Book 1: Chapter 8
“Ah, your majesty.”
Castell who was dressed in a dark purple robe bowed before me, and said with a smile: “I heard her highness was not feeling well so I came to visit her. Please allow me to see her.”
Standing at the door of mom’s room, I smiled and replied: “Sorry, but her highness is still resting so I will have to turn you away.” I noticed Lucia who was standing behind him had already drawn her dagger…
Castell smiled and said: “Is that so? That is strange. I heard elves do not get sick, so can I take that as…”
Lucia had her dagger up against his neck before I could finish speaking, and coldly said: “Stop being presumptuous, human. Her highness is doing very well, don’t go spouting nonsense.”
Castell smiled and raised his hands up in surrender as Lucia held the dagger against his neck. Even so, he didn’t look nervous in the least. To the contrary, he looked like it was calculated on his part.
“Don’t do that, Lucia. He’s an envoy after all. Hurting him without good rhyme or reason will ruin our relationship.”
I hurriedly pressed Lucia’s hand down. She withdrew her dagger angrily and stood aside. I smiled apologetically at Castell and said: “Sorry, she’s in a bad mood because her highness is unwell. Regardless of what you may think, elves aren’t rocks, so we naturally have our own ailments. The idea that we elves don’t get sick just means that we don’t contract the same illnesses humans do. Her highness just feels a little sick and should be fine soon. I’m thankful that you care for her highness, but I hope you be mindful of your manners. Please don’t behave disrespectfully during sensitive times like this.”