The Prince's Beloved Servant

City Market

"Yuri .. are you ready?" graphine from outside the house.

Yuri was still busy in front of the mirror trying to braid her hair to look a little different than usual. A few days of living in the village with his father made him happy. Although occasionally still heard a nyinyiran voice from the neighbors, he did not care. As long as there is a father who still supports him, he feels it is enough for him to live his life.

Today the father will take him to the city market located near the palace area. Yuri wanted to witness for herself the beauty of the elven palace told in her novel. Said the father, the distance from the village to there is about a day trip.

Yuri was deliberately wearing her beautiful clothes that were given by Ezra at that time. He also put on a hair ornament from Hilda. His face looks cleaner after a few days diligently he patched his homemade mask. He also daubed a simple make up avar his face is not too dull.

There, there are no makeup tools. Yuri also had difficulty making her own makeup tools due to the limitations of the materials. His intention in the city later he will buy the materials needed to make makeup equipment. Although she was not a noble, Yuri wanted to be a happy elf from the mixtus circles. He would prove that any female elf could look beautiful even if it was just an ordinary elf.

"Yuri ...."

Again, a cry from my father.

"Yes, dad. I'm done!" saith.

Yuri brought a bag of money from his work at the Jansen nobility. He would pay for the beautiful clothes if he met Ezra.

Grafin was amazed to see the appearance of his daughter. Yuri looks so beautiful in her eyes. He did not expect his daughter would change much, in terms of nature and appearance. As if he didn't know his own daughter. However, he loved his daughter's current changes.

Yuri sat next to the father who would control his chariot.

"Why don't you sit in the back?" ask Grafin.

"I want to see the view clearly from the front, Dad. If I'm on the train, I can't see anything."

"You're too pretty to accompany me on the front bench. I'm taking a princess to the kingdom."

Yuri smiled. "I'm my father's daughter, right?"

The graphine smiled. He pulled the reins so that the two horses began to walk down the forest-encircled path.

Grafin usually goes to the city market twice a month to buy ingredients for his drink while selling his sword. Grafin-made drinks in the village are notoriously unpleasant, but have good properties for the body. His sword is usually a favorite of soldiers because it is made with precision, light, and easy to grip.

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The next day, they had arrived at the city market. Yuri wore her head covering to protect from the sunburn that started to shine. He was amazed to see the market crowd of elves with all the goods sold there.

The elves who were there had a cleaner appearance than the rural elves or the working elves in the residence of the Jansen nobility. Many also he saw noble elves who were very conspicuous as they shone brightly among the others.

"Yuri, stay with dad and don't get separated!" exciting Grafin.

"Yes, Dad." Yuri held her father's hand, following the direction of the road with occasional having to pierce through the crowd. The height of the father who was shorter than him, made Yuri seem to be guiding his own father. He laughed because he thought his father was funny.

"Hugo, today I brought a sword made by me. I sold it to you who knows you're interested."

"Give me your sword, let me see it."

Grafin showed a long wooden box wrapped in cloth and opened it. Hugo raised the long sword from Grafin. A sword that flashed when it was struck by the sunlight with a dragon carving on its hilt and scabbard. As usual, Hugo was always amazed by the work of Grafin.

Since long ago the midgets were famous for their skill in making swords. Although his body was short, but his intelligence could not be doubted. Perseverance and tenacity become mandatory principles owned by the midgets.

Not all midgets want to blend in with the elves. Some of them choose to live around the foothills of mountains and mountains. Others were forced to mingle with the elves, because their people were always attacked by the ogres. The ogres would not dare to descend into the territory of the elves because they are actually cursed elves. They were afraid to set foot in the holy land of the elves.

"Hows it? Are you interested?" ask Grafin.

Hugo was still weighing the thing. He is estimating the appropriate price. He bought from Grafin for resale, so at least he had to make a profit.

"I can only appreciate it being worth three bags of coins. Are you willing to take it off?" Hugo had set the price.

"What's? Just three coin bags? Isn't that the price for ordinary swords? It took me longer to make this weapon, Hugo. Do you appreciate my efforts as low as that?" Grafin still disagrees with the price offered.

"I also can't figure out how much I'm going to resell this thing and if anyone's going to buy it." Hugo is still holding negotiations.

"I guarantee that if the nobility see it, they will be immediately interested in buying it" said Grafin.

Hugo noticed the details of the sword back to give a fair price for him."Alright, I can only give you four bags of coins if you agree. If not, offer it to someone else." Hugo put the sword back in its place. He took four bags of coins to hand over to Grafin.

"Because you're my loyal customer, I'm releasing this sword for you" Grafin said, receiving four bags of money from Hugo.

Hugo smiled broadly holding the sword box of his new merchandise collection. "Oh, who did you bring today?" hugo asked when he realized that someone was with Grafin.

Yuri directly tightened her headgear so that it could not be recognized. I don't know why he was traumatized by the color of his hair. He is indeed a mixtus, such hair color can be a tool to mock him.

"She's my daughter, her name is Yuri" Grafin replied.

"Well, I just found out that you have a daughter. Judging from his height, was he an elf? You have a kid with an elf, Grafin?" Hugo looked a little surprised.

"Why indeed?" ask Grafin.

"You don't feel sorry for your daughter? Why force yourself to marry an elf? Didn't you already know that the mixtus between elves and midgets will produce such ugly offspring?"

Grafin just smiled. "I didn't know there were such rules. But, my son is the most beautiful princess in this country," he said proudly.

"Hahaha .. Every father will surely praise his daughter."

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