The second day of tutoring.
Early in the morning, Illian woke up to the nanny’s knocking.
He whined and changed his clothes after pretending to be a sleepy little kid.
If it was other kids, it would be the time to be annoyed because they didn’t want to get up, but morning was Illian’s favorite time.
The reason was simple. Because it was time to start the day with Rosena over breakfast.
After all the preparations, Illian hurried to the dining room.
Rosena arrived earlier than Illian and was drinking tea. Sitting across from Rosena, Illian looked around to see if Yerhan was coming.
But there were only two sets of plates on the table. Yerhan had left the palace in the morning.
Illian’s feeling of being able to take over Rosena’s attention all morning shot through the air.
“Umm, Dad, must be hungwy too…”
Illian pretended to look for Yerhan, even though he didn’t want to see him.
Then Rosena patted Illian on the head, saying he was nice.
When food filled the table, Illian pretended to be picky on purpose.
“I don’t like beans, I don’t like carrots, I don’t like green peppers.”
When Rosena was picking out all the vegetables with a fork, she sat next to him and took care of the food that Illian picked.
Without getting angry, she always waited until Illian ate. Then Illian ate each bite slowly. He was pretending to be slow.
After a laid back meal with Rosena, Illian calmly entered the study room to take the Imperial Language class.
Illian sat in a chair and stared out blankly.
This reminded him of the time he went to see the emperor and empress a few days ago.
There, Rosena was slapped by the empress.
Illian wanted to jump on the empress right away, but he held it in. If things got bigger there, it would be impossible to deal with.
Illian was young, but he was roughly looking at how the imperial situation worked.
The crown prince, who will succeed the throne, has yet to be married. In addition, the emperor had only few children, and there was a possibility that the crown would come to Illian.
The empress was keeping such Yerhan and Illian in check. So Illian was maintaining his pretense of being a moron.
“Haa, I can’t wait to grow up.”
Illian sighed deeply. He didn’t like his size, which was small for a six-year-old.
It was far from enough to protect Rosena.
There would be a lot of dangers while they were in the Imperial Palace, but he was currently just Rosena’s burden and weakness.
Illian, who had been depressed for a while, looked up.
“Should I learn swordsmanship?”
If he was going to hire a tutor, he was seriously considering learning swordsmanship, which he had never learned before.
The door opened, and the tutor he met yesterday, Grior, came inside.
He looked even stiffer overnight. He looked at Illian without putting his bag down.
“We’re having an outdoor class today.”
Illian uttered a little huff and rose from his seat.
Maybe he was changing places because he was afraid Rosena’s gonna come running again like yesterday, but Illian wondered if it was Grior’s will.
Illian quietly escaped from the Prince Palace, following Grior.
As he came out, warm sunshine poured out and cool winds blew.
The weather was so nice that it was sad to go out with Grior alone.
Grior, who took the lead, headed toward a deserted backyard.
Illian watched the backyard in the sun.
The backyard that Rosena and he used to have time together was now fully established and has drawn out a small charm.
Illian turned to Rosena’s cherished flower garden.
The flower garden, helped by small animals, was bloomed by numerous flowers.
There were also rare flowers that could not be seen anywhere else in the Imperial Palace.
As they walked inside the backyard, he saw the back gate.
Unlike the main gate, the back gate was small and was not repaired properly, making it look like an abandoned gate.
But Illian knew well that Yerhan was in and out through that door.
It was the time when Illian, who unknowingly recalled Yerhan, narrowed his eyebrows.
Grior, who stopped sharply, looked around and turned toward Illian.
“Huu…”
After confirming that there was no one around, Grior exhaled loudly, and asked openly.
“Are you acting?”
Illian stopped walking at the direct question. Illian tilted his head with a look of ignorance.
“What?”
Grior narrowed his eyebrows as he pretended to be naive.
Looking at him like this, everything he saw yesterday felt like a dream.
He blinked because he thought he really saw it wrong, but a sharp voice stuck in his ear.
“Weren’t you disappointed because I’m a fool?”
Only then did Grior come to his senses. He didn’t see it wrong yesterday either.
Grior crumpled his forehead at the sight of Illian, who became as clever as fast as turning his hands upside down.
It was because what Illian said was not wrong. Yesterday, Grior was deeply disappointed to come to the unwanted Third Prince Palace.
He had already received the advance payment, so he came reluctantly, not being able to return it.
Since this had happened, he decided to teach the prince’s son, but he was annoyed because Illian was an idiot and not intelligent enough…..
“Why are you acting like a fool…?”
Illian passed the stupid muttering Grior and headed to the flower garden.
Grior clenched his fist at Illian’s attitude to ignore him altogether.
By today, following yesterday, his pride had long been in tatters.
“What on earth do you want?”
“Nothing. You can do proper teaching.”
Illian wryly said, and didn’t even pay attention to Grior because he was looking at the flowers.
Grior’s sense of reason was cut off by irritation from being continuously disregarded.
Extremely angry, he strode toward Illian.
“Who do you think wants to come to this rubbish palace?”
Grior trampled on the flower garden that Illian was looking at. When the blooming flowers fell by his feet, Illian screamed.
“Don’t step on it!”
Illian reacted violently to the fact that only a few flowers stepped on.
“My mother planted it!!”
Illian’s face turned pale. Tears filled the eyes of Illian when he saw the broken flower.
No matter how mature he was compared to his peers, he was still a child who wanted to protect what his mother cherished.
It was when Illian ran into Grior.
“What are you doing?”
Grior turned his head in surprise at someone’s voice.
There was a man standing in front of the back gate, which he thought was an abandoned gate.
It was none other than the third prince, Yerhan.
Grior stared blankly at the back gate. Yerhan began to approach one step at a time.
Yerhan, who stopped in front of Grior, asked with an expressionless face.
“I asked you what you were doing.”
Grior’s hands began to dampen with cold sweat.
He was going to lightly end the conversation, but he lost his temper for a moment because he was angry. But he didn’t expect the third prince to show up himself.
“Tha, that’s…”
As Grior slurred, Yerhan crossed his arms. He didn’t touch Illian, but he cried out.
Even the backyard garden was trampled and ruined. It was clear that it would not end with just being kicked out.
Grior, who was imagining what was about to come, became bitter. On the contrary, it was Illian who had been acting out to his heart’s content.
Yesterday, he was hit with a book, and today he tried to conduct a proper class, but he was ignored.
Moreover, Illian was so cunning that he was able to pretend to be nice in front of others.
Grior tried to appeal to Yerhan for injustice. But Yerhan’s words were faster.
‘Did you make the child cry?”
Grior instinctively realized that no matter what he said, Yerhan wouldn’t believe it.
In front of Grior, who was quick to shut up, Yerhan looked around the trampled flower garden and said.
“The backyard is a mess, too.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Grior replied in a weak voice, and Yerhan pointed impassively at the back door.
“Go away.”
…Is that it?
Grior looked up at Yerhan with a puzzled face.
Yerhan, who was standing in front of him, still expressionless, quickly looked at him and asked what he was doing.
Realising this was his last chance, Grior sprang up from his position. His legs were shaking as if they were about to collapse, but nothing was more important than getting out of this place now.
As Grior scurried away as if he was being chased, Illian glanced at Yerhan.
He didn’t seem to like the way he just let him go.
Illian wiped away the tears that had risen and muttered in a petulant way.
“You should’ve hired the right man. You don’t have an eye for people.”
Yerhan’s eyebrows were bent. But he answered without much hesitation.
“Have you finished crying?”
“I didn’t cry.”
“By the way, Rosena would be worried if we let him go.”
When Rosena’s name came out, Illian flinched.
“Suddenly the tutor quit, so she might think you might have a problem.”
The words hardened Illian’s face. Illian, who immediately became gloomy, looked up at Yerhan with urgency.
He didn’t want to be hated by Rosena even if he had to die.
Yerhan looked at Illian with a meaningful face.
“But there’s one way…”
Illian nodded. Anything was fine if he could not let Rosena down.
Illian sighed as he listened silently to Yerhan’s plan.
His plan wasn’t bad, but he was in a hurry to find out if the damn Grior would accept the offer.
“Will you do that?”
“…Okay.”
Illian answered, no longer dealing with Yerhan, and walked straight to the flower garden.
The flowers that were in full bloom were trampled on by Grior’s old feet and could not raise their heads.
And Illian knew better than anyone how much Rosena tried to nurture these flowers.
She will be really sad to know that the flowers were trampled while fighting with the tutor.
Illian squatted down and picked out the flowers whose stems were bent.
It might have been less obvious if the flowers were moved and planted.
As Illian quietly touched the soil, Yerhan asked.
“Playing with dirt?”
He looked at him as if saying ‘Does it look like it?’, and he could hear the following words.
Illian was too bothered to answer, but he said to himself in a small voice.
“Mom planted it herself… but I thought it would be less noticeable if I did this.”
Yerhan closed his mouth.
Yerhan, who was watching the back of Illian, approached.
Sitting next to him, he began to pick a broken flower without saying a word.
Not refusing to get dirty hands, the two silently scooped out the soil.
The two did not forget to pat and cover the soil after the process of moving and planting the flowers.
The bunch of flowers shrunk a little, but looking at them like this, they looked like persimmons.
Yerhan and Illian looked at each other’s faces.
Let’s keep today’s affair a secret from Rosena.
That was how it was a day of secrets between them.
***
As soon as he came out of the Imperial Palace, Grior breathed out his long breath.
He felt like he was dying like a herbivore chased by a beast.
Looking up at the Imperial Palace wall, he couldn’t believe he was there until just now.
Grior, who could not be relieved just by leaving the palace, plopped down and walked to a deserted place.
“How did I end up like this…?”
Grior muttered to himself, tearing his head off.
He was just going to fix his habit a little, but he didn’t expect to be kicked out in two days.
He was even spotted by the prince himself, not anyone else….
“Is there no… punishment?”
Was he just fired?
Grior, confused and looked up at the Imperial Palace fortress once again.
However, the third prince only said that he should not come from tomorrow onwards.
Then that meant he wasn’t going to be reprimanded.
It was a shame, but he didn’t even ask for the advance payment back, so it would have been better to forget it as it was.
Grior rose from his position and brushed off his shabby pants as it had a lot of dirt.
He had a hard time yesterday and today, so he was going to go home and rest well.
He was going back, getting a new job, and a drink.
Grior, who was walking along the main road, caught a carriage.
It would take a whole day to walk home as he was currently stuck at the end of the capital.
On board the carriage, Grior leaned half way against the seat.
Maybe because he was tired, he felt drowsy like crazy.
Grior, who started dozing off, was asleep for a long time.
Then, he opened his eyes to the rattling sound when the carriage shook.
Grior, who came to his senses, immediately looked out of the window.
“Huh?”
There was a very unfamiliar landscape outside, not the scenery he usually saw.
“Where is this?”
Grior looked around with a bewildered look.
He wanted to tell the horseman that he had taken the wrong road, but the wheels were rolling frighteningly fast.
The surrounding area became increasingly deserted, creating a gloomy atmosphere with white trees.
Obviously, the sun was in the sky, but it was dark everywhere because of the dense shade of the trees.
Grior, who was anxious, opened the window and tried to call the horseman.
At that moment, the carriage shook loudly and stopped.
Grior shuddered in the carriage. While he was terrified, silence continued outside the carriage.
No sound was heard, as if he was left alone in a quiet space.
How long has it been? Grior, who had been left neglected for a long time, thought it was no time for this.
Grior pulled his hand toward the carriage door to escape. But the door was locked from the outside and stuck.
“What the hell….!”
He pulled it with his hands and pushed it with his weight.
Grior, who was perplexed, screamed. But all that came back was silence.
Grior, who was making all sorts of fuss, was worn out.
All he could do now was wait for the carriage door to open.
It was after a long wait that he heard a sound from outside.
At the same time as Grior leaned forward, the carriage door opened wide. Then someone burst into the carriage.
“!”
Grior’s pupils were dilated to a point where they could no longer be enlarged.
Sitting opposite him was none other than the third prince, Yerhan.
Grior opened his mouth, and as he was doing so, one more person got into the carriage.
The child who entered after the prince was Illian.
The carriage quickly became a torture chamber atmosphere.
Grior’s face turned white in an instant.
Is he going to die here by any chance?
Grior’s forehead was wet with cold sweat. His glasses also slipped under his nose because of sweat.
A frightening silence continued, and Yerhan opened his mouth first.
“I’ll make a suggestion”
The word made Grior stand up straight away.
“Whether to do your best to teach without telling the story about Illian, or….”
Yerhan’s eyes reached Grior.
He said, pointing to the floor of the carriage.
“I’ll bury you here.”
“Ha… huk!”
Grior gasped without realizing it.
It was because he instinctively realized that Yerhan’s words were not a joke.
“If you do your best as a tutor, it won’t be bad for you.”
Yerhan, who said so, pointed to the Illian.
“He’ll pretend to be a fool for the time being, but he’ll stop it later, so you can get the credit for teaching him.”
No, wait, did Yerhan know Illian is a snake?
Grior opened his lips in shock again.
When he didn’t answer, Illian said, sweeping his head up.
“It seems like he doesn like it.”
“I don’t think it’s a bad suggestion though.”
Yerhan asked with a look. ‘Are you sure you didn’t like it?’
Grior now realized that if he didn’t answer correctly, he’ll really be buried here.
He straightened up, saying in a tight voice.
“N, no! I will do my best.”
Yerhan nodded satisfactorily after hearing the answer from him, and said with a sudden thought.
“Oh, and don’t step on the flowers.”
Why did it sound like he said, ‘if you step on it, your neck will fly to the river’?
Grior vowed to stay away from the backyard in the future.
The second day of tutoring.
Early in the morning, Illian woke up to the nanny’s knocking.
He whined and changed his clothes after pretending to be a sleepy little kid.
If it was other kids, it would be the time to be annoyed because they didn’t want to get up, but morning was Illian’s favorite time.
The reason was simple. Because it was time to start the day with Rosena over breakfast.
After all the preparations, Illian hurried to the dining room.
Rosena arrived earlier than Illian and was drinking tea. Sitting across from Rosena, Illian looked around to see if Yerhan was coming.
But there were only two sets of plates on the table. Yerhan had left the palace in the morning.
Illian’s feeling of being able to take over Rosena’s attention all morning shot through the air.
“Umm, Dad, must be hungwy too…”
Illian pretended to look for Yerhan, even though he didn’t want to see him.
Then Rosena patted Illian on the head, saying he was nice.
When food filled the table, Illian pretended to be picky on purpose.
“I don’t like beans, I don’t like carrots, I don’t like green peppers.”
When Rosena was picking out all the vegetables with a fork, she sat next to him and took care of the food that Illian picked.
Without getting angry, she always waited until Illian ate. Then Illian ate each bite slowly. He was pretending to be slow.
After a laid back meal with Rosena, Illian calmly entered the study room to take the Imperial Language class.
Illian sat in a chair and stared out blankly.
This reminded him of the time he went to see the emperor and empress a few days ago.
There, Rosena was slapped by the empress.
Illian wanted to jump on the empress right away, but he held it in. If things got bigger there, it would be impossible to deal with.
Illian was young, but he was roughly looking at how the imperial situation worked.
The crown prince, who will succeed the throne, has yet to be married. In addition, the emperor had only few children, and there was a possibility that the crown would come to Illian.
The empress was keeping such Yerhan and Illian in check. So Illian was maintaining his pretense of being a moron.
“Haa, I can’t wait to grow up.”
Illian sighed deeply. He didn’t like his size, which was small for a six-year-old.
It was far from enough to protect Rosena.
There would be a lot of dangers while they were in the Imperial Palace, but he was currently just Rosena’s burden and weakness.
Illian, who had been depressed for a while, looked up.
“Should I learn swordsmanship?”
If he was going to hire a tutor, he was seriously considering learning swordsmanship, which he had never learned before.
The door opened, and the tutor he met yesterday, Grior, came inside.
He looked even stiffer overnight. He looked at Illian without putting his bag down.
“We’re having an outdoor class today.”
Illian uttered a little huff and rose from his seat.
Maybe he was changing places because he was afraid Rosena’s gonna come running again like yesterday, but Illian wondered if it was Grior’s will.
Illian quietly escaped from the Prince Palace, following Grior.
As he came out, warm sunshine poured out and cool winds blew.
The weather was so nice that it was sad to go out with Grior alone.
Grior, who took the lead, headed toward a deserted backyard.
Illian watched the backyard in the sun.
The backyard that Rosena and he used to have time together was now fully established and has drawn out a small charm.
Illian turned to Rosena’s cherished flower garden.
The flower garden, helped by small animals, was bloomed by numerous flowers.
There were also rare flowers that could not be seen anywhere else in the Imperial Palace.
As they walked inside the backyard, he saw the back gate.
Unlike the main gate, the back gate was small and was not repaired properly, making it look like an abandoned gate.
But Illian knew well that Yerhan was in and out through that door.
It was the time when Illian, who unknowingly recalled Yerhan, narrowed his eyebrows.
Grior, who stopped sharply, looked around and turned toward Illian.
“Huu…”
After confirming that there was no one around, Grior exhaled loudly, and asked openly.
“Are you acting?”
Illian stopped walking at the direct question. Illian tilted his head with a look of ignorance.
“What?”
Grior narrowed his eyebrows as he pretended to be naive.
Looking at him like this, everything he saw yesterday felt like a dream.
He blinked because he thought he really saw it wrong, but a sharp voice stuck in his ear.
“Weren’t you disappointed because I’m a fool?”
Only then did Grior come to his senses. He didn’t see it wrong yesterday either.
Grior crumpled his forehead at the sight of Illian, who became as clever as fast as turning his hands upside down.
It was because what Illian said was not wrong. Yesterday, Grior was deeply disappointed to come to the unwanted Third Prince Palace.
He had already received the advance payment, so he came reluctantly, not being able to return it.
Since this had happened, he decided to teach the prince’s son, but he was annoyed because Illian was an idiot and not intelligent enough…..
“Why are you acting like a fool…?”
Illian passed the stupid muttering Grior and headed to the flower garden.
Grior clenched his fist at Illian’s attitude to ignore him altogether.
By today, following yesterday, his pride had long been in tatters.
“What on earth do you want?”
“Nothing. You can do proper teaching.”
Illian wryly said, and didn’t even pay attention to Grior because he was looking at the flowers.
Grior’s sense of reason was cut off by irritation from being continuously disregarded.
Extremely angry, he strode toward Illian.
“Who do you think wants to come to this rubbish palace?”
Grior trampled on the flower garden that Illian was looking at. When the blooming flowers fell by his feet, Illian screamed.
“Don’t step on it!”
Illian reacted violently to the fact that only a few flowers stepped on.
“My mother planted it!!”
Illian’s face turned pale. Tears filled the eyes of Illian when he saw the broken flower.
No matter how mature he was compared to his peers, he was still a child who wanted to protect what his mother cherished.
It was when Illian ran into Grior.
“What are you doing?”
Grior turned his head in surprise at someone’s voice.
There was a man standing in front of the back gate, which he thought was an abandoned gate.
It was none other than the third prince, Yerhan.
Grior stared blankly at the back gate. Yerhan began to approach one step at a time.
Yerhan, who stopped in front of Grior, asked with an expressionless face.
“I asked you what you were doing.”
Grior’s hands began to dampen with cold sweat.
He was going to lightly end the conversation, but he lost his temper for a moment because he was angry. But he didn’t expect the third prince to show up himself.
“Tha, that’s…”
As Grior slurred, Yerhan crossed his arms. He didn’t touch Illian, but he cried out.
Even the backyard garden was trampled and ruined. It was clear that it would not end with just being kicked out.
Grior, who was imagining what was about to come, became bitter. On the contrary, it was Illian who had been acting out to his heart’s content.
Yesterday, he was hit with a book, and today he tried to conduct a proper class, but he was ignored.
Moreover, Illian was so cunning that he was able to pretend to be nice in front of others.
Grior tried to appeal to Yerhan for injustice. But Yerhan’s words were faster.
‘Did you make the child cry?”
Grior instinctively realized that no matter what he said, Yerhan wouldn’t believe it.
In front of Grior, who was quick to shut up, Yerhan looked around the trampled flower garden and said.
“The backyard is a mess, too.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Grior replied in a weak voice, and Yerhan pointed impassively at the back door.
“Go away.”
…Is that it?
Grior looked up at Yerhan with a puzzled face.
Yerhan, who was standing in front of him, still expressionless, quickly looked at him and asked what he was doing.
Realising this was his last chance, Grior sprang up from his position. His legs were shaking as if they were about to collapse, but nothing was more important than getting out of this place now.
As Grior scurried away as if he was being chased, Illian glanced at Yerhan.
He didn’t seem to like the way he just let him go.
Illian wiped away the tears that had risen and muttered in a petulant way.
“You should’ve hired the right man. You don’t have an eye for people.”
Yerhan’s eyebrows were bent. But he answered without much hesitation.
“Have you finished crying?”
“I didn’t cry.”
“By the way, Rosena would be worried if we let him go.”
When Rosena’s name came out, Illian flinched.
“Suddenly the tutor quit, so she might think you might have a problem.”
The words hardened Illian’s face. Illian, who immediately became gloomy, looked up at Yerhan with urgency.
He didn’t want to be hated by Rosena even if he had to die.
Yerhan looked at Illian with a meaningful face.
“But there’s one way…”
Illian nodded. Anything was fine if he could not let Rosena down.
Illian sighed as he listened silently to Yerhan’s plan.
His plan wasn’t bad, but he was in a hurry to find out if the damn Grior would accept the offer.
“Will you do that?”
“…Okay.”
Illian answered, no longer dealing with Yerhan, and walked straight to the flower garden.
The flowers that were in full bloom were trampled on by Grior’s old feet and could not raise their heads.
And Illian knew better than anyone how much Rosena tried to nurture these flowers.
She will be really sad to know that the flowers were trampled while fighting with the tutor.
Illian squatted down and picked out the flowers whose stems were bent.
It might have been less obvious if the flowers were moved and planted.
As Illian quietly touched the soil, Yerhan asked.
“Playing with dirt?”
He looked at him as if saying ‘Does it look like it?’, and he could hear the following words.
Illian was too bothered to answer, but he said to himself in a small voice.
“Mom planted it herself… but I thought it would be less noticeable if I did this.”
Yerhan closed his mouth.
Yerhan, who was watching the back of Illian, approached.
Sitting next to him, he began to pick a broken flower without saying a word.
Not refusing to get dirty hands, the two silently scooped out the soil.
The two did not forget to pat and cover the soil after the process of moving and planting the flowers.
The bunch of flowers shrunk a little, but looking at them like this, they looked like persimmons.
Yerhan and Illian looked at each other’s faces.
Let’s keep today’s affair a secret from Rosena.
That was how it was a day of secrets between them.
***
As soon as he came out of the Imperial Palace, Grior breathed out his long breath.
He felt like he was dying like a herbivore chased by a beast.
Looking up at the Imperial Palace wall, he couldn’t believe he was there until just now.
Grior, who could not be relieved just by leaving the palace, plopped down and walked to a deserted place.
“How did I end up like this…?”
Grior muttered to himself, tearing his head off.
He was just going to fix his habit a little, but he didn’t expect to be kicked out in two days.
He was even spotted by the prince himself, not anyone else….
“Is there no… punishment?”
Was he just fired?
Grior, confused and looked up at the Imperial Palace fortress once again.
However, the third prince only said that he should not come from tomorrow onwards.
Then that meant he wasn’t going to be reprimanded.
It was a shame, but he didn’t even ask for the advance payment back, so it would have been better to forget it as it was.
Grior rose from his position and brushed off his shabby pants as it had a lot of dirt.
He had a hard time yesterday and today, so he was going to go home and rest well.
He was going back, getting a new job, and a drink.
Grior, who was walking along the main road, caught a carriage.
It would take a whole day to walk home as he was currently stuck at the end of the capital.
On board the carriage, Grior leaned half way against the seat.
Maybe because he was tired, he felt drowsy like crazy.
Grior, who started dozing off, was asleep for a long time.
Then, he opened his eyes to the rattling sound when the carriage shook.
Grior, who came to his senses, immediately looked out of the window.
“Huh?”
There was a very unfamiliar landscape outside, not the scenery he usually saw.
“Where is this?”
Grior looked around with a bewildered look.
He wanted to tell the horseman that he had taken the wrong road, but the wheels were rolling frighteningly fast.
The surrounding area became increasingly deserted, creating a gloomy atmosphere with white trees.
Obviously, the sun was in the sky, but it was dark everywhere because of the dense shade of the trees.
Grior, who was anxious, opened the window and tried to call the horseman.
At that moment, the carriage shook loudly and stopped.
Grior shuddered in the carriage. While he was terrified, silence continued outside the carriage.
No sound was heard, as if he was left alone in a quiet space.
How long has it been? Grior, who had been left neglected for a long time, thought it was no time for this.
Grior pulled his hand toward the carriage door to escape. But the door was locked from the outside and stuck.
“What the hell….!”
He pulled it with his hands and pushed it with his weight.
Grior, who was perplexed, screamed. But all that came back was silence.
Grior, who was making all sorts of fuss, was worn out.
All he could do now was wait for the carriage door to open.
It was after a long wait that he heard a sound from outside.
At the same time as Grior leaned forward, the carriage door opened wide. Then someone burst into the carriage.
“!”
Grior’s pupils were dilated to a point where they could no longer be enlarged.
Sitting opposite him was none other than the third prince, Yerhan.
Grior opened his mouth, and as he was doing so, one more person got into the carriage.
The child who entered after the prince was Illian.
The carriage quickly became a torture chamber atmosphere.
Grior’s face turned white in an instant.
Is he going to die here by any chance?
Grior’s forehead was wet with cold sweat. His glasses also slipped under his nose because of sweat.
A frightening silence continued, and Yerhan opened his mouth first.
“I’ll make a suggestion”
The word made Grior stand up straight away.
“Whether to do your best to teach without telling the story about Illian, or….”
Yerhan’s eyes reached Grior.
He said, pointing to the floor of the carriage.
“I’ll bury you here.”
“Ha… huk!”
Grior gasped without realizing it.
It was because he instinctively realized that Yerhan’s words were not a joke.
“If you do your best as a tutor, it won’t be bad for you.”
Yerhan, who said so, pointed to the Illian.
“He’ll pretend to be a fool for the time being, but he’ll stop it later, so you can get the credit for teaching him.”
No, wait, did Yerhan know Illian is a snake?
Grior opened his lips in shock again.
When he didn’t answer, Illian said, sweeping his head up.
“It seems like he doesn like it.”
“I don’t think it’s a bad suggestion though.”
Yerhan asked with a look. ‘Are you sure you didn’t like it?’
Grior now realized that if he didn’t answer correctly, he’ll really be buried here.
He straightened up, saying in a tight voice.
“N, no! I will do my best.”
Yerhan nodded satisfactorily after hearing the answer from him, and said with a sudden thought.
“Oh, and don’t step on the flowers.”
Why did it sound like he said, ‘if you step on it, your neck will fly to the river’?
Grior vowed to stay away from the backyard in the future.
