A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis Volume 15 Chapter 49: Fioreal’s Diaries

Volu 15 Chapter 49: Fioreal’s Diaries

"She was the daughter of the count. However, that was not enough of a rank for the royal family."

The royal family did accept her. However, the other higher nobles didn't.

"That was why I was brought in." She was the daughter of a duke. That was more than enough to quell the commotion.

"..." However, Elyndra didn't want to marry Alastair. She understood; she was nothing more than a pawn in the ga of politics.

"I was of the sa mindset when I entered the castle. I thought I would be treated as an outcast." She was interfering with the two's relationship; it wouldn't be a surprise if she were killed.

"However, Fioreal didn't do anything." She could rember it all. The woman hugged her and then stroked her head softly. She understood everything and didn’t bla her at all.

“She treated like a sister.” That was sothing Elyndra would never forget. The place she thought of as a prison beca warm because of her. She continued,

“I think she left her diaries in the dicine room.”

“Oh, those books!” Keith slapped his head when he heard this.

“Mmhmm, you could probably make sothing from it. She had written all of her mories in them." Alastair stood next to her all the ti; she definitely would've written the recipe down as well.

"Also, that's the flower she used to bring to him." She pointed at a specific flower.

"The daffodil flowers? You can eat those?"

"Mmhmm. She kept it a secret, but I rembered her picking so before making her dish."

"Thank you so much." Keith quickly headed into the mansion. He had to make haste. Elyndra smiled as he watched him enter. He's the sa as Fioreal. She was quite surprised by his personality. Was that why Scarlet is so focused on him?

"So you can eat these?" Keith then stared at the daffodil fruit he had brought from the garden. So you can do sothing with it. The center of the flower was a fruit. As he took the fruit from the petal, that was when he took a bite out of it. Pretty good. There was a pleasant fruity taste, but underneath it lay a rich, tart flavor. Getting a good idea of the taste, he turned to the shelves.

"Alright! Let's see what these have in store." Piles of books were before him. He had left them untouched when he cleaned the kitchen. Who would have thought it would be diaries?

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How could hubby be so bad with his hands?! He made perfectly good yarn into a pile of ss! I told him many tis before that he has to knit counterclockwise!

Okay. Keith quickly closed the book. It felt as though there would be a lot of things that could damage his image. However, if he was going to cure that man, then he had no choice but to continue to read today.

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Woohoo! I found myself a good fruit! With this, I'll be able to help more people.

Oh. Keith's eyes glimred as he turned to the next page. It then discussed additional herbs she had discovered.

Just reading the thing alone, he was able to get a good picture of what type of person Fioreal was. Moreover, he understood what kind of food was needed to help Alastair regain his sense of taste. It’s go ti.

So that's the dish.

A few days later, Keith entered Alastair's mansion, "Your majesty, I have sothing I need to show you."

"Hmm?" Alastair tilted his head. That was when Keith showed him the dish.

"This..." Alastair's composure froze as he stared at the fruit. Keith grinned, "Please try it." This has to work.

Alastair took a deep breath as he took a bite, "..."

"Did it-"

"This is not the sa."

"Hmm?!" Keith's eyes widened as he stared at him. Alastair explained, "The dish is similar to what Fioreal made. However, it's not the sa."