Moonlight Ball

The Queen could do magic? They all wondered.

It was possible. The Royals or sometimes nobles had people who had mana from time to time. But the Queen? Their queen possessed mana? She could do magic? She’s saving people with that? Personally in the treatment center?

The crowd went frenzy for the Queen and wanted to see her. They wanted to hold her hand and if not that, wanted to see even a string of her hair. The world was trembling with their chant for the Queen.

At that point Elena did something outrageous. Working with Lily En Oswald, she had all the Queen’s guard knights wear red armour. It wasn’t red like the rose. It was red like blood.

Every knight looked frightening. They appeared as reapers of the queen. The reapers that wouldn’t let the queen do anything. They marched around the queen, their armor making a threatening clanking sound every time they took a step. If something little happened to the Queen they were sure to swing their swords. They looked cruel. They were cruel.

And in a few days the wives of the nobles started to appear.

“You will help?”

Iris stared blankly at a noble’s wife with a blank face. She knew who she was as she memorized, but what would a precious marchioness do in the treatment facility?

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But the marchioness was a sly woman. She knew well what she should be doing for her husband and her family at times like this. She should be on the queen’s side, help and take a bit of grand credit the queen will be receiving. The marchioness in as plain of a clothes as possible, brought dozens of maids with her.

It seems like it’s starting. Elena smiled inside. Everyone was noticing the power of the Queen.

Just like she expected, with the marchioness starting to show up, the other nobles’ wives showed up in plain clothes on purpose with their maids as well. They also sent the message to places, checked the supplies, calculated the wages for the people working, and helped Elena with her duties. They weren’t a big help but it was very meaningful that the wives were voluntarily helping the queen.

“Your Majesty, the Os Viscountess and Mutarion Countess will be visiting today.”

Iris awkwardly smiled as she received such notice every day. They all bowed politely in front of Iris and then kissed the back of her hand. They praised her work and showed their willingness to do anything. Iris looked at Elena uncomfortably each time. She didn’t know what she should be saying.

It was an early summer night when the honsy mold started to disappear and the treatment center was surrounded by more of the crowd that wanted to see the queen than the patients.

Iris was receiving a kiss from today’s attendee. Nowadays, it was their daughters also showing up with the nobles’ wives. It was when all the ladies were showing up and testing Iris’s memorization skill.

Another lady appeared then. She was pretty. Her brunette locks that had shade of red were loosely tied up and she was wearing somewhat of a fitting dress. Elena thought it was a bit rustic but Iris thought she was just a cute lady. Her eyes were brown and her lips were thin and a little tilted. At a certain angle one might say she looked a little out of shape.

But it was certainly a pretty face. It wasn’t an extraordinary face that would make people turn around on the street to look at her again, but it also wasn’t so plain. She probably heard that she was cute when she was little but became a little plain as she grew up. She came and bowed to Iris and Iris also received her greeting with an uncomfortable face.

“She’s the daughter of Count Surah,” interrupted Elena.

That moment, Iris’s eyes were wide open. Her step sister, Margaret En Surah, suddenly appeared. She thought she forgot about her but her heart started thumping hard.

The Queen’s face had become white as a sheet.

Elena En Sethang, the woman who thought that observing the Queen’s face was the most important and interesting thing in the world was very carefully observing the Queen’s face. The Queen’s blue eyes were burning more brightly and anyone could tell that she was excited.

To what? Elena looked at the daughter of Count Surah. To that country girl?

Until now the Queen never showed any emotion to any noble ladies she saw. No matter how beautiful, how charismatic, she only greeted them with an uncomfortable face. She was never overwhelmed. Elena considered that to be a good point. Iris was someone born without being affected by others. For someone high up, that was the most useful trait.

But now she was trying hard not to tremble. Others wouldn’t see it, but Elena, who considered knowing everything about the Queen the most important thing in the world, could see it.

She looked at Margaret En Surah’s face again. She looked at her clothes again too. Her actions and her expressions.

The country girl was full of ambition, Elena presumed. Out of all the ladies from the countryside, there was a lady who was most mature and had the most sense. She was also an attractive lady who knew her place.