After Duke Barantes returned, Anastasia went to see Louis.
It had been quite some time since he stayed at the Empressâ Palace for fever treatment, but even after a good recovery, Louis did not return to the Imperial Palace and stayed at the Empressâ Palace.
Louis never said that he wanted to return to the Imperial Palace or that he wanted to see Olivia.
So Anastasia, meanwhile, was scrutinizing all her nannies and maids who would form the new Imperial Palace.
âI feel like youâre quite open now, after staying at the Empressâ PalaceâŚâ
Obviously, his attitude had softened much more than before.
He showed unfathomable hostility, never raised a blade*, and answered questions without ignoring them.
*TN: never fought back
⌠Oh, was that too basic?
Anyway, living in the Empressâs Palace and living a much more stable life than before seemed to have an impact.
Instead of focusing solely on studying like before, the ratio between study, play, and rest was balanced.
Of course, there was no such thing as staying up all night. Anastasia stopped that no matter what.
It was when Anastasia finally reached Louisâs room.
âLouâŚâ
The moment she entered the room while habitually calling out Louisâs name, Anastasia noticed the scene in the room and kept her mouth shut.
She then turned her body and tried to get out again butâŚ
âYour Majesty the Empress?â
It was useless. Anastasia smiled shyly, relaxed her body.
âOh, Iâm sorry. I was quietly trying to get out of the way.â
âNo. itâs okay.â
Louis shook his head and put down his brush. He was painting with an expression serious enough that Anastasia took a step back.
âI was just trying to get some rest.â
âIsnât that too much?â
âNo. Itâs been a while since I have painted.â
Louis asked cautiously, answering bluntly.
â⌠Would you like to see it?â
âIâd like to!â
Anastasia walked closer to the easel in front of Louis with a big smile. It was not long before exclamations burst out.
âOh, my God. Did Louis really draw this?â
âYes! Of course.â
Louis, who answered proudly, asked cautiously.
âDid I draw it wrong?â
Did he draw it wrong?
It was the complete opposite. It wasnât a six-year-oldâs drawing skills.
She once saw a painting by Picasso when she was young.
That was what a real genius was like! It was an incredible level of painting that she could not believe it was painted at such a young ageâŚ
Now Louisâ painting was just like that.
âOur Louis, are you a genius?â
Anastasia asked, trying to ignore her heart beating with excitement.
âWhat did you draw?â
âThe carrot cake I ate yesterday.â
How could he express the texture of a cake and cream so realistically?
She just saw it, but it felt like she had touched it with her hands.
Anastasia couldnât say a word because she was admiring it, and was only immersed in sentiment.
Then an anxious Louis asked.
âDid I draw it wrong?â
âNo way. Good job!â
Anastasia answered quickly with a moved look.
âReally! How⌠How can you draw so well? Louis must be a genius.â
âGenius? Me? No way.â
âNo, itâs true. You must be a genius to draw this at the age of sixâŚâ
Anastasia could not take her eyes off Louisâ painting with a face that she loved so much.
âYou did a great job. Can you give this to me as a gift?â
âWhat? I canât do that!â
Louis refused, horrified, and Anastasia laughed awkwardly.
âAre we still too awkward to give presents like this?âŚâ
âI drew this for practice, so I canât. Iâm going to throw it away.â
An unexpected answer was heard. Oh, you didnât like it because it was for practice?
âI canât believe itâs a bad drawing⌠I think itâs too good.â
âNo, I didnât draw it well.â
Despite Anastasiaâs repeated praise, Louis did not change his assessment.
Anastasia was a little dissatisfied because the evaluation seemed too salty for her taste. Its a really great thingâŚ
âIf you want to have it, Iâll draw you with something better.â
âWhatever it is, if itâs from Louis, I like it all.â
âStill.â
âOkay, weâll do what Louis wants.â
Anastasia eventually smiled and nodded.
âIâve heard that Louis likes to paint, but I didnât expect it to be this much. Did you draw it often on Schweig Island?â
Unexpectedly, Louis shook his head at the question. Anastasia asked in a quizzical voice.
âWhy? You like it so much.â
âOlivia didnât like drawing.â
ââŚOlivia? Why?â
âPainting is for lazy people.â
ââŚâ
How strict was Oliviaâs standard of lazy people?
Anastasia made a disgusted face, but quickly loosened her expression and opened her mouth.
âItâs so nice to draw. Itâs good for emotional development, itâs good for brain development⌠Itâs very important anyway.â
âReally? Then can I keep drawing?â
âOf course. Donât be so self-conscious and draw if you want to.â
The remark gave Louis a good laugh.
Ah, so cuteâŚ
âIt definitely feels like his face has brightened since coming to the Empressâ Palace.â
The atmosphere itself seemed to have changed from when he was buried only in studying.
Itâs more lively and energetic. Of course, it might just be her feeling.
âYou look like your uncle, Louis.â
Louis blinked and looked at Anastasia at Anastasiaâs inadvertent words.
Anastasia quickly explained at the look of confusion.
âBefore the Emperor ascended the throne, he was a painter.â
⌠Of course, it had been a long time since he let go of the brush.
She heard that he did not belong to the court, but freely wandered from place to place and painted.
In particular, because he enjoyed painting landscapes, he lived a more wandering life.
â⌠of course.â
Anastasia smiled awkwardly and looked at Louis.
âIt must have had a great political purpose.â
As soon as he celebrated his coming-of-age ceremony, he immediately left the Imperial Palace and became independent. It was unusual.
This was because it was customary for unmarried members of the royal family to continue to live in the Imperial Palace.
But he knew that his very existence constituted a political threat to Alexander.
So he said that after he became independent, he wandered as far as possible and painted.
âThat was the happiest time. It was really free.â
One day, she remembered what he said.
Just as she was about to get a little sad at those words, he quickly added.
âNow the rankings has changed. Being with you is the happiest moment in the world.â
Anastasia muttered quietly and asked involuntarily.
âWould you like to go see your uncle?â
Seeing a bewildered light flashing across Louisâ face at that question, Anastasia quickly regretted it.
Oh, was it still too hasty a question?
â⌠Itâs scary.â
After a while, the answer came down like a stone on her chest.
Anastasia said playfully, trying to hide her sadness.
âWhy are you scared, your uncle? Anyone who hears that will think that your uncle is a monster.â
Louis didnât say anything, and Anastasia got all the answers in a short conversation of less than a minute.
It was the moment she saw what Wilhelm was so worried about right before her eyes.
âThis kid thinks his uncle killed his parents.â
It was obvious who had done such brainwashing. Her head hurt.
It must be the work of those outside the family who said they loved Louis âsincerelyâ.
Louis needed to be hostile to Wilhelm so they can do what they want.
She was angry.
The person who really loved him, that even his heart was afraid of violence, and he who was suffering from a sense of guilt and canât even reveal it.
âBut your uncle is not a scary person.â
Anastasia continued in a quiet voice.
âHe loves Louis so much.â
âReally?â
âYes.â
Anastasia replied with a grin.
âYou donât know right now, but one day Louis will know how he feels. âŚI believe so.â
Louis looked at Anastasia with a puzzled look on his face as if he did not understand it well, and Anastasia recalled when Wilhelm heard Louisâ death before regression.
âIâm so cursedâŚâ
He blamed himself, wailing as if he were about to collapse.
âI shouldnât have left him alone on Schweig Island. Every time I see my brotherâs face, I want to die, but I should have kept him by my side and loved himâŚâ
ââŚWillhelm.â
âItâs all my fault. Itâs like I killed him.â
ââŚâ
âHow much did he resent me? He thought I abandoned him, didnât he?â
Was Louis blaming Wilhelm as he feared? Did he think he dumped him on Schweig Island?
There was no way to confirm that at the moment.
But she thought it would be too sad if it really was the case.
âYour Majesty the Empress.â
Then, at the voice of Louis calling her, Anastasia woke up from her imagination.
âDo you want me to draw a portrait?â
âPortrait?â
âYes, Iâm practicing these days.â
Louis said with a slightly shy face.
âAfter a little more practice, Iâll draw a portrait of Your Majesty and draw it as a gift.â
âReally?â
Anastasia smiled brightly and nodded.
âOkay. Iâll be looking forward to it.â
At least for now, she decided to focus entirely on this relationship.