Rosemary acted as if anything could be done because of her pretty looks and noble pedigree, but Elaine never condoned it. She hated Elaine very much and avoided him as if he were a bug. She couldn’t stand in his way.
What in the hell happened? Why does Rosemary’s body, which doesn’t have any magic, feel like it has spirit magic? thought Elaine.
Then Rosemary looked back at him, her dazzling blue eyes weren’t always so full of pride. Her eyes looked like they were purely concerned about him and he could sense that she was shaking because of fear that something would happen to him. Her eyes were overflowing with admiration for him and he could see that she would give her life for his. Elaine had many followers and disciples, but there was only one who had shown such pure affection for him, and he remembered her name right away, Iris.
A child who had foretold from the moment he first met her that she would be his most powerful and pure friend. Neither age nor gender could separate their friendship. Elaine was going to kill Rosemary when he had found out that Iris had died. His heart was torn to pieces when Iris, who didn’t even know what was going on at the hands of the lunatic Rosemary, died. He couldn’t possibly forgive Rosemary. He didn’t mind being a traitor. But, there’s no Rosemary. Iris is in there. There’s no way he had it wrong. Elaine was convinced. No matter what Iris looked like now, he wasn’t mistaken. She was his only child and friend; it could never have been someone else.
As Elaine reached out, the chief urgently shouted. “Stop it!” Numerous swords were heard cutting through the air, but Elaine did not step back. He hugged Rosemary, or Iris, with a thankful heart.
“Rosemary, do you know how worried uncle was about you, Queen?” And he told them about the relationship.
The moment he hugged her, Iris knew. The teacher had figured out it was her! How did he know that? It had taken time for her to figure out that she was in another body. How could the teacher have noticed so quickly? Iris hugged him back with tears in her eyes. It was her teacher whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. She’d always been part of his life, although she had lived apart from him for years, she had never forgotten him. She was lonely and missed him, and finally, they were reunited.
“Thank you.” Choking back her tears, Iris could barely answer.
The teacher’s words taught her two things at that moment: First, he knew who Iris was; secondly, it should not be promulgated. She had no choice but to pretend to be Rosemary. She was relieved because there was only one person in the world that she looked up to and she knew that everything was going to be okay.
Bewildered, King Sidrain looked at the uncle and niece hugging each other with suspicion. As far as he knew, Rosemary hated her uncle, the respected Great Wizard Elaine. It was not enough for him to only express his dislike for her, he’d also nicknamed her ‘mad Rosemary’ because of her vulgarity. The two of them were opposite. ‘Rosemary will rot if you touch the tip of her finger’, he’d say. Elaine didn’t hide his hatred of Rosemary.
Elaine was a tough vitriolic as opposed to a nice face. Born in a noble family, he lived with a golden spoon or diamond spoon in his mouth from an early age and was a self-indulgent human being. Iris Elaine was the only daughter that he cherished, and she was the person with whom he professed to be the only friend that he shared his heart with. The King thought therefore that Elaine would have come running to kill Rosemary agonizingly.
Sidrain turned his head and looked at the chief, and the chief of staff quickly lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, silently acknowledging that he had no idea what was going on either.
“Sir Elaine, didn’t you have something to say?” Sidrain asked with his arms crossed.
Elaine patted Rosemary and raised his head, grinning as he said: “There is a strange rumor about my disciple being murdered, Your Grace. My disciple is a child who had no reason to be killed and I would like to investigate to restore her honor. So I’m here to ask you to cooperate with the City’s Security Bureau.”
The atmosphere in the room had changed completely. A while ago, he was determined to drop a bomb and commit murder, but now Elaine was his usual self. No one could explain his change of heart. Was he impressed that Rosemary stood in his way? It was completely absurd!
Sidrain admitted obediently that Rosemary couldn’t stand blocking someone’s sword; this selfish wild cat!
Rosemary acted as if anything could be done because of her pretty looks and noble pedigree, but Elaine never condoned it. She hated Elaine very much and avoided him as if he were a bug. She couldn’t stand in his way.
What in the hell happened? Why does Rosemary’s body, which doesn’t have any magic, feel like it has spirit magic? thought Elaine.
Then Rosemary looked back at him, her dazzling blue eyes weren’t always so full of pride. Her eyes looked like they were purely concerned about him and he could sense that she was shaking because of fear that something would happen to him. Her eyes were overflowing with admiration for him and he could see that she would give her life for his. Elaine had many followers and disciples, but there was only one who had shown such pure affection for him, and he remembered her name right away, Iris.
A child who had foretold from the moment he first met her that she would be his most powerful and pure friend. Neither age nor gender could separate their friendship. Elaine was going to kill Rosemary when he had found out that Iris had died. His heart was torn to pieces when Iris, who didn’t even know what was going on at the hands of the lunatic Rosemary, died. He couldn’t possibly forgive Rosemary. He didn’t mind being a traitor. But, there’s no Rosemary. Iris is in there. There’s no way he had it wrong. Elaine was convinced. No matter what Iris looked like now, he wasn’t mistaken. She was his only child and friend; it could never have been someone else.
As Elaine reached out, the chief urgently shouted. “Stop it!” Numerous swords were heard cutting through the air, but Elaine did not step back. He hugged Rosemary, or Iris, with a thankful heart.
“Rosemary, do you know how worried uncle was about you, Queen?” And he told them about the relationship.
The moment he hugged her, Iris knew. The teacher had figured out it was her! How did he know that? It had taken time for her to figure out that she was in another body. How could the teacher have noticed so quickly? Iris hugged him back with tears in her eyes. It was her teacher whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. She’d always been part of his life, although she had lived apart from him for years, she had never forgotten him. She was lonely and missed him, and finally, they were reunited.
“Thank you.” Choking back her tears, Iris could barely answer.
The teacher’s words taught her two things at that moment: First, he knew who Iris was; secondly, it should not be promulgated. She had no choice but to pretend to be Rosemary. She was relieved because there was only one person in the world that she looked up to and she knew that everything was going to be okay.
Bewildered, King Sidrain looked at the uncle and niece hugging each other with suspicion. As far as he knew, Rosemary hated her uncle, the respected Great Wizard Elaine. It was not enough for him to only express his dislike for her, he’d also nicknamed her ‘mad Rosemary’ because of her vulgarity. The two of them were opposite. ‘Rosemary will rot if you touch the tip of her finger’, he’d say. Elaine didn’t hide his hatred of Rosemary.
Elaine was a tough vitriolic as opposed to a nice face. Born in a noble family, he lived with a golden spoon or diamond spoon in his mouth from an early age and was a self-indulgent human being. Iris Elaine was the only daughter that he cherished, and she was the person with whom he professed to be the only friend that he shared his heart with. The King thought therefore that Elaine would have come running to kill Rosemary agonizingly.
Sidrain turned his head and looked at the chief, and the chief of staff quickly lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, silently acknowledging that he had no idea what was going on either.
“Sir Elaine, didn’t you have something to say?” Sidrain asked with his arms crossed.
Elaine patted Rosemary and raised his head, grinning as he said: “There is a strange rumor about my disciple being murdered, Your Grace. My disciple is a child who had no reason to be killed and I would like to investigate to restore her honor. So I’m here to ask you to cooperate with the City’s Security Bureau.”
The atmosphere in the room had changed completely. A while ago, he was determined to drop a bomb and commit murder, but now Elaine was his usual self. No one could explain his change of heart. Was he impressed that Rosemary stood in his way? It was completely absurd!
Sidrain admitted obediently that Rosemary couldn’t stand blocking someone’s sword; this selfish wild cat!
