“Huh?"

When Princess Leila suddenly frowned, Milton expressed his concern from his seat across her in the carriage. 

“What is it, Your Highness?”

“It’s nothing. I just thought someone said, ‘stubborn girl.’”

“……”

“Well, it was probably my father. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Milton had only one thought as he looked at her.

‘People all over this world would probably call you stubborn.’

But he didn’t voice it out loud and merely changed the topic. 

“Anyway… it’s truly amazing how in the end, everything was done as you wished, Your Highness.”

He wasn’t just saying empty words. Every time there had been an issue, Princess Leila had provided the perfect assistance, it was as though she had a prescription for each situation. When Milton had a difficult time gathering the southern nobles, she had lent him her name. And by proclaiming that she was still alive, she had given the southern nobles the justification they needed to join the army — they were following the will of the royal family. For the southern nobles who had been discriminated against by the nobles in the capital, this had been both an honor and an opportunity. Thanks...