# 39
A future in which he will be jealous. What is meant by the “red-haired man” mentioned by Gott other than someone who is getting close to Helen?
"Who is he?"
Aachen's blue eyes, deep in the sea, caught a sharp look.
“I don’t know. You know, the future is only seen in fleeting glimpses and fleeting moments.”
Gut stammered under Aachen's menacing gaze.
“Speak clearly, or I will cut off your head.”
Aachen's features hardened, and Gott felt a shiver, so he closed his eyes to see the future.
“What do you see?”
“You also seem to hate that little head next to...”
“This is not helpful.”
Aachen sighed, massaging his temples.
"This is too much! You have to be generous. There will be many men you will be jealous of in the future, not just the redhead!"
Gott protested as if he were wronged.
"What?"
In response to Aachen's question, Gott whispered in a satisfied tone.
"The descendants of Amphitrite retain their youthful beauty even into old age. They receive many suitors throughout their lives."
“…”
"If you are not generous, you will develop a disease of anger. Didn't I tell you that before?"
Gut smiled maliciously, making Aachen angry.
Aachen thought about opening the window after pulling the curtains forcefully.
‘Should I fire him? No, if you kill the Grand Mage… I will take over his duties.'
He hated the idea of being attached or belonging anywhere, especially if it was the Magic Tower in the Imperial Palace.
Gut felt a shiver run through his body at the thought of being expelled, so he spoke hastily.
“...I see a future where I'm thrown somewhere, but that's okay. You're her partners in the end.”
Gott sensed the threat to his life, so he gave a reassuring thumbs up.
" …I'm sorry."
Gott quickly raised his hands in surrender.
Aachen left without a word and slammed the door shut.
"Stop throwing people out of the windows! I'll tell the Grand Duchess later!"
After a long time, after Gut was sure that Aachen had left the magic tower, he shouted loudly.
Aachen's mood was very bad when he returned to Hestor Castle.
‘Who do you think has the red hair? Not Marquis Rata...'
Gott's words echoed in his mind, disturbing him every time he thought about them.
‘Should I temporarily ban anyone with red hair from entering Hestor Castle?
While Aachen was thinking about it seriously, he noticed Helen approaching him.
Her silver hair swayed gently with her movements.
" my lady?"
Achen called out to her as if nothing had happened.
“Grand Duke, here you are. You arrived just in time; I was just about to come to see you.”
Helen smiled brightly, blinking her emerald eyes several times.
He was relieved that she did not surprise him in his previous uncomfortable state.
“Would you like some tea?”
“That sounds good.”
As he listened to her elegant steps follow him, Aachen thought:
‘I wish you knew what I want to do to you now.’
He wished she never knew.
He was afraid she would run away if she knew how much he wanted him.
Helen entered Aachen's office with him.
As she sat on the sofa, Aachen poured the tea himself.
“Here, drink.”
"…Thank you."
As she was holding the cup of tea, Helen felt a surprise in her heart.
Aachen's face was reflected in the clear blue color of tea.
“It has a nice smell.”
“I'm glad you like it.”
Aachen smiled as Helen took a sip and set the cup down.
“I apologize for my late greeting. Did you sleep well?”
"Yes."
“I'm relieved you had a great first night in Belzeit.”
While Aachen looked after her intently, Helen hesitated to broach the subject of Winter.
'Should I tell him we were once engaged?'
What if he became as suspicious as Revan?
Although the marriage was political for the sake of national harmony, and the circumstances were complicated...
However, this made her more cautious. This time she wanted a close-knit, indissoluble family.
She didn't want anything wrong with the environment in which Shevelina would grow up.
After failing once, she didn't want to show her weakness again.
'It's better not to say anything.'
It would be a big problem if this led to a dispute.
“Does anything worry you?”
When Aachen saw her hesitation, he took the initiative to speak.
“Tomorrow, a doctor will come to Hestor Castle to treat Shivalin.”
"doctor?"
“Since this is about bringing in someone from outside the family, I thought it would be best for you to know.”
Aachen nodded slightly in support of Helen's words.
“It is good to have a doctor come to treat the princess. It is difficult to find someone who is familiar with child psychology.”
Having experienced similar symptoms, he understood it well.
“I will ask Garen to treat the guest well. He is an important guest of yours, right?”
Helen appreciated Aachen's kind gesture.
“More importantly, I have something for you.”
“...?”
Aachen sat next to Helen. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace.
“It's a gift. If it doesn't bother you, may I put it on you?”
" …certainly."
Aachen gently ruffled Helen's hair, making a soft sound.
As he lifted her hair, he noticed red marks on her collarbone.
“...”
These were marks he left in his will. He tried to ignore her as he wrapped the necklace around her neck.
“It's done.”
At a time when the misunderstanding was getting worse because of their lack of understanding, Elisha urgently called Helen.
“Your Highness, you must come to the princess immediately!”
“What's wrong with Shevelin?”
“Let's go to the princess first.”
Aachen tried to calm the terrified Helene.
Helen ran quickly to Shivalin's room.
“Shivlin!”
The baby, who had been fine in the morning, was now moaning and struggling to breathe.
Her body was covered in a rash and she was burning with fever.
Helen put her hand on Shivalin's forehead to check her temperature and shouted:
“When did this start?”
“She seemed to be sound asleep after breakfast, so we didn't wake her, but when I checked her now, her temperature was very high...”
Elisha's response left Helen in despair.
“It's just like it happened that day.”
It was the same then. An infant girl without any symptoms suddenly developed a high fever.
“I'll get the doctor. We need an accurate diagnosis...”
“…It's no use.”
Helen bit her lip as she spoke. Then, Shivalin miraculously survived thanks to a divine miracle.
But if this was truly a miracle, it was a rare and unrepeatable event.
"What?"
Doctors couldn't even pinpoint the cause of her high fever.
All they could say was that she would not survive that night, which broke Helen's heart.
She didn't want to relive that memory.
Did they realize how devastating it was to hear the news of her baby's death?
“She had a fever like this before, and no one could cure her.”
“…”
“Then, she survived thanks to a divine miracle, but now... Will the gods have mercy on her again...?”
Despite her calm speech, Helen could barely contain herself.
“I wish I was the one suffering instead of her...”
“…At least, I will ease her pain because she is in so much pain.”
Aachen could not bear to see Scheveline suffering, so he conjured drops of water with his magic.
Place it around Shivalin's body.
Sheviline seemed to feel some relief from the cold, but it was not enough to reassure her.
While they were worried and tense, Aachen suddenly spoke.
“Ma’am, the princess’s palm… it’s glowing.”
As he said this, Sheveline's palm sparkled with her name at her baptism.
At that moment, Shivalin started breathing hard again.
“Lin, no. Your mother, your mother is here.”
“…It doesn’t make sense.”
When Aachen saw Helen crying, he took out some holy water from his pocket.
“Princess, one moment please.”
“Your Highness, what are you doing...?”
Aachen opened the bottle of holy water and made Shevelin swallow it little by little.
After Shivalin swallowed the holy water, her breathing became noticeably more comfortable.