The Princess Wants to Live

The voice of the branch manager of the company was heard from inside, and Ambuch walked towards the sound with a brisk pace. The man, who was staring at the soft pink hair that was vainly brushing against his fingertips, immediately clenched his fists and hid himself in the darkness. Ambuch narrowly escaped the man’s grasp and faced the branch manager.

 

“Branch manager? Sorry, I guess you were sleeping.”

 

“No. I feel ashamed to see you like this.”

 

The branch leader, whose cheeks were gray, pushed up his glasses and lowered his head. Then, Ambuch suddenly waved his hand towards the branch manager.

 

“Do not say that. It’s obvious that the branch manager has the hardest time and he does the most work.”

 

The branch manager’s eyes became moist as she heard her words filled with only sincerity. The branch manager hurriedly took a look at her eyes and made her smile brightly.

 

“As I get older, I am moved by even the smallest things, without hesitation.”

 

“The branch manager is doing well. He knows me better than anyone else. Hold on a little longer.”

 

In fact, until this incident is resolved, the branch manager’s hardships are guaranteed. However, she did not mention such a thing, and she did not even say that Her Majesty the Princess was personally looking into this incident. Although she cared for the branch leader in front of her, she had enough sense not to talk about the imperial princess’s movements in order to put his mind at ease. Even though it seemed like he was living in a flower field, Ambuch was a ‘taren’.

 

“Yes. More than that, miss, this is a chart I’ve put together as instructed.”

 

“Huh. Great job.”

 

Ambuch’s eyes were sharper than ever as he examined the flow of logistics given to him by the branch manager. How much time has passed? Ambuch glanced at the branch leader, who was almost fainting, and stood up quietly. Ambuch quietly slipped out from inside holding a bundle of documents and eventually stopped tall.

 

“Huh? You…”

 

Ambuch smiled brightly when she saw the man standing in front of her.

 

“How have you been doing? The branch manager will be grateful that you come to work. Of course, so do I.”

 

At Ambuch’s words, the man bowed his head and made a good-natured voice.

 

“Thanks to you, it worked out well.”

 

Although she lost all the money that Ambuch gave her, she learned that money cannot buy people. Anyway, it was helpful, so it’s not a lie.

 

“Really? Thank god.”

 

A good-natured smile spread across the man’s lips as he saw Ambuch smiling.

 

“Please cheer up a little more. There are no missing people recently, so it will be soon…”

 

The man, who was staring at Ambre, who was chatting away with his plump red lips, immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes. And then one step, one more step. He began to move toward her, until he reached a point where he could grab her by the neck with just an outstretched hand.

 

“Miss!”

 

The branch manager suddenly appeared behind her. He must have woken up in a hurry and his hair was a mess. However, even while looking at the branch manager like that, Ambuch shook his head without hiding his pitiful expression.

 

“No more sleep.”

 

“No. I can’t lie down while the lady is leaving.”

 

Despite suppressing the dark shadows around his eyes, the branch leader insisted on seeing off Ambuch.

 

“Hmm, if that’s the case.”

 

“Yes. What? Did you have any work today?”

 

As the branch manager lifted his glasses, the man bowed his waist.

 

“I came out just in case.”

 

The branch manager must have been moved by his words and walked towards him with a tearful expression on his face. The branch manager, holding his shoulder tightly, shook his head.

 

“I’m really grateful to have someone like you.”

 

The man looked down at his shoulder, which was being held by the branch manager, and naturally took off his hand.

 

“No. If I can help, that’s enough. Then I’ll go to work.”

 

The man was about to leave, but Ambuch called him over.

 

“Oh, wait a minute.”

 

Ambuch motioned towards the branch manager, who quickly took out his money bag from his pocket. Ambuch, who handed the money bag to the man, laughed.

 

“This means that you have worked hard all this time and that you will continue to work hard at this company.”

 

“No, I have what you gave me last time, but I can’t receive it again…”

 

Even before the man, who declined the money bag with a good-natured face, finished speaking, En Buche opened his mouth.

 

“Take it. Because it’s an order. And I will continue to work hard in the future.”

 

The man, who met her eyes filled with infinite goodness, truly goodness, bowed her head and took her money bag. Ambuch left her post, and her branch leader disappeared with her. However, the man remained stuck in place and stared at the spot where Ambuch had left for a long, long time.

 

* * *

 

Meanwhile, Olivia and Cryer had just returned to the palace after having a good time. Olivia, who was still looking up at the mountain of dense papers today, regained her fading focus and took a deep breath.

 

“Good. I’m going to try it today too.”

 

As she fought her way through the papers, Cryer also sat down in the same spot he always sat and opened the book he was reading. 

 

Crunchy. -Palak. 

 

A quiet time with only the sound of a pen moving across paper and the occasional turning of a book page. The time spent alone and the silence that we had become accustomed to was extremely comfortable. And neither of them thought of it as anything special or noticed anything new about it. 

 

-Widely. 

 

Cryer, who had been reading a book about Ball Shake’s history that said she could run faster than a horse, suddenly looked at Olivia. Her small shoulders were shaking a lot longer than mine, and the pen underneath them was moving so fast that it couldn’t be seen. It was a sight she saw all the time, but she always found it fascinating. How does such a small body get such strength? The red hair that swayed from the shoulders as it moved along with the moving pen looked like a flame. No, it was said that a quietly burning blue flame is hotter than an intense bright red flame. Cryer rested her chin and looked at her, but with her head down, he could not see the blue eyes that always stared straight at him. His eyes wandered along the bright red hair that came down to the round arm and gently swayed. Bolshaka… Perhaps there was a ball shake in his era as well. He is said to be from a family that was with the beginning of the continent, so there must have been someone with hair like that in his era, who knows not when. He must be Olivia’s ancestor, so maybe there was someone just like her back then. And she may have known him. When you think about it that way, isn’t it a truly strange relationship? His face, which had been laughing while thinking nonsense, hardened for a moment. Cryer pressed the throbbing brand of his collarbone. And Olivia did not miss his movements. She threw away the documents she was reviewing, got up and approached Cryer.

 

“What, are you really sick again?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“On a scale from 1 to 10, what is the intensity of the pain?”

 

Cryer chuckled and pushed Olivia’s round forehead away from Olivia, who was getting close enough to press her nose into her collarbone at any moment.

 

“It depends on where you place the pain intensity of 10 in the first place, so what is the meaning of quantifying it like that?”

 

“Oh, that’s right. So 10 is…”

 

Cryer answered before Olivia could finish her sentence.

 

“It’s a little uncomfortable.”

 

He removed his hand from his collarbone and lightly twisted his neck from side to side.

 

“There is no particular problem in sparring with someone.”

 

Olivia hit his arm hard.

 

“Sparring is not the problem! The stigma associated with the ancient gods is much more important!”

 

Of course, she was not wrong. But Cryer shook his head.

 

“It’s not that I’m constantly in pain, it’s not that I’m meeting certain conditions, and it’s not so painful that I die, so it’s not important right now.”

 

If Olivia had to pick a specific condition for feeling pain from the stigma, it would have been Olivia, but she wasn’t sure about that either. Olivia would definitely be on her terms if it always hurt when she touched her, but that wasn’t the case either.

 

“But.”

 

Olivia’s gaze, which lowered the ends of her eyebrows, did not leave his mark.

 

“No. There is no point in holding onto a problem that cannot be solved. furthermore.”

 

He added, looking down near her collarbone where her brand was.

 

“In the first place, a stigma is just a stigma. I never thought of it as having any role. It might be different with snow.”

 

He tapped the corner of her eye, and Olivia reflexively touched the corner of her eye.

 

“The eye?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Olivia asked, staring into his dark red eyes.

 

“What are eyes? Is something coming out of your eyes?”

 

“What?”

 

“No, I mean…”

 

Olivia trailed off, realizing what she was saying was nonsense, and Cryer shook his head.

 

“Nothing comes out of my eyes. It’s just that when you become a slave to an ancient god, your eyes change to different colors.”

 

“If it’s a color like that, it’s dark red…? You mean it wasn’t that color originally?”

 

When Olivia’s expression showed the question of how she knew that when she had no memory of it, Cryer lightly shrugged his shoulders.

 

“Yes. I don’t know what the original eye color is, but since the wizard’s daughter said so, it must be true. It’s crazy stuff, but it doesn’t lie.”

 

When was it? It was probably not long after he was resurrected and branded a slave to the Old Gods.

 

‘Cryer. Your eyes are truly beautiful.’

 

Greta looked at Cryer in front of him and whispered, touching his eyes with an expression of absolute ecstasy.

 

‘Only those who serve the ancient gods have this eye color.’

 

Hatred, anger, and endless resignation and despair began to creep out from Cryer’s dark red eyes. okay. The dark red eyes were as much a symbol and shackles that shackled him as a stigma. That he is a slave to the Old Gods and can never escape. An unwanted resurrection, an unwanted contract. And the bondage of slavery that cannot be escaped. 

 

– Quad deuk. 

 

The armrest of the sofa Cryer was sitting on crumbled like a snowball in his grasp. And the next moment.

 

 

Olivia covered Cryer’s eyes with both hands. The darkness started from her small palm, and from there, a warmth that did not match the darkness rushed in. 

 

– Fighting. 

 

As the crumbs fell off the armrest, Cryer’s hands, which had bulging blue veins, gradually lost strength. The hatred, anger, despair, and resignation that had boiled up like crazy were calmed down by a little warmth. Cryer slowly raised his hand and began to feel his small hand covering his eyes. His rough fingertips were thin and soft, but only the part where he held the pen was hard, running down her knuckles and stopping tall.

 

“Fuu…”

 

“It just got out of hand. That’s it.”

 

Before he could open his mouth, Olivia squeezed her hand and spoke. When she finished her mouth, a lukewarm silence fell between them. Soon, Cryer’s hand covered Olivia’s hand. The moment she flinched and tried to pull her hand away.

 

“Just stay like this for a while.”

 

A low, somewhat muddy voice penetrated her ears. Olivia suddenly stopped at the sound of his voice that seemed to be slightly trembling, and she made an indescribable expression while covering his eyes. The moment Olivia opens her mouth again. 

 

-Knock, knock. 

 

At the sudden knock, Olivia’s shoulder jumped like a harpooned tuna, and the owner’s bewildered voice rang out behind her knock.

 

“I’m sorry, Her Highness, but we have guests from Norden.”

 

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