Looking back, those were the most leisurely days in Masain’s life.
“Masain hyung! You’re here?”
As he entered the Blue Rose Palace at the shift change, Morres, who had been waiting, hopped over with a toy wooden sword in hand. As always, he had a faded red cloth tied around his neck.
“Your Highness! If you run like that, you’ll fall!”
Just as Morres, who had been dashing over, was about to trip over his toy, Masain swiftly lifted him up and cautioned him.
The child, thinking it was part of the game, giggled and flailed his arms.
“But hyung, where’s Logan?”
“Prince Logan is currently in class.”
“Class?”
“Yes, he’ll probably be busy until evening. Recently, he’s started swordsmanship lessons as well.”
At that time, Prince Logan, the first prince, was already showing exceptional talent in various areas. It was perhaps natural that the empress, buoyed by his success, began to invest more fervently in his education.
In contrast, Empress Lizabeth was strangely neglectful of Morres.
Far from concerning herself with the child’s education, she seemed to avoid even facing him properly. She…