After taking a leave of absence from his knightâs position, Therid returned to the mansion and remained melancholic throughout. He didnât show it because Lady Astita was ill, but it was only natural for his difficult dream to be shattered.
On top of that, the mansionâs debt continued to pile up. Since Lady Astitaâs income relied heavily on farming, there was no significant amount of money coming in. They might not be able to handle the increasing interest within the next ten years, and bankruptcy seemed imminent. Naturally, the atmosphere in the mansion grew gloomy.
âIs this how our once prestigious family will end up?â
Just when he thought there was no way to recover, Siara appeared before him. After that, everything fell into place. Lady Astitaâs madness, the mansionâs debt, Theridâs dreams â everything.
Whether it was the influence of Siara or not, even the servants who initially treated her with unfamiliarity now seemed open-hearted. It was rare for the household staff to accept outsiders so quickly. It was a mysteriously magical occurrence.
âCould she be a child sent by a fairy?â
Lost in vague thoughts, the Countâs hand was handed a document. It was a document stating that a portion of the profits from the calendula orchards would be transferred to the mansion. The Count recalled the time when Siara first expressed her intention to donate the income through his wife.
âCount, please accept it.â
ââ¦I canât accept something like this without giving anything in return.â
Although he needed the money urgently, he couldnât accept a large sum without knowing the reason. After repeatedly rejecting Siaraâs persuasion, she eventually returned the profits to Lady Astita. She was pleased, saying, âMy daughter is doing something admirable.â
When the Count saw his wifeâs smiling face, he couldnât refuse Siaraâs favor any longer. It was because of his outburst when she refused Siaraâs favor that he felt remorse. At that moment, the Count pretended not to know and accepted the money. He was desperate for it.
In the end, the money was used to pay off the borrowed debt. On the day the certificate of debt repayment arrived, the Count almost collapsed from relief. The sensation of that moment was still vivid. The hope of returning to a peaceful daily life and the uneasiness of receiving money from an unknown person mixed, making his head dizzy.
However, since then, Siara didnât mention money or get involved in the affairs of the mansion. To the Count, her actions felt considerate, as if she knew he had been deeply shocked by borrowing money from Viscount Leven.
How many people can do such things for strangers? For that reason, he became more and more swayed by his wifeâs words.
âSiara is our daughter.â
The Count tightly gripped the paper. The flickering light of the candle relentlessly danced on his face. As he pondered, Therid entered with a knock.
âIâm sorry for being late.â
The Count nodded as he looked at Therid. Returning with a calm face, as usual, the Count organized the documents to hand over to Therid.
Therid, sitting next to him, silently scanned the documents and burst into laughter. Wondering what could be the reason for his sonâs cheerful laughter, the Count turned his head, and Therid spoke.
âFather, do you know? The magician that Siara brought with her? Despite being young, his skills are remarkable.â
âIs that so?â
âYes, I witnessed it yesterday. Well, he managed to bring out my aura from within me.â
âAura?â
âYes! I thought he could only use transformation magic, but no. He cries so pathetically when he speaks, saying he canât use transformation magic. But his abilities were no less than those of a royal magician. No, they were even stronger.â
Theridâs words made the Countâs expression stiffen. It was said that Hierian, the genius and current master of the Mage Tower, surpassed the level of a royal magician at the age of ten. However, it was unbelievable that a young magician who came to the mansion was stronger than a royal magician.
After a brief silence, the Count spoke up.
âThat child. Do you know his name?â
Therid spoke with excitement.
âItâs Hie.â
ââ¦Hie?â
âYes, I heard thatâs what Siara calls him.â
Hie, it was a name that sounded like a nickname for Administrator Hierian. But it didnât necessarily mean it referred to Hierian.
Since the wizards greatly admired the administrator, they often named their children with names similar to his.
As the Count was lost in thought, he caught sight of a document. It was the document Siara had handed him, regarding the distribution of revenue from ointments. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some writing he hadnât seen before. He took out the magnifying glass he kept on one side and read the small writing.
Written in elegant purple ink were these words:
[Hierian]
The Count stood up in an instant.
âWhere is that wizard right now?â
* * *
In the late afternoon, as the red sun was setting, I sat on the terrace sipping tea.
âAnother idle day today.â
It felt fulfilling to spend a day doing nothing. Hierian was sitting next to me, drinking milk tea. He shook his legs back and forth, wondering if the heavily sugared milk tea tasted good.
Even during our days in the subjugation force, Hierian and I would often have tea together. Maybe thatâs why. Even without any conversation, the air that passed between us was peaceful.
Between the sounds of birds chirping, Hierianâs humming filled the air, and then a knocking sound was heard.
Knock, knock.
âMay I come in for a moment?â
âFather?â
What could be the matter at this hour? I quickly got up from my seat and opened the door. Hierian also stopped shaking his leg and got off the chair.
When I opened the door, my fatherâs face, dark with expression, appeared. Despite being busy with festival preparations all day, he seemed unusually pale, so I asked cautiously.
âWhy is that?â
But my fatherâs gaze was fixed on Hierian. When I said I am bringing a guest, I thought it would be okay since he didnât say anything, but it seemed to have bothered him all along.
âDid I have to introduce him first? I thought you were busy, so I postponed it.â
I quickly introduced Hierian.
âHeâs my acquaintance. His name is Hie. Heâs still young, but heâs a wizard.â
âHello, Count.â
Hierian neatly placed both hands on his abdomen and bowed his head. A pleased smile spread across his face, showing good manners.
âHeâs quick to pick up on things.â
In a short amount of time, he seemed to have grasped who he was and calculated how to act.
But my father remained silent. Perplexed, I looked at him, and he reluctantly greeted us.
ââ¦Nice to meet you. Being a young wizard is impressive.â
âI have mediocre skills.â
âI heard from my son that youâre a remarkable talent.â
Hierianâs smile grew wider upon receiving the compliment. He hesitated for a moment, then replied cheerfully.
âThank you!â
âI just stated the obvious. If you have the skill to defeat a royal wizard at your age, you could aim for the next administrator position.â
My fatherâs gaze became stern. Simultaneously, Hierianâs expression changed strangely. Then, a deeper voice flowed out.
ââ¦Thank you.â
âI hope you have a pleasant time. The Sunflower Festival will be held soon, so I invite you to come and enjoy.â
âYes.â
âBy the way, Prince Dianel will also be visiting the festival. I would like to introduce a promising wizard to His Highness. Is that okay?â
At that moment, Hierianâs eyebrows shot up in surprise.
âNot good!â
Sensing the crisis, I stuck close to Hierian and quickly interrupted him before he could say anything.
âNow, who should I introduceâblah.â
âHaha, Iâm sorry, but Hie is very shy and doesnât like to take the lead.â
As I laughed without reserve, my fatherâs gaze turned toward me. He stared at me as if piercing through me, and then calmly spoke.
ââ¦I appreciated what happened last time. I should have expressed my gratitude, but I was quite late.â
âOh no, it was nothing.â
Then my father squinted his eyes and asked.
âWhy? Itâs not common to casually give such a large sum of money to someone.â
Well, weâre family, so. I swallowed the words hovering in my mouth and smiled.
âI have a lot of money.â
ââ¦I see.â
Father left the room without saying anything else. Once he was gone, I released Hie. Then Hie had a plump expression and muttered.
âThat old man, he seemed to have caught on, didnât he?â
âHuh, Hie. Address him as âCount.'â
ââ¦Count.â
Hie pushed out his lips and said.
âAnyway, I felt like he saw through my identity.â
I agreed with that. If it was a noble, they would know that Hie was entangled with the manifestation of Crown Prince Dianel from his childhood.
Due to the nature of sorcerers who ride magic beasts, it was well-known among sorcerers that they didnât particularly like Crown Prince Dianel. Father couldnât have been unaware of this, but there must have been a reason for him to deliberately mention the name of the Crown Prince.
While eating the cookies on the table, I organized my thoughts.
Bringing up the topic of magic beasts and mentioning Dianelâs name. Maybe he thought that I might be a sorcerer because Therid mentioned it.
âWhatever the reason, I feel uncomfortable.â
âBecause of Dianel?â
Hie sat down next to me, picked up the same cookie, and nodded his head.
âI hate him so much. Someday, Iâll kill him.â
âA child shouldnât say things like that.â
Although I said that, I understood Hieâs feelings very well. Dianel was not easy to get along with, and it was difficult to speculate about the wounds he had suffered as a child.
I nodded and continued speaking.
âWell, I donât like him either.â
Then Hie raised his head and looked at me.
âReally? Sister also hates Dianel?â
Nodding my head, Hie faintly smiled and whispered.
ââ¦Iâm glad.â
He lowered his head deeply and muttered again.
âI think weâre on the same side.â
I gently stroked Hieâs head and realized that now was the perfect time to manipulate him. So I subtly asked Hie.
âThen, do you want to be on the same side as me?â
âThe same side?â
Hie looked at me with innocent eyes, not knowing what was happening inside me.