Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

I never thought it was possible for Domi to play the piano on stage, so I never even considered it.

“But the body shape doesn’t match up.” Edward discovered the blind spot.

“No,” Argyle said, “remember? The thing Domi asked us to help him bid on at the auction—the Darkmoon Slime Gel Amulet, which could be molded into anything.”

"This person is Domi!"

"When we get home, we'll have to ask him when he started learning piano."

Edward also sensed a sense of crisis. "We agreed to be lazy together, but you ran away?!"

He then became indignant: "That's right! We must torture him to extract a confession; he actually secretly filed a report behind our backs!"

Chapter 89 88 The Princess in Domi's Eyes

After dinner, we returned to the castle atop the mountain and went to Domi's room.

Domi was forced to sit in a chair, with Argyle and Edward standing on either side, looking down at the innocent Domi. Rosa, leaning against the doorframe, looked somewhat worried. Shia, who had suddenly appeared, seemed to be enjoying the show, and even comforted Rosa, saying:

"Don't worry, at most Domi will just get a beating."

"what?!"

"Tell me, Domi, were you practicing piano every day while we had magic class?"

Argyle got straight to the point: he had long been curious about what Domi did every afternoon, and now it seemed that practicing the piano was the only answer that fit the criteria.

"You still found out..."

Domi went along with it, thinking that if they all thought he had gone to practice piano, that would be perfect.

Edward was heartbroken after hearing this and said, "If you want to practice, just practice. Why make it so mysterious? You scared me half to death."

“My father and I both felt that magic wasn’t really my thing, so we found another path for me. Who knew that I would have an epiphany as soon as I started learning the piano? Well, you can’t blame me for that, can you?”

"This is your freedom, and we respect your choice."

Argyle had gotten the answer he wanted and had no intention of criticizing Domi. He then prepared to leave.

However, just as he reached the door, he nearly jumped up and screamed:

"Princess Shia?! What are you doing here?!"

The sound startled Edward, who was rubbing Domi's head. He turned around and was also taken aback.

"A generous gift of crabs..."

The two men's reactions were quite amusing. Shia thought it would be interesting to live with this group, so she got up from the doorframe and curtsied to them.

"Argyle, Edward, and Rosa, I'll be staying here temporarily starting today. Please take care of me! Just call me by my name!"

"Well..." Domi explained for her, "Shea also wants to study the 'Book of Emblems,' so she'll be staying here for a while. If you want to learn too, you can come along."

Edward figured that Domi and the princess must have made some progress around noon, since they were already calling each other by their first names. And the princess seemed to find Domi quite agreeable, so the chances of them getting together were pretty good...

If Domi runs off with the princess, then when Mrs. Greenville and her youngest daughter come to arrange a marriage, there will be one less strong competitor.

Actually, the reserved Argyle had also thought about this, and he really hoped that the princess would take this guy who was good at flirting away as soon as possible.

The two instantly formed a united front and rushed out the door, taking Rosa with them. Before leaving, Argyle even gave them a helping hand:

"There's no rush. You can teach us after you've thoroughly studied it."

"And there's Domi, she's sleeping here tonight, aren't you going to help her pack?"

Only Rosa was innocent and bewildered: "Huh? Huh!? Brothers, where are you taking me?"

After saying that, the three of them disappeared without a trace.

Only Domi and Shia remained, staring at each other.

He turned his head away slightly, a little embarrassed: "Uh... have you packed your luggage? If not, I can help you..."

"He's quite the gentleman during the day, but why does he become so slow at night? Come on, we're short-handed."

Knowing that Shia was coming, Grace immediately arranged the best guest room for her, on the third floor just like Domi and the others. She had all the necessary bedding and was very attentive to Shia, treating her better than her own son.

Not only was Greta incredibly kind to Shea, but she also used her as a role model to lecture the three of them, saying with exasperation:

"Look at Shia, she's not much older than you, and she's already passed the exam to become a formal mage. She's practically on her way to becoming a mid-level mage. You should learn from her..."

From then on, it was as if Shia had received a special permission from the Queen, and her authority in front of the three of them reached a new level, generally speaking, to the point where it could not be disobeyed.

Upon arriving at Shia's room, the floor was covered with the day's purchases, still in their packaging. The clothes, however, had been taken out and given to the maids to wash; with a little magic, they could be changed into them tomorrow.

Even without clothes as a major category, there are still quite a few things to organize.

"That's all, Domi, please!"

Blanching! He's actually trying to be cute!

With zero resistance, he died instantly. Like a donkey in the production team, he worked hard without complaint, while she sat on the edge of the bed, watching him work with a smile.

"Hey, aren't you going to move an inch?"

"Who makes guests do it themselves?"

A shadow immediately fell over the upper half of his face: "Even guests should pack their own luggage..."

"Hee hee~"

"I brought this on myself... I brought this on myself... I brought this on myself..."

Domi began to seek self-liberation.

Halfway through, perhaps out of boredom, Shia asked:

"By the way, what do you usually do?"

"Sleep, eat, attend class, eat, sleep..."

"speak nicely."

Believe it or not, my life is just like this: mundane, dull, and uninteresting.

"Fine, if you're not going to tell me, then so be it, hmph~"

Since she's already living here, just a few corridors away from Domi, and if Domi doesn't say anything, she'll just observe for herself.

Soon, Domi finished packing her things, her forehead beaded with sweat, and her thin shirt was soaked through.

Summer is almost here, and it's really hot. Without air conditioning, it's even harder to bear.

Just as he raised his arm to wipe away the sweat, a cream-colored lace handkerchief was placed on his forehead. The material was cool and refreshing. When he looked up, he saw that it was Shia who had walked up to him and was wiping away his sweat with the handkerchief she always carried with her.

The gentleness of her movements reminded him of his first love.

"You've worked hard, let me wipe your sweat~"

Heh, it's just compensation from the little succubus, Domi naturally enjoyed it without a care in the world, saying as he spoke:

"By the way, Shia, why are you so down-to-earth?"

"Shouldn't a princess be arrogant, with her chin held high, looking down on everyone, constantly demanding this and that, speaking haughtily and disrespecting no one except her emperor father, treating everyone else like her dogs, whom she can order around at will but avoid at all costs, because dogs smell pungent and unpleasant, emanating a lowly stench..."

The more Xia listened, the more her lips twitched, until finally she burst out laughing, a truly hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha!"

"That's hilarious! Where did you hear all this? This isn't a princess at all, she's the Demon King's mentally challenged daughter, isn't she?"

"Listen carefully, a princess, although not the future heir of the country like a prince or crown prince, is still the face of the country. The formalities and requirements for me could be written into a book as thick as a dictionary."

“Domi,” she said, tucking a small gift box into his arms, “you should be glad that I can find joy even in this torture-like confinement, otherwise you wouldn’t see me like this.”

"Consider this a reward for tidying my room. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight~"

Chapter 90, Section 89: Sending you razor blades, a masterpiece under the moonlight.

A tiring but fulfilling day has finally come to an end.

After taking a shower, Domi lay sprawled on the bed, took out the small gift box that Shia had given him, and looked at it from left to right.

The dark gold gift box is quite heavy, about the size of a Bull four-gang socket. The packaging and material are quite exquisite. I wonder what's inside that deserves such a gift box.

Open it and you'll see.

As Domi opened the package, he thought that Shia wasn't so torturous after all. At least she got a reward after finishing the work, so it was even.

"Let me see what's inside..."

The moment he lifted the lid, the spirit-devouring energy in his body suddenly boiled, as if it had been attracted by something. If he hadn't controlled it in time, a portion of it would probably have been absorbed.

"A fragment of a broken blade? A weapon once used by the Soul Eater?"

That fragment, which looked like a blade of a long sword, could cause his energy to surge even from a single fragment. How powerful a Soul Eater its owner must have been...

Wait...that's not right!

Now is not the time to think about this!

Why would Shia give this to him?

The Soul Eater training manual that Carlos gave him stated that future Soul Eaters could benefit from objects left behind by their predecessors that contained their power.

This blade is one of them.

A thing that belongs exclusively to Soul Eaters and can only be used by Soul Eaters—if Shia gave it to him, doesn't that mean Shia knew that she was actually a Soul Eater?!

How can this be?

This should only be known to Carlos and myself... Could it be that Carlos told Capet, and then Capet told Shia?

This is not in Carlos's style, and this thing was obviously something he took with him when he left the capital.

After eliminating all possibilities, only one remains—that is, Shia, through her own judgment, has determined that he is the Soul Eater!

Otherwise, they wouldn't have given him something so symbolic.

Starting from here and working backward, Domi felt that Xia's previous statement about being interested in "ancient knowledge" was half true and half false, or that there was another meaning hidden in it.