J-Novel Heart

With her back against the wall, the pea-brained princess forced herself to think.

“This might come as a surprise to someone like you,” she continued, “but we are all human. And humans will fail. No one lives perfectly. That is why we forgive, so that we may all have chances to make amends.”

Yes, she was afraid. She was uneasy. She was unsure. But until she walked on her own two feet down a path of her own choosing, she couldn’t call herself a grown woman.

It was clear how happy he was to have met her, and he was firm in his conviction that they had built a strong friendship. However, a friendship between a young man and a young woman could easily transform into something more. If one happened to become attached to the other, everything could be turned on its head so quickly. Ah, but he was so young. He couldn’t see the way his eyes shone with happiness as he spoke of that woman he called a friend.

“This here is a grater. You hold the radish against it and scrape it like this. Just be sure to watch your fingers.”

“Right. I’ll give it a shot,” Volf replied as he rolled up his sleeves.

Dahlia failed to anticipate the strength and enthusiasm with which he’d approach the task. Within seconds, Volf’s fingertips were a hair’s breadth from the grater’s surface. He stopped in the nick of time, though his nails didn’t escape unscratched.

“There’s no need to do it so hard!”

“Dahlia, I can’t let you do this. These graters are dangerous. I should use my strengthening spell.”

“You don’t need a strengthening spell to grate a radish! Please don’t dig your fingers into it like that!”

“You really are in love, aren’t you? With magical swords, I mean.”

Though Dahlia was none the wiser, as she spoke, Volf’s breathing stopped dead for just a moment. Right between her first sentence and her second, to be exact.

While Dahlia would feel the sunlight, she would also be exposed to the wind and rain.

present, the Rossetti Trading Company consisted only of Dahlia and Ivano. They didn’t deal with their clients directly, instead conducting all their business through the Merchants’ Guild. Their products were stored not on their premises—for they had none—but at the Merchants’ Guild, or they could be delivered directly to the castle by the Tailors’ Guild. Dahlia was thankful for such convenient arrangements. When Dahlia imagined all the clients and products they would have to manage in the future, she couldn’t help feeling a bit apprehensive.

“Behind every item a merchant sells is the work of someone who made it. Crops come from farmers. Craftwork, from artisans. Cuisine, from chefs. They’re all the product of labor. The act of putting a price on a product is therefore the process of valuing the labor that went into it.”

They say men get over relationships like sliding down a staircase, but women jump out through a third-story window.