âMy mother told me about this garden.â
Arsene went back to his house to think about the matter. Demimore said he wanted to give him some time alone.
Although being alone together felt awkward, Demimore stated that he wanted to admire the houseâs garden. Demimore exclaimed in admiration as she looked at the splendid flowers.
âI can see why my mom missed it. Itâs so beautiful.â
âItâs not just that.â
âThe flowers change every day?â
âHow did you know?â
I tried to tell him the gardenâs secret, hoping to surprise him even more, but he already knew, which surprised me even more.
Demimoreâs eyes widened as if it was funny that I was looking at her with wide, sunken eyes.
I wondered how his eyes, which can be so piercing, could be so pretty when he smiles.
I donât think thereâs anyone on this continent whose eye smile is as beautiful as his.
âMy mother talked about this garden.â
âHuh?â
âShe said thereâs a garden where the flowers change every day.â
I thought Arsene used magic to change the flowers in the garden every day just for me who stays here alone. But since even Demimoreâs mother knows about it, it must have always been like that.
Oh, Iâm so glad I didnât tell Arsene. I would have been thoroughly embarrassed. I canât even imagine how many years of tease I would have to endure.
âHis Majesty planted a beautiful garden in his palace for my mother, who misses it.â
The palace garden was filled with all kinds of extravagant and unusually beautiful flowers.
And although I hadnât seen it myself, there was even a beautiful and enormous indoor garden in the palace.
My father, who was one of the few people who had access to them, had dismissed them as a waste of taxpayer money.
âBut my mother always had a dreamy look in her eyes, and she regretted leaving this beautiful garden behind.â
I could see why the Emperor was so obsessed with his gardens and greenhouses.
The Emperor must have loved Demimoreâs mother much more than I thought. Well, he even granted me an unusual wish for saving her life.
He doesnât even know what I want to wish. Moreover, Iâm the youngest daughter of Grand Duke Conler whom he hated so much.
âWhy did she leave this beautiful place and end up in the palace?â
Demimoreâs face looked quite bitter as he fiddled with the petals of the freesia.
Even though it was night, the bright moonlight revealed his handsome features. Looking at him like that, I felt like I was watching a movieâ¦â¦.
âStill, I think your mother must have been happy.â
âMy mother?â
âYesâ¦â¦. With Demimore by her side.â
I had a very sentimental thought that Demimore was the most beautiful flower the emperor had ever planted in her garden.
If she looks this beautiful in my eyes, how much more beautiful would he have appeared in his motherâs eyes?
âCould that really be true? I couldnât even protect her properly?â
âWhat are you talking about? Thanks to you, she was saved.â
âBut itâs all thanks to the Laminaicho you gave me.â
âI only gave it to you. It was you who used it when your mother was in danger.â
âYouâre forcing it too much.â
âWell, it doesnât matter. After winter, weâll finally turn fifteen. Weâre still young. We just need to do well from now on.â
I didnât bring up the fact that my mother wasnât here because it wouldnât serve as any consolation. I didnât want to comfort him by pointing out my own deficiencies. I wanted to show Demimore endless possibilities.
Even though I didnât realize until now that I was loved enough, Iâm somehow finding a way to envision a future where my family is happy together.
ââ¦â¦ Iâve been studying really hard lately, not just swordsmanship, but also classical literature and diplomacy. Iâm even studying imperial studies behind Cameronâs back.â
âHuh? Oh, wow. Thatâs great. Iâm impressed.â
I didnât know what to say to Demimore, who was suddenly bragging about his studies, so I gave him a thumbs-up.
But I felt like it wasnât enough just to look at her, I hesitated for a moment and then raised my hand, placing it on Demimoreâs head.
Even if weâre friends, is it okay to just stroke his headâ¦â¦. As I hesitated, Demimore subtly closed her eyes.
I relaxed and stroked his silky silver hair.
âI wonder if you really meant that complimentâ
âOh no, I thought you were amazing.â
âHaha, yeah. Iâll believe it.â
At Demimoreâs words, I felt a bit sheepish from denying it too much. He chuckled softly.
Perhaps because his laughter sounded pleasant, my heart fluttered slightly, and I stroked Demimoreâs head a little more firmly before retracting my hand.
Demimore opened one eye to see if he was disappointed that I was no longer stroking his hair.
âSince Iâve been studying like that, Jasper has been enjoying it the most.â
âAh, I can imagine.â
I thought of Jasper, who always begged me to motivate Demimore whenever he saw me.
Considering that Demimore is studying with determination and even studying imperial studies, I could imagine how thrilled he must be.
If I think about Cameron, who had seizures just from reading books related to imperial studies, I can imagine how much effort Demimore is putting into his studies.
âYouâre truly amazing, Demimore.â
âI thought the same. But hearing about the situation youâre in, I wondered if itâs really impressive that I can study so comfortably.â
âI donât think thereâs a need to compare yourself to others. Just because itâs hard for me doesnât mean it has to be hard for you.â
ââ¦Is that so?â
I nodded firmly in response to Demimoreâs words. I didnât want Demimore to go out of his way to make his own emotions seem insignificant because of me.
âThatâs why I hope you donât feel responsible for my situation for no reason.â
âIf you say it like that, it sounds really hurtful.â
âAh, of course, Iâm thankful for your help.â
I quickly pacified Demimore, whose lower lip was starting to pout. Demimore looked at the colorful flowers again, and then, as if resolving something, he said.
âIâll stay until I can convince Arsene.â
âI understand.â
I said with a playful sigh. Demimore smirked at me mischievously.
I tried to speak as coldly as possible, but I also hoped that Demimore would understand my intentions.
It might be futile, but I didnât want him to give up anything in his life because of me.
âBy the way, with these flowers blooming so beautifully, itâs no wonder that Laminaicho is extraordinary.â
âI asked Arsene, and he said that Laminaicho is difficult to grow even with magic.â
Laminaicho was a green leaf that grew parasitically on branches that had withered during winter. Each leaf was extremely precious because they literally sprouted like magic.
We were fortunate to have a few laminaicho trees in our estate.
The Laminaicho, which bloomed with such strong vitality, became an ingredient for creating powerful potions, but its full effect would not manifest unless properly processed.
âThatâs why Lucas is truly amazing. He keeps studying and cultivating Laminaicho.â
âThe Emperor even tried to create a cold room to grow Laminaicho.â
In addition to the greenhouse, a cold room. It seemed like something the Emperor would do. Demimore shook his head as if he was truly annoyed.
In the end, he said, it was rejected because the conditions werenât right, and the laminaicho wasnât that easy to grow.
It was so demanding that even the Emperor, who was obsessed with plants, could easily give up on it.
âYou gave me something so precious.â
âIt was to repay youâ¦â
Demimore chuckled as he recounted how ridiculous it was that I had given him the laminaicho as a child.
Feeling a little awkward, I rubbed my upper lip with my index finger. In the end, thanks to the Laminaicho, I obtained a wish ticket like a blank check from the Emperor, so it wasnât a bad thing.
âWasnât it a waste?â
âYou were able to save your mother so it wasnât a waste.â
âWell, Iâm happy to still have my mother, andâ¦â¦. I could come and see you like this.â
With that, Demimore covered his mouth and turned away. Demimoreâs ears perked up as he realized he had said something embarrassing.
Well, he was good at everything, but sometimes, he would get embarrassed in strange situations. After taking a few deep breaths, Demimore turned back around.
âBy the way, Maryâs birthday is also in winter. And Laminaicho also blooms in that cold season.â
âUm, donât you think thatâs a little far-fetched?â
âHaha. Canât you agree with me a little? Itâs nice to have a strong vitality like Laminaicho.â
âItâs nice to live long, butâ¦â¦.â
You tend to get too attached to life.
I remembered something Leo had said to me once. Hmm, I rubbed my forearm, feeling creeped out. Demimore asked me in a concerned voice if I was cold.
I quickly shook my head, but Demimore took off his coat and placed it on my shoulders.
âT-Thank you.â
âItâs okay. By the way, speaking of Laminaicho, do you know what itâs called among common people?â
âMagic potion? Panacea?â
At my answer, Demimore shook his head vigorously. Then he spoke in a hushed voice.
âThe herb that blooms in the season of death.â