The next time I open my eyes, Iâve once again been thrown into an unfamiliar situation. Itâs the worst awakening, ruining the comfort I got from my pleasant sleep after so long.
ãâ¦â¦.?ã
I feel cold, hard stone beneath me, completely different from the soft bed I fell asleep on earlier. My body temperature steadily drops from the stone; I shiver at the penetrating cold. Thereâs no light from magic around like there should be. My surroundings are faintly dim, and it takes my eyes some time to get used to them.
Where is this place? I can tell Iâve been left somewhere that clearly isnât the White Lily Court, but I know nothing else. I try to move about, grimacing at the pain that runs through my entire body. It seems those barely working painkillers have worn off. Itâs a burning kind of pain, literally. Gritting my teeth, I manage to bear it, trying to fix my posture. Thatâs when I suddenly realize it all too late. That both of my hands are tied behind my back. I canât even get up like this.
ãWhatâ¦â¦ã
I mutter that word with my parched up mouth; it pointlessly resounds in the space thatâs seemingly empty except for me. What, just what in the world has happened? Thereâs no way I can easily accept this situation.
I feel terribly helpless that that man isnât beside me. Even though he said ãIâll be right beside you.ã Was that just a lie? âNo, in this situation, it might be better if it was a lie.
Itâs far more terrifying if this is an unexpected situation even for him. Heâs incredibly powerful in many ways, there arenât many people who can slip past him and take me to a place like this.
My only source of light is the window in the ceiling with iron bars on it, I canât see anything else thatâs visibly lit up. Thatâs the only characteristic thing I can see now that my eyes have adjusted to the dimness; then thereâs a door that has a small window with bars on it placed just high enough on it, placed very firmly into the wall.
I dare say this is jail. I can make that guess from the interior, dim yet still perceivable. But I have absolutely no idea why Iâve been thrown into this jail.
Still enduring the pain of my wounds, no matter how much I think about it I canât find an answer. Then without any warning, I hear a âclangâ of the door being unlocked from the other side. âThat sturdy sound really feels like some lavish hospitality for an injured person like me,â I think, strangely calm.
Since Celves has already been caught, I canât possibly think of who else would have especially done this to me. âWho in the world is it?â Still lying on the ground, I manage to somehow lift my head and look at the door to see it slowly open. Then, my eyes widen at the person there.
ãââââ?!ã
Thereâs no way I could forget those lovely features, standing out from the faint light from the skylight. Those amethyst-like eyes look at me, framed by long eyelashes the same color as that strawberry-blonde hair.
Lunamerie stands there, so beautiful she doesnât fit in a place like this at all.
ãHow do you do, Lady Filmina.ã
She lifts the hem of her dress, lightly bowing with a smile just like that time we met in that manâs laboratory. For a moment, her smile makes me almost forget that this is a jail cell.
Why⦠is she here? How can she smile like that in a place like this? She doesnât match this place at all, and I have no idea what I should say anymore.
ãLady Luna, whyâã
ãWonât you relax a little?ã
I gasp at her lovely voiceâs way of speaking, as if completely throwing me away. Since lying on the ground is an unreasonable posture, my neck complains having to be lifted up to look at her. But the surprise I feel far surpasses the pain.
She looks down on me as if pitying me, letting out a weary sigh.
ãI thought youâd have died on your own by now. Itâs true that low-ranking aristocratsâ are just like weeds when it comes to staying alive, isnât it?ã
I canât catch up with those words, said in a half-sigh. Indifferent to my dumbfounded state, Lunamerie looks really so flabbergasting, and saying even more shocking words from those light-pink lips.
ãReally, Sir Celves is so useless at the most crucial times.ã
Celves. I feel my eyes widen once again at that name. I only know one young man that holds the name âCelvesâ. Is the Celves I know the same as the âCelvesâ she speaks of? That question must clearly show on my face. She giggles so sweetly like a songbirdâs chirping, continuing:
ãYou arenât mistaken, thatâs the same Sir Celves of the Ronein family as youâve guessed.ã
She says that so simply as if sheâs saying something like âThe weather tomorrow will be clear.â But a violent storm has started devastating me on the inside.
ãWhy did Sir Celvesâ¦â¦ã
Thatâs a rather idiotic voice, I think. But that voice reveals my current mental state as it is.
Lunamerie still smiles like usual. A lovely smile, like a sweet flower. But for some reason, the more malice there is in it, the more it feels extremely unbalanced with these surroundings.
ãAh, thatâs right, you had no way of knowing. Me and Sir Celves are engaged, as decided by my father. Heâs not a Lord, but weâve known each other for very long.ã
ãâ¦â¦!ã
This time for sure, I widen my eyes. Lunamerie and Celves are⦠Engaged? Iâm dumbfounded at these random points connected together. Lunamerie looks at me with an innocent expression.
The Valentine family and the Ronein family are both one of the grand aristocrats that represent our country. If pushed to say which one ranked higher, anyone would say itâs the Valentine family. But thereâs not so much difference in their social status that there would be an issue if they were going to get married.
But, so what? I really just canât understand, Iâm at the height of confusion. Or perhaps, itâs not that I canât understand, but I donât want to â that might be a more correct way to put it. I mean, isnât that right? From the way she was speaking earlier, itâs just likeââ
ãHey, Lady Filmina. I have a request for you.ã
ãâ¦â¦A request?ã
ãYes.ã
That lovely voice interrupts my confused thoughts. I raise my head from the stone floor once again to look at Lunamerie, only to see her sweetly smiling.
ãPlease give me Sir Edi.ã
Just like an innocent child, demanding candy or some toys. With her slender hands in front of her chest, fingers entwined, Lunamerie looks even more like sheâs dreaming of something as she says it.
ââWhat is this girl saying?
Astonished, I do nothing but just look at Lunamerie. Whether she realizes my internal state or not, or perhaps she doesnât care about it in the first place, she just earnestly, sweetly smiles, continuing. With that smile that would make anyone want to do as she says.
ãI pretended that time we met in Sir Ediâs garden was the first time I met you, but the truth is, Iâd known about you for much longer.ã
ãAbout⦠me?ã
ãYes. Well, it wasnât like I wanted to get to know you or something. I had my âshadowsâ investigate a little about Sir Edi, thatâs when I found out about you. To be honest, I was really sad. Just as I thought Iâd found a suitable match for me, heâd already gotten married!ã
A complete change from her smile until now, Lunamerie casts her big eyes downward, dropping her shoulders, incredibly sadly. âI canât do anything about that even if you ask me,â is what I really think.
The âshadowsâ she speaks of are an army in charge of the so-called underworld, mainly gathering secret information or carrying out assassinations. Itâs said that not just the grand aristocrats have them, powerful aristocrats and wealthy merchants also âkeepâ them. I thought they were nothing more than fake rumors, but now I see, so they really do exist. But this isnât how I wanted to find that out.
Looking down at my protesting face, Lunamerie sighs again.
ãHave you seen the color of Sir Celvesâs hair? Itâs just like an old beggarâs! To think that someone with that filthy, half-colored hair could be my fiance, Lady Filmina, you understand how I feel, donât you? Itâs a great difference from Sir Ediâs pure, jet black hair.ã
Itâs a really cruel way of speaking, even though itâs her own fiance. From those words, I can tell that it would be a huge overstatement to say Lunamerie and Celvesâs relationship is a favorable one by any standards.
I remember Celvesâs hair. Certainly itâs just like Lunamerie said, with half-white and half-ash mixed in. But I think those blue eyes of his on his well-arranged face would be charming enough to girls her age.
Comparing him to that man is the problem in the first place. That beauty of his, always attracting people regardless of gender, could more easily be called devil-like, not-human. But it seems thatâs not how the girl in front of me sees it.
ãBeing engaged to him is so embarrassing I canât bear it. Thatâs why I had to request my father, have him wait until the last minute to announce it publicly. But even that was the limit too. It was then that the demon king came back.ã
The sweet smile returns to her face, like a violet. Different from the princessâs lily-like beauty, itâs a smile so lovely it should be loved by everyone. It almost makes me forget the strange situation weâre in, but the pain of my wounds somehow manages to keep me in reality. Itâs rather ironic.
ãThe Hero is also lovely, but thereâs far too much difference in our social statuses. He may be one of the saviors of the world, but itâs unthinkable for me to bring in a country personâs blood in this family. The leader of the knights is the same too. To marry a commoner, itâs not even a joke.ã
âAnd,â Lunamerie cut herself off for a minute, both her purple eyes narrowing absentmindedly, her white cheeks dyed a light red.
ãSir Edi is a splendid gentleman. Itâs certainly scary that heâs a Black-Hair, but his hair is such a pure black, I think it actually has a charm you canât find anywhere else. Donât you think heâs a suitable match for me, that beautiful gentleman with that black hair that no one else has? Donât you think Iâm the only one suitable to stand beside him?ã
There isnât a single bit of doubt in those words. She declares it like itâs so natural and expected, so full of self-confidence itâs arrogant.
ãSo, I made a request to Sir Celves. To put a deadly curse on you, ãSir Ediâs wifeã.ã