Chapter 8: 8

Peter Wick took out his handkerchief, and Iris looked back at Celios urgently. Because the gentleman’s handkerchief was for women.

But Celios, far from tears, was still unhappy that she had chosen the Asheri family, and only had an expression of displeasure toward them.

When Peter wiped away his tears with his handkerchief, Celios noticed him and said incredulously.

“They say that you cry a lot more when you get older.”

“Yes, I’m experiencing it five years earlier, Your Highness.”

Celios had a disapproving expression on her face, but she soon let it go because it was the sensitivity that she didn’t have that she had loved from this man by her side.

Iris smiled, rather because she had learned from the Knights of Tejas how to smile even in the face of death.

It was hidden by the shawl, so it wouldn’t have been visible, but it became something of a ritual of her own.

* * *

Sid was looking at his hand.

The sensation of the face that he touched through the cloth did not disappear from his hand.

Perhaps because of the cloth, the energy left in his hand was cold.

If she was Celios’s daughter, Iris, she was more likely to have black hair and blue eyes. Unlike the second brother, Hayer, she inherited the blood of the Lepos family.

He chose this marriage solely for the purpose of political union. It was, in his opinion, a great sacrifice.

However, after seeing the woman presumed to be Iris, fortunately, he felt that this marriage would not be that dry.

As soon as she returned to the capital, if she called the bishop to forgive her pagan sins, then she would be able to remove the cloth covering her face without shame.

Originally, if he spent one more day on the road to the capital, he was going to stop by his mother’s family, Asheri.

But now, he had a greater desire to go back to the capital and check that woman’s face than to stop by and say hello.

Unfortunately, if he does so, he’ll be scolded when he gets back to the royal castle, so of course he can’t really skip Asheri and go home.

Asheri, located on the border, was a family that always had to be managed carefully, not knowing when they would collude with their neighbouring country, Siere.

Although his mother, the queen, hid her infidelity and caused a huge stir by raising Hayer like the king’s biological child, they failed to dismiss her only with suspicion because she was a person who was a nuisance.

Sid always thought, frankly, that it would have been better for his mother to be justly punished.

That would have punished Hayer Asheri, who always made it impossible to relax.

There was a commotion outside the tent as he was drinking from his cup and thinking.

After a while, his maid rushed in.

“Y-Your Highness! The pagan lady is gone!”

“What?”

What nonsense is this?

Sid jumped out of his seat and left the tent.

“How did she disappear when the pagan’s carriage was being kept watched?”

Then a guard said in a cold sweat.

“Princess Celios said she wanted to pray together to wash away the sins of the poor pagan…”

Sid kicked the guard hard. He beat the guard who fell on the floor until he was relieved of his anger, and told his men.

“What are you doing?! How long has it been since the girl ran from here alone? Find her quickly.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Sid’s guards hastily scattered.

* * *

Iris began to walk in the meadows, believing in her invisible map.

The strong wind made loud sounds against the brown, dry grass that barely held out with its roots. The noise was erasing the sound of Iris’s footsteps.

She breathed the hot air in. She could smell the dry winter meadows.

It was winter. Even for Iris, who lived in the northern part of the country at the entrance of the alpine region, it felt strangely cold even though the temperature was higher.

Perhaps it was because there were few trees growing in this place, she thought, and the wind felt strong because of that.

On the way to this point, Iris didn’t feel very bored.

How could it be boring to traverse endless land for a week after living in a confined convent space in the northern lands?

She thought that she would like to go on a long trip again.

Open your eyes wide and look at the world clearly, so that the coldness of the air turns into warmth, and that warmth becomes cold again.

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Her ambition was to prove that the world was flowing endlessly, looking at the rocks that the waves had carved and the wind had pierced.

Iris started running when she felt that she would no longer be detected by the sound of her footsteps.

She fell unexpectedly several times on the tangled grass, but she got back up and ran.

“She couldn’t have gone far, so hurry up and find her!”

Soon after, shouts looking for her came from behind. They seemed to have caught up earlier than expected.

She heard a hound barking.

Iris forcibly pulled up her stamina that had fallen to the bottom. Out of breath, the shawl that she threw off flew away.

She decided not to think about whether the place she was looking for was close or about the dust. In the end, thinking is also an act, so she didn’t want to use her energy on it.

As she ran, she finally noticed the sound of water in her ears. She had arrived.

Iris ran onto the ice of the river, which was frozen, as expected.

The search party arrived at the river and stopped at the thickness of the ice that seemed to break at any moment.

Sid, who arrived a step late, looked at Iris standing on the thin ice that was broken here and there.

“Please come back, Miss Iris Lepos.”

Sid spoke softly, but Iris remained motionless.

Sid had his men explode the firecrackers he had brought, and the firecrackers exploded, brightening his vision.

At that moment, Sid’s eyes saw Iris’s face.

As expected, she was a typical Lepos beauty. The long end of her eyes gave off an alluring atmosphere, and her lips were thin and exceptionally red.

It was a beauty that he had seen many times in the portraits hung in the royal castle, but he felt unfamiliar with her withered face, perhaps because the background was odd.

Well, there won’t be a portrait of a Lepos woman against the backdrop of the prairie.

Iris rolled up her hair firmly in the wind. It was the way the nuns hid their hair in the veil.

“You’d better come on your own feet. That will give you the bare minimum of courtesy.”

“Don’t try to intimidate me.”

Iris’s clear voice cut through the wind.

“The wicked first prince.”

Sid Lepos is a despicable man who abandoned the throne and fled.

Iris’s image of him was clear.

Sid fled to Asheri, his mother’s family, which had a manor on the border.

Asheri was already in collusion with the enemy country, Siere, so it was no different to committing an act of treason.

However, humans probably did not seem to be judged on their sense of justice until misfortune befell them.

Sid’s expression twisted in anger at being called wicked.

“Catch her.”

“The ice is too thin, Your Highness.”

Sid looked at his subordinates, as if he were ordering what to do with just his face. Eventually, a soldier sent a hound on the ice.

Iris took out the spear she received from her parents and opened it completely. It was a spear about her height.

Iris kept her range with the spear to keep the hounds away. Sid narrowed his eyes at the sight.

What she used was the royal spear technique. Among the royalty of his own age, Sid had only seen two people who could use that style. It was himself and Hayer.

“The royal spear technique… Where did she learn that?”

The captain of the knights Sid had brought had muttered.

It was no wonder he was surprised. Even for Sid, Iris Lepos was a woman full of oddities.

Then, the ice broke where Iris was standing.

When the crack went to where it was, the hound barked and hurriedly returned to land with its survival instinct.

Meanwhile, Iris folded the spear she had and completely broke the ice.

Immediately, she fell into the water, and under the ice she was seen drifting along.

“Damn it!”

Sid gritted his teeth.

afterword 

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