A King is Born on the Road

Iris entrusted Agatha with the party, and headed to the place with the king’s representatives. The first building at the entrance to the palace was where the king’s representatives were.

The king’s representatives lived in townhouses outside the royal palace, but they used to enter the royal palace and gather in this building to commute.

Iris walked into it and found Dane Hall, the representative of the Hall family.

As she was walking, she stepped back, startled by a woman wearing a black cloak that passed by.

She recognized Iris, greeted her politely, and disappeared. She was a member of the Quill family, one of the great noble families.

Even though she knew they were originally highly religious, Iris couldn’t help but be surprised at how they passed by so silently. All eight great noble families had very distinct colours.

Iris looked at the characteristics with a curious mind and found Dane Hall in the courtyard.

“Sir Dane!”

“Ah, Princess.”

Dane was happy and brushed the dirt off his hands. She thought he was touching the soil because he was someone from the Hall family.

Iris asked.

“What were you doing?”

“People in the Hall family can’t leave a land without planting anything. I planted garlic.”

“Oh, garlic in the royal palace…”

“Yes. It will grow very nicely. The soil is perfect for garlic.”

“I see.”

Although abashed, Iris smiled and nodded as he looked happy.

Dane said proudly.

“I’ll raise it well and give it to the princess.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’m also looking forward to it. What wonderful garlic it will grow into.”

She didn’t know when Dane Hall disliked her, but after breaking the boundaries, he kept talking about crops.

Dane paused after talking about all the garlic in the world for a while.

“I’m sorry. I was talking to myself.”

Then Iris shook her head.

“It is lucky for Luwan that the Hall family who are in charge of Luwan’s food is so proud of their farming.”

Dane laughed a beat later at her words.

“You are kind.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, I’ll stop talking about garlic here. How may I help you?”

“Ah, I’d like to ask about pomegranates.”

“Pomegranates? I don’t know exactly about pomegranates, but I’ll tell you what I know.”

“If pomegranates are not well cultivated, what is the reason?”

“Hmm. In Siere, pomegranates are usually harvested just before the rainy season. Well, Siere is not a country with a lot of rain, but it’s not wrong to say it’s a rainy season. There’s nothing good about getting rained on. Especially if the pomegranate flowers rot in the previous year, the pomegranate will not be good the following year.”

“Even if you give it fertilizer?”

“I don’t know much about pomegranates either. I heard that pomegranates are not very good for fruit when the fruits are opened and fertilized.”

“I see.”

Iris nodded and asked again.

“A flower rotting disease?”

“Yes. It looks as if it’s suffered from cold damage, but it’s a disease caused by high humidity during the dry season. If the Hall family also has the disease in apples, they burn it all for the next year, even if it’s a waste.”

“Is it contagious?”

“Yes, it is. I’ll give you a related book if you need it. There are plenty of records and books on flower rotting diseases in the Hall family.”

“Thank you. Then I’ll request it.”

“Yes, Princess. When it comes to agriculture, feel free to talk to me.”

Iris nodded.

It’s not polite to just leave now that she came, so she had a cup of tea with Dane afterwards. In the meantime, she was able to learn how many kinds of apples were growing in the land of Luwan.

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Agatha knew better than anyone else how important this party she was in charge of was.

“You have to do your best no matter what.”

Iris has successfully been to the Traitor’s Labyrinth. Before Kernin Lepos came out of the maze, Iris had to show how difficult it was.

There may be many ways to show it, but there was nothing like a party to imprint the scale of the achievement in people’s heads most easily.

Agatha, who was happily choosing a dress for Iris to wear, recalled the hell she had been in until a few days ago.

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In the convent, she gave up her lingering attachment to the world as much as she could.

A splendid party she will never go to, a feast of beautiful dresses and stringed instruments. Young marriageable peers smiling brightly. The beautiful sky at the moment of sunset, the enchanting paradise that can’t be expressed with any fabric…

If you let go of your lingering attachment to the world, a more beautiful spirit is achieved… completed…

“Sister Agatha.”

Agatha, who was always silent and praying quietly at the words of the priest, turned around.

The priest had an envelope in his hand.

It was strange. That seal was definitely used in the royal palace, but why did it come to a convent tucked away in the corner?

The priest continued while she pondered.

“There is a letter addressed to Sister Agatha…”

Then give it to me quickly, you priest blo…ke.

The priest said anxiously as Agatha thought and nodded silently.

“However, I am worried that this letter will cause unnecessary shock to Sister Agatha, who has let go of her worldly desires… Si-Sister Agatha?”

The words to give it up reached the tip of her throat, but she held it in and gave him a look. It was not intended to be a threat, but the priest hurriedly handed it over to Agatha.

As soon as Agatha received the envelope, she gently stroked the seal with her hand. A crest printed with a soft force. Just looking at this, she could feel that it was a letter treated with care.

[Sister Agatha.

Iris Lepos, the princess of Luwan and the daughter of Celios Lepos, delivers this letter.]

Her heart was beating like it was going to explode just by the greeting.

Break away from the world?

She’s never forgotten for a moment.

Even now, her playboy fiancé must be enjoying the escape with the woman he loves freely.

Her parents would be bragging about defending their honour by kicking their daughter out.

Rubbish! If I hold power, I’ll kick all of you out of society!

While wishing so, what arrived for her was a letter that made her futile dreams come true.

[I don’t know much about society. I don’t belong to anyone’s faction in society, so I need someone to form my own faction.]

If Agatha could make any wish come true one day, she would wish for one thing.

‘I’ll form a faction in the social world. A strong, overwhelming faction that no one can surpass.’

God was always on her side.

Agatha remembered Iris at the door of the convent, taking off her coif and veil and looking out into the world one day. Now she knew what she was thinking.

It was a matter of space. This place was too small for her with a map of the whole world. Iris needed more space.

She immediately took off her coif and veil. And when she ran outside, there was a knight holding a sword engraved with the coat of arms of the Royal Knights.

“I am a Royal Knight, River Kitasha. The princess told me to wait because she would leave right away, so I made preparations.”

Kitasha, a territory in the northeast of Luwan, located on the same latitude as the Quill territory in the northwest, was one of the eight great noble families that kept many of the original historical books.

Agatha asked.

“At the request of Iris, you came all the way here?”

It was natural for the Royal Knights to accept Iris’s request, but it was curious that they sent him this far, even though her position was not yet solid.

Then River Kitasha said with an embarrassed expression.

“Actually, while the princess was bringing Sister Agatha, she also gave me travel expenses to visit Kitasha. I was just on my way.”

Then, his ears turned red from embarrassment, and he showed her the small bag he carried.

“When I went to Kitasha, my parents gave me pickled fish that I liked when I was young. I think they still think I’m a child.”

His face was cute when he said that.

Agatha almost fell in love with the first man she met as soon as she came out of the convent, but fortunately she calmed herself down.

Soon, she travelled a long way to the capital with a party led by River Kitasha.

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When Agatha was immersed in memories from a few days ago that felt like distant memories, Iris came into the dressing room.

There was some dirt on her clothes, which made her wonder what she was doing. Iris said bashfully as Agatha brushed off the dirt.

“Looked at garlic.”

“Garlic?”

“Yes, garlic. Ah, are you already planning a dress?”

Iris asked, but paused when she found the enormous amount of data Agatha had written down in a short time. Agatha, on the other hand, looked at Iris with a satisfied expression.

Agatha has always liked beautiful things. So she liked Iris the most in the convent. Because she was more beautiful than anything else in it.

When she thought about it after the escape, she was able to stay in the convent because there was this dazzling thing in it.

Iris’s eyes widened when she checked the budget.

“I think my outfit is too expensive for the party.”

“You have to choose and focus. You should definitely spend a lot on pretty things.”

“I don’t know what you mean…”

“Trust me. I know about parties.”

Agatha was adamant.

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Hayer returned to the palace with Cadella.

He took Cadella to the basement of the west wing where his mother, Peonia, was.

Peonia was engrossed in knitting today as well. Hayer wondered what Peonia was making by knitting like that every day, but he had never seen a proper finished product.

Cadella glanced at Peonia, who was absorbed in knitting without looking back even when Hayer came in, and asked Hayer.

“Does she even listen when you call her?”

“Uh-huh. Not always.”

“Hmm.”

Cadella nodded and patted Hayer on the back and said.

“You’re having a hard time in many ways too.”

“Not really.”

After Hayer’s nonchalant reply, he walked over to Peonia.

“Mother.”

Peonia looked up when her son called.