The Villainous Princess Wants to Live in a Gingerbread House

For a moment, Shamal’s ever-changing appearance stopped.
It looked strange because it stopped at the moment when a giant lizard turned into a rose.
Shamal said again as the Emperor frowned at the bizarre landscape.

“The Marquis of Serenetev.
He made a contract with the Spirit of Discernment.”

The Emperor referred to his son as if referring to others.

Shamal’s figure slowly changed again.
Unlike before, it was slow.

“It sounds like it’s wrong this time.”

The wind did not answer the Emperor’s words and spoke to himself, showing a translucent figure from one side to the other.

“It’s the first time you’ve spoken without conviction.”

The wind fluctuated for a long time after that and finally subsided.

One thing is for sure.
Your Marquis must be very fond of your Peach.>

At the end of the sentence, Shamal disappeared at once.
The cool wind blew, and it ended.
The Emperor sighed and slowly swept his solar plexus.

Judging from Shamal’s attitude, he didn’t seem to intend to tell the truth yet.
The Emperor had never regretted his choice in his life, but somehow he had a vague feeling that this decision to leave his youngest granddaughter at the palace would return to a big storm.

When Asha carefully returned to the room with a servant who seemed to have lost his soul, fortunately, Lise was still in the kitchen near the main palace.

Asha walked to the bed and threw herself on, listening to the sound of the door closing quietly.
She couldn’t sleep because her heart was shaking.
After all, she made snacks for the first time in her life.

‘What’s the gift? I hope it’s cashable.’

Then as soon as she return home, she could sell it, buy sugar, butter, and flour, and bake snacks…

‘If it’s a little big, maybe I can buy a house…’

If the roof was not repaired yearly, you might get a decent house to live in with your mom and dad, which was not a house where you could get rained inside.

Asha, thinking that far, suddenly felt the embroidery on her pajamas with her hand.
When the kitchen went crazy about the loss of two cakes, the bird, who disappeared as if she didn’t want to be bothered, remained in her pajama embroidery.
Asha pressed the overly vivid and chubby embroidery with her fingertips.

“Augh, au? Because of you, I…”

“Wow!”

There was a brief disturbance behind Asha’s scream.

First, her ladies-in-waiting arrived, and Lise ran into her room after a while.
Asha explained that she had a nightmare.

After reassuring her, she hesitated to see if she was worried and left, leaving Asha to catch her breath while lying on her bed.
Just when it was quiet around her, Asha got up and tapped herself on the head.

“Is it an auditory hallucination?”

This body is the great spirit of the senses!>