After Marshmallow hatched out of that divine egg, peace packed its bags and left the Elarion Empire.
Again.
I was just starting to enjoy my days—napping under the sun, eating sweets, and cuddling with my ridiculously soft and slightly clingy baby beast—when the palace exploded into chaos. Nobles poured in like rats after cheese, tripping over themselves just to catch a glimpse of Marshmallow. But this time, it wasn't just nobles.
The Holy Temple came too. With their golden robes, glowing relics, and holy expressions, they looked like they were auditioning for a painting.
I thought they were here to take Marshmallow away and say something like, "A toddler princess cannot raise a divine beast without a license."
But no.
They bowed.
To Marshmallow.
I'm not joking. They bowed so low I thought one of them would snap in half.
