I suddenly wondered why I was so angry. Was it because Aiden and I came out on a picnic together?
âDad, when you come on a picnic with me later, we can lie down too.â
âItâs not the first time, is it?â
Dad, looking thoroughly upset, tightly shut his mouth and avoided my gaze.
Five years of being a daughter. I now had the ability to resolve such sulks. I placed my hands on my hips and looked up at the sulking dad.
âIs the first time that important?â
âAre you saying you wonât go on a picnic with me if itâs not the first time?â
ââŠNo, thatâs not it.â
Dad shook his head hastily. It seemed he wanted to go on the picnic.
âDo you want to go on a picnic with me, Dad?â
âThen itâs settled!â
I made a clear decision. Dad looked at me as if to ask what I was talking about. Before he could start arguing, I nailed it down.
âLetâs go on two picnics!â
âHehe, he fell for it.â
I thought it would go smoothly, but it didnât. Dad, who still looked unsatisfied, slightly raised his gaze.
His gaze was directed at Aiden.
âWhy Aiden all of a suddenâŠ?â
Before I could wonder, Dad spoke.
âNot him, on the picnic.â
His firm and cold voice made me nod. I had no intention of putting Aiden and Dad together anyway. They always glared at each other whenever they met, and I would be the one to suffer in between. Still, Dad looked unsatisfied. He looked at me seriously. I also became serious, thinking it might be something serious.
âKeep your promise, Mabel.â
âYou have to go twice.â
After hearing my answer a few times, Dad seemed satisfied and left with Gustav, who had come to fetch him. I shook my head.
âRaising Dad is hardâŠ.â
*** Aiden and I took advantage of the moment when Lyssandro and the maids were distracted to quickly remove the blanket and dig out the stone. Just in case, I didnât touch it with my fingertips, and Aiden picked it up instead.
âI feel holy power. A lot of it.â
âSo itâs a holy relic, thenâŠâ
Actually, asking the Holy King would be the fastest and easiest way, but for some reason, I didnât want to ask him. We had already experienced a major incident involving a holy relic, and I still didnât trust him.
âLetâs try the guildâs abilities this time.â
In this case, it would be better to go through people rather than asking animal friends. While I was deep in thought, the nanny, who had been watching us from a distance, approached and asked.
âAre you enjoying the picnic?â
âWould you like some dessert?â
I nodded vigorously with sparkling eyes. Even though I was full from eating a lot of sandwiches, it didnât matter.
âIf itâs dessert, I can eat even if my stomach bursts!â
And since Aiden also liked dessert, we could share. However, when I looked at Aiden, his expression seemed stiff.
âAiden? Are you in pain?â
âIf youâre in pain, you must tell me. Okay?â
Fortunately, it seemed he wasnât in pain. A moment later, a sweet dessert was placed in front of us. It was a chocolate cake that looked so sweet it could melt your tongue just by looking at it. I immediately took a big bite with a fork, but Aiden, with a serious face, started talking.
âAccording to Casey, Duke Javier is planning something.â
My mouth was full of cake, so my words were muffled. Aiden somehow understood.
âI couldnât find out what exactly. I tried to infiltrate a guild member to steal some information, butâŠâ
âHmm. Itâs hard to get in there.â
I nodded, wiping my mouth with the handkerchief Aiden handed me. I had asked animal friends to infiltrate the dukeâs mansion several times, but they always failed. I wondered what was so concerning that they had layered anti-intrusion magic, making it impossible for even insects or animal friends to enter.
âI can only trust animal friends.â
Other noblesâ mansions werenât as heavily guarded. At most, they had guards patrolling the area. In contrast, the security at Javierâs mansion was on par with the royal cityâs defenses.
âA sinister snake-like person.â
If there were no barriers, I could have already found his weaknesses and brought down the arrogant duke. There must be many things in the mansion that shouldnât be seen. Thatâs why he had the barriers in place. My fork, which was angrily stabbing the cake, suddenly stopped.
âHmm? Come to think of itâŠâ
There was a way to get into Javierâs mansion.
âYeah. What if I go to investigate the mansion? There will be horses or dogs or animals inside, right?â
âAre you saying you will go to the mansion yourself, Your Majesty?â
I was surprised by his firm opposition. I thought Aiden would agree.
âBut itâs fine. Iâll just invite a few guests and do it. I wouldnât do it if my head was empty.â
Aiden tilted his head, puzzled. He must have thought I was planning to infiltrate myself. I nodded with a satisfied smile.
âYeah. I have a trump card.â
*** The trump card was the tea party invitation Emily had sent me. When I returned to my bedroom, I called Oscar, who had come to see me, to write a reply. I could write it myself, but it was more natural to go through Oscar, considering the eyes around us.
âI should pretend to learn to write soon.â
I was now at the age where I should start learning various things, and Dad would allow it. While I was lost in thought, Oscar looked at me.
âWhat should we write next?â
âThank you for the invitation. Iâm looking forward to the tea party.â
âOkay, Iâve written it.â
I looked at the reply Oscar had written. As always, his handwriting was beautifully neat, unlike a childâs.
âDid he only practice writing after eating?â
I stared at his enviable handwriting, and Oscar tilted his head.
âIf I send it like this, they wonât know if I wrote it or notâŠâ
Since it was clearly a ghostwritten reply, I needed to stamp a seal to show it was from me.
âYeah, thatâs true. Hmm. Then, Mabel, do you want to sign it yourself?â
I was startled by the unexpected suggestion.
âDonât worry, Mabel. Iâll help you.â
Oscar handed me a quill. Holding the quill, I broke out in a cold sweat.
âHow do I make it look clumsy?â
I inadvertently held the quill skillfully, which was embarrassing. Oscar placed his hand over mine.
âHere, write like this. Mabel⊠Gadenia, Ermanno.â
My hand, following Oscarâs, drew lines awkwardly. Thanks to Oscarâs help, it was much neater than my usual handwriting.
âUgh, my pride is hurtâŠâ
While I was clenching my other fist in frustration, Oscar neatly folded and sealed the letter.
âWhy did you suddenly decide to go?â
âYeah, because I want to play with Emily and see the mansionâŠâ
âThat doesnât seem like a good ideaâŠâ
I tilted my head back to look at Oscarâs face, which seemed less than enthusiastic. Oscar, who had a sour expression, smiled when he met my eyes.
âNo, nothing. Have fun.â
ââŠDo you want me to go with you?â
I hesitated for a moment at Oscarâs offer. If it was just a tea party, I would naturally go with Oscar, but this visit had a purpose.
âIâm going to secretly stir up the dukeâs mansion, and it would be inconvenient with Oscar around.â
A hint of expectation flashed in Oscarâs eyes as he looked at me. He probably wanted to go because Enrique was at Javierâs mansion. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do.
âNo. Itâs fine. Iâll go with Aiden.â
Oscarâs smile vanished.
I patted Oscarâs shoulder, which looked dejected.
âDid he miss Enrique that muchâŠ?â
I should talk to Dad about the ban on visitors soon, for Oscarâs sake. *** In front of Mabelâs bedroom. The father and son, who had finished their respective schedules, accidentally met each other.
âOscar, are you here to see Mabel?â
They entered Mabelâs bedroom together. Expecting Mabel to greet them with a sulky face, they found the room dark.
âShe must be sleeping. Itâs not even eight yet.â
âBabies sleep a lot.â