I thought you were only fifteen years old… At that ti and that ti, I was wholly convinced that you were too old for fifteen, or that you were too old for fifteen…
No, from the perspective of a 30-sothing-year-old, there was no difference between a 15-year-old and a 16-year-old.
I felt like I was born a little too early…
As I fidgeted, the prince chuckled.
[This might be the first ti soone has asked when my birthday is. It’s a little new to .]
My apologies, Prince.
Thinking about it, you were one of Their Majesties’ children, and when you were born, the whole Imperial Kingdom would have celebrated.
Birthdays were standard practice, weren’t they? Sorry, we were related, but I didn’t know that.
[Alexei should have told you a little more about .]
It’s not big brother’s fault, you know!
[If you have sothing against big brothers, let be your opponent!]
I didn’t have any experience in martial arts, but I was one of the best in my grade in Physical Enhancent Magic! Co at !
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Don’t laugh at !
3rd Person POV
“Young Lady, please don’t move! Just at least one more mont, please, because that’s all I need!”
“How many tis do you have to ask for one more mont…?”
Ekaterina spoke effortlessly, but still kept her pose as requested.
A large, middle-aged man was frantically sketching Ekaterina in a pose looking back at him. He was a wood sculptor commissioned to make a replica of the Queen of the Night or the Spirit of the Evening of the Temple of the Sun.
In order to make the goddess statue more realistic, he wanted to use a flesh-and-blood woman as a model. The priest said that the Young Lady of the Duke’s family looked like a goddess materialized in the world. The priest asked passionately for a reference, so the sculptors decided to take the ti to make the sculpture.
Ekaterina, who looked like her mother, would be a better model for the statue, since it was ordered in the likeness of her mother, rather than as a replica of the goddess. Therefore, neither Alexei nor Ekaterina had the option of refusing. They took their ti, even interrupting their preparations for the trip back to the dukedom.
“Young Lady.”
Rev, a glassblower who had been led around the duke’s mansion by a maid, and another glassblower, who was looking around the duke’s mansion, called out to Ekaterina, as if relieved to see her.
When he caught sight of her, his eyes imdiately turned round, his pupils enlarged.
“I’m sorry, Rev, but could you give us a mont?”
“Yes, of course. …um”
As if determined, Rev pulled out a sketchpad and glass pen, which he seems to carry with him at all tis.
“May I sketch, too?”
When the sculptor was finally satisfied and left, Ekaterina faced the Rev and the others in the small common room.
Mina made a pot of tea, which she sipped first. Even though it seed like she was just standing there, she was honestly tired. The sculpture model, being three-dinsional, needed an omnidirectional view.
“You two, please have so. Thank you for coming all the way out here.”
“No, I’m sorry to have been invited to such a fine place.”
Rev and another bow their heads. The other was a man in his late twenties. He had dark green hair, yellow eyes, and an intellectual air about him, but he also had a stubborn appearance with slightly elongated gills.
He wanted to work for Murano Workshop.
The four artisans Ekaterina t the other day have all decided to return to work at Murano Workshop.
They all ca with signed employnt contracts the day after Ekaterina spoke with them. When they talked to their wives about it, so of them were not against it but urged them to move imdiately.
Unexpectedly, other glass artisans who had heard about their treatnt from Ekaterina and his colleagues expressed an interest in moving to Murano Workshop.
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