I squint at the bright sunlight. The comfortable warm feeling naturally makes me sleepy. Itâs like the night fairy that governs stars, dreams, and sleepiness, is half-awake and showed up in the daytime.
I hold back the yawn thatâs about to escape my mouth, walking along the corridor of the royal palace. âIt was a mistake to wear my dress coat,â I canât help but think, even though itâs too late. In the blink of an eye, thereâs now only one month left for the grand festival. Itâs only natural that itâs getting hotter but my hand still pulled out the dress coat like usual out of habit.
ãLooks like I should take this off on the way homeâ¦â¦ã
Since my baggage has increased this time, thereâs nothing I can do now. Murmuring that in a half-sigh, I hold the basket in my arms properly.
The reason Iâm especially walking in the royal palace like this is very simple. Namely, Iâm here to deliver lunch to that man and his disciple, Widnichol.
If someone else asks, âagain?â no doubt Iâd get deeply questioned. Even I, the perpetrator of this, think that. I may be the wife of the savior of the world, of the royal palaceâs head wizard, but itâs ridiculous to just attend the palace so carefreely like this. Even if I get criticized, âknow your place!â I canât argue with that. And on top of that, shamefully, the one who made the reason to attend the palace is none other than me.
This and that, all of it is because I overslept this morning. He, my husband, should have woken me up but he left me in bed as I indulged myself in sleep, made breakfast by himself, and left a note beside it before immediately leaving.
Iâm certainly grateful that he made breakfast â it tasted so good it frustrated me â but even so, isnât this supposed to be my place as his wife?
As I ate that soft buttery omelette, delicious even while cold, I read that note. ãIâd like you to bring me lunch.ã In flowing letters, just that one sentence was written.
I couldnât help but think âthen you shouldâve just woken me up in the first placeâ, was that unreasonable of me? I wish heâd put himself in my shoes as I woke up, terribly shocked to see my husband wasnât beside me and the sun, visible from the balcony, was too high up in the sky. Maybe he was just being considerate towards me, but more importantly, I wanted to tell him ãhave a good dayã.
Anyway, he used to always jump into work or research without having lunch, so it certainly makes me happy that now heâs started eating the lunch I make. Nonetheless, itâs a bit mortifying just accepting that obediently. Though itâs clear that the outcome has been a victory for me as Iâm very willingly making and bringing him lunch as he asked.
âWhat will I do about this complicated mental state Iâm in?â Internally muttering that, I walk through the long corridor. Until now, Iâd cut through the courtyard, making my way to his laboratory. But since our marriage has been grandly announced, thereâs no need to avoid the public eye so Iâm not going to especially go through the courtyard. But itâs still true that the courtyard is a shortcut. âSo should I really go down to the courtyard around here?â Iâm thinking about that, not stopping my walking, when in the blink of an eye I see the door to the Black Lotus Court.
ãâ¦â¦Oh?ã
In front of that large door with a lotus crest engraved into it, a palace guard and an unfamiliar person are arguing over something. No, arguing might be somewhat of a wrong way to put it. The guard is aggressive while the stranger is really being as slippery as an eel, avoiding the topic, which provokes the guardâs anger even moreâ¦â¦ Thatâs probably the right way to put it. With no signs of noticing me whoâs relatively close to them, they seem to be having a conversation thatâs very unlikely to do any good.
I know the guard. Iâve met him countless times as I visited the Black Lotus Court until now. Heâs rather serious about his job, even though weâre acquaintances he never lets me in unless I show him the magic jewel bracelet. I canât forget him even if I wanted to. And the person arguing with him is.
ãWho could it be?ã
I unconsciously murmur that. The tall person with their back to me is wearing a cloak that I can tell at a glance is of high quality, with delicate embroidered hemming. Their hood is pulled down deeply. Iâm sure the guard standing in front of this person canât see their face either. To be honest, theyâre a very suspicious person.
I canât hear what exactly theyâre arguing about, but judging by the guardâs irritated voice, it stinks of trouble.
Yep, Iâm not getting involved in this, no thanks. They do say slow and steady wins the race, so Iâll turn back for now. Thinking that, Iâm about to return to the road I used to take, when:
ãââYo, I was waiting for you!ã
ãPardon?ã
I reflexively stop at the voice I hear from behind me. Itâs a calm male voice, pleasing to the ear.
Did he just call out to me? I turn to look behind and see the owner of that voice, the tall person clad in a cloak, is waving and randomly approaching me in a friendly way. The upper half of his face is covered with the hood, the only part I can see is his light lips in a gentle smile just like his voice.
ãU-umâ¦ã
ãSorry for making you carry my stuff, Iâll carry it from now.ã
ãAhâã
With a flowing gesture, the person â whoâs probably just old enough to be called a young man â grabs the basket from my hand. It happens in the blink of an eye. I canât even protest or resist.
My thoughts are at a standstill and my mouth is open, flabbergasted. In front of me, he opens the basket, sticking his hand inside. My sense of reason finally catches up at that extremely selfish gesture.ã
ãP-please return that!ã
I take back the basket from his hands, which are considerably fair-skinned for a manâs. It was unexpectedly easy to take it back; relieved at that, I check the contents of the basket.
On todayâs menu is a cheese and tomato cake salé. I didnât make this with my current knowledge but from the ãpastã ãmeãâs knowledge. In this world, pastries or cakes that arenât sweet are extremely rare. Iâve been making this since I lived with my family but it was popular with them, even that man who rarely openly praises anything enjoys it very much. That cake salé seems to be safe, but.
ãIs this what youâre looking for?ã
Making sure the guard behind us wonât see, the mystery man whispers that; he lightly thrusts before me the bookmark Iâd put in my book along with lunch in the basket. Of course, thatâs not just a bookmark. Itâs my favorite, beloved bookmark that that man gave me, made of pressed daisies.
Before I can reach out and take it back, he pulls his hand away and puts the bookmark under his cloak. Then he bends his tall body, softly whispering in my ear.
ãIf you want it back, youâll have to play along.ã
ãWhaâ?!ã
What the heck is this person saying? I couldnât help but be speechless. Holding my shoulder, Iâm forced to get dragged halfway to the guard in front of the door.
ãShe can prove my identity, then thereâs no problem, right?ã
Holding my shoulder in a friendly way, the person who seems to be a young man shamelessly says that, taking my right hand and showing the guard the magic bracelet.
ãâ¦â¦Is that true?ã
As usual, the guard is very serious about his job. Even though he knows me by face, he still looks suspiciously at me and the man, and then at the bracelet, making a hesitant face.
ãNo, this is the first timeâã
Iâm about to say âthis is the first time I met himâ but right at that moment, the man holding my shoulder tightens his grip. I look at him from the side of my gaze to see his lips, the only part of his face I can see, silently move. ãBo â ok â ma â rkã he mouths.
ãâ¦â¦Basâ¦â¦â!ã
ãBas?ã
ãBas?ã
ãâ¦â¦Excuse me. Thereâs no problems here.ã
To think that my mouth would run off by itself, about to say ãbastardã. Thereâs no way I can say that. Since the recent incident with the curse, ever since I fully accepted the ãpastã ãmeã, I feel like my tongueâs gotten extremely sharp.
As I think âI canât carelessly slip up with my words,â I put on the smile mask I inherited from my father. I feel like itâs turned into a cramped smile, but for better or for worse, the guard doesnât notice, stepping to the side of the door and making way for us. The large door opens with a creak.
ãThanks. Much appreciated.ã
Still holding my shoulder, the young man says that to the guard in a really so gentle voice, then steps into the other side of the doorâânamely, the Black Lotus Court.
The peaceful air that touches my skin, somehow a bit cold and tense, is characteristic of this peculiar section of the palace. From behind I hear the sound of the door being gently shut. Almost at the same time, I pull myself away from this incomprehensible young man, holding my basket tightly and glaring at him.
The gentle smile on his face doesnât disappear at all at my reaction, as if to say it doesnât concern him at all.
ãYou saved me. Thanks to you I could enter here surprisingly without trouble. I give you my thanks. Well now, you can go.ã
ãâ?!ã
Then, he leaves me and begins walking ahead, but itâs no joke for me as Iâm left here. I incomprehensibly let this suspicious person into the Black Lotus Court, I have no idea what trouble I might get involved in now. And not just me, but it might cause trouble for that man or my family, I canât have that.
Then in the same way â no, more importantly in a sense, thereâs something I canât overlook.
ãPlease return my bookmark!ã
Thatâs right. The bookmark he stole is still in his hands. How can he say ãYou can go nowã? I canât possibly go like this.
The hem of his long cloak reaches his ankles, dashingly arranged. He continues walking and I hurriedly catch up behind him. He doesnât show even the slightest sign of stopping; I hold the basket in my right hand, reaching out with my left hand and grabbing his cloak, pulling it off with the force. The cloak feels pleasant to touch, it certainly must be high qualityââwait, thereâs no time to be thinking about this.
Since I pulled it with all my might, his cloak peels off of his shoulders just like the cocoon when a butterfly grows wings. Perhaps itâs because of my ordinary person nature ingrained in me from my past life, improper for aristocrats, I reflexively gather up that coat in my arms so it doesnât fall to the ground. ãOh man,ã the gentle voice full of smiles hits my ear.
ãYouâre a pushy lady. Are all the ladies these days as assertive as you?ã
At his calm manner of speaking, I canât help but blink in confusion, losing all words at the sight of him finally exposed.
The first thing that jumps to my eye is that magnificent silver hair. Itâs so long I wonder if it reaches his knees, that straight hair is a silver so light you could mistake it for white, naturally lightly flowing down his back. Heâs older than me, perhaps in his late twenties? His somehow otherworldly, well-arranged features are sweet, with a grace to them that would be improper for a townsperson to have. You wouldnât be mistaken if you called those features beautiful; I feel like those features resemble someone I know but right now, I just canât pin down who that person is. The clothes this beautiful young man wears, making ample use of pure white fabric, show that heâs a person that serves the goddessâânamely, a priest.
I look fixedly at his face, and he deepens his really so gentle smile. If shown that smile, all men and women would naturally listen to whatever he says. If I werenât used to that manâs beautiful face, I might have just said ãIâm very sorryã and withdrawn right here.
As I stare fixedly up at him, his eyes sparkle with light.
ãââ!ã
I gasp. I realize too late the color of his eyes. Amber eyes that one could mistake for silver with the light, like flower nectar.
ãAre you perhapsâ¦â¦ã
Thereâs no âperhapsâ now that Iâve seen his eyes, but I canât help but ask that. That amber that looks like silver in the lightââeveryone in the kingdom knows thatâs the sign of people that belong in the royal familyâs lineage.
Dumbfounded, I look up at those eyes. He still gently smiles like usual, taking the cloak from my hands and putting it on with an elegant gesture.
As I can do nothing but just watch that closely, I hear hurried footsteps approaching.
ãOh, looks like Iâve been found.ã
ãPrincess? Edi?ã
The two of them always have composure, valuing being calm and formal, so itâs very unlike them as they quickly rush towards us from the inside of the Black Lotus Court. The living gem our kingdom boasts of, Princess Clementine, and my husband, the royal palaceâs head wizard.
The sight of the two of them rushing over here, both boasting unparalleled beauty conflicting each otherâs, if it were a different situation I might have been fascinated by that sight. But unfortunately, this isnât that situation.
ãUncle! Iâve finally found you.ã
ãHey, Clementine. Long time no see. Havenât you grown even prettier?ã
ãâ¦â¦It has been a while, Uncle. Whatâs above all is that youâre the same as always.ã
The princess, calling him ãuncleã, puts both hands on her waist and raises her beautiful eyebrows. As she says ãabove allã, it seems like sheâs feeling annoyed more than pleased.
With that, I finally understand the deja vu I had earlier from his face. Despite the differences in gender or age, the princess and the manâs white lily-like beautiful faces resembled each other in some ways.
âI see, so thatâs why,â I think that strangely distantly, when Agedilus faces me. I instinctively stand on guard, and he asks with an irritated face for some reason:
ãFilmina, why are you with him?ã
ãUm, I was forced, or how to put it, I donât really know myselfâ¦â¦ã
His brow furrows at my vague words. But even if he makes that faceâ¦â¦ That really is my unexaggerated thoughts. Iâm not with this man out of choice or anything, so I hope he forgives me.
As I think that, Iâm probably making a clearly troubled face. He lets out a small sigh. Even if he sighs, Iâm still worried. Even if I say Iâm very involuntarily put in this situation, Iâm sure he wonât believe me.
As I canât help but internally get irritated at this situation out of my control, the young man suddenly claps his hands.
ãWell, for now we canât just stand around talking so why donât we sit down somewhere?ã
ãâ¦â¦ã
ãâ¦â¦ã
ãUncle. I donât mean to be too forward but I donât think you can easily say that.ã
I internally strongly agree with the princessâs words. That man standing beside me is also the same, with his brows furrowed and a sour expression on his face. The princess, being the princess, goes beyond just anger â she makes an astounded, disgusted face, not hiding it.
Even surrounded by us like that, the young man doesnât stop smiling and boldly says, ãOh, come on. Instead of saying that, how about you show me around?ã His delicate appearance would make everyone that looks at him feel like heâll break if you touch him, contrary to his bold nerves. This might be rude, but I do think he gives off the same feeling as the princess.