Chapter: 888

These were the new books she got after Gretel suggested growing herbs.

Not many books on farming methods like this were in the small library of the Empress Palace, so Astelle sent people to the imperial palace’s library or outer palace to bring all the books related to herbal cultivation.

“It’s heavy… … .”

She turned to the small voice to find Theor holding up a large herb-growing dictionary with both hands.

Astelle smiled and quickly took the book. “It’s too heavy for you to carry. Give it to me.”

Astelle put the book on the edge of the table. Theor’s clear eyes turned to the neat handwriting on the cover of the book.

His little fingers swiped down the letters on the cover and stopped at the words “Herbal.”

“Are you reading a book like this because you’re afraid my dad will get sick again”

“Hm?”

“This, herbal book.”

“Yes. I don’t want him to get sick anymore, so I try to grow medicinal herbs that are good for the body.”

Gretel’s idea is a bit vague. There are people who grow and sell herbs in plantations or greenhouses, but no one grows herbs artificially in the mountains in that way.

Theor looked at the herbal book and Astell alternately, and asked out of the blue. “Mom, do you like Dad now?”

“What?”

Theor tilted his head, resting one hand on his chin like an adult.

“Aren’t Mom and Dad getting along now? You like Dad now, don’t you?”

Astelle was a little perplexed.

In the meantime, she knew that the mood between the two of them had improved and Theor was happy too. But she doesn’t know how to answer this question. If she simply affirms it, it means that she has always hated Kaizen.

“I have never hated His Majesty.”

As if knowing she was lying, his glass-like red eyes stare up at Astelle.

Astelle groaned inwardly.

‘It is said that you cannot hide your true feelings from animals and children.’

Theor, who was staring at Astelle, lowered his gaze and let out a small sigh.

“Yes, I see. But now you two are getting along better.”

“… … .”