"I'm not that shameless yet."
"We can seek help from the Royal Official..."
"Other oath-sworn families and Great Nobles are all up to no good, but whether the opposing Royal Family is decent, well, that's still hard to say now."
Enola did not respond, simply looking up at the boy's profile with her sky-blue eyes.
Shiayar sighed and muttered, "Alright, alright, the biggest reason is that I can't bear it."
"If we really took disaster relief from the Empire, who knows if by the time you grow up, some third or fourth prince might try to use that favor to arrange a political marriage or something..."
"I heard that the noble heirs in the Empire Capital are most useful as tools for political marriages. Such feudal traditions are unacceptable."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky.
"Anyway, back in Ceylon, you promised me you'd be my beautiful girl for life."
"I'm a very possessive person. We've already made a pinky promise, so it's too late for you to back out now."
