TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

Mrazivy’s face quickly turned red as a tomato in embarrassment as Marcus told her she looked like a queen.

“Hm, did you perhaps not like being compared to a queen?” Marcus said with a teasing tone.

He could see how flustered Mrazivy was, and he want to see more of her like this since it was far from how she usually acted.

“No, it is just, I am not good enough to be compared to my sister.” Mrazivy said while shaking her head.

However, Marcus just moved up right next to her and brought his face right up to hers and began whispering in her ear.

“That is not true. I believe you have already surpassed your sister. Gwyneira chose you after all to inherit her father’s core and make you just as strong as a dragon. You easily have the qualifications to be queen.” Marcus said softly.

Though as he pushed her Mrazivy shoved the crown back into his hands and said, “No!” while shaking her head furiously.

It seemed that she really did not think that she could have been the queen and seeing her now Marcus understood he had pushed her enough here.

“Well, that is fine, I really would not want to be the, king? No, it is something else like queen’s consort, right?” Marcus said in an attempt to change Mrazivy’s mood._.

Fortunately, his plan worked and Mrazivy snapped out of her fluster in order to correct him.

“You were close, it would be prince consort. But that is beside the point, I have no intention of beign queen.”

Nodding his head Marcus wholly agreed, and said, “Yeah it would be pretty difficult to go off and explore the world if you were chained to a desk like your father is most of the time.

Mrazivy wholeheartedly agreed with this. She never wanted to be the ruler even if she had the chance.

“Now here.” Marcus said as he held the crown back towards Mrazivy. “You came down to test it out, right? I will not make any more comments and you can test it to your heart’s content.”

Taking the crown back Mrazivy sent her mana into it before putting it back on her head and she focused in on the formation that shrunk it down.

Soon it was back to its form as a circlet, and she tentatively put it back on her head.

It was clear she was more comfortable with it now that it was not in its full royal form.

Quickly she began gleefully activating the powers of the crown and giving it a try, as this was likely the only time that she would be able to.

Around forty minutes passed by as Mrazivy tested out the crown having already forgotten her earlier embarrassment.

‘Marcus, Frostine and I are ready.’

Receiving a telepathic communication from Kalt, Marcus now knew it was time to deliver the crown to its rightful owner.

“Mraz your sister and uncle are ready to receive the crown. I am afraid that our time to use it is over.”

Sighing and nodding her head Mrazivy took the crown off and handed it to Marcus. Though as she let go of it, she frowned. And while she did not want to be queen, she did want that crown.

“Do you think you could make me something similar in the future?” Mrazivy said while putting on her best puppy dog eyes.

“Sure, I can do that. But it is likely to be quite far into the future. We will need to gather the materials ourselves next time.” Marcus said with a smile.

Naturally Mrazivy agreed, and while it was not solid in any way, they now had plans to go out and hunt for materials to make her a crown of her own.

“Did you want to come with me to deliver the crown? I am sure that it will be fine, and I think you will do a better job of explaining its powers to your sister since you tested it out even more than I did.”

Taking Marcus up on his offer Mrazivy headed with him to meet Frostine and the deputy king, and soon they had arrived at the meeting room.

The knights posted outside the door opened it up, and inside was Kalt and Frostine, already sitting down and drinking some tea while they waited.

When Kalt and Frostine saw that Mrazivy was with Marcus, they were both surprised for a moment. Though they took it in stride and invited both of them in.

“Here it is. The crown for the future ruler of Borealia.” Marcus said as he took out the box the crown was stored in and handed it to Kalt.

He opened it up and his eyes went wide in surprise as he saw how stunning it looked.

There was not doubt it was fit for a monarch and Frostine nearly squealed in delight as she saw it.

“Truly impeccable work. I have examined my brother’s crown at length before, but it honestly is not as powerful as this one. You have done a great service again for Borealia.” Kalt said as he bowed his head slightly towards Marcus.

At the same time Frostine took the crown and placed it on her head while also thanking him.

Quickly she had it shirk down into its circlet form, and she noticed how comfortably it sat on her head.

“Mrazivy, would you mind explaining everything the crown can do to your sister.” Marcus said as he watched Frostine begin sending her mana into the crown.

Though as she heard this, Frostine looked over at them with a wry smile on her face.

“Oh, did you let my sister wear my crown before me?”

“Yes, I needed someone else to test it since some of the formations work best with someone that has ice magic. And as she is my fiancée and your full blood related sister, I figured she was the best for the job. I did not want to give the future queen a defective item.” Marcus explained.

Of course, everyone knew this was just lip service, but it really did not matter much in the fist place as Frostine was just messing with them.

After that the two sisters gleefully began discussing the crown, while Marcus and Kalt conversed.

“Now is there anything else that the kingdom needs me to do. It is still winter, so the contract is in effect.”

“No, you have already done enough. Certainly, there are things with which we could have you do, but nothing pressing. Just enjoy your time off and prepare for your engagement party.” Kalt said.

Now knowing that he would be free for the rest of the winter, Marcus began making some mental plans for what he could do.

‘I suppose that practicing my skills and making some money are what I really need to do. I am a little low on funds since I have not had time to work for a while.’ Marcus thought as he made his plans.

Soon, Frostine and Mrazivy had finished discussing the crown, and Marcus and Kalt had said all they needed to.

“I believe it is time that I head back out. The king is busy with important paperwork, and I am the only one that can help.” Kalt said as he excused himself.

Shortly after Frostine did the same, and Marcus and Mrazivy were left alone in one of the castle’s meeting rooms.

“Now how about we go and have some fun.” Mrazivy said as she grabbed Marcus by the handed and dragged him away.