Chapter 167
Elizabeth felt deep joy at how gorgeous a sight Marianne appeared to be before these Royals and her body’s cheeks did not fail to demonstrate their slight mesh by smudging with drops of rose watercolour her sweet features.
In the midst of her entrancing blush, the men observed with timid joy for the girl softened any who beheld such occurrence.
Yet, unfortunately for them, the Emperor had to proceed with the formalities forcing them to cease the delightful appreciation.
"Ahem... Having addressed to the Ninth her fresh name... The Spirit’s Tears tribute ought to be handed." — Extending his hand, he announced.
From his side, an elegant servant brought a small treasure casket on a pompous pillow of velvety cloth which at times adopted the dark red of the Royals emblem and, at others, the beaming violet of their Household’s eyes.
The coffer was true to its antiquity. Its wooden material had the texture a wise old tree would possess and the iron pieces assembling its small shape were rusty for the centuries it must have maintained that little gate closed.
The Emperor took it in his hands and opening its lock, he showed the pearl-like-sized sphere inside it to its new owner.
"A sign of your attainment this is, Lady Marianne, The Ninth Calla’s Confidant, Pristina Pars.
— Keep this hurtful tear of mine and deliver it to every Confidant... Yet retrieve it later... for its final owner ought to be my friend’s promised. —
The guardian spirit’s tear that remained is to be kept by you, its rightful owner. Those were the spirit’s instructions..."
Receiving the crystalline tear, she noticed the subtle hills in the spherical shape.
Of a coral shade, the tear appeared to have waves in the form of a blossoming flower and tiny white specs of white flowed in its vivid sea, leaving strokes of its pure colour as they moved leisurely inside it.