The Neglected Princess
11. Standby
A handsome young man was pacing around in agitation. He waited for the adjutant to come. His name is Arron Luis Griffen. The Crown Prince of the Griffen Empire.
"Your Majesty .." call someone who just entered the room.
"Bill, how? did you find him?" asked Arron looking at the aide.
The adjutant shook his head, "No, Your Majesty. I didn't manage to figure out who the Miss was" Bill replied.
Arron frowned, "Lantas, why did you come and call me out in such a loud voice?" ask Arron.
"That .. I just heard a strange rumor from the Academy. He said there was a female disciple who had mana so abundant, that it broke the crystal ball of mana meter" Bill explained.
"Are you kidding me? That, where is it possible? the mana measuring crystal ball was the only mana curling tool made directly by the grand magician of the magic tower. The power of a grand mage cannot be compared to the power of an ordinary mage. How could someone possibly damage an item that a person made as powerful as a grand mage, let alone a Lady. It doesn't make sense" Arron said.
Arron denied, because he knew very well what the power of the crystal ball was like. Even though it fell from the height of the crystal ball it did not crack or break at all. As he tried to destroy with his strength, the crystal ball remained intact.
"Who is the Lady?" ask Arron.
"Olivia Hubbert, daughter of Duke Hubbert's family." replied Bill.
"Olivia Hubbert? Hm, I've heard his name. Ahh, stop. There's something more important than this that I have to look for. Bill, I'm leaving. You can just work. If His Majesty is looking for me, just tell him I am training in the forest. Youunderstand?" said Arron.
Bill looked at Arron, "Your Majesty, where are you going?" ask Bill.
"Finding my helper. I won't be able to sleep quietly before I find her" Arron said.
Arron left in a hurry. Bill just looked at Arron's departure speechlessly.
***
Arron arrives at the market and meets a fruit trader, who is none other than Emma's best friend. Arron again asked about the woman who helped him to the fruit merchant. Because the fruit dealer had promised Emma to keep the matter a secret, the fruit dealer closed his mouth and said that he did not know who the woman Arron meant.
"Sorry, Sir. I really don't recognize the Miss you mean. It seems that Miss is an immigrant from outside the Empire." Said trader.
"Be-so, yeah. All right, thanks for the information. As Miss looks, please tell me I came looking for her" Arron said.
"Okay, sir." replied the merchant.
Arron is gone. He went around the market to look at the situation. On the way, he accidentally collides with Olivia and Emma.
"Ah, sorry. I don't see the road. You okay?" olivia looked at Arron.
"Oh, yeah. I'm it's okay. Rather than that, your clothes are dirty, "said Arron saw Olivia's clothes dirty because of the spill of the drink that Olivia brought.
"It's okay. I can change clothes. Sorry, but I'm in a hurry. Excuse me," said Olivia, who just walked past Arron.
The wind blew, the distinctive fragrant aroma was smelled by Arron. He stops Olivia and asks if Olivia ever helped someone who collapsed on the street while at the market? About six months ago, and leave it to the fruit dealer?
Olivia frowned, "Yes, ever. He's a handsome young man. Like wanderers. She was hurt and .. "Olivia's words came to a halt. Olivia widens her eyes, "Oh, no. Don't say you .. "ask Olivia.
"Yes, that's me. I'm sorry, miss, if I'm allowed, may I know Miss's name?" ask Arron.
"Before that, how did you know it was me, sir?" ask Olivia.
Olivia nodded her head, "That's how it looks. I'm Ivy," Ivy said.
"I'm Ron" replied Arron.
"Are you going around the market, Mr Ron? What about your wounds?" ask Olivia.
"I'm okay with Miss's help. I just happened to pass by because I wanted to visit a friend" replied Arron.
"I can't say that I've been looking for her for six months, can I? it's possible that this Miss is taking a bad turn about me" Arron said.
"Hm .. "murm Olivia.
Emma whispered, as if she was reminding Olivia. And Olivia was shocked, because she forgot something important.
"Master, sorry. I have to go. There's something important, I'm sorry." said Olivia who just left with Emma.
Arron frowned, out of curiosity he followed Olivia and Emma secretly. Arron sees Olivia and Emma shopping and leaves the market. Arron continues to follow to mama Olivia's leave.
***
Olivia went to Anthony's house. He saw Issac busy chopping wood in the yard. Olivia approached Issac.
"Iss .." call Olivia.
Issac looked at Olivia, "Oh, Ivy .. Are you coming? Why didn't I realize it?" Issac.
"You're too focused on splitting firewood. Where's the coach?" asked Olivia to look around.
"Father is going to the market" replied Issac.
"Oh, really? I'm also from the market. Here, take it and save it. I bought for you a coach, too" said Olivia giving a large package of groceries to Issac.
Issac put down the axe and received the package from Ivy, "Thank you, you shouldn't have bothered like this. Want to come in and have some tea? I happen to make your favorite sandwich" said Issac.
Olivia smiled, "Well, I happen to be hungry. Come on," said Olivia happily.
Issac, Olivia and Emma walk together to the main door and enter the house.
Meanwhile, outside, on top of the tree. Arron was observing what Olivia was doing. Arron thinks it's Olivia's house and wonders who the man is with Olivia?
"Did that woman live here? So, who's that guy with Ivy?" inner Arron.
Out of curiosity, Arron could only wait. He cannot go down or enter someone's house without preparation. After a long wait, he saw Ivy and Issac coming out into the courtyard. And they were doing a sword duel.
Arron was shocked, "Well, I didn't expect to see this. She turns out not to be a young woman who can be underestimated" Arron said.
Arron is the Ivy movement, and the Issac movement. Arron was amazed by Olivia's strong and tough figure. His heart was beating fast too. He felt his chest and asked his heart not to be noisy.
"Why am I pounding? I only saw two people practicing swords. Have I gone crazy? Ah, shit!" inner Arron with a flushed face.
