Daughter of the Emperor Chapter 315

Chapter 315: The Emperor’s Daughter Chapter. 315

I wanted to find the answer soon, so I started looking for Dranste when I got up this morning. Since I knew the answer now, I tried to guess the right answer. However, that sly fox always ca when I didn’t need him! Now that I do want to et him, he’s nowhere to be found. Right. He had always been like that.

Was he gone for a while again?

Even when I asked the maids and servants, nobody knew where he went. I almost gave up on looking for him, but as I almost did so, he suddenly showed up in front of when the sun descended. What was he? A poltergeist?

“I heard you were looking for .”

I was looking for him in the morning, but it’s night now.

I seriously considered for a mont while looking at Dranste if I should hit him just to talk? My consideration was severe, but the decision was quick. I yelled at Dranste while hitting him.

“I know what you are!”

Blocking my hand, Dranste smiled slyly.

“So? Who am I?”

I answered back without hesitation.

“You’re a sword!”

“Wrong!”

Huh? Wrong? That couldn’t be true.

I frowned. No way. I was so confident this ti! Sitting next to , Dranste smiled. Against the backdrop of the sunset outside the window, Dranste, who sohow looked different from usual, patted my head.

“It’s close, but not quite.”

Close? Did that an he was a sword?

“Then, then, are you a sword fairy?”

Dranste burst into laughter at my question. Oh, this punk.

“Co on, don’t laugh!”

Maybe that’s when he finally figured out what’s going on in my nervousness. Dranste handled properly by that ti, sweeping his tears in his eyes. However, it was too late. I was already in a bad mood.

“You’re missing an adjective in there.”

“Then, a fabulous sword?”

“...”

Sorry, that was the only adjective I could think of right now.

Seeing the reaction seed like it’s not an adjective about aesthetics... what else was there? What else could I use as an adjective? A sword was just a sword. What else did it need?

As I frowned, Dranste pressed down on my forehead with his index finger. At that mont, suddenly, one word ca to my mind.

Oh, could it be...

“A broken sword?”

I asked him unsurely, but Dranste just showed a smile.

“Correct.”

Huh? Really?