"Yila is far more capable than I am..."
More than once, Yose lamented this in front of his own daughter. With his bearded, knightly face, he was always a king full of humor, but it was only in front of his daughter that he would have a touch of fatherly authority.
It was the authority of a father, not that of a king.
Despite discussing the topic of rebellion with the child destined to inherit his throne, neither he nor Isabella cared, for he had grown accustomed to it.
Isabella had also grown accustomed to it.
"When I die, I'll say to Yila, 'If Isabella is not up to it, then you be the king.' You won't resent your father then, will you, little Isabella?"
"Hmph~"
Although it was a haughty snort, the little Isabella did not wish to become queen either. After all, her father seemed to be tired every day, with no time to play with her; she did not want to become the so-called king.
Tiring and boring.
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"Isabella, prepare to ascend to the throne..."
