279 277 Chiara (1/2)
”This way, please.”
A few minutes walking the red carpet of the royal palace, taken by a woman official. We were in front of one room.
”This is it?
”Oh, it's the room given to Master Chiara”
”Excuse me. We have brought Master Gwendalfa and Princess Black Thunder.”
The room welcomed by the servant was quite sumptuous. An elegant conditioner that is golden but not too flashy. Curtains and carpets were also considered luxury items. It's well cleaned every corner, and I can understand that the lord of this room is being treated politely just by looking at the room.
King-sized bed, placed in that room. There was that old black cat woman.
It looks like I woke my torso out of bed, but from my pinned and stretched spine, I can tell you how stubborn it is. You talked about being 68. Sure, her hair is white and her body is thin, but her eyes are sharp and she has an atmosphere she can't call a very old man. He is also tall and would be over 170 cm if he stood up.
From the appearance of hanging feathers from the shoulders that resemble twigs, I feel strangely compelling and awesome. If you were human, you would have constricted just because you were stared at. That's how powerful it is. But it's Fran who doesn't shy away from such opponents at all.
”Are you Grandma Chiara?
”Hmm? Who used to call me that?
”Beast King”
”Kufu. Well, I heard good things. Next time you're punished.”
It's like a man's language, but this old woman has that way of speaking. I have no discomfort at all.
”Sure, I'm Chiara. So, who are you? I know who you are, Hanatare.”
”What's a Hanatare kid... I'm 22, aren't I?
”Everyone below forty is a hanata.”
That would make the Beast King treat you like a hanata. No, he said he was a master of battle, and isn't that strange?
”I heard they came with Hanatare and Princess Black Thunder. Are you the Black Thunder Princess?
”Master Chiara, don't you know?
Gwendalfa looks sincerely surprised and is unwittingly listening back. The surprise is the same for me. I didn't think Chiara, the same black cat tribe, wouldn't know.
Chiara just woke up yesterday.
According to the servant, Chiara was ill and what a wandering state of life and death for nearly 20 days. You don't look that way. But if you ask me, my arms are thin and thin, and my cheeks are slightly swollen. Maybe he was really in a coma.
Because of that, he didn't seem to know anything about Fran.
”This one...”
”Oh, wait.”
A servant woman tries to explain Fran, but Chiara makes it stop. And I gently invited Fran.
”Come here.”
”Mmm.”
”Can you tell me from the name first?
”I'm Fran.”