Chapter 8
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While Asha tilted her head at the Emperor’s strange conclusion, the servant, who had been holding his breath, flinched.
“The granddaughter?”
The Emperor has always called his grandchildren imperial children. It was the same for his sons. It meant they would be treated only as a member of the imperial family, not as a family member.
“I have an item coming in a few days, so I’ll send it to you.”
Was he even giving her something else? The servant thought back to see if the Emperor had acted like this before and remembered that it was the first time since the imperial son had left the palace that he had performed this way. And that he never personally gave anything to the imperial son.
“What? Oh, no. The chef helped me a lot, too. And I’m going to go home now…”
It was the moment when Asha tried to finish her words without knowing what the servant was thinking and was embarrassed. Asha stopped talking and opened her eyes wide.
Asha’s eyes were reflecting an illusion. The translucent shawl the emperor was wearing fluttered as if it were moving freely.
‘Uh…Huh?’
The end of the shawl spread softly and loosely came closer and closer until he even brushed her forehead and cheeks. Even though Asha faltered in surprise, the Emperor pointed outside the study without blinking an eye.
“Was the chef Pavel Marca? I’ll give him a prize too, so know that. It’s late, so you should guide the Princess to bed now.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The attendant quickly bowed his head, holding down the joy of being freed from the entrance to hell. Asha opened her mouth at the sudden decision to stay in the imperial palace longer, eventually, her back with her shoulders drooping.
The study door closed behind her back was like a wall. Symbolizing a lack of understanding between the Emperor and her.
‘So why was His Majesty so curious about who made the cake?’
She feared the chef would be in trouble, but it ended without her knowing what was happening. If it were like this, she would’ve just sent the chef!
‘And what the hell was that shawl?’
The servant didn’t seem to see anything. Was it only seen in her own eyes? Asha was curious about its identity but she thought she didn’t care because she wanted to return home quickly.
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The Emperor looked down at the empty bowl.
The mysterious cake, which had a sweet and bitter taste and a crispy and moist texture quickly, was a new taste even for the Emperor. The Emperor had a disposition not to enjoy sweets as a luxury, but he was not very ignorant of gastronomy. If he made something this big, he called the chef because he thought it was worth giving a prize.
However…
– I made it for you, Your Majesty!
Even after the youngest son, who was so clever that he was singled out as the successor, abandoned everything and left the palace as if he were running away, the Emperor confirmed the news of him occasionally. That’s how he heard the news that his youngest granddaughter was born.
However, it has not only been about Yuriev and her granddaughter. The same goes for his other grandchildren. Meeting such relatives for the first time in 10 years did not cause any particular feelings. However, it would be a lie if he said he was not very interested in the light green eyes of the little girl talking.
“Shamal.”
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in at the name the emperor muttered to himself. It was a wind that could not blow in the study with the door all closed.
“Did she see you?”
Answering the Emperor’s question was a translucent shawl that had enveloped him so far. Rising like a wave, it quickly turned into the wind.
The wind hurriedly hastes from a translucent boy to an older man without raising dust before the emperor. It was a genuinely bizarre sight.
This was one of the two heads of the double-headed eagle, the symbol of their imperial ancestors.
It was the “King of Spirits.”
It is an existence that symbolizes the divinity of the empire, a credential that only the Emperor could wield and those who could not dare to challenge the throne.
Among them, the one in front of the Emperor was Shamal, the Spirit of the Wind.
Even after the spirit ceremony, it took decades for the emperor to see the invisible spirit with his naked eyes. No one in the Empire even knew that they could see the true nature of the Spirit. Famous scholars treat it as an old story and study it.
But did his young granddaughter, who just turned 10, see the traces of the Spirit King, even if it’s just a shadow?
‘I’ll have to keep an eye on her.’
“…but still a little peach?”
Come to think of it, it wasn’t wrong either. The wind moved around while the Emperor smirked and folded the wrinkles around his eyes. The shape became a dog, a cow, a person, and a bird, and it came and went busily.
“What’s so interesting?”
Did this spirit, who had lived for a long time that humans can’t even think of it, have something curious and unique left? The shape of the wind paused for the first time at the Emperor’s question.
“What?”
The wind burst out laughing as the Emperor raised his eyebrows.
“What?”
“…”
The Emperor was silent for a moment. He knew the youngest son’s family, who left the imperial family, living in poverty. Although he thought it was because she was still young that such a granddaughter only wanted to return home even after seeing the luxurious palace, a corner of his heart was agitated for no reason.
The shadow of his beloved youngest son seemed to be seen.
‘Don’t tell me you’ve inherited a ruffian temperament.’
“… that kind of temper must resemble her father.”
The Emperor clicked his tongue. Meanwhile, the shape of the wind was changing around.
“Your yesterday is a long way off.”
But it was like yesterday for the Emperor, too. The youngest son in his memory still had the face of a young man.
But now, the youngest son’s daughter has come to the palace. A girl who baked a small cake for him, saying she made it for him, seems to have popped out of an unknown rabbit hole.
“…I heard she signed a contract with the spirit of the little bird. Is that right?”
For a moment, Shamal’s ever-changing appearance stopped. It looked strange because it stopped at the moment when a giant lizard turned into a rose. Shamal said again as the Emperor frowned at the bizarre landscape.
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While Asha tilted her head at the Emperor’s strange conclusion, the servant, who had been holding his breath, flinched.
“The granddaughter?”
The Emperor has always called his grandchildren imperial children. It was the same for his sons. It meant they would be treated only as a member of the imperial family, not as a family member.
“I have an item coming in a few days, so I’ll send it to you.”
Was he even giving her something else? The servant thought back to see if the Emperor had acted like this before and remembered that it was the first time since the imperial son had left the palace that he had performed this way. And that he never personally gave anything to the imperial son.
“What? Oh, no. The chef helped me a lot, too. And I’m going to go home now…”
It was the moment when Asha tried to finish her words without knowing what the servant was thinking and was embarrassed. Asha stopped talking and opened her eyes wide.
Asha’s eyes were reflecting an illusion. The translucent shawl the emperor was wearing fluttered as if it were moving freely.
‘Uh…Huh?’
The end of the shawl spread softly and loosely came closer and closer until he even brushed her forehead and cheeks. Even though Asha faltered in surprise, the Emperor pointed outside the study without blinking an eye.
“Was the chef Pavel Marca? I’ll give him a prize too, so know that. It’s late, so you should guide the Princess to bed now.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The attendant quickly bowed his head, holding down the joy of being freed from the entrance to hell. Asha opened her mouth at the sudden decision to stay in the imperial palace longer, eventually, her back with her shoulders drooping.
The study door closed behind her back was like a wall. Symbolizing a lack of understanding between the Emperor and her.
‘So why was His Majesty so curious about who made the cake?’
She feared the chef would be in trouble, but it ended without her knowing what was happening. If it were like this, she would’ve just sent the chef!
‘And what the hell was that shawl?’
The servant didn’t seem to see anything. Was it only seen in her own eyes? Asha was curious about its identity but she thought she didn’t care because she wanted to return home quickly.
━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━
The Emperor looked down at the empty bowl.
The mysterious cake, which had a sweet and bitter taste and a crispy and moist texture quickly, was a new taste even for the Emperor. The Emperor had a disposition not to enjoy sweets as a luxury, but he was not very ignorant of gastronomy. If he made something this big, he called the chef because he thought it was worth giving a prize.
However…
– I made it for you, Your Majesty!
Even after the youngest son, who was so clever that he was singled out as the successor, abandoned everything and left the palace as if he were running away, the Emperor confirmed the news of him occasionally. That’s how he heard the news that his youngest granddaughter was born.
However, it has not only been about Yuriev and her granddaughter. The same goes for his other grandchildren. Meeting such relatives for the first time in 10 years did not cause any particular feelings. However, it would be a lie if he said he was not very interested in the light green eyes of the little girl talking.
“Shamal.”
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in at the name the emperor muttered to himself. It was a wind that could not blow in the study with the door all closed.
“Did she see you?”
Answering the Emperor’s question was a translucent shawl that had enveloped him so far. Rising like a wave, it quickly turned into the wind.
The wind hurriedly hastes from a translucent boy to an older man without raising dust before the emperor. It was a genuinely bizarre sight.
This was one of the two heads of the double-headed eagle, the symbol of their imperial ancestors.
It was the “King of Spirits.”
It is an existence that symbolizes the divinity of the empire, a credential that only the Emperor could wield and those who could not dare to challenge the throne.
Among them, the one in front of the Emperor was Shamal, the Spirit of the Wind.
Even after the spirit ceremony, it took decades for the emperor to see the invisible spirit with his naked eyes. No one in the Empire even knew that they could see the true nature of the Spirit. Famous scholars treat it as an old story and study it.
But did his young granddaughter, who just turned 10, see the traces of the Spirit King, even if it’s just a shadow?
‘I’ll have to keep an eye on her.’
“…but still a little peach?”
Come to think of it, it wasn’t wrong either. The wind moved around while the Emperor smirked and folded the wrinkles around his eyes. The shape became a dog, a cow, a person, and a bird, and it came and went busily.
“What’s so interesting?”
Did this spirit, who had lived for a long time that humans can’t even think of it, have something curious and unique left? The shape of the wind paused for the first time at the Emperor’s question.
“What?”
The wind burst out laughing as the Emperor raised his eyebrows.
“What?”
“…”
The Emperor was silent for a moment. He knew the youngest son’s family, who left the imperial family, living in poverty. Although he thought it was because she was still young that such a granddaughter only wanted to return home even after seeing the luxurious palace, a corner of his heart was agitated for no reason.
The shadow of his beloved youngest son seemed to be seen.
‘Don’t tell me you’ve inherited a ruffian temperament.’
“… that kind of temper must resemble her father.”
The Emperor clicked his tongue. Meanwhile, the shape of the wind was changing around.
“Your yesterday is a long way off.”
But it was like yesterday for the Emperor, too. The youngest son in his memory still had the face of a young man.
But now, the youngest son’s daughter has come to the palace. A girl who baked a small cake for him, saying she made it for him, seems to have popped out of an unknown rabbit hole.
“…I heard she signed a contract with the spirit of the little bird. Is that right?”
For a moment, Shamal’s ever-changing appearance stopped. It looked strange because it stopped at the moment when a giant lizard turned into a rose. Shamal said again as the Emperor frowned at the bizarre landscape.
While Asha tilted her head at the Emperor's strange conclusion, the servant, who had been holding his breath, flinched.The granddaughter?The Emperor has always called his grandchildren imperial children. It was the same for his sons. It meant they would be treated only as a member of the imperial family, not as a family member.I have an item coming in a few days, so I'll send it to you.Was he even giving her something else? The servant thought back to see if the Emperor had acted like this before and remembered that it was the first time since the imperial son had left the palace that he had performed this way. And that he never personally gave anything to the imperial son.What? Oh, no. The chef helped me a lot, too. And I'm going to go home nowIt was the moment when Asha tried to finish her words without knowing what the servant was thinking and was embarrassed. Asha stopped talking and opened her eyes wide.Asha's eyes were reflecting an illusion. The translucent shawl the emperor was wearing fluttered as if it were moving freely.UhHuh?'The end of the shawl spread softly and loosely came closer and closer until he even brushed her forehead and cheeks. Even though Asha faltered in surprise, the Emperor pointed outside the study without blinking an eye.Was the chef Pavel Marca? I'll give him a prize too, so know that. It's late, so you should guide the Princess to bed now.Yes, Your Majesty.The attendant quickly bowed his head, holding down the joy of being freed from the entrance to hell. Asha opened her mouth at the sudden decision to stay in the imperial palace longer, eventually, her back with her shoulders drooping.The study door closed behind her back was like a wall. Symbolizing a lack of understanding between the Emperor and her.So why was His Majesty so curious about who made the cake?'She feared the chef would be in trouble, but it ended without her knowing what was happening. If it were like this, she would've just sent the chef!And what the hell was that shawl?'The servant didn't seem to see anything. Was it only seen in her own eyes? Asha was curious about its identity but she thought she didn't care because she wanted to return home quickly.The Emperor looked down at the empty bowl.The mysterious cake, which had a sweet and bitter taste and a crispy and moist texture quickly, was a new taste even for the Emperor. The Emperor had a disposition not to enjoy sweets as a luxury, but he was not very ignorant of gastronomy. If he made something this big, he called the chef because he thought it was worth giving a prize.However I made it for you, Your Majesty!Even after the youngest son, who was so clever that he was singled out as the successor, abandoned everything and left the palace as if he were running away, the Emperor confirmed the news of him occasionally. That's how he heard the news that his youngest granddaughter was born.However, it has not only been about Yuriev and her granddaughter. The same goes for his other grandchildren. Meeting such relatives for the first time in 10 years did not cause any particular feelings. However, it would be a lie if he said he was not very interested in the light green eyes of the little girl talking.Shamal.Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in at the name the emperor muttered to himself. It was a wind that could not blow in the study with the door all closed.Did she see you?Answering the Emperor's question was a translucent shawl that had enveloped him so far. Rising like a wave, it quickly turned into the wind.The wind hurriedly hastes from a translucent boy to an older man without raising dust before the emperor. It was a genuinely bizarre sight.This was one of the two heads of the double-headed eagle, the symbol of their imperial ancestors.It was the King of Spirits.It is an existence that symbolizes the divinity of the empire, a credential that only the Emperor could wield and those who could not dare to challenge the throne.Among them, the one in front of the Emperor was Shamal, the Spirit of the Wind.Even after the spirit ceremony, it took decades for the emperor to see the invisible spirit with his naked eyes. No one in the Empire even knew that they could see the true nature of the Spirit. Famous scholars treat it as an old story and study it.But did his young granddaughter, who just turned 10, see the traces of the Spirit King, even if it's just a shadow?I'll have to keep an eye on her.'but still a little peach?Come to think of it, it wasn't wrong either. The wind moved around while the Emperor smirked and folded the wrinkles around his eyes. The shape became a dog, a cow, a person, and a bird, and it came and went busily.What's so interesting?Did this spirit, who had lived for a long time that humans can't even think of it, have something curious and unique left? The shape of the wind paused for the first time at the Emperor's question.What?The wind burst out laughing as the Emperor raised his eyebrows.What?The Emperor was silent for a moment. He knew the youngest son's family, who left the imperial family, living in poverty. Although he thought it was because she was still young that such a granddaughter only wanted to return home even after seeing the luxurious palace, a corner of his heart was agitated for no reason.The shadow of his beloved youngest son seemed to be seen.Don't tell me you've inherited a ruffian temperament.' that kind of temper must resemble her father.The Emperor clicked his tongue. Meanwhile, the shape of the wind was changing around.Your yesterday is a long way off.But it was like yesterday for the Emperor, too. The youngest son in his memory still had the face of a young man.But now, the youngest son's daughter has come to the palace. A girl who baked a small cake for him, saying she made it for him, seems to have popped out of an unknown rabbit hole.I heard she signed a contract with the spirit of the little bird. Is that right?For a moment, Shamal's ever-changing appearance stopped. It looked strange because it stopped at the moment when a giant lizard turned into a rose. Shamal said again as the Emperor frowned at the bizarre landscape.
