The Guardian of The Dragon

Chapter 24

"I'll call a tailor. "

Aran's mind was racing.

He must fulfill his purpose before she disappeared.

The purpose of having her come tomorrow.

It had been so long since she had come that a tour of the gardens was not a very attractive gift.

Perhaps he should offer her something else.

"Now?"

"I don't mind calling one, but what if you disappear while they are on their way?"

"..."

"I'll have the tailor make it ahead of time, so it can be ready when you arrive tomorrow."

Aran studied Frea's expression and thought.

Maybe it would be better to call a jeweler instead of a tailor.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"I'll show you magic."

She's interested in magic.

Her expression changed as if his prediction was correct.

"Not today."

Frea watched him wiggle his bait with the lure of magic.

It was too tempting.

"Here's the deal, then, um... I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

After my visit, she suffered from an aftereffect.

It's a haunting, often distracting aftereffect.

It would take me at least a day to get over it.

It was hard to deal with the aftereffects two days in a row.

Because this is not reality, and she has to live in reality.

"What about tomorrow?"

"No."

'No.'

Aran had never imagined hearing that word to his face.

'No one can say no to me,' he thought, and the words rose to the base of his chin.

However, he was aware that saying those words out of her own mouth was truly brave.

"I'll have a tailor come out in two days."

Frea stifled a laugh.

She could see the man's stubborn nature.

"Thank you, I haven't thanked you properly since I got these clothes, and I'll accept the new ones you're offering to make me."

Seeing her smile at him, Aran felt his bad mood ease.

But then she disappeared, and his mood plummeted again.

As he looked at the fur coat on the couch, he extended his right hand.

An hourglass appeared in his palm.

The hourglass had stopped.

It had recorded the time she had spent today.

***

A strange rumor circulated in the Imperial Palace.

A woman was said to be coming and going in the emperor's bedroom.

When the emperor himself ordered a woman's clothes to be made, people were eager to see who they would belong to.

But when the garment made its way into the emperor's bedchamber and took up residence without its owner, people soon stopped paying attention.