The healer who had guided Lydon was a pitiful sight to behold, his short, gaunt face filled with tears of relief as he found Cadel.
Cadel patted Lydon who clung to him, asking the healer how he was doing, only releasing him when he was told Lydon had made a full recovery. Cadel could still see the healerâs back as he fled. Even a roe deer could not have been faster.
And now. Lydon, who hadnât been deterred by Vanâs various insults and hadnât been able to pull away from Cadel, stood side by side with Van to take measurements.
âLydon, stay quiet, and Van, stop fighting. Youâre making it hard for the tailor.â
âYes, Commander. But before I do that, let me just rip this damn fairyâs snout off a little bit.â
âAre you trying to put your hand on my lips, Van? Unscrupulous!â
Am I raising my subordinates or raising my brothers? Cadel shook his head, his brow furrowed, and suddenly opened his mouth out of curiosity.
âMr. Philip, in terms of Lydonâs clothes, because heâs a fairy, sometimes heâs humanoid like he is now, and sometimes heâs really small, so do we need to measure both types?â
âOh no, itâs fine. All I have to do is measure the maximum size. Iâm going to equip a magic toolâ¦â¦ Like the clothes Mr. Lydon is wearing right now.â
The tailor inadvertently tried to touch Lydonâs arm, but upon meeting his beautifully curved red eyes, he withdrew his hand.
âA magic toolâ¦â¦?â
Was there something like that on Lydonâs clothes? As Cadel approached with a puzzled expression, Lydon made a sullen expression and grumbled.
âYou didnât know until now? Mine isnât like a magic tool, itâs an artifact.â
âI had no idea. Where is it?â
âThe silver button on my wrist here. We have the freedom to shape-shift, so this one is essential if we donât want to suddenly find ourselves naked. Our clothes shrink and grow with our bodies.â
It was true. Among the buttons on Lydonâs white shirt sleeve, Cadel noticed a silver button with a different pattern and color.
âI didnât even realize it until now.â
At least once, Cadel had thought it was strange that Lydon was wearing decent clothes no matter what he looked like. Most of the time when Lydon changed his appearance, it was because of urgent situations, so Cadel thought he just had overlooked it.
Cadel said, lightly touching the button of Lydon, who whined that Cadel wasnât interested in him.
âStop whining for no reason. Iâm very interested in you.â
Several times a day, Cadel wondered how to handle this bratty prince. What he liked, what Cadel could bait him with, what he would listen to. As for interest, it was overflowing.
Lydon grinned broadly and extended his arm to Cadel.
âMe too, darling.â
His attempt to scoop Cadel into his arms was stopped by Van, who shoved him in the face, but that didnât stop Lydon from smiling.
The only ones who didnât laugh were Philip the tailor and the servants, who eyed the three men, trying to figure out the connection between the âmad fairyâ, the âfoul-mouthed swordsmanâ, and the âonly sane mercenary commanderâ. Even a cursory glance suggested that they were not normal.
âAre they dating?â
âThree of them?â
âAre you crazy? If the three of them go out, either that fairy or the swordsman will die.â
âWhat are you saying, guys? In the first place, they were a mercenary corps. Comrades in arms, comrades.â
âDo you call your comrade in arms darling?â
âI guess the titles that fairies use are a bit different!â
The servants whispered among themselves, murmuring low and imagining things. It was a tale that would have turned Cadelâs stomach in horror if he had heard it, but fortunately, he assumed they were complaining about an âuncooperative band of mercenariesâ. Cadel hastened to mediate their quarrel to save face.
âYou guys, donât say a word from now until Mr. Philipâs work is finished. Donât even move. Just stand there thinking you are dolls.â
âHow about turning Lydon into a doll-like corpse, Commander?â
âAm I a cotton doll or a wooden doll, Cadel? If itâs a cotton doll, itâs hard to stand. Can I lie down?â
âGo ahead and ramble on.â
Cadel glared at Van and Lydon with a feral expression on his face. It wasnât exactly a scary look, but the two men chose to keep their mouths shut to spare Cadelâs feelings.
âTh, then Iâll measure again.â
Philip swallowed dryly at the restored peace and pulled out the tape measure.
* * *
Cadel was able to enjoy intensive care from healers, plenty of food, and ample rest in a comfortable environment.
The occasional meeting with the Emperor to discuss important matters, or being criticized by Dreyfe whom he ran into, didnât cause much harm.
After such a long time of normal daily life. It was the day of the appointment ceremony.
âYou look great, Mr. Cadel! As expected, you look great in white.â
âThank you.â
Cadel studied his reflection in the mirror, looking at the short uniform of the soon-to-be-formally-appointed Scarlet Scales Knight Order.
The almost-pure white uniform was neatly intertwined with buttons made of pure silver and knots of bright silver thread, giving it a neat and clean look. The overall pale color could have easily been considered bland, but the red cloak draped over his back added a pop of color that drew the eye to him.
Cadel fiddled with the cloak wrapped around his shoulders and opened his mouth.
âThe membersâ uniform was not a cape but rather looked like a cloth draped over one shoulder. Are there any other reasons?â
âIâm trying to make a distinction because you are the commander, and they have got very full faces and broad shoulders, so I thought it would be too intimidating if they wore capes like Mr. Cadelâ¦â¦. Ah, and by no means is this to say that Mr. Cadel doesnât have a good appearance.â
âNo one ever said that.â
Was it to inflate the body so as not to be buried among those pole-like people? Philip hurriedly handed over a small earring in front of Cadel with a bitter smile. It was a black earring and unadorned with any jewelry.
âThis is a magic tool given by His Majesty. When you wear it, your hair and eye color will change. For my personal taste, the current look goes well with the uniform. Is there any reason to change itâ¦â¦.â
âDidnât His Majesty tell you not to ask too many questions?â
âAh, that, thatâs right, forget about my question.â
Cadel gave Philip a small smile as he watched, and then slipped the earring into his right earlobe. Heâd never worn earrings before, and his ear was smooth without a single scratch. After a momentâs hesitation, Cadel pushed the pin of the earring into his raw flesh without hesitation.
With a bloody sound, it pierced his ear cleanly. Cadel wiped the tingling from his ear and stared into the mirror.
The Emperor had ordered Cadel to keep his identity a secret until he proved his âloyaltyâ, the first condition being that he kept his first name but not his last.
Next was the appearance. Cadelâs handsome appearance was easy to attract attention wherever he went, and his hair and eye colors were particularly similar to Jenga Lytos, making anyone who knew him think of Jenga at least once.
So, the common opinion of Cadel and the Emperor was that if the colors of those two parts were changed, no one would be certain even if they had doubts.
Moreover, if he completely changed his appearance, it would complicate things later when Cadel had to reveal his identity. For now, it would be better to trick people like this.
Cadelâs hair slowly turned black as the magic in the earring activated. As the blackness spread from the tips of his hair to the roots, his eyes were next. As Cadel watched his transformation, he became disconcerted to find that his dark, bronze-colored eyes had become cloudy and misty.
ââ¦â¦Are you sure this is the magic tool given to you by His Majesty the Emperor? Are you sure the color is not mistakenâ¦â¦.â
âNo, thatâs for sure. Because I overheard him picking the colors on his own.â
Cadelâs eyes, which had been glassy, soon turned a bright gray. Black hair, gray eyes. Though he had chosen colors that were as far removed from those of Lytos as possible, he wondered if it was necessary to be so colorless.
He paled in comparison to his subordinates, and his dark complexion diminished his presence.
âItâs like living as if I donât exist. How can he kill all of my characteristics down to my roots and turn them into absolutely nothing like this?â
The soft and gentle impression gave off a calm and sharp feeling even though only the hair and eye color had changed. Cadel himself thought it was like a shadow, but Philip thought it was an atmosphere that perfectly fit the image of a genius magician. Of course, the original look suited the uniform better.
âYou should be good to go.â
He didnât like the change in appearance, but what could he do? Cadel sighed inwardly and opened the door to the guest room to head to the banquet hall.
And beyond that, Van and Lydon stood, ready to go.
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T/N: Hi guys, itâs Eliza! Do you guys remember the promise that Cadel made to meet with Garuel after the ceremony? Here are some super *juicy* snippets from that meeting ^^ I sneakily translated THAT chapter at work and I had to try so, so hard not to utter a sound LOL. Anyway, letâs enjoy ^^
. . .
âI got a nice room.â
âA roomâ¦â¦?â
âThe price I want is one night with you, my dear Sir. And I plan to get it there.â
. . .
âIâm upset that my innocent courtship is being labeled as a joke, and Iâm about to list the details of where and how youâre pretty.â
. . .
Cadel had an ominous premonition that something unimaginable was about to happen to him, and Garuel was consumed with the desire to make Cadelâs premonition a reality.
. . .
Cadel had no idea how fervently he was fueling one manâs sadism. He shouldnât have known. Because if he did, Garuel would never be able to defeat him.
. . .
Then he slipped his arms around his waist and under his knees, lifting Cadel up in one swift motion. Cadel realized that he had been placed on the bed in the blink of an eye.
. . .
Desire. It was a reflection of the thirst he was feeling. It was hard for Cadel to accept, his impure desires, and the fact that the object of those desires was him and no one else.