As the southwestern folks listened to Marie playing the piano around the bonfire, a feeling of indescribable warmth enveloped them.
âItâs beautiful,â they couldnât help but think so. Although the melody was simple, it felt like a balm to their souls, as if they were momentarily freed from the torments of reality.
Marie continued her performance, effortlessly transitioning between different pieces, each one bringing immense comfort to their hearts.
âYouâre amazing! Thank you!â
As her performance reached its peak, the audience erupted into thunderous applause, with some moved to tears by the sheer brilliance of her playing.
Thus, the concert had concluded successfully.
While the audience was still basking in the afterglow of the performance, a figure unexpectedly emerged on the platform.
It was none other than the Crown Prince! The audience, still enchanted by the performance, was caught off guard by his unexpected appearance.
However, the usual hostility they once directed towards him was notably absent. It wasnât due to any fear of the knights behind the Crown Prince, but rather because everyone knew he had orchestrated all the recent events, including the concert.
Although the past animosity hadnât entirely vanished, it now seemed to exist in a somewhat gray area, not as intense as it used to be.
As the Crown Prince stood on the platform, he silently observed the crowd.
As they laid eyes on each other after a long time since the civil war, the plaza was filled with tension.
With bated breath, everyone awaited the Crown Princeâs words.
Eventually, the iron masked Crown Prince broke his silence.
âI wonât apologize for what happened in the past.â
In an instant, his words cast a gloomy shadow over the gathered crowd. How many lives had been lost in the Southern region due to the actions of that wretched Crown Prince?
Then, the Crown Prince continued, âI wonât try to justify what happened in the war. It would be remiss of me to expect that mere words could erase the haunting memories of that time.â
Everyoneâs expression took a sudden turn as soon as the Crown Prince continued cautiously, âZadar, Split, Trogir, Knin, Shabatz, Ruma, Novi SadâŚ.â The words that came out of his mouth caught everyone off guard, for they were the names of villages that endured bloodshed during the civil war between the 2nd Prince and himself. Many more names followed, listing them off one by one.
âI havenât forgotten any of them.â
âAs the Crown Prince, I can only do one thing for these villages: it is to restore the entire Southwestern region!â
Everyoneâs eyes trembled in response.
âIn memory of those who were sacrificed in the war, I want to restore the southwestern region. But I cannot accomplish that by myself. I wonât ask for forgiveness, as that wouldnât be fair. Instead, Iâll ask for your support in honoring their memory.â
Having said that, the Crown Prince turned around and stepped down from the platform.
âMay you all have a pleasant evening.â
Following the Crown Princeâs departure, Marie also left the plaza. Those who remained exchanged glances, finding themselves in a peculiar position. Despite their deep-seated disdain for the Crown Prince, they couldnât help but sense sincerity in his words.
Suddenly, something had shifted within them, unlike anything they had felt towards him before.
Upon returning to the Vale Case, the Crown Prince said to Marie, âYou did an amazing job, Marie. This whole thing happened thanks to you.â
âNo, itâs nothingâŚ.â Marie replied, shaking her head.
Despite the limited time, she had given her absolute best.
To show the southwestern folks the value of sugar, she employed her baking prowess. Next, she cleverly utilized the carriage to distribute the confections among them. As they began to enjoy the sweet treats and slightly warm up to the Crown Prince, Marie arranged a heartwarming concert at just the right moment.
âIf I had simply gathered them in the plaza and made a speech without Marieâs help, no one would have listened to me,â he thought to himself. âItâs all thanks to Marie.â
Of course, theyâre still uncertain of how they would react.
Still, the Crown Prince had made up his mind to reward Marieâs commendable efforts. Regardless of the outcome, she deserved recognition, considering the tremendous amount of work she had dedicated to the cause.
But suddenly, in that momentâŚ
Viscount Givrol, the administrator of the Vale Castle, burst into the office, gasping for breath. Both the Crown Prince and Marie turned their attention to him, taken aback by his sudden appearance.
âWhatâs wrong? Is there an emergency?â
âNot exactly, but something major did happenâŚ!â Viscount Givrol stammered, immensely flustered that he struggled to articulate his words properly.
âBreathe and speak slowly. What happened?â
âEveryone in the plaza⌠they all expressed their willingness to support Your Highnessâ plan!â
Marie and the Crown Prince exchanged looks of surprise with each other.
âYour HighnessâŚâ Marie said with a joyful expression on her face.
In response, the Crown Prince also grinned slightly and remarked, âItâs all thanks to you, Marie.â
The news of the Crown Princeâs declaration that day quickly spread across the entire southwestern region through word of mouth.
Although the wounds of the civil war couldnât be healed overnight, the southwestern people ultimately decided to support the Crown Princeâs cause.
Just like that, the task of recruiting manpower for sugarcane farming was successfully accomplished.
âIâm glad it worked out.â
âYes, Your Highness.â
âNow that itâs all over, itâs time for us to head back to the capital.â
With all the other tasks completed, the Crown Prince and his entourage got ready to depart from the Southwestern region.
Just before leaving Vale Castle, Marie and the Crown Prince stood atop a battlement overlooking the entire Northwestern region.
âAll those fields will be filled with sugarcane now,â the Crown Prince said, prompting Marie to turn her gaze towards him. âHow do you feel about it?â
âYou were the driving force behind the establishment of sugarcane farming in the southwestern region. From start to finish, you played a crucial role in making it happen. It feels like history has been made because of you.â
Blushing at the Crown Princeâs praise, Marie replied, âWell⌠I suppose it feels good.â
She didnât know how to put it into words, but she felt really good about it. No, actually, she felt over the moon knowing she had been able to help people.
As the Crown Prince looked at Marie with a serene gaze, he seemed to have something to say, but hesitated, so unlike his usual self.
When Marie gave him a puzzled look, he finally broke his silence, saying, âOnce the new crops grow in that field later, can you come with me again to see how it looks?â
âCan I really do that?â
Filling the field with sugarcane would take several years at least. Could she truly stay by his side until then?
The Crown Prince spoke once more, saying, âI hope you can accompany me on my journey ahead; that you would be there to support me along the way.â
Marieâs heart raced at his words.
âIf only I werenât a princess of the Cloyan KingdomâŚâ
Suddenly, a profound longing engulfed herâthe desire to be by his side, to be with him and offer support in all his future endeavors.
âIs there truly no other way?â
Then suddenly, the Crown Prince reached out his hand to her, and asked, âWould you?â
Upon hearing his hopeful voice, Marie couldnât help but bite her lip.
Deep down, she also longed to be with him, to accept his hand and stand by his side as his loyal supporter.
âIs it really impossible?â
She was well aware that she couldnât realistically stay by the Crown Princeâs side. The moment her true identity was revealed, he would have to kill her for the Empireâs best interest.
âBut⌠could there be no other way?â She thought, her eyes trembling.
If she stayed by his side and really really really offered him immense help as his loyal servant, could there be a different outcome?
It might be a risky gamble, but maybe he wouldnât have to end her life, even if he found out she was Princess Marina.
âCan I really take the risk?â
However, seeing her hesitation, the Crown Princeâs eyes casted downward.
âAs I expected⌠was I being presumptuous?â
Upon hearing his shaking voice, Marie bit her lips, to the point of drawing blood.
Then, suddenly, the Crown Princeâs eyes widened the moment he saw Marie tentatively holding his outstretched hand.
âYour Highness.â Marie took a deep breath and said, âCould you please grant me mercy at least once in the future?â
The Crown Princeâs face hardened. âWhatâs this all of a sudden?â
âPlease promise me. If you do, Iâll serve you faithfully and loyally from this moment forward.â
Upon hearing Marieâs request, the Crown Prince blinked his eyes for a moment. However, he shook his head as if he couldnât believe what she was saying.
âI cannot grant your request.â
Marie felt her heart sink in disappointment, but the Crown Prince continued, âHave mercy on you just this once? What do you take me for? I donât care how many times you ask. So donât worry.â
His words brought a smile to Marieâs face. âThank you, Your Highness.â
But of course, sheâs well aware that even if heâd said those things, he wouldnât hesitate to take her life if it went against the empireâs interest. After all, he was the Prince of Blood, capable of becoming a demon for the empireâs sake. But⌠butâŚ
âEven if itâs risky, letâs give it a try. Letâs make significant contributions and become so indispensable to him that he wonât kill me, even if he finds out my identity.â
With determination, she firmly held his hand.
From that day forward, something in Marieâs heart started to shift.
She decided not to run away anymore.