Scene CLXIII

It was this time Ewelina who blankly stared at her spouse… trying to recall if such a story was known to her, for in her last life, at different lands, she did recall the fame of Fjeld… Although never saw how he was to become the kingdom’s next ruler.

“Is that how it is? I was ignorant of such a story…”

“… It’s probably a lie.”

“Uh? How come you believe that, husband?”

“Jollveld told me about it.”

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The eyes of the woman widened, trying to contain her amusement as her spouse told her with stronger dislike.

“I’m sure he made that up so I’d have to wear this place’s clothes. It annoyed me when he said I couldn’t do it since I’m not like the previous Myrkzvers.”

“??? Was His Majesty implying you are not as strong?” — Confused, Ewelina inquired, unable to believe what she was listening to.

“Tsk… He’s who wouldn’t last even wearing a thousand furs at my territory. A claw would kill him instantly. That arse's a coward.”