The Holy Maiden Appears (2)

With the motto “treasure the limited time,” Cordelia steadily created memories with Isaac.

The original Cordelia made him say she always seemed angry and disliked being with him, but the current Cordelia—whose inside was Kana—didn’t apply.

Whether it was backlash from suppressing romance all her life or simply her naturally intense personality, given the excuse of “limited time,” she devoted herself to Isaac as if her restraints had snapped.

She devoted herself with everything she had.

“Your Highness! I brought new tea again. You said you disliked sour things, so today it’s sweet!”

At twelve, Cordelia barged into his study at the palace whenever she found the chance and pressed fatigue-relieving sweets and drinks on him.

Thanks to the nanny strictly correcting her improper speech for a duke’s daughter, her refined lady speech became natural. She now called him “Prince Isaac” instead of “Isaac-sama.” …The nanny was scary.

When bringing gifts, she often included bits of information as well.

“By the way, a dress merchant told me muslin nightwear is very popular in the capital. It’s light and helps sleep well, loved by both men and women.”

—Be sensitive to trends.

It was drilled into her in her previous life. Detecting social changes and informing management was part of PR work.

Now Cordelia was merely a child, yet the habit was ingrained. She naturally tracked trends and made informing Isaac a routine.

“I see. Then I shall send some to Father as well. Imports may increase.”

Without changing expression, Isaac replied while writing. His profile held a fragile boyish beauty, making Cordelia sigh softly.

Having lost his queen mother young, he cherished his only family, the king. Yet both were expressionless and communication was awkward. To help, Cordelia regularly gathered gift ideas.

“Ah, and no need for thanks! But if you insist, please give me sweets!”

She hurriedly added. Otherwise Isaac would send dresses and jewels endlessly. Food was easier to consume—and let her invite him to share.

“I see… then I will look again.”

His expression softened slightly. She knew he loved sweets most of all.

Repeating this exchange eventually led to a personal letter from the king thanking her for improving communication with his son.

It even said, “I am glad Isaac has a lady like you. Please continue to look after him.” —which made Cordelia dance with joy.

At times she even planned small events for him.

The trigger was his inspection visits to the Royal Magic Academy, held every few months, which he struggled with.

“…I don’t know how to interact with them. Even if I speak, they keep their distance.”

Cordelia crossed her arms.

The academy gathered elite youths with magical talent, and she herself attended. Indeed they avoided him.

Because they whispered, “He never attends magic school—can the prince even use magic?”

As the First Prince he had a special curriculum instead, yet his praised talent irritated proud students. His blank expression made them think him arrogant.

“Then leave it to me! I’ll show those… students Isaac-sama’s true ability!”

Cordelia declared, raising her fist.