Bab 44: 043 ※ Horses, Bows, and Arrows [VII]

BUT THIS ISN'T SOMETHING I CAN ASK HIM SO STRAIGHTFORWARDLY, or he might get suspicious of my question. At least, I would if I were him.

"Terry said yours will be ready in three weeks, Tasha. Until there, you'll use my own weapon, got it?" Damn, he really is trying his best. But I still don't get the reason. Because it must have a reason for this. "Thank you, dad. I'll do my best."

"Oh, I know you will, Tasha. You are my daughter, after all. You always do your best, so that's not bothering me," at least he knows that!

Here I go. "So, dad, what does the Imperial Crown Prince looks like?" I asked casually, and thankfully he didn't find it strange.

"I wish I knew, but I don't know. I met Joshua when he was a little kid, but my memories of him are thin like a fog. So, I don't remember that kid's appearance at all. Although Hendri once told me that, like you and me, his son is the one who looks the most like him. Why?"