She Was Sent by God

 

Agnes objected with a sad expression.

 

“I don’t know what the princess asked for, but how difficult would it be? If possible, please do it.”

 

As Zoltan actively supported Agnes’s plea, Laslo hesitated before finally nodding his head.

 

“Alright then. I’ll do it.”

“Really?”

 

Agnes smiled and raised her head like a puppy.

 

“Is that true? When? When are you planning to do it?”

 

She persistently asked.

 

“Um, in the near future…”

 

On the contrary, Laslo’s voice gradually faded.

 

“In the near future? Then let’s do it tonight.”

“What?”

 

He turned his head in surprise. Agnes got up from her seat after wiping her mouth with a napkin.

 

“I have something to attend to now, so I’ll be going.”

“W, Wait, princess!”

 

Ignoring the earnest voice calling out from behind, she swiftly left the dining hall.

 

“What’s wrong, madam?”

 

As she laughed so hard while working, Ney later asked, looking at Agnes with strange eyes.

 

“Something good happened.”

 

The tone of her laughter was ominous, leaving Ney unable to ask what it was.

 

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As soon as Agnes finished her work, she ran to Laslo’s bedroom.

The servant in front of her opened the door naturally.

 

“Duke?”

 

As she entered the room, Laslo jumped up from his seat.

 

“You’re here.”

 

Agnes hurriedly ran up to him and stood in front of him.

 

“Well, I’ve come to receive praise.”

 

Agnes’s face exuded confidence as she came to receive the praise she was promised.

Laslo’s expression became difficult to interpret.

 

“Princess…”

 

He shook his head while talking. Agnes took another step forward.

 

“Are you trying to take back your words now?”

 

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a stern look. Laslo shook his head.

 

“No, that’s not it. Sigh. Okay. Please close your eyes instead.”

 

He let out a short sigh and then resolutely raised his hand over Agnes’s shoulder.

 

“My eyes?”

‘Do I need to close my eyes for a kiss on the cheek?’

 

Although puzzled, she closed her eyes obediently.

After closing her eyes, surprisingly, nothing happened for a longer time than she expected.

Considering peeking to see if he was about to do something, suddenly his breath drew nearer, and something touched her lips.

 

‘Huh?’

 

It was incredibly soft and sweet, like frosting on a chiffon cake.

The moment Agnes realized it was his lips, her body stiffened.

Her hand gripping the fabric of Laslo’s clothing tensed up.

 

“Hmmm”

 

Flustered, she opened her mouth to say something, but in that moment, something soft suddenly came in between.

She felt strange. A shiver ran down her spine, and her legs went weak.

Her body felt like it was floating as if she were on a cloud.

Agnes clung to him, holding her breath.

After a long time, his tongue, which had been wandering around her mouth, finally retreated. No, it actually felt like a very short time.

 

“Princess.”

 

He whispered in a low voice. When she opened her eyes, Laslo’s face was the first thing she saw.

Agnes let out a breath she had been holding in.

 

“T-The kiss…”

 

At some point, her cheeks had turned red.

 

‘Hmm’

 

On the other hand, Laslo looked quite calm unlike in the beginning. Somehow, his pupils seemed darker than before.

 

“I was going to ask you to do it on my cheeks…….”

 

Agnes bowed her head and chirped in a small voice.

 

“Oh. Ah?”

 

Laslo, who belatedly understood Agnes’ words, floundered.

 

“Of course, you just said kiss. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

 

An unbearable silence lingered between them.

As Agnes, without raising her head or saying a word, only fidgeted with her hands, Laslo became increasingly flustered.

 

“P, princess. I made a mistake. I should have asked beforehand. I am so stupid for not understanding what the princess wants…….”

“Duke”

 

He stood before her, offering various apologies. Agnes looked up at him with flushed cheeks.

 

“It’s okay.”

“Huh?”

“So this is what a kiss is like.”

 

That’s why Chavolti clung to Sophia and kissed her that day.

Agnes’ eyes sparkled as if they had stars in them.

She ran toward Laslo and pulled him by the hem of his clothes.

 

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“What? No, wait, Princess.”

 

He seemed extremely flustered. As Laslo stepped back, Agnes held onto him tenaciously.

 

“It’s okay. Just close your eyes. I’ll do it this time.”

“Princess, please let go of me.” Laslo pleaded.

 

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“It’s hot.”

“Should I bring more ice?”

 

Summer had arrived in Sutmar in full force. The west had a short and warm winter, but boasted a scorching summer.

Agnes, who was sensitive to heat, was drooping with her skirt fluttering.

Beside her, Ney diligently fanned her.

 

“It’s unusually hot this year, it didn’t rain at all.”

“That’s true…”

 

Even sitting still, sweat dripped involuntarily. Agnes tried to breathe as lightly as possible.

 

“With hardly a cloud in sight, it seems like we might have a bad harvest this year.”

 

Ney expressed her concerns.

 

“That’s true… Huh?”

 

Agnes, who had been limp like a wilted vegetable, stood up without saying a word.

 

“There’s no cloud?”

 

Agnes stuck close to the window and checked the sky, which was truly clear and blue without a trace of clouds anywhere.

 

“Yes. What’s wrong?”

 

Agnes turned her body around and told Ney.

 

“Go and call Theo.”

 

“The Wizard?”

 

Ney was puzzled by the princess’ sudden words, but said yes and went outside.

A while later, Theo appeared.

 

“Did you call me, Duchess?”

“Is there anyone among the magicians who knows how to use climate magic?”

 

She recalled when the wizards first mentioned their specialties, one of them mentioned being able to create clouds.

 

“Are you talking about Luna?”

“Yes. Can you bring her here now?”

“Uh, well. That’s…”

 

Theo’s expression darkened suddenly.

 

“Why? Is there a problem?”

“Luna has been feeling down due to some personal matters these past few days…It might be difficult for her to use magic.”

 

“Personal matters? What happened?”

 

Agnes began to pry for details.

Theo hesitated, stumbling over his words before finally confessing.

 

“Well, the truth is, Luna…”

 

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“Oh, my. Sniff, sniff, sniff.”

 

Luna was a typical southern beauty with light blonde and fresh light green eyes.

In addition, coming from a noble family, she had learned magic from a young age and had a deep understanding of it.

 

“I, I’m sorry. Duchess.”

“Have you cried it all out?”

 

Agnes watched the woman crying in front of her for a while with her chin resting on her hand.

 

“Y, yes.”

“So, to sum it up, as soon as you came to Sutmar, you fell in love with a guy and chased after him like your life depended on it?”

“W-Well, not like my life depended on it.”

 

Luna lowered her head as if she was embarrassed.

 

“And after chasing after him like that, you confessed your feelings and he rejected you right away?”

“Uh, yes.”

 

Tears that she thought had stopped began to fall again.

 

“So, you’re in a state where you feel like you can’t do anything, whether it’s magic or anything else…”

 

Luna nodded with her eyes full of tears.

 

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

 

Agnes let out a deep sigh.

 

“Who is this man exactly? Is he a noble?”

“Yes…”

“Do I know him?”

 

Luna sniffled.

 

“Tell me his name. There might be something I can do to help.”

 

It has been quite a long time since the full-fledged summer began.

Upon asking Niall, Agnes heard that the crops were wilting and withering due to the prolonged absence of rain.

So, Agnes’ goal was to soothe this wizard well and bring rain.

 

“Sniff, it’s Sir Zoltan.”

“What?”

 

Agnes doubted her ears for a moment.

 

“It’s Sir Zoltan, Duchess.”

“What did you say?”

 

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For that reason, Zoltan Arpad came here.

As soon as Zoltan came in, he frowned when he saw Luna sitting down.

 

“Why did you call me, princess?”

“Well, must we always have something important to discuss when we meet face-to-face?”

 

Agnes awkwardly smiled, trying to get Zoltan to sit next to Luna.

 

“Looking at you like this, you two look really good together.”

“Oh, really?”

 

Luna blushed and glanced at Zoltan sitting next to her but Zoltan suddenly stood up.

 

“I will take my leave.”

“It hasn’t been that long since you arrived.  Please, have a seat.”

“I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about with Miss Luna.”

 

Unlike his usual teasing manner, Zoltan’s voice now carried a firm tone.

 

“I’m not suggesting that you marry Luna right away. Just take your time getting to know each other.”

“I have someone I care about.”

“W-What? That’s a lie!”