You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 399

"As Talmhach said, it is not a matter of money for either of us. Yet also... Your Highness, there is no need for a royal order."

"..."

"I am to request officially here, before Your Grace and the Crown Prince the permission of my person to remain at the Royal Palace. Being the Lady’s physician from the days she was a young girl... it is not simply curiosity but sincere concern for keeping her healthy that I am willing to delegate my patients temporarily to my current apprentice... If it is permitted... then I am to solely focus on-?! Y-Your Grace??"

"Deslys... this you are doing... I am never to forget it." — Taking by surprise the doctor as he spoke, brotherly Orland’s hands suddenly came to rest on the solemn man’s shoulders, moved and comforted by the value Rémi placed on the story entailed in their relationship. — "The fact it is you... let my heart be more at ease. You know this right?"

"... I am aware my lord... What the Young Lady is under, we have both gone through many days of study from the beginning." — Returning the heartfelt pats on his arms to the amiable Duke, Deslys smiled accomplice of the hazards. — "This sudden health she has gained, I am to thoroughly investigate it so it only continues to be for the lady’s best."

"... Thank you, truly my friend."

"... No more of that, my Lord... what is necessary now is getting any information we are able to learn about the circumstances the lady went against. A catalyst must have been met during the attack she suffered. I am not of the belief... yet she is indeed the awaited Ninth the Empire has."

Leaving behind the moved sensations for loyalty, the men looked back at the woman who blankly listened to her enthusiastic maid who wanted to distract and cheer her tired master... A young master who now fought slumber solely so those she was fond of and had yet to leave her chambers could be properly dismissed with an awake lady.

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"You should have said it beforehand."

"? Pardon?"

"If it is such the urgency that even the Duke is hoping for her to stay at the Palace my aid is to be given without a doubt, your Majesty."

"... Jasmine are you truly that willing?"

"Within my thoughts there was already a wish to invite her to stay longer as I have yet to be the sole host of my dearest friend at this residence of ours. Have you not told me of your plans, my invitation to Lady Marianne would have still been told, Emperor."

"..." — Staring baffled at the princess that was his blood, Francois watched her stand ready to leave his presence. Distant and strict as each of his children besides the youngest was to behave with their parent. — "... I-is that how it is... ?’

"Yes. It was a waste of your time and breath practically, for I was to do it even in ignorance. I appreciate the information. My leave I shall take now, good evening."

"!? Jasmine Di Frotschter such attitude you cannot show me."

"... Pardon myself... however... today’s many events have shaken many emotions within myself... even my patience. Father." — Bothered by the many sensations, Jasmine told the father she was not close to, addressing him as such solely so comprehension would be granted. — "At this time... I would appreciate it if my ways are forgiven..."

"..... Sigh. No matter. You are free to leave, child... it is a relief you are unharmed, Jasmine."

"... Were you worried?"

"!? What kind of question is that-?!"

"An obvious question for your children when it comes to their father." — Severe, the narrowed eyes she had inherited from the Emperor judged Francois. Hurting as she said the truth she believed... much more as no response came from the man who visibly was impacted by the Princess’ spite. — "... A relief it is you are unharmed too, Your Majesty. My aid is a given for your request. Good night."

Bowing at the guard to signal her leave, Jasmine departed the Emperor’s stances. Leaving him on his own with the frustration the words she told ignited.

"haaah... they are not cute... not cute at all these kids.... and yet I can’t blame them..." — Francois sighed. Holding his head in exhaustion as the reasons sourced from history were recalled and made him more frustrated. — "... The decision’s still bothering me to this day, d*rn child... your words only make it more troubling and suffocating a thing..."

Francois was aware of the founded beliefs his child possessed... and too accustomed to the trouble, he commenced to ponder on the knowledge he had learned from that chaotic day in the hunt.

From Marianne’s incident to those at the tents, from the security’s frailness to his name, from the lost knights to the involvement of his second oldest son... as well as the news from the Empire’s borders about the menacing neighbours... everything had Francois on edge with fair motive.

His safety was also endangered at the camping grounds, nonetheless, his concern lay on the events his family and friend’s child overcame.

The chaos in the tent of the women was such that some lost consciousness from the fear the sudden appearance of the beast provoked.

Shrieks and women running in a brief chaos. The eyes of a creature looking down at the Princess as she was trapped by its loom was known by the Emperor... And repeating endlessly in the head of the usually composed Jasmine.

’I could tell something was wrong after she left... even mother noticed something was bothering my ease... that disgusting creature... what in the world was it?’

— Today... luck helped her... useless fly... —

The disturbing growl of a whisper from the long skinny skull sent a shiver down the Princess’s spine once more. Summoning her blood’s rage easily at the insult that provoked the specks of a past spirit... yet more focused on what the creature meant as it puked on her feet gruesomely bathed in a charcoal sheet the bodies of the lost knights.