Not even a few days had passed since then, and Seongjin was finally able to resume the morning training he had been eagerly anticipating.
When the third prince, who had been bedridden for a long time, appeared in a healthy state for the first time in a while, the resident knights in the training ground brightened up and ran towards him.
“Your Highness!”
“Have you returned to the Pearl Palace for good? Is your body alright now?”
“Thank you, Main God! We have been eagerly waiting for Your Highness to return all this time!”
Their fervent welcome made Seongjin feel a bit uneasy.
‘What is this? Why are they all looking at me as if I’m some kind of savior?’
Perhaps it was because of Bruno, the knight commander, who had been growing increasingly enthusiastic about training the knights—though Seongjin had no way of knowing that.
“Go back to your training. Why are you making such a fuss as if you haven’t seen me in ages? Didn’t you all come to the main palace every time you were on guard duty?”
“That was just to check on you; it wasn’t official duty, was it?”
Then, the resident knights’ attention was soon captivated by the small flame hovering around Seongjin.
“That… no, that being is the ancient fairy…