The Reincarnated Young Girl Is Adored by the Spirits She Helped in Her Previous Life
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Sara’s ennoblement ceremony was over, and we exited the audience chamber.
I had entered alone, but when I left, everyone was with me.
“I was so nervous! Luria-chan, were you okay on your own?”
Freed from her nerves, Sara was full of energy.
“Luria was fine.”
“Wow! I was so nervous I couldn’t do well… You didn’t feel nervous at all?”
“Nope. Everyone was in awe of Luria’s perfect etiquette.”
“Whoa! As expected of Luria-chan!”
Chatting like that, we followed the attendant towards the king’s private chambers.
The king had told us to wait for him because he had something to discuss.
It wasn’t the reception room or a waiting room—we were being led to his personal chambers. That must have been a sign of his trust.
The king’s chambers were located deep within the royal palace, a bit far from the audience hall.
“So this is the king’s room, huh? It’s surprisingly plain.”
We entered the king’s private chambers.
The waiting room had been luxurious, but his personal quarters were modest.
“Oh? Wait, there are sweets! Can I eat these?”
There were sweets on the table.
Before waiting for an answer, Sara and I sat down to eat.
“Please, help yourselves.”
“Thanks! Let’s eat, Sara-chan.”
“Yeah!”
As Sara and I enjoyed the sweets, our fathers began a serious discussion.
They sat on a long sofa in front of a low table.
There were also sweets on their table, but none of them touched them.
“I cannot fathom His Majesty’s true intentions.”
“I don’t think it’s out of malice, but…”
“It’s clear that he acknowledges Sara, at least.”
Since the attendants were still in the room, they kept their voices low.
I had very good hearing, so I could make out their words, but the attendants probably couldn’t.
It seemed our fathers couldn’t figure out what the king was planning.
He would surely explain once he arrived, so I wasn’t too worried. I just focused on eating the sweets.
“These cookies are so good! Right, Sara-chan?”
“Yeah, delicious.”
“Hey, where did you get these cookies?”
“These were baked by the royal palace’s chefs.”
The attendant informed us.
“Ohh! As expected of the royal chefs. That’s amazing. Can you tell them thank you?”
“Thank you for your kind words. I’m sure the chefs will be pleased.”
“Yep.”
“Shall I prepare some tea for you? Or would you prefer milk?”
“Hmm, I want tea! With lots of sugar and milk. What about you, Sara-chan?”
“I’ll have the same.”
“Understood.”
The attendant also asked our fathers about their drink preferences before leaving the room.
Then, my father turned to me with a serious expression.
“Luria.”
“Hm?”
My father silently glanced around the room.
“You never know who might be lurking in the royal palace.”
“Ohh, I see.”
Spies and things like that—I knew about those.
I also glanced around the room.
Soft, floating spirits hovered around us.
‘There’s no one hiding under the floor, in the ceiling, or behind the walls.’
“Ohh.”
Kuro, who had secretly followed me, poked his head up from the floor to inform me.
It seemed there weren’t any spies around, but since my father was cautious, I moved closer to him with Sara.
I made sure to bring the plate of sweets with me.
“…Luria, can you tell me what happened after I left?”
Since my father spoke in a hushed tone, I also responded in a whisper while munching on a cookie.
“Hmm… munch munch… Where should I start…? First, Marion was called in…”
I told him how Marion had been summoned, how I then went alone to the audience chamber, how the high-ranking officials had said various things, how the king had picked me up, and how he had gotten furious and made the officials apologize profusely.
I didn’t mention our cousin who had bullied Sara.
That was a matter between me, Sara, and our cousin.
If anything happened again, I could just beat him up.
And if his parents got involved, I’d just tattle to my father then.
“Luria, what do you think of His Majesty?”
My father lowered his voice even further.
“You mean Grandpa?”
“Luria, address him as ‘His Majesty.’”
My mother scolded me.
“But Grandpa told me to call him that.”
When I said that, my father stiffened.
“His Majesty… actually said that?”
“Yes.”
“The king, who wouldn’t even let his own children call him ‘Father’…”
Just then, the door opened, and the king entered.
The adults hurriedly tried to stand, but the king gestured for them to remain seated before sitting down right next to me.
