Chapter 35: You Smell Good

"She can take an assessment. Who knows that with her intelligence she will be admitted straight to College? She is not uneducated after all."

Prince Ibarra looked at the man who just spoke in a deep magnetic voice and has an imposing aura. Even he who was trained from a very young age to be the heir to Lireya's throne was not a match for the powerful aura Marx was exuding at the moment. He was standing up for Amaya.

"Daddy taught me how to read and write in four languages Daddy Ibarra. I can do Usturian, Cheneyan, and Uropan." Amaya said proudly.

Prince Ibarra looked at her in surprise. He did not pay attention to the internet or entertainment news so he did not hear Amaya speak in other languages. He also wasn't aware that Ibrahim knew Uropan and Cheneyan. They were only taught Usturian when they were little.