Chapter 183 - I Will Take Francia's Share (1)

I will take Francias share (1)

I blinked at the last word that summed it up. Then, slowly and narrowly narrowed.

I was weak, my eyes seemed out of focus, and I couldnt even eat well.

Under the circumstances, the previous Iana loved Chaser, and she didnt get a heart back from him. And she was brought to the prison by Chaser to escape his fathers eyes.

I dont know more than that.

But could the condition of Iana at the time have anything to do with this fact?

The more I thought about it, the more strange it felt. Thats probably why Anton also talked about it. Im different from before, so he brought it up. He tilted his head and seemed to stare at me. I smiled brightly to indicate that I was fine.

Then the corners of his slightly stiffened eyes loosened. He seemed nervous.

Jaire, can I take this report and look at it?

The report that Jaire handed over was quite large to read at one time.

Judging from a glance at it, it seemed to be Ricdorians overall condition so far, the journey to The Blue Rose, and general information about the Blue Rose were written down.

The report was pretty neat, so it wasnt difficult to get an overview all at once.

Are you talking about taking it to the Miss room?

Yes.

I thought that this would be difficult, but surprisingly, Jaire graciously allowed it.

Rather, I was surprised so I asked.

Isnt this important?

Thats right. Its top secret.

Of course. The life of the Grand Duke is normally a matter of security, is it?

But, Miss, its no problem.

Why?

Because youre taking it to the most secure room in Hernim Castle right now.

I was speechless with those words.

The Grand Duke watches over you all night, who will come in and take it?

Wait.

I shook my head.

Is that person still like that?

Yes.

Jaire smiled brightly. It was clearly said on purpose.

Please scold him. He protects you without even sleeping.

.

When Ricedorian had just brought me here, I knew he stayed in front of my room without sleeping.

And I thought he was getting better now that I gave him an answer. In fact, at night, hell naturally leave the room.

I cant believe hes staying at the front door.

Are you a dog that protects the house?

My head hurt terribly. Obviously if I say dont do it.

Hell have a sullen face.

<Why not? Huh? Iana. Cant you tell me with your lips?>

<Of course you talk with your lips, right?>

<Put your lips to my lips.>

He would say something like that.

Because I actually went through it.

In a matter of a few days, I knew roughly where Ricdorians personality changed. If I just wanted to talk, hed block it by spewing out such vulgar words.

Okay, Ill tell him.

As Ive said before, no matter how strong the Red Rose is like a beast, he cant not sleep. Then hell be a god, not a human? He hardly sleeps every time he guards my room, so there is definitely a problem.

should I let him sleep in my room?

Anton and Jaire, who were just about to leave, flinched at my murmur. Jaire smiled for a moment, then smiled again.

When can I prepare for the ceremony?

What, are you going to get ahead 30 years from others?

Oh, do you have any ideas?

No. Youre talking nonsense.

I didnt lose a single word.

Jaire exhaled low and shook his head.

You think His Excellency is more naive than you guessed.

Then he said in a very serious tone.

I want you to seriously think about letting him into your room. Isnt it the same as sleeping in the same room?

Whats the matter?

Arent you asking a question without knowing it?

Me and Jaires eyes crossed.

What. I know what you want to talk about. He said this as if he was the parent of an adolescent boy.

Think carefully. Looking at the historical records of the Red Roses.

Jaire rolled his eyes. Then he twisted it playfully.

Really, it wouldnt be a joke.

***

I went back to my room after meeting Jaire. Not long after, Francia visited the room.

I didnt have much income today.

She muttered as she buried herself on the sofa in front of me. She was probably talking about a meeting that there was about a day or two left.

The conference?

Hmm

The more I see Francia, the more I remember that when I read the book, I thought the heroines older sister did good.

Maybe thats where the favorability comes from. Shes all grown up now, but I didnt hate her for acting cute like in Domulit.

Francia liked to come and talk to me. In the past few days, when Ricdorians visit was rare, it has been filled by her visits.

She buried her face in my thighs and pulled it off. In the place where Francia rested, a fresh and pure scent that went well with her remained. The scent seemed to be a common feature of the roses.

Today, there were only old-fashioned stories. How long will we continue to talk about sluggish things?

Francia added sternly.

When will the war be over?

I heard that this empire had been at war with the eastern kingdom for several years. Originally, it was a war that would have lasted longer, but there were forces that were active here.

That was the unit led by the saint. Francia grabbed her hair gently and let it go.

It has become bigger than I ever imagined. This one too.

Originally, there were two heads of temples, the saint and the pope, respectively. In this way, it was a form of two heads, but traditionally the authority of the pope was stronger.

If we take the entertainment industry as an example, if the female lead in the book is the star of the agency, the Pope feels like the president of the agency. The splendor of the exterior was taken by all the saints, but in reality the Pope took all the practicality.

Looking at Francias appearance, it seems a little different.

It was then. A small sound of footsteps opened. Turning my head as it was unfamiliar.

No, it was a person who I saw the face once, standing there. It seems that Francia was not the only one who entered through the wide open door.

Is that person, the person I saw on the first day?

The man who hesitated was the man I had seen once the day I reunited with Francia here. He must have been standing there the whole time.

Francias presence didnt seem to be bothered by his gaze.

From a closer look, he also has outstanding beauty. He is a handsome man with brown eyes and nice white blonde hair. It was also someone I hadnt seen since the first day. Without realizing it, I asked again.

That person

Oh, Sister. I said it right?

Francia laughed softly.

Its the Pope.

Cough.

Even after listening to it again, the surprising fact made me cough for nothing.

Okay.

Lets make a hundred concessions and let that man be the Pope. Then all the heads of the temple are here. Did Ricdorian completely join hands with the temple?

I glanced at the hesitant man. Except he doesnt turn red.

He looks just like Ricdorian when he was young.

Im not saying they look the same or that they are. He was kind of timid and wary.

Um, yes. If you are the saint and that one is the Pope Isnt one of you supposed to protect the temple?

We dont have to? What we have to protect is here.

Francias finger pointed once at the Pope, then slowly turned towards my chest.

On top of that, if hes here, Ill have more freedom.

Francias index finger pricked my chest.

Even if its not, there is a strong fear of the changing forces, so its more convenient to carry him around.

Then the popes slender shoulders moved. Ummm, the popes guts doesnt look that big?

What about you?

Me? Theres no problem with me. Moreover, after the awakening.

I nodded, thinking of Francias huge hammer. Im not sure whos going to attack her when shes wielding something like that.

I exhaled a little.

Youve grown up really well.

Francia grinned at my murmuring.

Sister said so. Make it to your taste.

Me? My gaze returned.

Thats why I did it.

Francia stretched out her long, thin fingers.

Starting from the very bottom of the temple at the very beginning, build up some contribution in the war.

One of her fingers was folded.

If you dont like it, break it.

what do you break? I closed my eyes and listened quietly.

For now, there was only one place to hide from Domulits eyes for a long time. Marquis Valtaize had the same opinion.

Francia hesitated for a moment, then looked down at her hand. Francia still had three fingers left. But she folded it all away.

Then she smiled brightly.

Anyway, Im a saint in the front and a pope in the back.

It seems like a lot of words were missing. I thought so, but I didnt add it.

Who would have known that a single word that passed just like a spill in the past would have such an impact?

Everyone goes through their own trials and tribulations, and I didnt have any hobbies to delve into things that were overlooked in hopes that they wouldnt ask.

Francia didnt want to lengthen it either, so she turned her words first.

Sister, there is one thing I want to ask you.

Huh.

I gladly joined her other talk. She erased her serious eyes for a moment, but then returned to her dazzling eyes.

Why are you trying to get in touch with Marquis Valtaize?

Those words reminded me of what I had asked Francia yesterday.

<Can you contact Marquis Valtaize?>

<Its not difficult. Ill try.>

She gladly answered without asking why. But in fact, she could be wondering why I was looking for Lenag?

Hmm, well.

As I watched the flickering and mysterious Odd Eye, a sense of playfulness arose.

Because I need him?

Francia blinked her eyes. She was a little surprised because it was an unexpected answer.

Perhaps she was thinking something else, she grabbed her slender chin and nodded her head.

Do you need the power of the Yellow Rose?

She seemed to take it a little differently.

Who for?