Chapter 432: The Emperor’s Daughter 432
There weren’t things like movies at this ti; living in this world, I realize how much I enjoyed my past culture—listening to songs on the smartphone, reading comics, watching dramas, and playing gas when bored. Sotis, I would make an appointnt with a friend to visit a movie theater, sotis to see a play, sotis I would bring books and learn how to play musical instrunts.
I lived in a perfect ti.
“Well, this isn’t very bad.”
Of course, I didn’t have the talent to make styles popular, complete new musical formats, or write new literary works. I could mimic the things I had seen in my past life, but I was a natural sucker. That couldn’t be considered as real art.
However, the good news was that I had an eye to see what art constitutes as “good” for . The knowledge of art that I learned through free education taught what perspective I should know about art.
There was a vast difference between knowing and seeing, though. In that sense, I was fortunate to be born with the mories of my previous life.
“We should be investing in welfare facilities. It is a princess’s job, but dad was the only one good at it.”
All I would do was plant seeds and water the barren soil. Sothings might not happen the way I want.
However, I never had any doubts.
I could tell by just looking at the economic effects and cultural changes that the US generated with Hollywood. All art had to co out of the people’s hands.
Even if there were differences in the perspectives and the manner of understanding, things would ultimately move people’s hearts. In the end, art was what brings people together. Art was what understood, comforted, and empathized with the soul.
It didn’t an that fine art was aningless, but I believe that art would rule over people’s hearts in this era.
The beautiful natural environnt delights us, but the true masterpieces which contained the souls resided in humans.
Even in the most barren tis, culture exerted power. I believed that small investnts made now would soon lead to our country’s pride, making many Agrients enjoy and unite.
The movies and cartoons I watched when I was tired of working would always make feel good.
“Of course, we have to create museums so that future generations can earn a lot of money from tourism.”
Right, a pen was always mightier than a sword!
Although there was a dignity maintenance fee, it was likely to be small. Once cultural importance got cultivated, there would be a generation of few decent works, and after that, everything would fall into place once the wealthy and bored nobles could use it.
First of all, Serira and Evelyn would tag along with the idea, so who should I convince next?
I was getting excited and giggling to myself as I planned when a familiar voice touched my ears.
“I didn’t know that you liked art.”
W-wait a minute!
As I turned around, I saw Havel leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
I was shocked to see him there, but the slight inner aning of what he said offended . Did this guy think that I couldn’t be interested in art?
“Are you here to fight, Your Majesty?”
“I really hope you’d stop being sarcastic.”
Havel stood tall. I took a step back.
I could never figure out what he was thinking. That always made anxious.
“Why are you grumpy again?”
“Grumpy?”
“If this isn’t you being grumpy, then what is this?”
At my response, Havel’s eyes shone. I didn’t have a good feeling about it.
“I am grumpy.”
I kept taking a step back, but I would touch the wall if I kept going on. I frowned.
Havel, who was approaching with giant strides, stood right in front of . I couldn’t move with ease because of the distance between us. I had to struggle in silence while Havel asked.
“Should I show you what being grumpy is like?”
T-too close.
Hard to breathe.
At so point, my back hit the wall, and Havel stood right in front of . I couldn’t do anything but gulp down in fear. I knew he was huge, but he felt way too huge when he was standing close to .
What to do? I was worried because I thought that Havel would hear my pounding heart.
‘Ah, what am I supposed to do!?’
Our eyes t. Havel’s eyes were as intense as any ti. I wanted to turn my eyes away as I felt like I was being eaten, but sothing inside told to keep looking at him.
If I did anything right now, I knew that I would handle what ca after it.
The most worrying part was that I didn’t know what I could handle.
I was breathing, but fortunately, I heard sothing.
Havel, who was planning to do sothing, stepped back. I exhaled, pressed on my chest.
“What, did you fight?”
It was Assisi and Valer who appeared. Assisi seed like Valer had pulled him out; he frowned after seeing Havel with .
“No, I didn’t fight.”
“I’ll get going then.”
I felt terrible seeing the Have; walk away. Why so?
I was really hurt, but I was feeling more hurt for Havel.
What was it that the positions of victim and convict turned upside down?
It seed like the sa feeling resonated within Valer, who watched Havel go.
“Treat him kindly, please. He is pitiful.”
‘What is this?’
I shut my mouth, but I was already feeling annoyed with what happened.
“Why is Assisi with Valer? Where are you going?”
“Huh? Yeah. Uncle and I are finding a dagger.”
Dagger? Were they going to a weapon store?
I wanted to see it too.
“I will co!”
“Uh-huh, it is not a place for a woman.”
“I want to go!”
“Ouch! Ouch! Uncle, save !”
I had to make Valer co to his senses.
With a sympathetic expression, Assisi looked at .
“Let us go for now.”
“Uncle!!”
Why was I feeling embarrassed?
Uh? Assisi, did he want to go only with Valer?
However, the Assisi I knew was cool. Too cool for anything.
Assisi was a sweet pumpkin. Maybe he was definite about his decision.
As I stood there blankly at Assisi’s words, Valer grumbled to himself.
“I don’t know why those two like this woman so much, really.”
“What? Woman? Wanna die?”
“I really miss Sanse, ugh.”
As I tried to hit Valer, who deserved it, I thought. Who was it that liked ? Ugh, the timing to ask had passed.
“Enjoying it?”
Even if no one asked, one would know right away. This trip was really enjoyable. I smiled and nodded.
“Huh, very much.”
I did regret bringing Valer with , but the trip was fun. I really wanted to do it again.
At my answer, Valer smiled and shrugged.
“That is good. This might be the last trip of your life.”
What did he say?
“Ouch! Ouch! This is violence!”
“Just die!”
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