Chapter 54
‘Of course, if the identification ceremony is today… shows that I am not the reincarnation of Aquafuran, but someone else, then everything may change again.’
The last bit of anxiety remaining in one corner of her heart.
This moss-covered anxiety is gray.
It’s not that she wants to be a special being and wishes to be the reincarnation of Aquafuran.
‘Conversely, for fear of being abandoned.’
Yasamin cherishes her.
That much was certain.
But until when?
‘Until when will it be like this?’
If the existence of Aquafuran’s reincarnation is very special… if his gaze goes more towards that person. Then perhaps, his interest in her might suddenly drop.
Depending on the interest of others was such an unstable thing, but Siren, in her current state, had no way to escape it.
“It’s about time. Let’s get up now.”
“Yes, y-yes.”
“As I told you, from the moment you leave this room, you must not use honorifics. Not to anyone except Lord Yasamin. Unless you want to look weak and have everything from your liver to your kidneys taken out of you.”
Eltan gave a grim warning. Frightened, Siren inwardly repeated, ‘Don’t use honorifics, don’t use honorifics.’ She thought that if she did that, she would be able to speak informally and convincingly.
Using informal language to strangers instead of honorifics was too difficult. The psychological resistance was severe, as if she was going against a waterfall.
It felt like she shouldn’t do that, like she was being rude. It felt like they would soon cast a look of contempt at her.
Of course, she hadn’t seen a stranger yet since she woke up today.
“Mr. Eltan.”
“Good morning, Mr. Eltan.”
As they walked down the hallway, people greeted Eltan.
Surprisingly, Eltan ignored them all, and she was the only one who was nervous, wondering if that was okay.
“In the South, there is an attitude that the strong must have. The weak greet first, and the strong do not accept the greetings. Accepting the greetings itself is an honor.”
“H-how do you distinguish who is strong and who is w-weak?”
“Everyone knows that the strong are strong even if they don’t do anything.”
In the end, it means that only those who live in this cultural sphere can recognize it.
“But can I speak informally to everyone?”
“You are Lord Yasamin’s Diet, so in places where Lord Yasamin is not present, you are equal to the king.”
Why does it turn out like that?
Diet was a concept that was truly incomprehensible even after listening to the explanation.
A society where the master and his subordinate are treated as one.
“You have an expression that you don’t understand.”
“……!”
“Now you have an expression that you’ve been caught. Do you see the people coming from the opposite side?”
She was a tall, muscular woman with short, golden hair. From her attire and the kukri she was carrying, it was clear to anyone that she looked like a general.
Standing next to her was a man with long, purple hair, who was beautifully adorned, and even though he was several steps away, the fragrance was already wafting here.
“Which one do you think is the strong one?”
“The w-woman…?”
“That’s right. She is Lord Yasamin’s closest aide and one of the twelve strongest warriors in the South. She is also Lord Yasamin’s close friend.”
Amazing.
There were female knights in Wilkeron as well, but they didn’t have that strong feeling.
‘Like a black panther.’
If there was something annoying, she would just strike it down with her front paws and bite the vital spot to tear it apart.
Her eyes, physique, and dignified walk. Everything was awe-inspiring and even enviable.
“Eltan!”
“Lady Bispar. And Lord Nasrin.”
“Yes. Is the person behind you the King’s Diet?”
The person called Bispar shouted loudly at her.
Her voice was gruff and even had a majestic feeling, making Siren flinch slightly.
She was already scared.
‘How can I speak informally to someone like that…?’
Was that even possible?
And what about Lord Nasrin, who was staring at her with a haughty look?
The dignified atmosphere was suffocating.
The two of them looked really good together, like a painting.
She was like a splash of soup on it.
“You must have had a long and tiring journey. My name is Bispar. We’ll be seeing each other often, so let’s get along.”
Bispar strode towards her. She was much taller, so she had to look up, which was even more amazing because it seemed similar to Yasamin.
“What’s your name?”
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