The disgruntled and thoroughly angered group was just about to begin discussing how many additional sweeps they should conduct across the Expo Hall, determined to search the area repeatedly until they were absolutely certain nothing else had been planted.
However, the conversation never got the chance to continue.
The adults in charge of the observation area suddenly encountered a very different kind of problem.
A door lock engaged with a decisive click, and several of the monitoring screens automatically concealed their contents behind neutral displays. At the same time, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor outside.
"Mother! Father!"
The anxious voice of a little princess rang out just as the door opened, causing every adult in the room to jolt.
"Yes, dear? What’s wrong?" the Empress asked quickly as Princess Nina skidded to a stop in front of her, her brows furrowed deeply in distress.
Now, who wouldn’t be alarmed by that expression?
Several of them immediately turned toward the girl, concern flashing across their faces as they tried to determine whether something had gone terribly wrong.
To be fair, they weren’t entirely mistaken.
The young princess did have a serious problem.
One that clearly required urgent attention and resolution.
"Mother!" Nina declared dramatically, clutching her chest. "We have a big problem!"
"What is it, Nina?" the Empress asked, crouching slightly to meet her daughter’s gaze.
Encouraged to explain, the young princess blurted out her concern without hesitation.
"How will the tooth fairy find Marin here?!"
Silence descended upon the room.
"...."
"...."
"...Sorry, what?" Emperor Xavian finally asked, genuinely unsure he had heard correctly.
"The tooth fairy!" Nina repeated urgently, looking utterly distressed. "Marin lost a tooth, didn’t she? Now she’s sleeping at my treehouse. But then I realized that, unlike the palace, the tooth fairy won’t be able to put a gem under her pillow because the fairies won’t be able to get here!"
Her wide eyes looked up at the adults with pure anguish.
"What do we do?!"
The furious tension that had filled the room moments earlier slowly unraveled as the adults exchanged glances with one another.
Then they looked back at the young girl.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Finally, Countess Jenna cleared her throat.
"...Yes," she said solemnly.
"That is indeed an important concern."
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Actually, that was a legitimate issue that stemmed from an even bigger concern, like explaining all of this to the child so that she wouldn’t wake up thinking she was about to die.
So yes, they truly needed to come up with a way to soften the blow for the innocent little girl.
It was just that perhaps placing a gem the size of a fist under Marin’s pillow while she slept wouldn’t be the best approach.
"Nina, maybe we could go for other things? What about a few trinkets?" the Empress suggested gently. She had no real qualms about giving precious stones, but she was somewhat concerned about the morality of doing such a thing.
"Huh? But if it’s not gems then won’t it be wrong...?" Nina asked, clearly troubled.
"Well, I’m not really sure about that, my child," Gisella admitted patiently. "But would you like something like that under your pillow? Wouldn’t it be better to have something nicer?"
It took a good minute as the Empire’s matriarch watched her daughter think long and hard about the dilemma. The little princess frowned deeply, her brows scrunching together as she considered the implications with great seriousness.
Eventually, Nina nodded.
Yes, it would probably be better to give Marin something else.


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