Chapter 119
“Should I call this… a date?”
Distributing bread to the poor.
Of course, after finishing that task, they had agreed to walk the streets together, just the two of them.
Since arriving here, she had been overly sheltered and hadn’t had the chance to actually step out into the streets.
“His Majesty has been in an incredibly good mood lately. He’s been humming ‘date, date’ under his breath, so now everyone knows.”
“Sigh.”
“But it’s truly such a deep love. I want to meet a man like that too.”
Ananta said shyly. It seemed she was thoroughly mistaken about something…
Right now, Yasamin was merely behaving because he had been given what he wanted.
There was no telling when his true nature would resurface.
After all, a beast from the age of mythology was not an easy creature to tame.
Especially that obsession rooted in loyalty. The belief that only he and his master need exist. And yet, it’s not as if he is influenced by his master’s thoughts either. That aspect is significantly low. His sense of self is simply too strong.’
He never listens, so what exactly is supposed to be adorable about him?
It’s absurd how he only wags his tail when it suits him.
‘But of course, even that impudence is part of who you are.’
After handing Ananta over to Chris, who was pouting with his lips stuck out, Siren left the courtyard.
The jewel spirit had sulked immensely upon hearing that Yasamin and Siren were going on a date alone.
And yet, she knew that if Yasamin went out and returned with a gift, saying, “I thought of you,” Chris would immediately grin in delight. No, even if he simply picked up a pebble from the roadside and brought it back, he would polish it and treasure it for a thousand years.
That’s what made him so endearing.
He relinquished all control to her, simply accepting whatever she gave.
“Siren. Are you ready?”
“What do I even have to prepare?”
“That’s true. I’ll be taking care of everything.”
The man suddenly appeared from behind and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her in.
He was always like this.
Constantly looking for an opportunity to climb on top of her.
She didn’t dislike it, but it did feel audacious.
‘Ah, after dreaming as Aquafuran for a few days…’
Now, I’ve even started thinking he’s being impertinent.
Realizing how she had changed once again, Siren faintly smiled.
“I don’t feel like walking. Carry me.”
“What’s this? You’re actually asking to be carried? The sun must be rising from the west tomorrow.”
“The sun always rises from the east.”
Exchanging these meaningless words, their lighthearted bickering… was enjoyable.
Looking down at the man lifting her up with ease, Siren absentmindedly thought.
Ah, how long will this happiness last?
It was a lingering sentiment from her life as Siren. Joy was always fleeting, bound to vanish like foam on water. If she ever felt a bit of happiness, misfortune would always come to overshadow it.
Perhaps because of that, Siren instinctively braced herself for the moment when it would all collapse. Though, now… there was no real need for that.
“All preparations are complete.”
“Yes.”
In front of the royal castle’s gates, ten wagons stood in a row.
Inside them, large, hard loaves of bread were piled high. Each loaf was as big as the body of a five-year-old child—enough to provide a full meal.
Warriors stood guard around them, as if warding off an impending attack, in case the impoverished citizens attempted to seize the bread by force.
It was a truly sorrowful sight. What was so precious about bread that contained barely any butter?
And yet, even that must be a rare luxury.
“Oh, right. Don’t be too surprised when we leave the castle.”
“Because the people’s lives are too devastated?”
“Hmm, no. That’s not it.”
“Then what?”
Yasamin grinned.
For a fleeting moment, his boyish expression caught her off guard.
There were times when he looked that innocent—enough to make one’s heart skip a beat.
“You’ll see when we go out.”
Siren wasn’t sure what he had prepared, but she nodded nonetheless.
Sunlight poured down.
Yasamin placed her atop a lavishly adorned camel and took the reins himself.
“Open the gates.”
“Y-yes…!”
The people murmured in confusion at the king’s presence, but he paid them no mind.
It wasn’t that he was pretending not to see or hear them—he simply regarded all of it as nothing more than noise.
Only Siren’s voice held meaning and color.
Everything else was no different from the passing wind or crumbling sand.
“Aquafuran. We shall accompany you.”
“At the very least, let us assist with menial tasks.”
At that moment, members of the Aquafuran tribe, clad in blue garments, stepped forward and spoke.
“Additionally, in two days, we shall release the food supplies our tribe has gathered. We wish to uphold your noble intentions.”
The head of the Aquafuran tribe, leaning on a staff, bowed before Siren.
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