Eileen’s POV
“So, you’re saying that my father’s illness is quite severe?”
I made a cup of tea for Her Highness as she inquired. As I placed the cup on the table, I could hear her question clearly.
“Oh, indeed, my princess.” The smirking sorcerer adjusted his glasses with a casual air, his tone as nonchalant as ever.
I stood behind the Princess, bewildered as to why she hadn’t ordered this insolent sorcerer to be whipped out of the room.
Just thinking about the sorcerer’s claim that the Princess was his destined one made me want to throw him out. Yet, I knew that the Princess had very important matters to discuss with him right now.
“You said it wasn’t caused by sorcery. So what is it?” Princess Cecilia’s face darkened, her brow furrowing as she left her question unfinished.
“It’s a
