Chapter 92
If Hies was left unchecked, he would undoubtedly stir up the people and incite a rebellion that otherwise wouldn’t have happened.
Dealing with that would be a hassle.
“Sey.”
Yasamin, who had been lightly tapping on the map while listening, called out to Siren in a gentle voice.
“Can you do it? Like last time—make it rain.”
“……I can. I’ll try.”
“Good. Then let’s do it in a week.”
…Wait, this was decided way too quickly.
She had always thought she would bring rain for the people one day, but she never expected it to happen so suddenly.
The only reason it had worked last time was because the atmosphere around the Saam estate had been rich in Water Raksha.
‘But there’s almost no Water Raksha here…’
What should she do?
To hide her unease, Siren slightly lowered her head. To others, it would appear as if she was simply agreeing to Yasamin’s words.
‘He must have suggested it because he believes I can do it… right?’
She would have to ask Chris. And she would need Jin’s help too.
Her stomach churned, but she forced herself to endure it.
“Make it rain? What do you mean by that?”
“You can summon rain…? Is that true, Your Highness?”
“No, how—?”
Half-listening to the flurry of conversation around her, Siren clenched her fist tightly on her lap.
And then, a moment later—her eyes widened as a man’s hand covered hers.
Yasamin, with an indifferent expression, was looking elsewhere as he responded to the ongoing discussion.
Yet his hand was placed over hers.
‘Ah.’
It was a gesture to reassure her.
As his fingers gently patted the back of her hand, the turbulent emotions inside her settled into stillness.
The speed at which she calmed down surprised her. Without thinking, Siren quietly interlocked her fingers with his.
“……!”
Yasamin, as if in response, tightened his grip around her fingers even more.
As if to say it was fine. As if to tell her not to worry, since he was here.
And there was a gaze fixed on the two of them.
Without needing further explanation—it was Hies.
In the end, the meeting was concluded as follows.
In a week, Siren would bring rain to the seashore.
Since the infected there had yet to be fully eradicated, Yasamin would personally go to handle it.
The western part of Wilkeron would be given to the Kalik clan, while part of the eastern side would go to the Nu clan. And among that eastern territory, the most valuable land would belong to Siren.
The Aquafuran clan would remain in the soon-to-prosper South but would be exempt from taxes for the next 100 years as per the official agreement.
Any money or supplies that could have been used for taxes should instead be used to feed the people of the South.
The North would become an exile site for the disobedient Wilkeron nobles… which meant that, in effect, the country had been evenly divided.
“So when the Kalik clan moves to the West, they’ll be taking you with them. Just think of it as serving as a translator—it’ll be easier that way. The Kalik clan only speaks the Southern language.”
“Thank you… Thank you. Truly, thank you.”
Upon hearing this, Larisa grabbed onto Siren’s sleeve and wept.
Well, she had come here under the King’s Diet. That meant she had never experienced any real discomfort, but Larisa was different.
“But you’ll have to marry one of the Kalik leader’s sons. Will that be alright? I don’t think it’s a bad deal, but….”
“Yes, that’s fine. If Wilkeron is going to become a vassal state… no, it’s not even a vassal state anymore. It’s been destroyed… Given the circumstances, this is the best outcome.”
“I agree.”
“There are countless terrible things that could happen to someone from a fallen nation. If anything, thanks to Your Highness, I now have the chance to marry the son of the ruling class. It’s a good bargain.”
Larisa, who had been crying, suddenly broke into a bright smile.
Siren patted her shoulder before pulling her into a tight embrace.
May blessings be upon Larisa’s path.
“You’re smarter than me, so I’m sure you’ll handle things well….”
“I’ll marry and make sure my husband protects me.”
“Yes, let’s do that.”
“I’ll choose someone I can control. Don’t worry!”
Now that she knew she could go home, Larisa’s enthusiasm had surged. Even her expression had brightened.
Hope radiated from her every movement.
It was a beautiful sight.
‘My place is here, but yours is there, huh.’
Everyone had their own rightful place. It seemed that way, at least.
If someone was born in the right coordinates, they would find happiness. If not, they would grow up in misfortune.
“I will repay this debt. The people of the Orm family always settle their debts—whether gratitude or resentment. If you ever need help, I’ll be there.”
“I’d appreciate that. I’ll let Yasamin know. Will you be meeting their sons tomorrow?”
“Yes. There’s no reason to hesitate.”
As expected of someone from Wilkeron, a nation that viewed marriage as nothing more than a political act—her adaptability was impressive.
‘Alright, that takes care of this side of things.’
Now, the next thing to do…
Was to practice sorcery.
“Siren. Step outside for a moment.”
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