In her hand were ten egg tarts.
Sometime Viola had said this.
“I can eat about ten of these.”
And there were exactly ten.
“I hope you enjoy them.”
Just the thought of her enjoying them made him excited.
But on the other hand, he was also worried.
If it was something related to Viola, he worried about everything from one to ten for no reason.
She won’t get mad, right?’
It’s egg tarts obtained through legitimate means, so she should like them.
The sweet smell of the egg tarts tickled his nose.
“They must be delicious.”
His mouth watered uncontrollably.
In fact, even Tundra really liked these egg tarts.
He always indulged her because Viola liked them.
It was a taste that couldn’t be experienced anywhere else outside Winterhold, and it was fortunate that Azulasia was in Winterhold.
Knock, knock.
He entered Viola’s room.
“Here are ten egg tarts. The owner of Azulasia made them especially for you.”
Luckily, Viola liked them.
After asking for a refreshing tangerine tea, she enjoyed the egg tarts with it.
Ouch!
Thud!
It was already the fourth one.
“Tundra, you should sit too.”
“How can a dog sit at the owner’s table?”
Tundra stood upright and just looked down at Viola.
That made Viola uncomfortable.
So, in a Bellatu-like manner, she spoke harshly.
“I don’t like being looked down upon from a higher place.”
“I’m sorry.”
Tundra remained in the same posture and kneeled down.
His eye level was lower than Viola, who was sitting on the chair.
It seemed like he misunderstood the command a little.
“Ugh.”
It became even more uncomfortable.
“Just sit already.”
Tundra had a tendency to stick to excessive politeness.
“Anyway, stubborn.”
I could have commanded him to sit in front of me even more forcefully, but I didn’t go to such lengths.
“It’s strange how he insists on things in weird situations, just like Hanjun oppa.”
Hanjun also insisted on things in strange situations.
Tightly closed lips.
He said he was uncomfortable, but he took it literally and kneeled down, staring at the ground with very little flexibility.
He didn’t show any signs of discomfort, even though his knees must be sore.
“Why does he behave more and more like oppa as time goes by?”
The older he got, the more he was like that.
Among Hanarin’s memories, the image of Hanjun in his late teens and early twenties took up the largest portion.
Tundra turned seventeen, and he became even closer to the image of the strong Hanjun in his memories.
“Would you like one too?”
“How can a dog have a meal with its owner? I’m happy and joyful just to spend time with my owner.”
“…Don’t you like sweets?”
“I don’t like sweets.”
But why did you gulp down your saliva?
But why did your nostrils flare?
“Do you really dislike it?”
“Yes, I dislike it.”
Viola narrowed her eyes.
It was obvious to anyone that he liked it, but he insisted on disliking it.
“I don’t like dogs that lie.”
Flinch.
Tundra’s body trembled.
“I’ll ask again. Do you like sweets?”
Tundra hesitated for a moment.
It was quite awkward.
If he were to say now that he likes sweets, it would mean he lied earlier.
But if he were to say he still dislikes them, Viola would probably be disappointed.
“Open your mouth.”
Viola forcibly stuffed an egg tart into Tundra’s mouth.
Tundra didn’t react.
He chewed the egg tart in his mouth.
“Gasahamida (Thank you).”
“Behave honestly in front of me.”
“Yes.”
There was a bit of egg cream on the corner of Tundra’s mouth.
He seemed to be completely unaware, perhaps due to being extremely tense.
“How cute.”
Was my older brother like this when he was young?
The fifteen-year-old Hanjun in his memories was quite grown-up, but compared to the present Viola, he didn’t seem that big.
To Viola, who had Hanarin’s consciousness, Tundra looked just like a young Hanjun.
“What should I say to make him feel more comfortable around me?”
Even if I tell him to feel comfortable, he won’t feel comfortable.
In a manner adapted to the world of “Bellatu’s Shadow,” I spoke.
“You are a dog, right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what the difference is between humans and dogs?”
“If you tell me, I’ll study it.”
Seeing his extremely polite response, I felt more frustrated.
“Humans have to think deeply, while dogs don’t have to think deeply.”
…”
“If you like something, you like it. If you dislike something, you dislike it. If you’re happy, you’re happy. If you’re hungry, you’re hungry. Just behave honestly. You’re a dog. Why does a dog have to consider and think about so many things?”
If you want to eat, just say you want to eat.
If you like sweets, just say you like them.
I don’t understand why that’s so difficult.
I’m sorry.”
“If you know how to apologize, then straighten out your identity. Got it?”
***
It felt like Tundra had been hit on the head.
Everything Viola said was true.
A dog is a dog.
A dog shouldn’t pretend to be a human.
“You scolded me.”
I was scolded.
So I had to show a changed appearance.
“Behave honestly, like a dog.”
Viola wanted that.
So Tundra made up his mind to do so.
It wouldn’t happen overnight, but he decided to be a little more honest in front of Viola.
So the next day.
Once again, Tundra found Viola.
Coincidentally, Viola was having tea with Xenon.
“I wanted to give it to you, Master.”
He decided to act like a dog.
With a single scolding and lesson, there was no hesitation in the footsteps of the loyal sword.
Viola raised an eyebrow.
“A flower?”
It was a vase filled with white flowers.
Xenon narrowed his eyes.
“Margerite flowers.”
Margerite flowers had pure white petals with a yellowish hue in the center.
Viola’s gaze fell on the vase.
“I remember you were looking closely at this flower on the roadside.”
“Tundra, do you know the language of this flower?”
“I don’t know.”
Tundra replied confidently.
He didn’t know flower language.
He just remembered Viola looking at that flower.
That’s why he wanted to give it to her.
Viola murmured.
“True love. Prophecy. Revealing secrets.”
“Do you study flower language, Your Highness?”
Viola just stared at the vase.
I don’t know why these things keep happening.
“This was the talisman that Han Jun gave me.”
“I want you to have it.”
“If you have this, luck will come to you.”
At that time, Han Jun didn’t even know the name of this flower.
He just brought it because it was pretty.
Margerite became an amulet for Hana Rin, who had a difficult time in the orphanage.
Over time, he looked it up in a dictionary.
“The flower language of Margerite is ‘true love, prophecy, reveals love, reveals secrets.'”
So Hana Rin secretly felt excited.
She even had ridiculous fantasies that the young Han Jun confessed his love to her through the flower.
“But, Oppa. You gave me a Margerite flower a long time ago.”
“Oh, did I?”
“Yes. It was an amulet for me.”
“I should have given you a couple more amulets. You cry so much.”
“Oppa, do you know the flower language of Margerite?”
“Well, what is it?”
“Actually, I don’t know either.”
Hana Rin pretended not to know, although she knew.
She felt embarrassed for getting excited for no reason.
Xenon spoke up.
“It seems like you don’t know anything about flower language.”
“I didn’t know, but is it a problem, Xenon?”
“No, if Your Highness doesn’t consider it a problem, then it’s not a problem.”
Xenon narrowed his eyes even more.
“But there seems to be a special magic treatment on the vase. It must be expensive.”
“I also receive a stipend from Bellatu.”
For the past three years, Tundra received a stipend from Duke Bellatu.
It was Xenon’s consideration.
To ensure that Lady Viola had no shortcomings, he provided her with a minimum maintenance cost.
“With this kind of item, you’d have to save every penny for three years.”
Tundra nodded his head.
“I am grateful that I can present three years of effort.”
I hope Viola likes it.
I hope she’s happy.
I hope she’s pleased.
That thought dominated his mind.
“Will she like it?”
With that thought, he observed Viola’s reaction.
Viola seemed to be in a good mood and a bad mood at the same time.
She just stood there, staring at the Margerite vase with a mysterious expression.
“Why is she doing this to me, after all?”
Is this also a coincidence?
Someone with the same face as Han Jun suddenly gave her a flower.
“Why Margerite? Why doesn’t he even know the flower language?”
Why does he resemble Han Jun so much?
“But you’re not Han Jun.”
Viola spoke up.
Although he looked like Han Jun, he wasn’t Han Jun.
She had to hold onto her own heart.
“You’re not Han Jun, Oppa.”
She made up her mind.
She spoke with a cold tone.
“What if you had used three years of effort on weapons or armor? Be true to your nature, like a dog. Sharpen your fangs.”
It was both an insult to Tundra and a self-flagellation for Viola.
And a few days later,
White Bellatu Viola’s official second mission was assigned.
“Here it comes.”
It was the mission Viola personally requested and Heron Duke accepted.
“Who would have thought the day would come when I, a special envoy, would be dispatched.”
Technically, it was the second mission.
She had also been to the Storm Fortress.
She wanted to live a thin, long, and happy life, but being dispatched as a special envoy at the age of twelve again?
“Anyway, I must be doing well, right?”
It felt like she kept getting involved in significant events, but maybe it was just her imagination.
“Still, it’s probably better to endure being a special envoy now than to face the appearance of Archmage Bengus in the future, I suppose.”
The news of Bellatu’s special envoy spread extensively in various news outlets, and rumors about Viola began to circulate worldwide.
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