Library.
"Your Highness, Berg will surely be overjoyed by your favor."
Anlìyà's face lit up as she gently kissed Xian's cheek.
"Lewd." Ilith, who was only using a book to cover half her face, could not help raising it a little higher, though it still failed to hide those heterochromatic eyes.
"Ilith, come here!" Xian, whose head rested on Anlìyà's lap, beckoned without looking back.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Ilith quickly put down her book and ran barefoot to Xian's side, forgetting even to put on her shoes. She obediently knelt beside him.
What do I do? What do I do? His Highness isn't going to ask me to give him a lap pillow, is he?!
Although Ilith appeared calm on the surface, she was already panicking inside.
It was not that she minded giving him a lap pillow. After all, His Highness was the first person to say her eyes were beautiful and give her flowers. But... if he rested there for too long, her legs would definitely hurt, right? She was just a frail little girl in poor health!
"Ilith, do you know what extraordinary profession a farmer advances into? I looked through the books on Blessings on the shelves, but none of them seemed to mention it," Xian asked.
Thank goodness, it's not a lap pillow.
Ilith sighed inwardly in relief, though she also felt a faint sense of disappointment.
"Your Highness, I recall that a farmer advances into a Harvester. Around ten years ago, the kingdom sent people here to search for forbidden books and took away quite a few. There should have been books among them that recorded the farmer's Blessing."
Ilith thought for a moment before answering.
She had still been a little girl back then. She only remembered because she spent all day immersed