttered softly and poured the rest of the marriage proposals into the fireplace.
***
“Mmm. It’s embarrassing…”
I stared at the tea party invitation with both hands resting on my chin. Contrary to her cute appearance, Emily’s handwriting was very elegant. Gustav, who had been lingering behind, added hintingly.
“It means inviting His Majesty to a tea party.”
“I see…”
Pretending not to be able to read is quite tiring. I strongly felt the need to invite a teacher as soon as possible and learn to write. It’s a concept that doesn’t know how to read, so even if you go to the library, you have to show notice and pretend you can’t read the letters. It’s too annoying.
“Gustav Izana. I am Duke Javier.”
“Neither do I.”
“By the way, Enrique is a bitch.”
“…!”
Gustaf opened his eyes wide and suddenly began to scan his surroundings.
“Why are you asking?”
“I think Prince Enrique will die.”
“Why does Enrique live…?”
“There is such a thing. You don’t have to know His Majesty.”
“Chi.”
Glancing at Gustav, he didn’t tell me why. I sighed and looked at the invitation again. There is a friendship that has been built up while exchanging letters with Enrique, and Emily was a kind and cute child. Apart from disliking Duke Javier, the children were really lovely and cute. But Duke Donovan’s advice continued to haunt him. After all, it must mean that it is better not to get close to the Javier family.
“Anyway, I still have some tea party dates left, so I won’t reply right away.”
“Date? Did I mention the date?”
Oops. I hurriedly straightened my expression and looked up at Gustav with a stern face.
“Gustav told me earlier. babu. Are you close?”
“Did I…?”
“Oops. Tell me earlier!”
After all, in an argument, the one who speaks out loud wins. Gustav scratched his head and said, ‘Did I do that…’ and then left the bedroom.
‘Gustav. sorry.’
I put the invitation in the drawer and sat down on the bed. Then, the sheep, who had been sleeping curled up for a nap, suddenly raised its head and shouted.
[What is it!]
“Moga?”
[I feel a strong energy. what? Who is it?]
“Strong energy?”
[Oh, it’s gone.]
It was the exact time I was going to question Yang’s unknown words. Gustav, who had just left the bedroom, came back.
“your majesty. A guest has arrived.”
“customer? What?”
“yes. It is said that Abelardo’s teaching priest has just arrived.”
***
The left father, Uoska, and Miss Balchie headed to the throne room with Lisandro and Aidan lined up behind them.
“Why are you all following me? It’s just a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
He stopped, looked around, and said dissatisfiedly. Then Dad answered, avoiding my gaze.
“Isn’t it natural for the father to follow his daughter on her way, Mabel?”
“hmm.”
When I turned to Oscar, he replied pathetically with his shoulders drooping.
“I’m worried about you, Mabel…”
“Ummm.”
I lowered my head and looked at the sheep.
[What you looking at! Are you going because that energy got caught in your heart? Aren’t they following Mabel?]
Aidan and Lisandro are my escort knights, so it’s natural for them to follow me, so I didn’t bother looking at them.
“Ehh…”
Can I really control these humans and Shinsoo? I was not confident. All the way to the audience room, the eyes of the people who glanced at me were burdensome.
‘This… that’s it. Chicks following the mother hen.’
Suddenly becoming a mother chicken, I entered the audience room with a heavy sense of responsibility.
“Come on, let’s sit down.”
When I stretched out my arms, my father lifted me up and seated me on the throne. When the humans and divine beasts settled down in the same position as when they came, the priest of Abelardo, who had been waiting, came inside. The first thing that caught my eye was her gorgeous golden hair. His head was lowered, so his face could not be seen.
‘what. Why is it so familiar?’
I tilted my head and carefully watched the priest introducing himself.
“God bless you Yelium. My name is Hael, servant of God.”
I tilted my head the other way. It was as if I had somehow heard the voice.
“Raise your head.”
I deliberately solemnly ordered. After all, it’s important to get a head start on a first meeting. A gust of wind blew the man’s short blond hair. And slowly, his face was revealed. I opened my mouth and pointed at the man. Golden hair and red eyes. It was definitely the unidentified man I saw in the library.
“dog!”
When I was about to shout that it was a gangster, I saw a man’s hand gesture that seemed to say ‘shhh’.
“…dog?”
My father, who narrowed his eyes, asked quietly. I thought that I had to deal with it somehow, so I cried out involuntarily.
“-copper!”
It’s a frog…
