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I was certain she was going to ask about Sovieshu. Or perhaps Prince Heinley or Viscountess Verdi. I didn’t expect her to ask about this.

Why her? I stared at Rashta, and she answered in a small voice.

I thought I heard wrong. Easy?

I frowned at her, and she carefully examined my face.

Rashta hesitated, twisting her hands together.

She looked up in embarrassment, then waved her hands in protest.

She didn’t seem to believe me.

I sighed. She was asking me because she didn’t understand? That was worse in my view. It was better if she had some idea what she was saying, but if she was asking out of ignorance, she could unintentionally tarnish someone’s reputation. At the very least, it was fortunate that she was asking this when there were only the two of us.

Rashta gave a small “yes”, and I turned around and walked back to the western palace. However, even after I returned to my room and spoke with my ladies-in-waiting, Rashta’s strange question continued to gnaw at me.

Presently, Rashta was disliked and shunned in society. Although the popular Duke Elgy sided with her, it would not be easy to restore her image. If she was interested in gossip...

Countess Eliza gave a chuckle at the story.

Noblemen falling in love with Duchess Tuania was not an unusual occurrence. I wondered if Rashta was trying to shift the topic of gossip towards someone else. Was I worrying for nothing? Well, in any case, Rashta didn’t have the social clout to influence people. It had only been a day since Duke Elgy met her as well, and there was no way he could spread strange rumors for her either.

However, I felt uneasy as I remembered the way Rashta constantly glanced at Duchess Tuania at the New Year’s ball.

Countess Eliza’s face twisted.

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I kept busy with preliminary research about Rwibt I compiled information from tourists, merchants, and explorers who were recently at the Hwa continent, but their time was spare and they couldn’t abandon their jobs.

I was so busy that I forgot my birthday was coming. Surprisingly, it was Sovieshu that brought it up.

I was just finishing the imperial budget before submitting it for approval to Sovieshu. At Sovieshu’s sudden reminder, I put my feather pen down on the inkwell. It took me a few seconds before I realized what he was talking about.

Sovieshu chuckled as if he found my dazed reply amusing.

It was a teasing remark.

I flipped through my schedule, and Sovieshu spoke up again.

I nodded, and Sovieshu stretched himself lightly as he reminisced.

This time I smiled. In the Eastern Empire, there was a story of a wish tree, and superstition had it that if you made a wish while planting a tree, it would come true.

When I was a princess I was very short for my age, and I found it especially stressful when I was always surrounded by adults. After worrying alone, with no one to share these feelings with, I finally planted a wish tree. The rule was that I had to shovel the ground and plant the seedlings myself. However, I was young and small, and after a few hours of inefficient digging, I hugged the seedling and passed out from exhaustion. When I woke up, I found Sovieshu digging the hole.

Shoveling was a tough job, so I relented and allowed Sovieshu to do it. After digging a decent-sized hole, I placed the seedling in it and covered the base with dirt. I put my hands together and made a wish, and Sovieshu said, “What did you wish for?”

After that I felt unwell with body aches, and Sovieshu got into trouble because his palms were ragged. Sovieshu was always taller and stronger than I was, but he was still young too.

The ends of my mouth tipped up in a smile. When I looked at Sovieshu, I saw him smiling as if he were remembering as well.

I smiled wordlessly, picking up the feather pen again and looking down at my papers.

A bitter feeling mixed in with the memories. After all, my wish was not about my height. Back then, I prayed that Sovieshu and I would keep a good relationship for the rest of our lives.

...But it didn’t come true.