Forget My Husband, I’ll Go Make Money

d smiled apologetically at Mukali.

“This was thoughtless of me.
I just wanted to give the General a present…”

“I know your generosity the best, Lord Volatun.”

Mukali quietly replied.

Even though Mukali knew it was done out of goodwill earlier, he just couldn’t forgive it but now, he thought it was fine either way.

His mind was at ease.

“Next time, I will prepare a gift that you will like, General.”

“You don’t have to…”

“It also counts as my apology so please accept it.”

“Is that so…then I shall not refuse any further.”

The atmosphere flowing between them was warm.

Aristine looked at this scene and sighed, “Ah, I shouldn’t have spoken so negatively about your present.
I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“No, Your Highness.
I asked for your opinion first.
You gave me your response after seriously thinking about it so that isn’t rude in the slightest.
Rather, I should be grateful.”

“Thank you for saying that.”

Aristine smiled widely.
She stared at the eye patch which had gone back inside the box and said.

“I’m amazed by the fine craftsmanship that went into this, but I am even more amazed that it was made to fit Sir Mukali’s eye-hole perfectly.
And I doubt you used a model.”

It was a surprise gift so Volatun must have made it based on his memory.
It was practically made through eye measurement; as expected, the best blacksmith was on a different level.

“I’m glad you noticed.”

Volatun was somewhat surprised.

Aristine had a really good eye for recognizing things by focusing on the skill rather than the beautiful appearance.

“Although the Catallaman forge has given you a gift, Princess Consort, I would like to make you a personal gift considering we have met today.
Will you accept it?”

“Oh my, I will happily look forward to it.”

A smile spread across Volatun’s wrinkled face once Aristine agreed to accept his goodwill.

Now that the topic had somewhat come to a lull, Aristine took a sip of tea to wet her throat.

Now, it was time to fulfill her purpose for coming here.

Aristine acted as casual as possible and spoke as if she had just remembered.

“Come to think of it, I saw something a little troubling before entering the smithy earlier.”

“Something troubling…?”

When Volatun asked, Aristine briefly explained Ritlen’s incident.

Volatun’s face darkened.

“Those punks, in the end…my goodness, I have let you both see something shameful.”

“Don’t worry about us.
More importantly, that blacksmith might have never held a hammer again.”

That would have been the outcome had Aristine not intervened.

Because that was the future she saw through her Monarch’s Sight.

“…I thought that if I stopped paying attention to him, the others’ attention would gradually shift away.
I made a mistake.”

Volatun said in a heavy voice.
His face seemed to age in an instant as he spoke.

“If it’s alright, can I know the backstory behind this?” (Aristine)

Volatun stared at Aristine for a moment then he nodded.

“Princess Consort is his benefactor so naturally, you have a right to know.”