Chapter 233: The Emperorâs Daughter Chapter. 233
âDad! Iâm here!â
Caitel frowned after hearing my voice.
â⦠What are you doing?â
âDad, play with me.â
I ran into his arms, and Caitel gave me a blatant look of wonder. Assisi was trying so hard to hold his laugh.
âDonât laugh!â
I shouted at Assisi, but he only laughed more. When I yelled once more, he finally stopped laughing. It seemed that this unexpected situation still baffled Caitel.
âWhy is she doing this?â
âThe princess is angry because of the twins.â
âI didnât get angry!â
Leaning on the Caitelâs lap, I yelled at him, but it didnât work out. Assisi smiled and patted my head. While looking at that, Caitell put down the papers he had in his hand, grabbed me by the waist, and held me in his arms.
âAnyway, you are here now. Come here.â
It was refreshing to sit on his lap with my back leaning on his arm. Oh, this reminded me of my childhood.
âItâs been a long time since Iâve sat on your lap like this.â
âIs that so?â
âWhat are those?â
What I was interested in was the scrap of paper that Caitel had put down. The article was littered with strange characters. Was this the language that I had to learn how to read?
âThere are signs of rioting in Northern Pretzia. The Prime Minister of South Pretzia is in secret contact with Torre. The Hidden Trail of the Yultos Dynasty appeared. Weâre still trying to figure out whoâs protecting them. Weâre assuming that the former prime minister or the former Chancellor is protecting it.â
As I read all of it clearly, Caitel smiled proudly.
âNow, you can read it well.â
Yeah, well, of course, I can, but was I even allowed to read this? When I finished reading it, I felt uncomfortable because I felt like I learned the information that I wasnât allowed to learn. As if to represent my feelings, Assisi asked in a discreet voice.
âItâs a classified document of Pretzia.â
⦠What I just read was classified? Really?
âIt just came up. The former emperor left a blood-related family member.â
This? I couldnât believe it, so I looked back at the paper in my hand. Dad then laughed cynically.
âI thought I wiped them all away.â
The paper passed through dadâs hand and into Assisi. The knight read the lower part of the text that I hadnât managed to read. His expression was quite grim. I⦠I wanted to see it too.