Umi to Kaze no Oukoku

Shaw was entertained with a son from Kazim, when the pardoned wife was disfigured.

"I like Lara, but I wonder if this is good..."

After a long banquet that lasted until midnight, Shaw returns to the outhouse as a gutter.

Entering her room, Shaw blurted and fingered her lips, remembering Lara's soft lip feel, turning boggly red.

"Did Lara even kiss you?

Suddenly, Shaw jumped up surprised when his father, who was leaning against the cushion, called out to him.

"Father! Why don't you... No, I have trouble suddenly being decided to forgive my wife. I'm still not sure I can feed my wife."

Aslan laughed as he threw a nearby little cushion at Shaw.

"You're an idiot! I'm not getting married right now. Didn't you think that when you were fifteen, Mia was thinking about enabling you to live independently? Otherwise, what would make your lovely granddaughter your wife? Put your head to work for a minute!

Aslan laughed bitterly at Shaw, who stood still with his cushion.

Aslan, too, doesn't think Shaw is stupid, but he flaunts his shoulders when there's so much missing. I laughed that Lara would work out Shaw. Because Lara is Mia's granddaughter and the royal woman is carnivorous.

The royal family of the Southeast Islands had numerous wives, and the princesses who grew up in the palace grew up watching their mothers' love battles from an early age, so they had acquired the technique of rolling in the palm of their hand, such as a man there.

"More than that, didn't you come to the royal palace because you had something to talk about?

Shaw, who had completely forgotten his first errand due to the decision to forgive his wife or the shock of his first kiss, pulled his pendant out from under his jacket and gave it to his father.

"What? I don't need a pendant..."

Aslan, who received his pendant from Shaw, was surprised, and when he sat back down, he stared seriously.

"Where did you get this?

"At Mailing's Bazaar stall, I bought it at a single mark. Because the color of the stone resembled the sea on Mario Island, my mother's hometown, I wondered if it would be good for a souvenir. But my mother was given back that I had better. When I asked Mia, she explained that it was a precious stone called Dragon Heart Stone, but when she hung it around her neck from her mother, she felt chilli and weird, so I went to ask her father."

Aslan took his dragon-hearted stone off his neck and compared it to Shaw's dragon-hearted stone. Aslan's dragon-hearted stone had a light water color and a blue flame burning inside, but Shaw's dragon-hearted stone is emerald green and the blue light sparkles like the sea reflecting from the inside into the golden sun.

"You bought this for a single mark? In Mailing's Bazaar stall!

Aslan was surprised by Shaw's strength of luck.

"It wasn't so glittery in the street, but I liked the color. Hey, Father, is Dragon Heart Stone expensive? I feel sorry for your father in the street."

Aslan sighs as my child, wondering if he has been born with a few screws removed.

"You worry more about yourself than you worry about your father in the street. Getting Dragon Heart Stone is not a rare thing. Too much luck could augur well for the fate it needs."

Aslan laughs bitterly, remembering the wavy life of a girl who received Dragon Heart Stone to celebrate her birth.

"But your father has dragon-hearted stones too."

"Fool, isn't this the dragon-hearted stone that brought the worst fate? That shitty father pushed me with the throne."

I had no memory of Shaw's grandfather, but I was surprised to hear he was a reputable king, so I called him Shit Father. Aslan, like his father king to Shaw, laughs bitterly when he realizes he is about to press the throne.

"Well, there's a convenient way to use Dragon Heart Stone. Looks like you can amplify your magic. But be careful. Like King Georg of the Kingdom of Laurent, if I become a pervert attached to magic, I will have to kill you. If you do that, Mia will divorce you, so watch out for magic abuse."

Shaw nodded with a serious face, too, to his father, who paid rare and serious attention.