Spoiler: Side Story 1: Proposal Edgar was overjoyed. He was overjoyed, as if his steps were about to fly away. Although the wedding has yet to take place, Stella accepted his proposal. Both families' parents were overjoyed and grateful. He'll be married to her soon. Stella and Stella Bonnie will be with him for the rest of their lives. They returned to their native kingdom with the permission of the Duke Gryu, who would soon become His Majesty the Emperor. Stella was moved by his generosity in granting them permission to use the Imperial family's magicians. 'Mister is a wonderful person. He's a lot friendlier than Arcane.' 'Yes. Friendly... Right, friendly.' According to the friendly Mister, who granted permission to use the magicians. 'Come back after completing the procedure for transferring your family and Bonnie's entire family to the Empire at the time of your departure.' It sounded like he was asking him to go next door and get a cookie jar that he had lent him. Arcane looked over at Edgar, who was only opening and closing his mouth. 'There's nothing to be concerned about. I've already finished speaking with the kingdom, so please inform your parents.' 'Are you already finished?' 'Yes.' 'As if it's that easy... No, it wouldn't be.' Edgar dismissed all of his doubts when he saw this wealthy man standing next to him with a nonchalant expression on his face. Moving not just one family, but two families, and even an entire family with a long history in its own right, is neither common nor easy. Seeing Arcane, on the other hand, made everything feel so natural and easy. There were few problems that he couldn't solve. There were only a few. It would also be exhausting to deal with a problem that hardly belongs to him. Edgar had a flashback to what he had heard from Stella just before arriving here. 'A joint wedding would be fantastic!' He shook his head violently, then paused. Stella was using her entire body to express her hopes, excitement, and joy for the future. He couldn't turn down her gleaming eyes. "I'll have to ask Arcane about his proposal." Edgar couldn't help but notice Stella's overjoyed smile at the end. He came to a halt and looked around again to ensure that this was the correct door. People passing by the corridor bowed their heads in his direction. It was the palace on the east side of the Imperial Palace where the intelligence agency of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was located. "It's Edgar, Francis. I'll go in." With a light knock, the door was wide open. And he quickly shut the door. Suddenly. "What are you doing instead of hurrying in?" "I'm not going in at all." Edgar took a step back. Berkan grabbed his arm as he opened the door from the inside. Edgar's brow is creased. Berkan dragged him into the room with him. The door closed quietly behind him. Hans yawned incessantly, rubbing his black eyes. He groaned and opened his mouth in pain from his arms as he attempted to raise his hand towards Edgar. "You look happy." "Yes, well, why is it so dark?" Edgar looked around the room and pulled the thick curtains back. Noon sunshine poured in at once. Hans crouched his neck like a turtle and frowned. "The sun is good, but it's still a little chilly. Especially in the Empire." Edgar nodded and greeted Francis, as he had just come in. "Spring is shorter than that. I came in." Edgar nodded and greeted Francis, as he had just come in. "Long time no see, Fran— Wait, what happened to you all this time?" Francis had the same appearance as Hans. His cheeks became thin as the undersides of his eyes were dyed black. His arms and legs trembled in the midst of it, as if he had a serious illness. "Ask him about it." Francis's fingers, which were twitching, pointed to Berkan. Berkan shook his head. "It's all for you guys to do well. Physical strength is national strength, don't you know? Would the two people who will be in charge of all information in the empire be of use if they were in vain?" "It was physical training." "That isn't physical training; it's just harassment!" Berkan wrapped an arm around Edgar's shoulder. He spoke in hushed tones, as if he were telling a secret story. Of course, he didn't have a small voice. "Listen, I really can't use those two, and Agatha, the little girl, also sounds like she's dying while training to do it easily." Francis brandished a fork at him. Unlike before, it was razor-sharp. "Tch, its flying speed has increased quite a bit? How about it, do you feel the benefits of your training?" Francis and Hans both clenched their teeth at the same time as he smiled cheekily. "I'll get rid of you someday." "All I'll be doing is standing here." With a shriek, Berkan crept behind Edgar. When he saw the three of them arguing, Edgar felt a strange sense of calm. It was a sight he had seen before. "In addition, is the wedding date already set?" "Of course, I'll send you a separate invitation." "Good. Congratulations in advance, and of course, I'll congratulate you when I arrive." Francis' lips curled into a smirk. Hans, too, smiled as he looked at Edgar. Looking back on their academy days, he thought it was only yesterday that they were talking about how they bumped into each other's lips, but now they're talking about marriage. "Oh, please eat this; Dana's and Stella's are mixed, so let heaven decide what to pick up..." Berkan reached for the chewy, milk-scented macadamia cookie without hesitation. He'd been eating Dana's snacks for a long time, and despite the fact that they all looked the same, he could tell what she made at a glance. He said as he chewed on the cookies. "Edgar's wedding date has been set. Then, the Prince's... It's not that. The Crown Prince's... Since we didn't have a coronation yet, then the Prince's... Argh! I should've just called him Arcane-nim! Anyway, all Arcane-nim have to do is propose to Miss Dana." (tl/n: Prince as in "Ducal Prince") Even the rustling sound stopped as soon as he finished speaking. For a while, the room had been deafeningly quiet. Edgar opened his mouth to keep it closed. They'd have to ask him what's going on, of course, but... "I'm not going to think about it right now." "I agree." "I do agree too." "I'm sorry for bringing it up, but I actually feel the same way." The four men exchanged deep sighs as they looked at each other. When he was asked to send a flower bouquet, he opened the flower garden and sent it. When he told him to send whatever she wanted, he made a chocolate mountain and sent it. They were concerned about what would happen if they asked him to propose. "Wouldn't it turn out like this, with Miss Dana at the center, a couple of dozen couples gathering and proposing at the same time?" "I would have said, 'That's bullshit!' but it's not impossible." Francis made a tongue-clicking motion. For a brief moment, Hans shook his head as he visualize that scene. It was obvious that it would be a lasting memory for her for the rest of her life. In a negative way. "Is it difficult for him to act normally?" "Yes." Edgar was irritated because he had asked a question that had already been answered. How many times has he witnessed an ordinary thing being transformed into something extraordinary by the hands of that Arcane? "Even if you don't make an effort to think about it." "I can't help myself." Hans and Edgar exchanged a few words. Berkan then opened his mouth. "I can only think of bad things." "You're noisy; don't you know that words grow into seeds?" (tl/n: Francis was saying that with Berkan saying that, he might jinx it and what he's saying might come true) Berkan clenched his teeth and closed his mouth in response to Francis' words. Edgar exhaled a sigh. He was obviously very happy until he entered this room. After a brief pause, Francis exhaled heavily and said. "Let's go think about it; whatever we think, we'll see more." *** Duke Gryu narrowed his eyes and stared at the top of his son's head. He must have felt his gaze, but he was even more upset as he looked at the documents without raising his head. "Son." "Yes." " “Yes!” you say! What do you mean by yes? Why are you procrastinating? What do you lack? Just say it." The Duke roared. Arcane put down the documents he was looking at and looked up. The Duke, who saw his face that says that he didn't know what the problem was, rubbed his forehead. "A marriage proposal, a proposal. Do you mean that you have no intention of marrying Dana? If you think so, break the engagement right away—" "Father." It was a deep, sinking voice. In vain, the Duke coughed. "So I'm telling you to propose quickly; you have to propose before the coronation and marry right after, and your father prefers a granddaughter; of course, any grandchildren would be fine, but I think there will be a tough guy like you." Arcane rose from his seat, the Duke's gaze following him, and he hugged him without hesitation. The Duke, who had been glancing for a while, opened his mouth. "Son." "Yes." "I can't breathe. Are you doing it on purpose?" "No way." He relaxed his arm and stepped back. Arcane asked the Duke, who squinted. "How was it?" "Do you mean the proposal I made?" "Yes." "I didn't make it big. I just said I would fill the whole field of the land with her favorite flowers and give them as a gift. And I would ask her to accept me as a bonus." The Duchess smiled cheerfully and rejoiced that it was a cute proposal at the time. As he remembered that day, a smile spread across the Duke's lips. Arcane nodded, recalling the land's field. It's adorable. Dana would have passed out screaming if she had heard it. It was in Duke Gryu's nature. It couldn't have been any smaller or more adorable. Simply removing the flowers that had faded from the garden at the time would have made it brighter. Nonetheless, the Duke, Arcane, and the Duchess all commented on how cute and small the proposal was. The assistants working next to the father and son duo forcibly closed their jaw, which had dropped since Arcane embraced the duke. It engendered admiration. Gryu was, indeed, a duke, and the scale he had imagined was, of course, incorrect. The new imperial family was different, but there was something quite different about them. If Edgar had heard it, he would have smacked his chest in frustration. "So what are you going to do?" "I'm going to do it normally." Arcane's voice was extremely calm. "Normally?" "Yes." The Duke fumbled for a moment over the gift his son had sent to Dana. He decided to remain silent for the time being. He makes something small every time these days, so it should be fine. Arcane's ice flowers and sculptures could also be found in the Duke's office or the Duchess' room. "Wouldn't it be better to have a wedding before the coronation?" After a brief salute at the Duke's subtle words, Arcane exited the office. He needed to make a small gift for her. *** Dana smiled and wrapped her arms around Stella. Stella also hugged Dana and smiled brightly. "Congratulations on your upcoming wedding!" "I–I haven't done it yet." "You're going to get it done soon." Stella blushed as she noticed her more animated smile. "I'll do it," she says, "but..." "Me!" Dana extended her hand. Stella made a quick blink. "Me?" Dana patted her chest in response to Stella's question. "Leave it to me! I'll do anything you want! Just tell me, okay?" Stella's eyes widened and she burst out laughing. Her little friend inflated her chest to the brim and sparkled her golden brown eyes. Stella, wiping away tears from her eyes, stated. "I'll put my trust in Dana." "Of course! Trust me!" "And how about Edgar?" "Uh, only Edgar and I!" "Are you saying Arcane...?" "Stella..." Dana called out to Stella, who was amusing herself by catching her words. Stella laughed and nodded. "While we're on the subject, how do you feel about Arcane?" "Arcane is very busy. The coronation is right around the corner. He says it's not that difficult, but every time he comes here, Tobias runs in nervousness. Tobias' face dries up day by day, so I think there's a lot of work—" "That's not what I'm referring to." "Isn't that it?" Dana cocked her chin. Stella is rendered speechless. What she wanted to know was not what was going on with him, but what was going on between the two of them. For example, a proposal or a wedding plan. However, given Dana's reaction, it appeared that their time to meet, let alone propose, had decreased. "Aren't you disappointed that you couldn't meet him?" "It would be a lie to say I wasn't." She swept her engagement ring. She felt emptied now if she didn't have it. "But that's okay; if I want to see him, I can go see him, and..." Dana sighed deeply. She abruptly stood up and returned with both hands full of something after a short time. It was a stack of papers. Stella inquired, splitting the wad of paper from her and placing it on the table. "What's the deal with all of this?" "It's a collection of customs that I have to study." "Are you studying? You're learning something new — Oh, Crown Princess." "That's correct." Dana leaned her chin against a stack of papers, a glum expression on her face. "Aside from that, it's piled up in a small room; there were a lot more things I had to keep in detail than I thought, for example." She pulled out one of the papers and read it aloud after searching through the stack. "When you go out in public, you must wear clothing that covers the back of your hands." "What?" "Do you think it's a lie? Take a look at it." Stella gave a pitiful look as she quickly scanned the paper Dana handed her. "There are at least a few hundred of those customs!" "Does all of this serve any purpose?" "There is; if you look at the bottom, the origin of the customs is written, and because the family in charge of the imperial family changes, they say there are at least a few dozen to a maximum of several hundred each time." Her sagging shoulder was tapped. "You, too, are busy." "Yeah, so help me escape reality; are you leaving all of your wedding preparations to me?" Stella also clenched her fists in the direction of Dana, who also clenched her fists even more ferociously. "Of course, I'm just so grateful! And over there, Dana." Stella kept opening and closing her mouth. She tapped the teacup while rubbing the tip of her nail. Dana stated as she took her hand in hers. "Just say it, it's fine." "What happened to your proposal?" "Proposal?" "Arcane! Proposal!" "Ah, a marriage proposal." Stella rolled her eyes. "Did you hesitate to bring it up?" "But I don't think we'd still do it." Stella sighed. Dana smiled softly and patted the back of her hand. "He's busy with the coronation ceremony, so I think we'll do it after then." "It's too late! But it's not like I don't understand when I see a pile of paper like this." Dana pushed the stack of papers beneath the table with her feet. Stella, who was pushing the customs compilation with Dana, opened her mouth. "I just remembered these customs; wouldn't we be able to sort through and get rid of things we don't need right now?" "It's a long tradition, but I can't break it just because I'm exhausted." "Of course, it's a long tradition, but there are a lot of useless things." "There are a lot." Stella softened her tone. "Tell Arcane, and he'll get rid of it for you." "There's no way." "Arcane is going to beat these up, and you're running out of time to meet him because you're studying these customs." "Right." "Just tell him the truth." "What's the deal with that? Will the imperial tradition be extinguished as a result of something like that?" "You have to go down to see it, what!" They both laughed and chuckled. They finally met after a long time apart and spent the night talking. Dana and Stella had not even considered it. Like Arcane's record of chopping down trees in the Imperial Garden because Dana's hair got caught. *** "Miss." "Yeah." "Wake up, Miss." Dana poked her head out of the blanket at Lucy's urging. With her eyes closed, she murmured. "What's wrong... with you... Haaa." "The Duchess said she'd be there in an hour." "She's paying a visit to my mother." "She stated that she, too, would like to see the Miss!" Dana jumped to her feet and rubbed her aching brow. She only slept for a few hours because she was struggling with customs collection until late last night. "I-in an hour?" Lucy gave a nod. Dana slapped herself on both cheeks. Lucy said, looking at her face. "First and foremost, I need to conceal the dark shade that has fallen under your eyes." The Duchess hummed into the County's mansion exactly an hour later. With a smile on her face, the Countess greeted her. "Your Imperial Majesty the Empress, please accept my greetings." "Oh my goodness, am I already like that?" "Of course, Your Majesty." In keeping with the Duchess's appearance of raising her chin arrogantly, the Countess stood close to her as if to flatter her. Soon after, the two of them burst out laughing and made their way to the drawing room. "Is that right, that kid?" "It's frustrating, because he's my son, but really." "Well, my daughter isn't much better." The two wives were displeased with their son and daughter. "So, what did he decide?" "It's a secret, though he sent me to find out what her favorite flower is." Despite that it's her husband's request, Arcane, who stood silently behind her, was staring at her intently. Knock, knock. "Mother, it's Dana." "Come on in." The two wives exchanged sidelong glances. Even though they had spent a long time together, if they pretended to be, their hands and feet would collide. (tl/n: They could be in sync to the point that they could do what would the each other was currently doing because of the time they spend of each other) "Hello." "Right, I haven't seen you in a while." "I'm sorry I couldn't see you often." "Well, I know you're as busy as Arcane, but don't worry about it; just sit here." As soon as Dana sat down, the Duchess asked with a light smile. "Do you have a favorite flower?" "Flower? I don't have a favorite flower." Despite the unexpected question, Dana responded quickly. The Duchess paused. She shifted her gaze to the Countess. The Countess, who was the center of attention, aided with a word. "But there are some flowers you prefer over others, such as roses or daffodils." Dana was staring at the two of them. Dana read the atmosphere and decided that any flower should come out of her mouth. Flowers, flowers, flowers... There were no flowers that came to mind for her. She hurriedly turned to look out the window at the garden. It was a time when spring had just emerged from the depths of winter. The flowers she was looking for were nowhere to be found in the desolate garden. "Dana?" "Oh, flowers. My favorite flower." Spring. It's spring. Since it's spring. "Dandelion! I like dandelion!" It was a sitting flower that young Arcane had been picking for Dana. Arcane laughed, handing over a dandelion with white fluffy seeds behind the yellow buds. It was the first flower he gave her. "Yes. Dandelion. Then I'll get going." The Duchess stood up refreshed. All she had to do was say hello and a few words. Dana wandered her eyes and the Countess nodded. One hour is urgent. When Dana stood up vaguely, the Duchess shook her hand. "You don't have to come out. I'm sorry for making you tired by force." Dana shook her hand, dark circles under her eyes. The Duchess smiled quietly as she walked out the open door. She then came to a halt and turned her head. "This time, don't tease me too much." *** Arcane was perched on a small hill. Only a few small clouds of sculpture floated through the sky, matching the color of his eyes. He took a look around the area. The yellow and tiny blossoms were shook by the wind. White hall seeds floated one by one. Dandelion blooms covered the entire garden. It was a garden designed especially for Dana. When it came time to make one, Edgar was surprised, but decided it would be good when gardening. Francis, Hans, and Berkan assured one another that everything would be fine. Arcane cast a longing glance into the distance. The sound of a carriage was heard. Dana has finally arrived. Even with his eyes closed, he was clearly drawn in. He couldn't stop smiling. He hasn't seen her yet, but something inside his chest is tingling. Dana noticed him and waved her hand at him. Her lips were calling out to him. Dandelion seeds swung in the breeze and flew into the sky. A gentle spring breeze brushed against his cheek. In the yellow-colored buds, Arcane smiled. Dana dashed towards him. Her round skirt fluttered and swelled. She walked right into his arms. "Ar!" He was filled with her golden brown eyes. His world is contained. Arcane poured a kiss on her forehead, on the bridge of her nose, and on her cheek. Dana shivered slightly, as if she were being tickled. He wiped the corners of Dana's eyes, whom he had only met two days before. There was a shady spot. "Are you tired?" "Huh? No. What would we be doing, Ar? It's just that there are a lot of customs to memorize." "Customs? Imperial family's?" A cart was delivered with a bunch of papers called customs that the Crown Prince should keep in the future. "Yes, there are a lot of things that make me wonder if I need these rules now, so I can't remember them well." I should get rid of it. Arcane outperformed Stella's expectations. "Ar? Aren't you tired? What else is going on? Asking me to come to the outskirts of the capital like this..." Dana paused and looked around. She didn't know when she first arrived because she could only see Ar. There were only yellow dandelions in the garden where he and she stood. "Dandelion? They're all dandelions." "Yes." "There was a place like this." "Yes." He didn't say he had a garden just yesterday. Dana switched back and forth between him and the dandelion garden, and she soon picked up a flower. She tilted her head after inserting a dandelion next to his ear. They complemented each other so well that it was difficult for her to suppress smile. "It was the very first flower I ever gave you." "Did you remember?" "Yes." Dana, who received the dandelion, smiled brightly and thanked her, as if surprised. That day, young Arcane was ecstatic. He removed the dandelion from his ear and inserted it into her. A bright yellow dandelion was delicately placed next to her soft brown hair. Dana and the dandelion swayed in the light breeze. Oh, Dana. You are my spring. My girl. My Dana. Arcane slowly knelt on one knee. His face was tanned by the sun, and he smiled. Looking up at her, he had the same smile on his face. "Will you be with me for the rest of your life, Dana Borchen?" Dana knelt down and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll be with you forever." He laughed aloud while holding her in one arm. Arcane's laughter blended with Dana's and spread out in concentric circles. It was a simple proposal made in a dandelion garden in the a spring breeze. I finally had the time to even translate this... It has six side stories, this being the first one. I don't know when would I do the others... And you could buy the side stories on the google play books. Regarding this, I now think that Tobias isn't their son's name, but we'll see. And... I just wanna share about my thoughts about Arcane and Dana's relationship. Spoiler: My opinion I think that them being together is natural. No, I don't think that Dana was Arcane's second option nor I don't think that Dana needs a better man than of Arcane. For me, their relationship dynamic (first timeline) is somehow just because they're too afraid to step out of each other's way. I believe that Arcane loves Dana, but when Dana suppressed her feelings and treated Arcane like they're just friends and siblings, Arcane felt like he did have to suppress his unknown feelings for Dana or he'll might loose her. Then somehow, he fell for Stella who seemed different from other girls. Then when Dana died for him, he was too devastated of her dead for some reason. I think at this time, he somehow realized that he might loves Stella but he loves Dana more than everything. He might also think he was infatuated to Stella, either way, it didn't really matter. Honestly speaking, Stella and Arcane falling in love with each other or their relationship isn't much of a bother with me. It's much more realistic for me if you didn't fall in love for another person at those times. Loving one person since they're kids is a clichè for romance stories, and a man loving one person on their lifetime is such a clichè too. Men could fall in love with anyone too then have their love of their life in the end.