I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit – Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Kaman said.

“What is the standard?”

“Standard?”

“Yes. Standard.”

Isabel had to think for a long time because she couldn’t understand Kaman’s words.

Judging by his tightly closed lips, it didn’t seem like he would tell her easily.

“What standard?”

“……”

Kaman was silent once more.

Only after a little time had passed did he slowly open his mouth.

“Why are Michael’s title and my title different?”

“Yes?”

Isabel tilted her head.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed like she had used different titles.

It wasn’t intentional, it just happened naturally as she spoke.

“Of course, such a trivial title doesn’t matter at all.”

“……”

“It doesn’t affect me in the slightest, it’s a trivial matter.”

“……”

“However, the reason I’m asking you is simply because I’ve developed an academic curiosity about what kind of standard is established for that title.”

“Do you know that you just spoke the longest sentence while talking to me?”

Isabel smiled brightly.

Seeing him speak for so long, it seemed like he had opened his heart a little.

Kaman asked again with an indifferent expression.

“What is the standard?”

I’m just curious about the standard.

It seemed as if he was claiming that.

“There is no particular standard. It just happened naturally as I spoke. Does it bother you that I call Michael-orabeoni, oppa?”

For 500 years, no girls were born in the Bilotian Imperial Family, and the titles between siblings were not properly established.

Since Isabel in the novel called everyone ‘orabeoni’, she just assumed that ‘orabeoni’ was the formal title.

“If it was against etiquette, and if orabeoni was offended, I won’t call him that anymore.”

“……”

Kaman felt like the point was slightly off.

So, he didn’t feel refreshed, but he himself didn’t realize what he wanted or why the title bothered him so much.

“It’s not particularly bothersome.”

“Then?”

Isabel thought.

‘He can’t possibly be uncomfortable because I don’t call him oppa.’

No matter how much she thought about it, this was a matter of etiquette.

It was a good opportunity to think about the Imperial Family’s etiquette once again.

Kaman was silent again, then opened his mouth.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes?”

“……”

Kaman was a little lacking in his ability to communicate with others.

Fortunately, Isabel was someone who could look at Kaman, who lacked social skills, with a warm gaze.

Because she knew so well why he had become like that.

Isabel said with a bright smile.

“Tell me exactly what you don’t know. Only then can I know.”

“What you said.”

Isabel suddenly found it interesting.

‘Twenty Questions?’

She had heard a lot about the game Twenty Questions, but she couldn’t play it because she had no friends.

The doctors and nurses who took care of her were all too busy, and she didn’t have any friends because she couldn’t go to school properly.

“Wait a minute. Just wait.”

She decided to think hard.

It was exciting to think of it as a game she had never played before.

She went back to the beginning of the conversation.

“Correct answer! You don’t know how we can become close?”

“……”

But he had already answered ‘I don’t know’ to that.

“Correct answer! How to chat while having desserts and tea?”

“……”

But we just did that?

Isabel answered her own question and said the next answer.

“Kind and warm words……”

Isabel paused.

It seemed like she would get the answer in three tries, not even twenty.

Isabel’s voice lowered a little.

“Correct answer. You don’t know how to have a kind and warm conversation.”

“……”

Kaman was silent for a long time again, then awkwardly opened his mouth.

“Teach me.”

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Valkio, the King of Jirdel, sighed deeply.

“Oh, this darn Transfer Gate. It’s always causing trouble.”

The Transfer Gate, which was being maintained by the Magic Federation at a very high price.

It always broke down like this when it was really needed.

“And why is the carriage wheel broken again?”

“We’ll fix it soon!”

There are a lot of people to meet at the Royal Palace.

Among them was the Princess.

“You sent a letter to the Princess saying we’ll be later, right?”

“Yes, I sent it. A reply has just arrived.”

Valkio, who received the Princess’s letter, laughed heartily.

“How old is the Princess now?”

“Eight years old.”

“How can she write so beautifully?”

Valkio was quite knowledgeable in both literary and military arts.

That’s why he liked the Princess’s letter so much.

It felt like affection for a non-existent granddaughter was welling up.

He could feel that she had put a lot of effort into writing every single word and sentence.

“She says it’s okay to come slowly. She says she’s having a good time with her brother for the first time. The brother here must be Prince Kaman, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“How can she have a happy time with that ice-cold guy, Kaman? That guy is so cold, ice would come out if you stabbed him.”

So Isabel’s words must have been a lie.

“How can a child of only eight years old be so deep?”

Rahella emphasized that she was ‘the key to determining the future of the Empire’.

He wasn’t sure if she was really that great, but he still wanted to meet the Princess.

“They say that child is so cute?”

“In the Kingdom of Alphea, she’s called Sunshine. Or sometimes Spring.”

“Right. The Princess’s gift is ready, right?”

“Of course.”

The kingdom’s best seamstress was invited to make a princess doll for the Princess.

Along with it were several doll clothes reflecting the latest trends and jewels for the doll.

It was a gift that young children these days really liked.

“She’ll love it. Haha.”

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I was rather pleased to receive the news that King Valkio of Jirdel would be a little later due to a carriage breakdown.

“Yes. Isabel. Try calling me that.”

“I. Sa. Bel.”

For Kaman, calling my name seems to be like eating broccoli.

I really hate and dislike eating that green poop.

Thinking like that, I could understand Kaman’s struggle.

Still, he had improved a lot in three days.

At first, he couldn’t even pronounce my name properly.

“And look into my eyes. When you talk to someone, you have to make eye contact.”

“Then does that mean you want to fight?”

“No!”

I made my signature harmless expression and looked at Kaman.

At first, Kaman couldn’t even make eye contact properly, but now the time has increased considerably.

“See? You can do it.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Still, you’ve improved a lot. You called my name, and you made eye contact with me for three seconds.”

On the first day, we started by practicing eye contact.

It was my intensive course（?） for the poor Kaman who didn’t know how to have a kind and warm conversation.

“Try calling me a little more softly.”

“……”

“Come on, follow me.”

I remembered the nurses always coaxing me, saying, “Come on, open your mouth.”

When I opened my mouth with difficulty, they fed me green poop.

I shook my head to get rid of the memory and said again.

“I, Sa, Bel.”

Then a voice came from behind.

“Isabel.”

It was a very refreshing voice.

The voice was like a pleasant breeze on a spring day.

I reflexively turned around.

“Your Highness. I have returned.”

“Teacher!”

It was Sir Viaton.

“You said you were going to your family estate. You came back quickly?”

“Yes. I came back quickly because I missed Your Highness.”

“Really?”

Even though I knew he was just saying that, my eight-year-old body reacted honestly as always.

I smiled brightly.

“Of course. Really.”

It was a great blessing that someone liked me so much.

It felt good because my heart felt full.

“I’m glad.”

“I’m glad Your Highness is happy.”

Sir Viaton smiled brightly at me as always.

I glanced to the side and saw Kaman staring intently at Viaton.

That’s right.

You can learn by watching Sir Viaton.

Call my name like he just did, and make eye contact like he’s doing now…… Huh?

‘Something’s strange.’

Sir Viaton usually wore bright and colorful clothes in white tones.

He often wore clothes that would be difficult to pull off if it weren’t for his appearance, but he was a special person who looked great in them.

But today was a little different.

Unlike the usual Sir Viaton, he was all in black.

“What’s wrong?”

“……”

There were very few instances in the story where Sir Viaton wore black clothes like this.

It was only described once in the story.

Only when my father, Ron, died at the hands of the male lead, Arun.

Viaton, who was imprisoned after my father’s death, said this:

「”Give me black clothes.”」

Arun, who valued Viaton’s loyalty even though he was an enemy, showed him that much leniency.

Viaton eventually wore black clothes and mourned his friend for a long time.

Viaton, who refused all food, starved to death in prison.

In the same position he was in when he sat cross-legged.

“Why is our Princess like this?”

Sir Viaton was smiling so brightly that it was dazzling.