The Whispering Tale of the Heart (14)

Nine years passed, as Tingit became engrossed in teaching a baby who was learning magic to naturally perceive Nij. She also had to catch up on a mountain of assignments, often due to her laziness and procrastination, which made her forget what she had accomplished in her studies of exact sciences. This caused her to become dizzy and fall ill at school, where she lay weak for two years. After regaining consciousness, with the help of her friends, the assignments were finished, and there was one task: to create a book titled 'Crazy is Real'. I was in a panic, because everyone around the Earth Kingdom was crazy; the scroll Tingit carried contained the opposite. The only normal ones were at school and in the Kingdom, and going there was impossible, bro? She could be beheaded, because they enforced a rule: “Tingit is forbidden from entering any palace. If caught sneaking in, her head shall be publicly severed.” Wandering into the forest to look for grasshoppers, she met Mif, a resident who provided information about the school that was to be made into the book 'Crazy is Real'. It was already made, but oh, I was wrong; there were many repeated words and language that was difficult to understand and comprehend. “What's wrong with you, Ngit!”, “I'm sorry, sir, but I need a handful of gold to survive because I was expelled from…..*hic*, *hoo, hoo, hoo*” she said, shedding tears. “Alright then, let's just change the book a little, my dear, *cup, cup*” he said, stroking her cheek with his handkerchief, which was rough like cow's fur. Armed with the scroll named Hijash, given by that teacher, and changing her entire appearance—buying the best clothes, dressing neatly, applying bright makeup like the morning sun—it turned out that those who met her had forgotten that I was the banished Princess of the Earth Kingdom. So, just for fun, I tried to help out in a healing chamber. However, I was dizzy because I had to memorize many medicines and was allowed to substitute ingredients as long as they were the same. Honestly, Tingit was terrified, because her leader simply let her loose without any instructions on how to serve customers or the rules there, and how could they just change things so arbitrarily? However, I helped sell the most expensive medicines according to the needs of those seeking treatment. However, suddenly Tingit was given a 'ghost letter' from her leader named Timun, instructing her to leave the chamber and a message to be entrusted to a guard to quickly sign it and hand over all special clothing to be left in the chamber. Tingit hadn't been paid, but that wasn't the problem; instead, Hijash, the scroll of exact sciences, was being withheld, and to retrieve it, all matters in the chamber had to be resolved. The matters involved the calculation of magic potion ingredients and traditional medicine ingredients, which had to match the quantities recorded in the Palace. However, when I tried to come to the healing chamber, I was ignored, and I tried to ask, “What about the items?” “What for?” said the new leader, and I walked over to them.