Chapter 7
The swordsmanship class had ended.
After washing up in the training hallās shower room, Elizia slowly changed her clothes.
She deliberately took her time, wondering if Rakan might be waiting for her.
Running into him by chance was one thingābut walking around together as if it were routine felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Please, just donāt be waiting for me. Please already be gone.
Muttering to herself, Elizia passed through the dim corridor.
Then, as she stepped out toward the afternoon sunlightā
āElizia.ā
As expected, Rakan was there, waiting for her.
Was it the bright afternoon sun piercing her eyes, or the brilliance of his golden hair? Squinting, Elizia hesitated. But when Rakan gestured for her to come over, she had no choice but to step forward, as if resigned.
He wasnāt being forceful at all⦠so why couldnāt she refuse him?
Elizia found her own feelings puzzling, but she couldnāt figure them out.
They walked side by side as if it were natural. With no more classes left, they headed toward the dormitory.
The late afternoon sunlight was warm, and only the sound of birds filled the quiet between them.
āRelax your wrist.ā
Elizia recalled the advice he had once given her and swung her wooden sword through the air.
Since that day, her wrist no longer hurt, and the shock when clashing swords had lessened. His advice had definitely been useful.
āFor someone from an enemy nation, I might have been a bit too kind teaching you that.ā
āIf a war breaks out, Iāll make good use of it. Thanks.ā
Elizia smiled lightly as she replied.
The Kingdom of Ortigia and the Kasutra Empire had been in a truce for twenty years.
Because of that, the word āwarā no longer felt so heavy. They could even joke about it.
And lately, spending time with him wasnāt as unpleasant as before. If anything, she felt they had grown closer.
She didnāt dislike this atmosphere⦠but she was curious about what he was thinking.
Could he be interested in me? No way.
She glanced up at him.
But judging by how he kept half a step of distance, it didnāt seem like he had romantic interest or any intention of making a move.
āSenior, why have you suddenly started approaching me like this?ā
āWhy? Afraid I might have taken an interest in you?ā
āThatās a scary thing to say.ā
āScary? You should feel honored.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
She wasnāt even surprised by his remarks anymore. It seemed she had gotten used to him. Still, her expression couldnāt help but stiffen slightly.
Meanwhile, Rakan continued walking calmly, as if nothing was strange at all.
āIf I get the chance someday, Iād like to introduce you to my younger brother.ā
āYour brother?ā
Elizia asked, a bit bewildered.
His younger brother⦠the one he once said resembled her? The handsome half-brother?
She had known his approach wasnāt romanticābut she didnāt expect him to act like a matchmaker.
Noticing her confusion, Rakan chuckled lightly.
Absurdly enough, Elizia found herself thinking that the curve of his smiling lips was quite pretty.
āDonāt misunderstand. Iām not so free that Iād meddle in my brotherās or an enemy princessās love life.ā
āThen why?ā
āBecause of political relations.ā
āPolitical⦠relations?ā
Elizia narrowed her eyes, unable to fully grasp his meaning.
She was the future queen of Ortigia. His words were clearly related to that fact.
But what influence would building ties with imperial nobles really have?
Still, Rakan didnāt seem inclined to explain. Tilting his head slightly, he looked at her seriously.
āAnyway, since we met first, letās build a connection. It wonāt be a loss for you.ā
āIs that so?ā
Feels like Iām losing quite a lot, actually, she thoughtājealous stares from other girls, her declining popularity, her expressions rotting because of his commentsā¦
Swallowing her thoughts, she nodded.
He seemed a bit twisted, but not a bad person by nature. And although he was from an enemy nation, he clearly had many connections.
It wouldnāt hurt to build ties.
āBy the way, who are you going to the party with tomorrow?ā
āSenior Sophie.ā
āI see.ā
The gravel crunched underfoot as Elizia lightly kicked a pebble.
āWhat about you?ā
It was a casual question. Yet, the moment she waited for his answer felt strangely tense.
If he mentioned another girlās name⦠it felt like it might bother her.
āFrederick Watts.ā
But the name he gave wasnāt a girlās.
Frederick Wattsāthe boyfriend of her roommate, Sophie.
Elizia quietly exhaled, a hint of relief mixed in.
They had reached the fork leading to the dormitories.
āIāll go now.ā
āAlright.ā
They exchanged brief farewells and went their separate ways. A clean parting.
āElizia, are you really going like that?ā
āYes. Why?ā
āā¦ā¦ā
Sophieās expression became indescribable.
They were preparing in their dorm room for the academy anniversary party in the annex.
Sophie, being the daughter of a wealthy merchant, wore a trendy silk dress. It flared elegantly, its pink fabric adorned with shimmering embroidered lace.
Elizia, on the other hand, wore something simpleāher usual neat navy dress.
Though elegant, it lacked the āprincess-likeā flair. More like a strict governess than royalty.
Sophie threw open the wardrobe, revealing numerous gorgeous dresses.
āAll these beautiful dresses, and you choose that?ā
āThereās no one I need to impress anyway.ā
āā¦What is wrong with our Princess Elizia?ā
āHmm⦠my lack of skill?ā
That was the problemāher own clumsiness.
In the palace, maids handled everything. But here, doing it herself was too bothersome.
Sophie sighed and began pulling out dresses, holding them up against Elizia.
āLet me handle it today.ā
āā¦Alright.ā
Overwhelmed by Sophieās determination, Elizia agreed.
āIs this tight enough?ā
Elizia asked while tightening Sophieās corset.
Sophie groaned and nodded.
After finishing, they looked at each other.
āYouāre beautiful, Elizia.ā
āYou too, Sophie.ā
They smiled.
As they reached the first floor, other students complimented Elizia.
āYou look amazing!ā
āThat violet necklace suits you!ā
It felt unfamiliarābut exciting.
Tonight, she looked exactly like a princess.
Inside the grand ballroom, music flowed, lights glittered, and decorations sparkled.
Elizia stepped inside gracefullyā
Then suddenly froze.
Her eyes blinked slowly.
There, among the voting vases filled with roses and liliesā
was her name.
[Elizia Warder Ortigia]






