Published: August 1, 2025
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At the Ipsandros Port Hotel, on the open terrace.
[Breaking News! The birth of the most beautiful royal couple in history]
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“A solemn piece of news has arrived across the sea. The third son of the Dilz Kingdom’s king and head of the knights order, Prince Ruifeng Sandalqia Dilz, has announced his marriage to a lady.
The woman who has become part of the new royal family is Lady Anastasia Norman, daughter of Count Norman. Count Norman is a clothing designer favored by the royal family, known for crafting not only the knights order’s uniforms but also the kingdom’s treasured treasures, earning him a count title due to his brilliant achievements. Both parties possess noble lineage and character, and are expected to pave the way for an even brighter future for the Dilz Kingdom.
Furthermore, it is said that they will hold a grand wedding reception at the royal palace in the near future. Many distinguished guests from both home and abroad will be invited, making it a splendid ceremony to be remembered throughout history. The people of Ipsandros also sincerely celebrate the birth of this young couple and pray for the continued prosperity between the two nations.
As an aside, the bride was a breathtaking beauty who left every reporter speechless upon first sight. It is said that at an international conference, there has been serious discussion about officially recognizing this pair as ‘the most beautiful royal couple in history,’ alongside Ruifeng, who already holds the nickname ‘the most beautiful prince in the world.’”
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—Reading this newspaper article carefully, not missing a single word,
“……hehe,”
I couldn’t help but let out a voice.
To hide my smiling lips, I lifted my coffee cup. Tilting the black surface, a rich aroma floated up. Ipsandros coffee was surprisingly strong.
“Hey there, miss, tourist?”
Suddenly spoken to, I looked up. Right by the open café table stood a boy wearing a huge milk tank on his back.
He seemed still a boy. His traditional Ips clothing and hat were a bit oversized, partly hiding his eyes.
“Miss, with that white skin and red hair… you must be from the Western Continent, right? You probably can’t read Ips language newspapers, want me to translate for you?”
He spoke fluent Flarian language. Of course, he wasn’t just a kind person. He was a beverage peddler. At Ipsandros’s port town, many merchants carried goods around like this.
…Here was near the harbor, at a high-class hotel favored by nobles. Troublesome scams or pushy sales rarely appeared here… but I didn’t let my guard down and calmly answered in the fluent Ipsandros language, even more fluent than his Flarian.
“Yes, I’m Dilz. I just finally unloaded my luggage at this hotel this morning. But I heard the bedroom isn’t ready yet, so I’m just passing the time.”
“Oh? — You speak Ips language too? Too bad, no interpreter job for me then.”
Though he said so, he didn’t leave. From the bag slung diagonally across his body, he fumbled to take out a box.
“Then how about this with your coffee? It’s a famous sweet from Ipsandros.”
Without asking, he set it on the table and opened the box. I peered inside.
They were small pastries, about the size you could pinch with a finger. Even without tasting, I could tell they were soaked thoroughly in syrup. Sweet sugar and pie aroma, with the fragrant scent of nuts.
“Is this by any chance Baklava?”
“Oh ho, miss, you really know Ips! That’s right. If you come to Ipsandros, you gotta eat this, or what’s the point?”
“It’s my first time seeing the real thing. This Baklava… it sure looks incredibly sweet.”
The boy chuckled.
“It’s an Ips sweet, so of course it’s damn sweet.”
“I see.”
I couldn’t help but smile in agreement.