Chapter 90
“What is his status?”
“He’s of royal blood.”
“Which side?”
“The East.”
“What?”
Did the king of the East, Garan, have a sibling?
Lani tilted her head in confusion, then slapped her cheeks lightly as if to gather her resolve.
“Are you attending the welcome party tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my goodness! We don’t have much time!”
Lani panicked and began pushing Guy toward the preparation area. It was a rude action, but he didn’t seem to mind.
His hair was a mess, his beard unkempt, his body filthy, and his clothes tattered. How could she possibly make him presentable by evening?
She had to start as soon as possible.
“Can I use other maids?”
“No.”
“Oh dear. Noah, please help me out!”
Lani pleaded with Noah.
Noah hesitated for a moment but then nodded. By his standards, Lani was a fairly kind person, so he could help with this.
“Let’s start with his hair.”
Lani picked up a pair of scissors with a tense expression.
Though Lani had learned to cut hair, she wasn’t skilled enough to be considered an expert.
Snip, snip.
With each movement of the scissors, black hair fell to the floor.
Guy wondered if she wasn’t afraid of him. He watched her reflection in the mirror with renewed curiosity.
“Don’t move your head! We don’t have much time.”
Lani steadied Guy’s head again. Meanwhile, Noah shaved off the messy beard.
It dawned on Guy that the boy called Noah also had red eyes.
‘Is it because the saintess has the ominous symbol?’
The haircut turned out quite well. With his beard also shaved off, his appearance was significantly improved.
Next, Lani promptly pushed him into a bathtub and scrubbed him clean, removing all the grime.
Just this process consumed most of their time.
“Clothes, clothes!”
Lani ran around, eventually finding suitable attire.
“It was hard to find clothes because you’re so tall.”
He was tall but had lost muscle, making his body quite slim. Finding fitting clothes was indeed a challenge.
Nevertheless, once everything was in place and he was dressed, the result was impressive.
“How do you like it?”
Lani stood Guy in front of Irene and puffed out her chest proudly.
“He looks like a completely different person, doesn’t he?”
“Indeed.”
Irene blinked as she looked at Guy.
The man who initially resembled a wild beast now stood before her, looking like an intellectual scholar.
“Not bad at all.”
Burt’s voice doused the moment like cold water.
“He didn’t look this good even as a child. Clearly, he needs to build more muscle.”
“He can work on that over time. For now, I just remembered something. Are you hungry?”
Irene led the neatly dressed Guy to a table. On it were tea and light snacks.
Scones with cream and jam, well-baked pastries, and some fresh fruits.
“Please, help yourself.”
Guy resisted the urge to dive into the food. Recalling his manners, he spread jam and cream on a scone and took a bite.
“It’s delicious.”
The scone melted in his mouth, a stark contrast to the hard bread he had been eating.
“Have some tea as well.”
He took a sip of the tea as Irene suggested. Unlike the stale water and bland soup he was used to, the tea had a deep, rich flavor.
He ate the scones, drank the tea, and savored the fruit. As he ate, his eyes began to well up with tears.
Eventually, tears started to fall, one drop at a time.
There was a time when all of this was normal. A time when his mother was alive, caring for him.
The memories of that time were painfully bittersweet, filling him with both longing and ache.
“It’s okay.”
Irene spoke gently to Guy.
“You never have to go back to the tower again.”
Yes, he never wanted to return to the tower.
The experiences he was having now were so wonderful that he couldn’t imagine going back to the way things were.
“I won’t go back.”
Guy declared with determination.
“I will never go back to the tower.”
“Yes, let’s keep it that way.”
His mother had asked him to understand his father and brother and to never die, no matter what happened.
That’s why he endured being trapped in the tower, trying to understand them while staying alive.
But now, all of that seemed futile.
“I am human too.”
Guy suppressed the tears that threatened to fall again.
“Yes, we are all people.”
Since the saintess said so, it must be true.
He was a person, and now he would live like one.
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