Chapter 373 - EASG 70

Daike's Waiting Room.

Seeing Daike fall unconscious and receive simple treatment, Balveron Elpelan clicked his tongue.

The man wearing expensive aristocratic attire had a rather slender, thin frame—very different from Daike, who had inherited his blood. He had a frail face and a beard that made him appear somewhat haggard. It would be difficult to consider him a tremendous warrior, but he was quick-witted and possessed a certain eloquence.

Although it was difficult to imagine someone as frail as him as the head of a prestigious house of warriors, there was no doubt that he had put House Elpelan back on the right track after a rather difficult period. Since he was born with talent in politics rather than combat, he could never have imagined that Daike would be beaten so horribly in a duel.

While he had heard rumors about Ed Rothstaylor beforehand, considering the difference in physique, he had never imagined that Daike would be defeated by him in a duel.

Princess Selah must have been very disappointed… After ranting like that… shit…

Since House Elpelan had received Princess Selah's favor, they had to prove their worth whenever an opportunity arose. She always mentioned House Elpelan in important government meetings, placed members of the house into key positions within the imperial household, and appointed several of them as apprentice knights of the Imperial Knight Templars so they could continue carrying the name of a prestigious house of warriors. From House Elpelan's perspective, it was all thanks to Princess Selah that they had any success at all.

Because of that, they may have lost faith in their own will as warriors, instead becoming obsessed with political power.

As the number of talents born into the house decreased over time, the appearance of Daike Elpelan had been unexpected. The results he produced were certainly a positive sign. Simply being the top student of the fourth-year combat department was enough to live a life of honor after graduation. Since graduating from Silvenia with excellent grades and standing alone was enough to be recognized as great talent, Daike was expected to become a capable individual representing House Elpelan.

However… had he overestimated Daike too much?

Seeing his heavy body struggling to breathe in front of him… Balveron let out a deep sigh.

What a useless bastard… To think I believed I had found an unexpected treasure…

Creak.

Suddenly, someone entered the waiting room without knocking.

Already unhappy, Balveron frowned as he looked their way. However, the wrinkles in his expression smoothed out in an instant. He quickly jumped forward and knelt before the person who had entered so abruptly.

"P-Princess Selah…!"

The Princess of Frost, Selah, entered Daike's waiting room escorted by her guards. She could also be considered the one who held Balveron's life in her hands.

"I-I had no idea you would personally come all this way. If you had told me in advance, I would have sent someone—"

"Don't bother. I only came because I had something else to do nearby."

After saying that, she looked toward the unconscious Daike and clicked her tongue.

Although he only caught a glimpse of her expression, Balveron's heart began to pound wildly. Disappointing Princess Selah was directly tied to the rise and fall of House Elpelan.

Before Princess Selah's influence, House Elpelan had lived off its own achievements, focusing on strengthening its techniques and values as a house of warriors. However, after becoming entangled with the imperial household, they struggled to escape the grasp of politics.

When they were not involved in politics, they managed well enough on their own. But once that power had fallen into their hands, it became something they were afraid of losing. And standing at the center of that power was none other than Princess Selah.

Being entangled in politics placed many restrictions on the house. That said, it was clear that once Princess Selah became emperor, House Elpelan would quickly rise to the center of the empire. Until then, they had to maintain their relationship. If they succeeded, Balveron Elpelan himself could become a grand duke that even Krepin, in his prime, could not look down upon.

"Princess Selah. I'm sorry we couldn't fulfill what we promised you. We of House Elpelan put our full efforts into this, but—"

"You don't need to make excuses. No one could have known Ed Rothstaylor would grow so strong so quickly. I won't reproach you."

Princess Selah didn't look as upset as Balveron had expected.

In any case, her goal of displaying her influence and achievements to the public—and to Emperor Kroel—had been achieved. Although being praised by Ed Rothstaylor instead of Daike Elpelan was not part of the original plan, the result still favored her, so it was not a major issue.

However, she was not someone who was generous toward the mistakes of her subordinates.

"However, just because I won't reproach you doesn't mean I'm not disappointed. I feel ashamed that I felt joy when you spoke so highly of him."

"I-I apologize, Princess Selah… I was short-sighted!"

"Good. I'm glad you're aware of your short-sightedness. My trust in you was short-lived as well."

Princess Selah's cold eyes were the same as always.

Once you became her subordinate, you could no longer escape her. Princess Selah was strict and ruthless toward those under her command.

"The expectations I had for House Elpelan have been cut short. It's quite disappointing."

"I-I truly… have no excuse."

"I'm returning to my residence now to rest. We'll discuss today's affairs at a later date."

"I-I understand…!"

Balveron knelt on the floor as he apologized.

Watching him stare at the ground with a trembling, shame-filled voice, he resembled an herbivore before a wild beast…

It was such a ridiculous sight that Princess Selah had to hold back her laughter.

"To suddenly be praised by my enemy… What a strange day this has been."

Princess Selah recalled Ed Rothstaylor, who had looked up at her from the center of the arena. Earlier, he had casually adjusted his clothes with Lucy and Tanya standing on either side of him.

Now, in contrast, she looked at Balveron before her.

Watching him tremble on the floor was pitiful. One could even question whether he truly belonged to the nobility.

She compared him to Ed Rothstaylor—who accomplished everything he said he would with a confident, dignified expression, never backing down before anyone, not even the imperial household.

A close aide was expected to flatter and kneel, but at the same time, they needed determination and will.

A talent wasted on Penia.

Having once fallen to the bottom, he had clawed his way back up on his own. Because of that, he understood what it meant to be a high-ranking noble, as well as the ugliness of human nature. As a member of House Rothstaylor, he possessed basic political skills, overwhelming combat ability, and impressive personal connections.

Although they were political rivals, if she could gain his favor, there would be no better close aide.

Princess Selah, who deeply understood what it meant to be a monarch, knew this well. To rule for a long time, a capable group of aides was essential.

She would never have considered it at first, given their hostile relationship that left no room for conciliation. However, after he publicly showed favor toward her, the situation had changed drastically.

Of course, Selah was no fool. She was certain Ed Rothstaylor had a reason for doing so. There was still not enough information to determine that reason clearly.

Did he act of his own accord? Or was it because of something Penia had said? What was he expecting Selah to do in response? What was his ultimate goal?

"When I make judgments, I don't take emotional considerations into account, nor do I particularly think of politics. There is simply one basis for my judgment."

"Who deserves to be emperor? I have judged that you, Princess Selah, are the right person for the position."

"Haha."

Recalling her conversation with Ed, Princess Selah smiled bitterly. His flattery felt good, even though she knew the words themselves were empty.

It was amusing how the burst of laughter and the cold sweat he caused somehow only made her want him more.

Those words of praise from Ed Rothstaylor were engraved deeply in her heart—unlike the cheap flattery of others, which meant nothing to her.

Even before those who possessed overwhelming power and authority by lineage alone, he never backed down.

Thus, Ed Rothstaylor never broke a sweat before Selah, who was born with the blood of the imperial family that reigned above all.

I want him.

The corners of her lips rose, forming an eerie smile.

I want to bring him to his knees. Put him under my control and wield him…!

The gleam in her eyes was like that of an innocent child who had found a toy she desired. However, the pride and insidious lust for power engraved deep within her were far removed from innocence.

I hate to admit it, but I feel like I'm in love… Haha… How amusing.

This feeling was separate from honest romantic love—closer to a twisted sense of possessiveness.

Princess Selah simply labeled it love without thinking deeply about it. After all, the exact nature of the emotion didn't matter to her.

Was there anyone who could shatter her warped pride? At the very least, her butler Dest had long concluded that no such person existed within the empire.

Like a rose blooming on the edge of a cliff, the only person in the empire to whom she ever bowed her head was Emperor Kroel. That was how it had always been—and how it would always be.

At least, that was what Dest believed.

Ed Rothstaylor could become an immense source of power if she could persuade him. He was skilled in politics, quick in judgment, formidable in combat, well-connected, high in status, and rich in future prospects.

However, for Princess Selah—who did not concern herself with how those beneath her thought—there was one thing she had yet to realize.

Ed Rothstaylor was a poisoned holy grail.

Balveron Elpelan glanced at Princess Selah, careful not to meet her eyes. She wore a mischievous smile.

As he continued to look up at her… Princess Selah's expression only grew more intriguing.

***

Yennekar Palerover's face drained of all color.

Feeling uneasy, she headed toward Ed's waiting room. However, upon seeing Orte and Saila chatting with Bell Maya, she nearly fainted.

Seeing Ed Rothstaylor sitting on the sofa with a bewildered expression was the final blow.

"We fully understand the pride you servants have, but we also have pride of our own, having worked on a ranch all our lives. That's why we'd like to cook the meat for Young Master Ed with our own hands…! Please think of it as the useless pride of commoners and allow us just this once! I promise you won't be disappointed! As a man, I can't back down here!"

Listening to Orte's fiery passion, Yennekar felt a headache coming on.

Bell Maya, facing his enthusiasm head-on, looked deeply troubled.

"U-Uhm, no! You can't! No matter what, you are not allowed to enter Young Master Ed's residence…! Never! That's not allowed!"

Had Bell Maya ever spoken so firmly before?

She usually tried not to offend others, rejecting them gently and indirectly. Seeing her act this decisively was extreme. However, as the head maid of Ophelis Hall, she couldn't back down—especially given Ed and Yennekar's situation.

Though uncomfortable, it was something she had to do.

Watching Bell struggle like that, Yennekar nearly burst into tears.

Unable to stand by any longer, Yennekar rushed inside and shouted.

"M-Mom! Dad! W-When did you get here?! You can't come in here! Ed— I mean, Young Master Ed! You're being rude!"

"H-Huh?! Yennekar! When did you get here? We were looking for you, but when we couldn't find you, we came here first!"

"M-Mom…! Dad! What are you doing?!"

"What…? We haven't done anything wrong, so why…?"

Yennekar hurried forward, grabbed her parents' arms, and dragged them away.

"Ed— no, I mean, Young Master Ed! I'm sorry! I couldn't inform you in advance, and things ended up like this… I'll explain everything later…! N-No, I mean—would you give me the honor of explaining later…? A-Ah… never mind!"

Trying to speak politely all of a sudden, Yennekar's words became hopelessly tangled.

Still, that didn't matter. She just needed to get her parents out of the room.

"What's the rush, Yennekar? I don't have anything urgent to do, so we can rest for a bit. Your parents are valuable guests to me."

Ed tried to calm her, completely unhurried.

Given how frantic everyone else was, his composure was oddly unsettling.

At that moment, Yennekar realized something.

She hadn't explained anything about her current circumstances to Ed.

No—rather than that, she had deliberately avoided it. Not wanting to worry him, she had made excuses, saying she had informed her parents and that they were understanding.

She still remembered the day she was kicked out of Ophelis Hall. When Ed asked if she was alright, she said she was fine. She told him her parents understood and that they would somehow manage to pay her tuition.

She had even said that living together at the camp wouldn't be a problem.

Because Yennekar never wanted to inconvenience Ed, she had never told him the full truth.

From Ed's perspective, her parents must have seemed incredibly open-minded and supportive. In reality, Orte and Saila were indeed generous people, and they might have understood if she had told them the truth.

But that wasn't the issue.

It was the rumors.

After graduation, she would have to return to her hometown for the rest of her life. Knowing that, she was certain all sorts of embarrassing rumors would spread.

For Yennekar, who still felt embarrassed just holding hands with a boy, such gossip would be unbearable.

The older women in town gossiped far more obscenely than one might imagine. There had been times when Yennekar covered her ears while passing by them because their stories were too shocking for her innocent self.

And now, those rumors would be about her.

Hell was coming. Her warm, beloved hometown of Pulan would soon transform into a burning inferno of gossip… and that had to be stopped.

Though tragic, it was a problem that concerned Yennekar alone.

"E-Ed…! I-I mean, Young Master Ed…! There are things I haven't told you yet, and I think it might be best to explain them properly later, if you have the time. But you're busy, so maybe for now I should take my parents and leave—please don't misunderstand, we mean no disrespect, and I just hope you'll take that into consideration!"

"Yennekar! Why are you rambling like that? You haven't changed since you were little! Whenever you got in trouble or lied, you always mumbled a bunch of nonsense like this. Isn't that right, honey?"

"That's right! Haha! Our Yennekar can't tell a single lie! As parents, we don't know whether to be proud or worried!"

Orte smiled broadly and patted Yennekar's head.

"Oh my, you look like you have a fever. Why is your face so red?"

"Now that I think about it, why are you acting so strange all of a sudden? It's like you're hiding something. Yennekar… why are you behaving like this in front of Young Master—"

Saila suddenly fell silent, as if something had just clicked.

What could Yennekar be hiding from them?

Seeing her stand in front of Ed with her arms spread, breathing heavily… an unsettling possibility formed in Saila's mind.

Blushing cheeks, trembling pupils, her small body positioned protectively in front of him—what could that mean?

What Yennekar was hiding was simple.

"H-Honey…"

"Hm? Saila? What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?" Orte asked cheerfully, completely oblivious.

When they arrived on Acken Island, they had assumed Ziggs was the kind man Yennekar had mentioned before and had even asked him about her. Ever since Yennekar had hinted about a man during the last break, they had been burning with curiosity.

But now, after raising Yennekar all these years… Saila's instincts were screaming.

Yennekar stood close to Ed, her face completely red.

As Yennekar froze, Bell walked over to Ed and quietly raised her hand to whisper into his ear.

Ed's expression stiffened briefly, his pupils widening slightly—yet he showed no great surprise.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Saila spoke.

Calmly, she recalled a conversation she'd had with Orte and Yennekar during the break.

"Uhm… Young Master Ed. I saw how skilled you were in your duel, but… by chance… are you also good with a bow?"

"Hm…? Yes… well… I'm not bad at it."

"Oh my… My dream is to have a drink with my son-in-law and shoot targets together… No, drinking is still too early."

"He's good with a bow…"

As the memory replayed, Saila's expression froze.

Like a statue, she stood motionless.

"Hm? Saila? What's wrong? If you need the bathroom, you should ask quickly! There's no shame in things like that! Hahaha! Were you embarrassed? We're long past the age for that kind of embarrassment! Kehah!"

Standing beside Orte, who was completely oblivious, Saila stared at him with an expression as though a meteorite had just struck the earth.

There was no sign of him ever closing his mouth.

***

"During the festival, sales definitely increased significantly. How about taking this opportunity to diversify our ingredient sales?"

"I'm not sure. It wouldn't be wise to change policies based solely on a temporary surge. Secretary Lienna, you need to consider the bigger picture."

"A-Ah… Y-Yes…"

Sipping tea as she reviewed the documents Lienna had brought, Lortel removed her hood and glanced out the window.

Festive energy filled the commercial district, with far more people crowding Acken Island than usual.

Enjoying the atmosphere was pleasant, but as a merchant, missing such a lucrative opportunity would be unforgivable.

The Elte Store was distributing a wide range of products and holding large-scale sales to increase profit margins. Still, the festival had only just begun, with much more to come.

Princess Selah was currently on Acken Island, so maintaining their symbiotic relationship required Lortel to visit her at least once.

Within the school, Deputy Headmistress Rachel had also been actively requesting increased sales. Given Elte Company's recent friendliness with the student council, it seemed the school was responding in kind.

Their relationship fluctuated between cold and lukewarm, but increased sales meant increased profits, so Lortel had no objections.

"Hmm…"

"What's the matter, Deputy Director Lortel?"

"It's nothing. Just… lately, most school decisions seem to come from Deputy Headmistress Rachel. Headmaster Obel has rarely handled official matters. Even during the Dune incident and the negotiations over the Sage's Seal, it was Rachel who represented the school."

"Isn't Headmaster Obel just busy?"

"That's true, but still…"

Reading the request, Lortel shrugged thoughtfully.

"When Ophelis Hall was destroyed, he traveled across the empire gathering funds to rebuild it. But suddenly, he's stopped showing himself…"

"Do you sense something odd?"

"I'm not sure. Perhaps I'm overthinking something minor. Still, it's worth noting. Developments within the school are important information for us."

Afterward, Lortel signed the papers and placed them atop the completed stack.

Glancing at the remaining documents, she stretched.

"Since I arrived early, I've gotten through quite a lot. The rest are just routine reports, right?"

"Yes. You've handled all the noteworthy items. The rest are standard documents requiring your signature for procedural reasons."

"I can't do sloppy work… but I'm getting tired. If nothing's urgent, I think I'll take a short break."

She moved to the window and sat on the sill, stretching her arms as she relaxed.

Enjoying the cool breeze, she gazed at the school steeple in the distance and the road leading toward the northern forest beyond it.

"I wonder what Ed is doing. His duel should be over by now. He's probably working near the campfire, like always."

With her usual fox-like smile, she told Secretary Lienna she would take the remaining paperwork with her.

"I'll finish the rest at the villa. Since it's not urgent, tell them it'll be done by tomorrow morning."

"I'll have someone deliver the documents to you."

"No need. It's not a long walk, and we shouldn't waste manpower."

Humming cheerfully, Lortel gathered the remaining documents.

After straightening her clothes, she checked her reflection and pinned a blue rose hairpin in her hair—her favorite accessory.

Then, documents in hand, she left the Elte Store.

Because she usually worked late into the night, Lortel often looked like an exhausted businesswoman on her way home. Recently, however, her steps had felt noticeably lighter.

Secretary Lienna had grown accustomed to that side of her. After seeing Lortel off, Lienna prepared to leave work as well.

Secretly, Lienna… was also enjoying the festival.

-x-X-x-

"I'm glad you're in good health, Penia."

"Thank you. You must have had a long journey here, Father."

Next on the itinerary was dinner at the royal residence where Penia resided.

Since the emperor was personally coming to inspect the residence where his youngest daughter was staying, the interior of Silvenia's royal residence had to be kept cleaner than ever. Not even a speck of dust could be found in the dining room, making it clear how much effort had gone into the preparations.

Before a grand table filled with countless dishes, Emperor Kroel, Selah, and Penia continued their meal.

"I see my sister Persica didn't come. I thought she wouldn't miss a chance to visit Silvenia."

"She spends most of her time in the library whenever she can. She's even skipped a few imperial events because of it. Ever since she was young, whenever she becomes immersed in something, she completely shuts out the rest of the world."

Emperor Kroel, clearly enjoying the opportunity to speak with his daughter, asked Penia many questions about her life.

Since Penia had moved far away on her own to pursue her studies, he wore an unusually gentle smile.

Unlike when he addressed his aides, he set aside his authority and spoke to her honestly. With only a few servants present, there was no need to project overwhelming power.

Seeing him put aside his role as emperor and return to being her father alone, Penia felt her heart soften.

"Ah… I was worried about you at first. But seeing you adapt so well to life at school puts me at ease."

After a short while, Princess Selah finally spoke.

There was an unspoken rule among the three sisters: at the very least, they were to act like loving siblings in front of Emperor Kroel.

Of course, the emperor was well aware of the tension between them due to the succession dispute. Though he wished to prevent politics from tearing his family apart, the rivalry remained fierce.

"I was surprised to hear that you excommunicated Duke Rothstaylor's eldest son not long after entering the academy."

Princess Selah's words immediately shattered the warm atmosphere.

She referred to the incident where Penia personally intervened in Ed Rothstaylor's excommunication. Though it felt distant, it had occurred only two years prior.

"It was the first time I had seen the benevolent Penia trample someone so harshly. I wondered whether living in a new environment had changed you."

"Sister Selah."

"It's not a bad thing. Those in power shouldn't overlook the injustices of those beneath them. Still…"

As she spoke, Selah calmly sliced the meat placed before her.

"The Ed Rothstaylor I saw during the duel today seemed to be doing quite well at school."

"That's because excommunication from his house didn't mean expulsion from Silvenia Academy. If I had wanted to, I could have expelled him as well, but—"

"You didn't. And even without direct interference, if he were truly insignificant, he would have left on his own once he could no longer afford tuition."

Yet Ed Rothstaylor remained at Silvenia until the end.

Had he failed to do so, he would have abandoned everything and begged in the city to survive.

According to Selah's investigation, Ed had established a camp in the North Forest.

Though the information had been gathered in less than a day, it was reliable enough.

"And later, he was reinstated at the Rothstaylor Mansion's social gathering. One could say he has fully returned to his former standing. Despite this, you chose to remain idle the entire time, Penia?"

"It's because I realized I was wrong."

Penia knew exactly what Selah was trying to do—leave a lasting mark.

She was emphasizing the fact that Penia had abused her authority as a member of the imperial family and driven a high-ranking noble's son into ruin.

Nevertheless, Penia answered honestly.

"Ed Rothstaylor was not a cruel man deserving of excommunication. He lost years of his youth because of my misjudgment."

"Penia, as a member of the imperial family, you will inevitably make mistakes. Even a single wrong decision can place another's life in danger. The same holds true for the right ones."

"I know. But that doesn't erase the damage."

Penia lowered her gaze, falling silent.

Selah quietly laughed.

Everything was perfectly arranged.

Ed Rothstaylor had clawed his way back to prominence after being excommunicated because of Penia's mistake—a mistake Penia herself admitted.

Despite the suffering he endured, he reclaimed his position through his own efforts.

On top of that, he had praised Selah after his victory. It was a dramatic conclusion to the joint competition.

After the duel, Emperor Kroel personally accompanied Selah to congratulate Ed.

Seeing Ed's dignified and reliable demeanor, it was clear the emperor had taken a liking to him.

Ed Rothstaylor, who reclaimed his status through his own strength, was the perfect variable—one that highlighted Penia's misjudgment while elevating Selah's merit in securing his support.

In Emperor Kroel's eyes, it appeared as though the capable elder sister had corrected the mistakes of her inexperienced younger sibling.

It was flawless.

Ed Rothstaylor's very existence elevated Selah's political standing.

Watching Penia's confidence waver, new possibilities unfolded in Selah's mind.

To Selah, Penia was an idealist who cared too deeply about insignificant details.

An emperor was someone who ruled.

A ruler who hesitated and concerned themselves excessively with those beneath them was unfit for the throne.

Did Ed Rothstaylor understand that as well?

It was strange.

Penia was the one who cast him into the abyss, so why did Ed Rothstaylor support her?

After meeting him several times, Selah judged him to be a man who understood the qualities of a monarch.

He never panicked, never misstepped, and always found solutions.

In her eyes, Ed Rothstaylor possessed the traits of a talented individual.

Like a wolf unwilling to be tamed, it was odd that he would bow to Penia of his own will.

In the first place… wasn't he someone deeply loyal?

Selah scratched her chin, pondering, before questioning Penia.

"By the way, I heard that man is close to you."

"Actually… we're not that close. He rarely visits the royal residence and mostly stays in his cabin, minding his own affairs. He seems to have little interest in the title of duke."

Could it be that Ed held the upper hand in their relationship?

When the realization struck her, Selah barely suppressed her laughter.

A member of the imperial family being swayed by a duke's son—

Princess Penia was even more sincere than Selah had thought.

Back then, Penia had slapped Selah in anger for trying to use Ed as a political scapegoat.

She had even acted during an imperial meeting to reinstate House Rothstaylor as a ducal house.

Selah had assumed Ed's loyalty drove Penia's actions—but it was the opposite.

You've truly done it, Penia. You disgrace the royal family.

Ed Rothstaylor was a powerful weapon, but useless in the hands of someone who didn't know how to wield it.

Everything began to make sense. Selah finally understood why he had praised her after the duel.

Perhaps he believed Selah would be unable to control him as easily as Penia.

But he had overlooked one thing.

Selah was nothing like Penia.

Whether it was arrogance or ambition, his behavior amused her.

If she wished, gaining control over him wouldn't be difficult.

As she sliced the meat before her, Princess Selah smiled.

***

Orte and Saila stared at the enormous camp, mouths agape.

In the end, Lucy—who never returned after the concert—and Bell—who followed out of unease—accompanied them.

While walking toward the North Forest, they had imagined a hidden Rothstaylor mansion.

The reality was nothing of the sort.

"The second floor is my magic engineering workshop. The first is where I live. Most of my work is done by the campfire. My cooking tools are over there."

"Th-This is very different from what I imagined, Y-Young Master Ed."

"It's far from luxurious, but I'm more comfortable here."

Ed placed the bags on the workbench and sat near the campfire.

"And that over there is your daughter's cabin."

They were stunned.

They had believed Yennekar lived in Ophelis Hall. Instead, she had been living in the forest.

"S-Since when?"

"About a year."

"A year…?! Then that means—"

Their assumptions spiraled.

Saila stared at Yennekar, who was drenched in cold sweat.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?!"

"You… you've been living such a romantic school life!"

Ed's straightforward honesty only deepened their misunderstanding.

Thankfully, they were open-minded parents.

Orte burst into laughter.

"So that's it! Our Yennekar is at that age now!"

"Dad! You're too loud!"

"Haha! This forest is wonderful! Young Master Ed, you live like a real man!"

"…I only lived here out of necessity."

"Even so, this place was built with passion."

As a craftsman himself, Orte could tell.

"Then that man Yennekar mentioned before must have been you…!"

"Wha—look at the weather! Isn't it nice?! Let's cook already!"

Bell nearly cried watching Yennekar panic.

"This was the right choice," Orte said cheerfully.

"I worried you might be offended."

"Offended? Never! I'm proud of her."

"That's right. We're quite open-minded."

Creak.

At that moment, Lortel's villa door opened.

"Oh my, Ed. Today's festival schedule—"

She froze.

"…Oh."

The situation took a moment to process.

***

"Oh, hello. I'm Lortel Kehelland…"

Lortel effortlessly charmed them.

The Palerovers immediately stiffened.

"Torren Village? I've heard wonderful things."

Yennekar trembled.

"Dad! Mom! You don't have to bow!"

"W-We still rely on her company…"

Yennekar was close to losing her mind.

"Oh my, no need to be uncomfortable."

Lortel sat beside Ed.

"As you can see, I live here as well."

The Palerovers froze.

"H-How many people…?"

"About seven… maybe eleven."

She clung to Ed's arm.

Saila's face turned pale.

Bell felt danger approaching.

"I am tired."

Lucy rose, stretched, and walked toward Ed's cabin.

Slam!

Bell wiped her face.

Only the crackling campfire filled the silence.

-x-X-x-

The night of the festival continued.

As night fell, firecrackers echoed throughout the school as a large campfire was lit in the middle of the student square.

Back at Ophelis Hall's main party hall, talented bands performed. Students cheerfully chatted among themselves, drinking refreshments meticulously prepared by the maids.

Faculty members also enjoyed the long-awaited festival, sharing meals with their assistants and favored students.

Those working in school administration were busy managing the festivities. Student council members took turns enjoying the celebration, and many students found themselves falling in love or growing romantic under the festive atmosphere.

Like that, Acken Island was filled with celebration throughout the night.

***

Rummage.

Thud.

Ayla, who had been running around the library for the past few days, continued to rummage through records related to Silvenia.

Since barely any students entered the library during the festival, she had essentially monopolized the entire reading room. She pushed her bangs aside and leaned back in her chair, letting out a sigh.

She couldn't even give a proper response to Taylee, who kept stopping by with a worried expression. She felt apologetic, but there was something more important she needed to focus on at the moment.

Ignoring the ongoing festival, she remained trapped in the dim reading room, pouring over records day after day. She was slowly losing her mind.

Most records regarding Silvenia were already well known. With only the materials available in the student library on Acken Island, it was impossible to fully analyze Silvenia's hidden intentions and actions.

Most of the records Silvenia left behind were fragmentary and incomplete. She had written several books, but most were either stored in the Imperial Library or considered lost treasures.

Trying to trace Silvenia's steps using only information accessible to a general student felt like punching the air.

Something written by Silvenia herself, or a record left by someone who had personally met her—

Silvenia Academy's treasure, the Sage's Seal, located in Trix Hall.

Silvenia's Celestial Studies Research Journal, kept in the Imperial Library.

Study of Celestial Studies and the Flow of Magic Power, stored in the capital archives.

Introduction to Celestial Magic, written by Archmage Glockt before his death—unfinished.

And countless fragmented notes found in laboratories throughout Silvenia.

If Ayla could gain access to those materials, she might uncover vital information, but they were all priceless artifacts far beyond the reach of an ordinary student.

In the end, the only information available to her was what had been released to the public—official speeches and published research records.

If there had been anything truly abnormal within them, historians would have discovered it long before Ayla.

"This is difficult…" Ayla muttered, glancing at the pile of documents before her.

One of them was the speech Silvenia delivered before the Imperial Palace, when her exile to Acken Island was announced.

***

["Everyone. I am a horrifically extreme fatalist. I have lived my life believing it is mankind's duty to follow the path fate has given and find happiness within it.

A girl who was forced to abandon everything she had built, exiled to a secluded land on the southwestern edge of the empire.

Yet there was not the slightest hint of pessimism, disappointment, or frustration in her voice.

'However, if a time comes when I must resist the fate of this cruel world—if a time comes when I must struggle to prevent a promised catastrophe—then I will have no choice but to set aside all other thoughts.

'I am going to Acken Island. But I do not consider it exile. This is simply another step in the life fate has presented to me. You all know this as well: there are moments when cruel fate presses down on you. Times when the world forces you to suffer in order to grow. But in moments like those, you must never let your heart break.

'Because I will fight against my fate—and I will win.'"]

***

Hearing such words, it felt as though the people of the capital were watching a general depart for the battlefield. In reality, it was the great sage leaving for Acken Island.

As Ayla reviewed the record, she frowned slightly. At that time, Silvenia had already reached the pinnacle of Celestial Magic.

Holding her breath, Ayla quickly turned back to the research records that had been made public.

It appeared that after foreseeing the future through Celestial Magic, Silvenia continued her research to prevent that future from coming to pass.

***

["The flow of time is a variable. Thus, by twisting and breaking the flow of magic power, it may be possible to defy a predetermined future.

However, understanding the rules of a field that cannot be directly observed with the naked eye is no easy task. More than that, there exists no experiment that can be conclusively verified.

One thing is certain: Celestial Magic holds the power to twist and break the providence of the world. Of course, it is not simple. To escape a promised fate, one must introduce a 'variable.'

A variable not bound by the rules of this world. Only then can the predetermined future be forcibly twisted and broken. Yet once the future is shattered, time itself must be reconnected and allowed to flow again. To do that… something is required.

A prophet who understands the path of the world. One who knows how to forcibly alter what has already been set.

One from another world."]

***

***

A greedy nobleman and a daughter sold to him as a concubine.

It was such a cliché, old-fashioned story that it barely felt worth telling anymore.

Yet to Bell Maya, watching the scene unfold, it didn't feel unrealistic at all. Not only did it mirror her own past, but what she was witnessing now felt painfully familiar.

Parents delighted that their daughter had caught the attention of a young noble—only for the story to twist into her becoming his plaything.

Moreover, the Palerovers did not fully understand aristocratic culture, having spent their lives on an isolated ranch in Torren Village.

"Well, since he's a duke's son, this much isn't unusual. Isn't that right, Ed?"

What Lortel said was not true.

No matter how powerful a nobleman might be, he still had to exercise caution when it came to women. Relationships and social associations directly impacted authority. Even if one had a lover or two, they were kept discreet and carefully protected.

A noble openly keeping dozens of women as playthings was something that belonged to centuries past.

In short, Lortel's outrageous remark was meant to confuse the Palerovers, who were ignorant of such matters.

"Quit joking."

There was no way Ed Rothstaylor would agree.

He lightly pressed her head down as she grinned, gripping her mug tightly so it wouldn't spill.

"Please don't misunderstand. I would never do something so absurd."

Lortel hadn't expected the joke to work anyway.

Still, it left an impression—what was known as a difference in status.

Even though Lortel Kehelland had once been a commoner, she had climbed to a position of great power through her abilities alone. It emphasized how distant she was from those who raised sheep and cattle on a rural ranch—and just how far removed Ed Rothstaylor was as well.

As the son of a duke, even living with multiple women would not seem strange from a commoner's perspective. Aristocratic lifestyles and values were fundamentally different.

Realizing that, the Palerovers once again felt the weight of the gap between them.

"I-Is that so…?"

"Don't put too much meaning into Lortel's words."

"Th-Then… if you're not in a special relationship, why are you living together like this…?"

Ed fell silent.

Because… it was true.

Yennekar lived next door. Lortel owned a villa nearby. Lucy Mayreel regularly crawled into his blankets to nap. And yet, none of it was romantic.

Objectively, however, it looked as though he were heartlessly playing with the feelings of three girls.

Of course, Ed had his own reasoning.

Yennekar chose to live in a cabin due to circumstances at Dex Hall. Lortel simply purchased land and built a villa. Lucy was, quite literally, a trespasser.

Ed Rothstaylor was merely trying to survive.

Yet what would happen once he escaped the looming crisis threatening his life?

He wanted to graduate from Silvenia, avert the catastrophe facing the world, and finally live—not merely survive.

Since the moment he had possessed Ed's body, he had worked tirelessly toward that goal without wavering.

But would such reasoning convince anyone?

"J-Just… how many have you made cry…?!"

Saila instinctively covered her mouth.

It was an incredibly rude thing to say, but at the moment, Ed looked like the enemy of women everywhere.

"Ah—! I-I apologize, Young Master Ed!"

"Saila! Think before you speak!"

"I-I'm sorry! Honey! I was just… too shocked…!"

"I also apologize for her words, Young Master Ed. And as for me… well, I understand what it means to live as a man!"

Orte suddenly launched into a passionate monologue.

"Like a wolf roaming the grasslands alone, seeking the perfect place to settle. Such a wolf must experience countless lands before choosing one… Isn't that a necessary journey?"

"Honey, what are you saying?! With your wife standing right here?!"

"Uh—uhm—b-but I only have you now, Saila, my dear! P-Please don't misunderstand! I just mean I understand Young Master Ed's life!"

"B-But our daughter Yennekar is involved! Our precious daughter must never be hurt!"

"Well… yes… that's true…"

The couple continued arguing in confusion.

Ed didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, Yennekar—who had become the center of attention—had retreated to a corner of the camp, sitting beside Merilda.

Her face burned as she buried it in her lap.

"Hey, Merilda… If I'm embarrassed by my parents… does that make me a bad daughter?"

[I understand how you feel.]

Yennekar was completely overwhelmed.

In the end, Bell Maya was the one who resolved the situation.

She explained that Ed Rothstaylor had been living in the wilderness since his excommunication, and that while he had crossed paths with many people, it had never been for indecent reasons.

Thanks to Bell's calm, soothing voice, the Palerovers gradually settled down.

"So you don't need to worry. You may return to the visitors' quarters for the night. I'll take care of the rest."

"O-Okay… Miss Servant. We're sorry for causing a scene, Young Master Ed."

"There's no need to apologize. It couldn't be helped."

Ed maintained his gentle demeanor until the very end.

From that alone, it was clear he wasn't someone who would mistreat the women around him.

In other words, Yennekar was fighting a battle for love—not being sold off as a nobleman's concubine.

When the Palerovers realized that, tears welled in their eyes.

Yennekar… you've been fighting alone all this time…!

Saila felt the weight of her daughter's loneliness—and as her mother, she could not remain idle.

What the couple didn't realize was that their love would become Yennekar's undoing.

There was a strange determination in their eyes as they glared at Lortel.

For the sake of Yennekar Palerover—the pride of Torren—the village would unite.

Lortel tilted her head, watching them.

I suppose I'll need a different approach.

She smiled.

***

"Oh."

Lortel sat by the campfire, holding her mug and smiling.

It had taken only half a day to win over the rancher couple. Threats hadn't worked—so persuasion had.

There was more than one way to move a heart.

Just as she relaxed, a presence emerged from the forest.

"…What brings you here?"

"That's what I should ask. I didn't expect to see you here either."

Ed was away checking the fishing nets.

Standing in his camp, completely out of place—

Was the First Princess of the Kroel Empire.

Selah Einer Kroel.

-x-X-x-

"I already had a general idea of what kind of person he is."

At that point, it wasn't difficult to regard Ed's camp as the most important facility within Silvenia Academy.

Lortel Kehelland sat by the campfire, sipping tea while organizing her thoughts. Since she had some free time, she had been planning to go to the festival with Ed. She never could have imagined that Princess Selah herself would appear at the camp.

With her arrival, it felt as though nearly all distinguished nobles who visited Silvenia had set foot in Ed's camp at least once.

It wasn't even an aristocratic dormitory like Ophelis Hall. Thinking about it that way, it was rather amusing.

"If conciliating with him is a better political decision than remaining hostile, then bringing him to my side wouldn't be a bad idea. However…"

"..."

"I never imagined you would be in a place like this."

Princess Selah sat by the campfire. Raising her eyes, she looked at Lortel.

Lortel Kehelland was the one who had sided with Princess Selah during the tragedy at the Rothstaylor mansion. She was also the one who had sweet-talked Princess Selah into promising to actively assist in using Ed Rothstaylor as a political piece.

Yet that same girl was now sitting in Ed's camp, even having a place of her own there.

Princess Selah spoke with a smile, as if amused.

"Was everything you said back at the mansion meant to deceive me?"

Lortel considered her response but chose to remain silent for the moment.

She already had a general understanding of what kind of person Princess Selah was.

"I suppose, from the beginning, it was all just a ploy to protect Ed Rothstaylor while he was unconscious, by placing him under the Elte Company's care."

It was now clear that she had attempted to deceive the princess.

And not just any princess—Princess Selah, who relentlessly condemned those who opposed her.

For an ordinary person, being exposed like this would have been enough to make them break out in a cold sweat. Lying to a member of the imperial family was a felony that could invite severe punishment, depending on the princess's mood.

However, Lortel never panicked. Moreover, Selah herself had recently begun to reassess her opinion of Ed Rothstaylor.

Taking that into account, it wouldn't be difficult for Lortel to slither her way out of the situation like a snake.

"That's correct. In truth, I am someone who belongs to Ed. I've been assisting him for quite some time now."

In the end, what mattered most was whose side one stood on.

At the Rothstaylor mansion, she had pretended to support Selah in order to save Ed. But now, standing before Selah, who had come to persuade Ed to join her side, presenting herself as Ed's subordinate was more than sufficient.

Selah placed great importance on status and authority when evaluating others.

By lowering herself to Ed's subordinate, Lortel removed herself from Selah's direct scrutiny.

After all, people didn't get angry at chess pieces—they got angry at the opponent moving them.

If Selah's attention was focused squarely on Ed Rothstaylor, then Lortel could easily hide within his shadow. She would be dismissed as someone unworthy of the princess's direct interference, which was an added benefit. It wasn't a bad outcome for Ed either.

"He summoned me in advance in case something unexpected occurred after the incident at the Rothstaylor mansion. You may think of me as a tool that moves according to Ed's orders, Princess Selah."

"…Yet you live close to one another. You seem rather intimate."

Lortel laughed softly, naturally agreeing.

Since Selah's purpose was simply to persuade Ed, there was no need to complicate matters by pursuing Lortel further.

Understanding Selah's position, Lortel was now absolved of the crime of deceiving a member of the imperial family. When dealing with others, she revealed a surprisingly delicate side.

"Living with him… well, that's a personal matter."

"There's no need for me to concern myself with a man's private life. I only require his status and capabilities. However…"

Princess Selah scratched her chin, then slowly opened and closed her sharp eyes as she continued.

"Does this mean the Elte Company is also under that man's control? I heard Persica attempted various methods to take control of the Elte Company, but I suppose those efforts were all in vain."

"I will leave that judgment to you, Princess Selah. Given my humble status, I wouldn't dare contradict your assessment."

"You really are a sly, foxlike person."

Princess Selah smiled as she accurately described Lortel's nature.

"Even capable individuals like you may betray your master one day. Someone who ascends the throne through betrayal will eventually be dethroned by betrayal. Isn't that so?"

She spoke bluntly, maintaining her dignified composure while addressing a merchant of far lower status.

People like Balveron Elpelan were weak-willed and greedy, making their actions easy to predict.

But someone like Lortel was far more difficult to control.

She was the type who attacked at the first sign of weakness, shifting allegiance the moment she deemed it advantageous.

To use such a person as a close aide required constant vigilance and never exposing an opening.

"He holds quite the wild animal in his grasp, that man."

"I'm not sure how I should react to being called a wild animal."

Normally, Lortel would have ended the conversation there and summoned Ed.

She was always calm and rational. Even in front of the empire's princess, she never allowed emotions to surface.

Lortel Kehelland was someone who hadn't broken a sweat even when Silvenia Academy itself was being destroyed—a merchant possessed of monstrous rationality.

However, there were always exceptions.

And there were always things that one must never touch.

For Lortel Kehelland, the one thing that fell into that category was Ed Rothstaylor.

Whether by coincidence or inevitability, Princess Selah had stepped directly onto that landmine.

To put it bluntly, Selah's words implied this:

You are a wild animal who would seize the throne if given the chance—even if it meant stabbing Ed Rothstaylor in the back.

In other words, Ed was nothing more than a steppingstone for Lortel's ambition. There was not even a shred of loyalty.

Hearing Selah define her so casually was deeply unpleasant.

Selah wasn't intentionally provoking her; she was merely stating her evaluation.

Lortel continued to smile, but the veins on her temple subtly bulged.

"Princess Selah."

Her voice remained calm.

"However you may see me, I hope you understand one thing. I would never betray Ed."

"Oh? I've never heard a merchant speak so romantically about loyalty. It would be more believable if vultures ate grass."

"I believe you are underestimating Ed Rothstaylor, Princess Selah."

There was no point in engaging in a battle of nerves with the imperial family.

The vast difference in status also meant a difference in influence. The only thing Lortel could do was lightly scratch at Selah's pride.

And that was precisely her specialty.

"Underestimate? Haha… If anything, I believe I've evaluated him generously. Taking control of the Elte Company proves his competence. But how could I dare claim the throne if I couldn't subdue a mere duke's son?"

"Subdue… It's difficult to say who will succumb first. After all, this is a race for the emperor's throne."

"Who will succumb? That's an amusing thought."

Princess Selah lifted her chin, smiling arrogantly.

"I have always been in the position where others succumb to me."

Her self-esteem soared, bolstered by authority and lineage.

Lortel quietly gazed up at Selah, a faint sense of defiance forming within her.

Selah had never relied on anyone, nor had she ever knelt before another.

Lortel found herself becoming uncharacteristically emotional.

That arrogance was a trait of someone who had never desperately needed anything—someone who believed they could obtain anything at will. A belief that could easily be shattered.

"Then I will call Ed over. Please wait by the campfire."

However, Lortel Kehelland already knew.

The answer Ed Rothstaylor would give to Princess Selah's overture had long since been decided.

***

"I apologize, but I intend to continue supporting Princess Penia."

Selah had never expected him to kneel and accept her offer with delight, but she had at least anticipated courtesy.

After all, he was no mere commoner. He was an aristocrat belonging to the empire's strongest ducal house.

She expected respectful distance and minimal decorum.

Instead, when Ed returned to the campfire after Lortel summoned him, he rolled up his sweat-soaked sleeves and drank cold water in large gulps.

He showed no courtesy toward a member of the imperial family.

Naturally, there were reasons.

This was not the imperial palace. It was Silvenia Academy on the isolated Acken Island, far from the empire's political center—a place where learning took precedence over status.

Here, nobles and commoners studied together. Status held far less weight.

Even so, those with titles such as Princess or Saint still received preferential treatment due to their exceptional standing.

Yet Ed Rothstaylor made no effort to appear polite as he sat across the campfire, setting down his cup as though he had just finished laboring by the river.

His attitude made it clear.

He had never intended to accept Selah's offer.

Selah noticed.

"You said yourself that I am the one most deserving of the throne. Now that the competition is over, my position has only strengthened."

"That is correct."

"And yet, despite seeing her closely, you must know Penia is not fit to become emperor."

Lortel looked on, slightly surprised.

She had expected Selah to become irritated after his rejection.

Instead, Selah calmly asserted her superiority.

"Most of the power within the imperial household already supports me. Aside from that irritating Knight Templar commander backing Persica, nearly all key figures stand with me."

"That is a testament to your abilities, Princess Selah. Given your talent and virtue, such support is only natural."

Though flattering, Ed showed no loyalty.

Selah disliked that.

"Do you understand what I am offering? I will erase all suspicion toward you. I will cease attacking you in imperial conferences—and support you instead."

"I would be honored."

"You believe that would be free?"

"If you desire something in return, I will do my best to comply. However, I will not change sides in the succession struggle."

"How strange."

Selah crossed her arms, eyes wide.

"Shouldn't you support the one you believe most worthy of becoming emperor? If you truly believe I am superior, you should be on my side."

"Humans cannot always act rationally. I know Princess Penia's path is difficult, but I will support her regardless."

"Why?"

"She earnestly looks to those beneath her and tries to wield politics for their sake. It is a thorny path."

At that moment, everything clicked for Selah.

Penia was a naive idealist—at least in Selah's eyes.

Idealists who ignored reality were crushed by it.

Power demanded betrayal, secrecy, violence, theft, and pressure when necessary.

Survival required embracing cruelty.

"And I intend to support her along that path. Someone must."

Penia endured because someone calm and rational stood beside her.

Someone who understood reality, capable of conspiracies and hidden battles—yet willing to respect her ideals.

Blind idealism led only to detachment from reality. Someone had to balance romance with realism.

Selah had assumed Ed was using Penia as a steppingstone.

But she was wrong.

He understood Penia deeply.

That was why he supported her.

Ed Rothstaylor would become the pillar that allowed Penia Elias Kroel to pursue her ideals—not as a naive child, but as a legitimate idealist.

Those seeking power alone would have sided with Selah.

Understanding this, Selah realized Ed would never be persuaded.

Their paths diverged.

Yet for some reason, Selah's eyes sparkled.

Lortel, watching closely, felt unsettled.

A loyal, capable, tenacious man.

No wonder Penia downplayed him—she had wanted to hide him.

Selah's eyes gleamed with unmistakable intent.

"It would be best for you to leave. This camp is full of insects and dirt—unbefitting your noble status."

Some people derived pleasure from taking what belonged to others.

Selah's eyes gleamed as if she had found a treasure.

It was desire—the crude, predatory thrill of stealing.

***

"My older sister Selah has always enjoyed taking things from others."

On the terrace of the royal residence, Penia accepted the tea Claire poured.

Growing up together, she knew Selah better than anyone.

As a child, Penia's treasured teddy bear had been torn apart by Selah.

"It's cuter this way," Selah had said, smiling.

Persica's beloved magic book, her favorite maid—both taken.

Selah ruled tyrannically, taking whatever she desired, then discarding it when bored.

She always craved what she couldn't have—especially if it belonged to someone else.

"During the festival, we must appear to trust one another completely."

"Then what should I do?"

"Very little. Just act as though you believe in me completely."

She remembered drinking tea with a blonde-haired boy on the terrace.

"That won't be difficult. And besides…"

"There is a letter from House Elpelan."

"Bring it."

Ed's records lay piled beside her teacup.

During the festival, their loyalty had to appear absolute.

Penia reviewed his life carefully.

Music drifted from the school grounds.

The festival continued.

"And besides… I have always supported you."

She smiled faintly.

Ed Rothstaylor.

The name lingered pleasantly.

***

"You wish to read the sage's seal?"

"Yes."

They stood before Trix Hall.

Ayla tugged at Professor Kaleid's collar.

"Then I just need permission."

"It's tightly guarded… but Headmaster Obel might allow it."

Kaleid was already drunk.

"…Understood."

Leaving him behind, Ayla entered Trix Hall.

-x-X-x-

When Princess Persica exited the Imperial Library, the soldiers standing guard at the entrance bowed their heads politely.

Like the soldiers guarding Rose Palace, they stood neatly in formation.

Even though she suddenly stepped outside, they did not look flustered in the slightest.

Persica glanced out the window and realized that the sun was already setting. By that point, the festival was nearly over.

Princess Persica, who had been confined to the library throughout the festival, had not particularly immersed herself in its festive spirit. She was not the type to enjoy the heat of such celebrations, nor was she fond of going outside in the first place.

However, there were many exhausting matters to attend to—such as the power struggle within the imperial household and various political meetings—so she could not remain holed up in the library forever… though the festival itself had been a perfect excuse to spend her time surrounded by books.

It seemed that Selah was taking advantage of the occasion to travel personally with Emperor Kroel.

While leaving a favorable impression on Emperor Kroel was important, it was also crucial to consolidate power within the imperial household while influential figures were absent.

Persica had been considering ways to gain the support of the Prime Minister and key members of the imperial guards while Selah was away.

However, she had become too absorbed in the books. She should have left at least two days earlier.

"Shall I have a meal prepared for you, Princess Persica?"

"No, that's fine. But…"

Standing in the corridor of Rose Palace, she looked out the window toward a spire rising along the central palace grounds.

Although the spire had originally been built for military purposes, its role had diminished significantly after the empire entered an era of peace and prosperity. Now, it was being used privately by a member of the imperial family.

"Since no one is watching, I want to stop by the spire."

"..."

"Why? Tell me—why is it so forbidden for me to even take a look?"

Emperor Kroel was extremely reluctant to let anyone approach the spire. That was because a stain upon the imperial household was hiding there.

The three princesses were well aware of that fact, and as such, none of them ever went near it.

Each of the three princesses had her own values and ideals as they competed to succeed the throne of the Kroel Empire. They were all the pride of the illustrious imperial family. However, standing above the three brilliant princesses had once been the eldest son, who was originally appointed as the next emperor.

The Crown Prince—Lindon Kroel.

At one time, he had constantly remained by Emperor Kroel's side, supporting him. No one embodied the role of successor more completely than he did.

The emperor's only son and the officially designated heir.

The older brother of the three princesses. He always watched over his people with intelligent, compassionate eyes… possessing all the qualities of a wise king.

Back when Lindon was reliable and steadfast in his role, many vassals spoke openly about him.

That he embodied the strengths of all three princesses combined…

That the Kroel Empire could look forward to another era of peace and prosperity…

He was a symbol of hope.

The imperial dispute among the three princesses began when, one day, Lindon suddenly renounced all claim to the throne and locked himself away inside the spire.

From that moment on, the position of heir became vacant, and Emperor Kroel was forced to deliberate heavily over which of the three princesses should succeed him. That was how the long-standing conflict began.

By then, Lindon Kroel had become a disappointment who never left his room. The days once filled with hope had turned bleak and colorless.

As for the cause… no one knew.

Not his aides, not the Prime Minister, nor even the servants and guards who had always remained by his side were able to determine the reason.

Without warning or precedent, he had lost all motivation and purpose, locking himself away. No matter how many people questioned him, he never answered.

He continued to live—utterly detached from the world.

Lindon's sudden fall dealt a deep wound to Emperor Kroel.

For the first few months, the emperor waited patiently, convinced his son would recover. But as time passed, Lindon's condition only worsened.

He starved himself and lived in filth, locked away in his room. Though servants continued bringing meals, he barely touched them. Secluded at the top of the spire, he would sit before the fire, crying or laughing aloud in despair.

With the imperial heir reduced to such a state, those who managed the imperial household decided to isolate him entirely within the spire.

The person who spearheaded that decision was Krepin Rothstaylor. He believed it best to shield the Crown Prince from the public until he regained his senses. After all, there was nothing to gain from publicizing the madness of the empire's heir.

Prince Lindon personally renounced his title.

That single fact… was the only thing made public.

Since then, servants speculated endlessly about the reason behind Lindon's behavior. Some concluded that the overwhelming pressure he had accumulated over time had finally broken him.

Others entertained darker conspiracy theories.

Perhaps one of the princesses—each of whom aspired to become emperor—had done something to him.

Selah. Persica. Penia.

Among them, the one most frequently suspected was Princess Persica.

Before Lindon's downfall, she had been the one closest to him.

In his free time, he often visited the library to converse with her—drinking tea and discussing politics and philosophy.

Because she spent the most time with Crown Prince Lindon, it followed that she would have had the greatest opportunity to influence him.

Of course, voicing such rumors in front of an imperial family member would result in immediate execution.

However… once rumors spread among the servants, they inevitably reached Persica's ears.

It's quite amusing.

As she climbed the spire's stairs, Princess Persica scoffed.

Lately, even Selah had begun looking at her with suspicion.

As though she had truly done something to Lindon.

When the truth is incomplete, people fill in the gaps however they please.

Princess Persica had driven Crown Prince Lindon to ruin.

It was a plausible story—one that made sense—and thus, many believed it.

Yet in truth, Persica herself had no idea why Lindon had locked himself away.

Her memories of him were fond ones. They enjoyed each other's company, united by their shared insight across many disciplines.

Tea on the terrace while discussing state affairs, or exchanging book recommendations in the library… none of those were bad memories.

She sincerely believed Lindon was fit to inherit the throne and become a wise, thoughtful ruler.

And yet… things had come to this.

Knock. Knock.

Persica knocked before opening the door.

When Emperor Kroel was present in the palace, no one would dare approach this room.

But with all eyes focused on the festival, it was the perfect opportunity to see Lindon.

She had visited him several times since his change, though nothing had improved.

Still, she made a habit of coming whenever she could—just in case.

Expecting nothing different this time, she stepped into the dim room.

Thick curtains blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving only a few flickering candles to illuminate the space. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness—

A horrifying sight greeted her.

"B-Brother Lindon!"

Persica screamed as she rushed forward.

Since guards would never approach the spire, she had no one else to rely on.

The reason she ran was clear—Lindon was in the process of placing a rope, secured to the ceiling, around his neck.

At the moment he was about to take his life, Persica lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and shoving him away. He toppled from the chair and crashed onto the floor.

"K-Keuk… cough… cough…"

"Brother Lindon! What are you thinking?!"

"Damn it… damn it…! I couldn't even die… again…!"

Clenching his teeth, Lindon struggled to suppress his tears.

"I'm pathetic… I can't even muster the courage to die. I stared at that rope for hours, but I couldn't endure the pain… That courage—such a foolish thing—it's gone…!"

"Calm down! Why would you try to kill yourself?!"

"Persica… it's you… I don't have much time left… I have to decide now…"

Lying on the floor, Lindon grabbed a small decorative dagger from a nearby suit of armor and held it out to her, hilt-first. His hands trembled violently.

"Persica… will you… be the one to end me? The servants would never grant such a request…"

"Why would you think I'd agree to something so horrific? Get a hold of yourself!"

She finally took in his full appearance.

His once-lustrous blond hair was brittle and falling out. His eyes were vacant, his body emaciated—like a scarecrow.

Persica swallowed hard.

"There's no reason… for you to die."

"I… I no longer have the courage to live. What meaning does imperial power have? What value is peace and prosperity…?"

"Brother…"

"What terrifies me is what lies ahead. Why did I have to know? Why did I lock myself in a cage of fear—learning truths I never needed to learn?! Damn it… I miss my ignorance… Now that I know, everything is meaningless and painful…!"

"Your condition… it keeps worsening…"

The Lindon who once visited her in the library no longer existed.

Persica helped him into a chair and brought a cup of cold water to his cracked lips. He drank hastily, coughing.

"Please… calm down."

"Persica… everything will end soon… I'm scared… I don't want to suffer anymore… I just want it to stop…"

Repeating incoherent words, Lindon wept.

Though he gradually calmed, Persica sank onto the sofa, wiping away her sweat.

If she hadn't come, the empire might have collapsed tonight.

Catching her breath, she surveyed the room.

It felt less like a living space and more like a tomb.

Dust-coated furniture. Silent shelves.

Even the servants' visits had grown infrequent.

He never should have ended up like this.

Her gaze fell upon a ring resting on the table—engraved with the imperial crest.

"Th-This is…"

It was the ring bestowed only upon the designated heir.

A symbol of the next emperor.

"Brother… you still have this…"

Lindon had relinquished the throne—and even the will to live. Allowing him to keep such a treasure made no sense.

She decided to return it to Emperor Kroel.

As she reached for it—

"No, Persica!"

Thud!

Lindon suddenly leapt forward, snatching the ring before collapsing onto the floor. He clutched it tightly, sobbing.

"No—don't touch it! You mustn't! Especially you! You can't touch it!"

"B-Brother…?"

"If you learn the truth… you'll become like me…"

"Tell me plainly. What does the ring have to do with this?"

Persica lifted his chin gently.

"You don't have to suffer alone. Tell me—what do you know? Why didn't you speak sooner?"

"But… Persica… I…"

"Brother."

She looked down at him, resolute.

At last, his arms slackened.

"It's over anyway…"

"This ring… is passed only to the heir. But it's also a key. I discovered that by accident."

He began confessing everything.

"The Great Sage Silvenia."

Persica stiffened.

"She once served the imperial household, researching Celestial Magic."

"…Yes. She was exiled after injuring Crown Prince Lienfell."

Lienfell—the previous heir.

He must have possessed the same ring.

"She revealed her true research to Lienfell… out of guilt."

"How do you know?"

"I found her hidden laboratory."

Persica's breath caught.

"It wasn't in Rose Palace—it was beneath the imperial library."

Her voice failed.

"Silvenia enchanted this ring to grant access to her true research."

"What… did you see?"

Lindon trembled.

"Celestial Magic devours those who challenge providence. I saw it—a presence like a god."

His voice cracked.

"It broke me."

"Brother…"

"I beg you… end my life."

Persica's hands shook as she lifted the dagger.

But—

Clang!

She threw it aside, seized the ring, and fled.

Down the spire she ran, dress in hand.

Persica's eyes continued to tremble.

***

There was once a user named PepperoPepe.

He was known for writing strategy guides for the bosses of .

His reputation began with a complete breakdown of the Act 1 Boss, Yennekar Palerover, on release day.

He went on to defeat every major boss—including the Holy Blue Dragon Velbrok—in record time.

His guides contained information even developers hadn't publicly revealed.

Rumors spread.

That he was a developer.

That he was from that world.

No one ever confirmed it.

One night, I found his old blog.

Among archived images was one unfamiliar file.

A dark door of magic.

A robed figure holding a staff.

The filename appeared briefly:

[Hidden Boss

Silvenia, The Lunatic

The one who defied providence.

The one who resisted fate.

The one who survived to the very end.

Now, rest in peace.]

-x-X-x-

During the festival, I was extremely busy.

I had to attend various events, help out with my scholarship duties, maintain life at the camp, and avoid neglecting my personal training. As a result, I didn't feel like I was properly able to enjoy the festival.

However, what was particularly noteworthy was that Princess Selah often publicly mentioned my name.

In a discussion with Deputy Headmistress Rachel, she asked all sorts of questions about me. When she gave a speech at the center stage, she mentioned my name. Even when she attended the religious ceremony held by Saint Clarice, she publicly apologized for her disrespect at the Rothstaylor Mansion.

As if she had made up her mind to bring me to her side no matter what, she continued to approach me aggressively. It was enough to briefly make me forget her usual arrogant attitude.

Not only that, but she also sent me a large number of letters through her butler, Dest.

While she was at Silvenia Academy for the festival, she wrote me a letter every day. Each one was handwritten and fairly long.

It wasn't difficult to imagine her sitting at a table every night, writing those letters with a quill. Although they weren't love letters, they were still filled with romantic rhetoric. Ultimately, however, the purpose of those letters was to have me join her side.

'It's quite the chilly night here on Acken Island. Does that mean autumn is slowly approaching? Time truly flies by. It hasn't been long since we first met face to face during the Rothstaylor Mansion disaster, yet I feel as though we still haven't fully understood one another.

'To put it bluntly, I want to understand you on a deeper level. While there is a political goal in doing so, I also simply wish to know more about the kind of person you are. Can you tell me? Can you tell me about the hardships you've experienced throughout your life, and the beliefs and values you've held onto? I am sure you've lived a lonely life, yet you have always remained determined and steadfast. That fact alone touches my heart.

'The atmosphere of the festival remains lively. Today, I visited the commercial district. Knowing it is a place you often visit, it felt quite special to walk through it myself. I couldn't help but think of you as I watched students happily strolling through the streets, enjoying the festive mood. Seeing them reminded me that nothing good ever comes from unnecessary conflict.

'Let us put our past behind us and hold hands for a brighter future. I will treat you as best as I can. Though it is unfortunate, I will not be able to grant you the same level of authority within the imperial household that Krepin Rothstaylor once possessed.

'Let us end this feud. The disaster at the Rothstaylor Mansion was simply the result of Krepin's wrongdoing. We can envision a new and brighter future together. Though our visions of that future may differ, I have no doubt that if we communicate fully and act as one another's supporting pillars, we can build a great empire.'

Reading her letter, which was filled with respect and praise, I felt a strong sense of incongruity. It was far removed from the impression I had formed of Princess Selah when we met in person.

When I finished reading, her butler Dest, who had delivered the letter, asked me politely, "Princess Selah is waiting for you. Would you like to accompany me?"

Hearing that question, I shook my head without saying a word.

Then, a new letter arrived the next day.

'I expected that you would refuse my invitation. You likely still wish to remain at Penia's side, lending her your strength. However, would that girl truly be happy becoming emperor? She is not someone who cares about power or authority. She is still a child who is called nothing more than a benevolent princess—one who is kind to a fault, even listening to those beneath her.

'If she ascends the throne, she will need to learn how to harbor hatred and resentment. A monarch must possess the resolve to turn those who oppose their decisions into enemies. Do you truly believe Penia is capable of that? She is a girl who is full of ideals. She will surely be held back by such delusions and fall.

'But if I were to become emperor, I could protect Penia's tender heart. As long as you stand by my side and assist me, I can guarantee that Penia will live a fruitful life in the Rose Palace as a kind and benevolent princess who cares for the people. We should be the ones to deal with reality, while allowing Penia to live within her own fantasies. Wouldn't that be the right thing to do?'

The letter that arrived that day attempted to use Penia's happiness as a bargaining chip.

Given the circumstances, Princess Selah was certain that I shared a special relationship with Princess Penia. From her perspective, it was a worthwhile move.

However, the more she pressed the issue, the more vividly I recalled what Penia had earnestly told me.

"You can never accept my older sister Selah's offers."

"Selah… once she gets her hands on something, she loses interest. Rather, her greed only grows when there is something she cannot obtain. No matter what she offers you or how she does it… the moment you join her side, your value will plummet to nothing, Ed."

It was a paradox. In order to preserve my worth, I had to reject every proposal from someone who valued me so highly.

"Princess Selah is waiting for you. Would you like to accompany me?" Dest asked again as I sat near the campfire.

I shook my head.

As expected, another letter arrived the following day.

'I respect your determination. However, I am certain of this: if you take my hand, I will surely become the next emperor. When that happens, I can guarantee you both status and power. I will elevate House Rothstaylor to become the most prestigious house in the empire, as it once was.

'I need you, Ed Rothstaylor. I want you to be mine. I desperately need you.'

The letter asked for my strength in a blunt, direct manner. There was also a strange sense of urgency in its tone.

Of course, it was only a letter. I had no way of knowing whether she was truly desperate when she wrote it. She was someone who had lived her entire life surrounded by politics. Even if some of her words felt sincere, I couldn't allow such writing to sway my heart.

When Dest once again asked whether I would accompany him, I shook my head.

'I have been thinking about you all day, Ed Rothstaylor. It is beginning to feel as though I desire you for reasons beyond politics.

'At times, your voice and handsome face come to mind. Throughout the day, I find myself reminiscing about you. Of course, personal feelings should never take precedence over politics that determine the fate of the empire. Still, I am only a woman… There are moments when I cannot suppress the heat rising in my heart.

'I am curious about you. About that unwavering sense of loyalty you possess—the loyalty that does not falter even before a princess. I wish that loyalty were directed toward me instead. I wish you would look at me as a woman and feel that way about me. Each day, as I sit in my office reviewing my schedule, I imagine you standing at my side.

'I long for you, Ed Rothstaylor. Please, I ask that you walk beside me on the path I have chosen.'

The following day, she sent yet another letter—this time attempting to offer her heart. Naturally, I couldn't believe those words either.

At that point, it was frightening. What else was the princess willing to sell to obtain what she wanted?

I could clearly sense how terrifying her greed truly was.

"Princess Selah is waiting for you. Would you like to accompany me?"

Of course… I still shook my head.

Until the final day of the festival, I repeated that same response over and over again.

***

The last day of the festival dawned bright.

I heard that Silvenia Academy's festival would conclude with a grand fireworks display at the Student Square at midnight.

While the rest of the empire would continue celebrating, this final day marked the end of Emperor Kroel and Princess Selah's stay on Acken Island.

Once the festival ended, there would be a few days of rest over the weekend before we returned to our regular academic routine.

"Princess Selah is waiting for you."

Princess Selah continued to send letters until the very last day.

The contents were exactly as expected—a confession of love. My expression remained cold.

"…The princess is certainly skilled at writing. The way her words flow, combined with that strange sense of sincerity, is impressive. She should try writing poetry or a novel."

After reading the letter, my answer was already decided. Dest likely expected it as well.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going."

***

"Even consciously, it would be better if you tried to think a little more optimistically, President Tanya."

"I hate the fact that you're the one saying that, Ziggs."

"I'm only saying it because I'm worried about you."

"..."

The long-awaited break.

Tanya lay sprawled on a sofa in the student council president's office, looking half-dead as she patted down her curly hair and stared toward the door.

Ziggs Eiffelstein, who had come by to at least provide her with some snacks, placed a few items on the table before sitting on the opposite sofa.

The way he lounged back with his hands clasped behind his head showed no respect for the student council president whatsoever.

He couldn't help it. In truth, Ziggs was the one keeping the president in line, not the other way around.

He often found himself chasing after Tanya when she tried to escape. At this point, she resembled a prisoner constantly on the run more than a dignified student council president.

"Thinking about it, this is the only pleasure of being student council president. I want to retire. I want to die. I want to run away to a place no one knows about. I wonder what my brother Ed is doing. Should I just make him the head of house instead? Would he even accept? Well, I suppose it's my responsibility. Why did I ever take responsibility in the first place? I just want to die. Save me. Someone, please save me. Am I just going to keep repeating the same things to you over and over again?"

Tanya took a deep breath and looked at Ziggs.

"At this point… I'm used to it, so it's not surprising. But still, haven't you finished all the work that piled up during the festival? And now that you have Anise, I'm sure the regular school schedule will feel much easier."

"I want peace of mind too, but what can I do when I keep having such dark thoughts?"

"That's why you should always try to think optimistically, even if you have to force it. It doesn't matter if you're lying to yourself."

"There's no point in saying good things if they're lies."

"No, there is a point. I heard it from Elka."

Ziggs absentmindedly checked the condition of his equipment as he spoke.

"You can call it self-delusion or wearing a mask, but if you keep lying to yourself for a long enough time, you eventually start believing those lies as truth. I think there's even a term for it… I just can't remember."

"…That sounds like some sort of psychoanalysis theory. I don't know much about that."

"I don't either. But isn't that a good thing? You could become happy every day."

"I am happy every day. I'm full of energy. I love work. I can't stand not working. Work is life. If I don't work, I'll die!! If I kept telling myself things like that, wouldn't I end up with a more positive outlook?"

"I'm sorry, but that sounds like the end of my life."

"…Fair enough. That example was a bit much. Sorry."

Ziggs smirked as he glanced at Tanya. She was finally enjoying her break after somehow finishing all her work.

No matter how much she complained, she always completed her duties by the deadline. Watching how she resembled her older brother in unexpected ways, it seemed she had inherited that trait.

Ziggs thought she could become an excellent leader as long as she received proper support… though at the moment, she looked like a corpse devoid of dignity.

Well, there were others like her.

With that thought, Ziggs wiped his sheath with a cloth.

***

"…He has refused to accompany me. It seems he has no intention of meeting you until the end."

Even with a princess of the empire humbling herself to that extent, he showed no sign of moving.

They were inside a lavish private room prepared for Princess Selah, neatly arranged around a large office desk.

Princess Selah sat at the table, idly twirling a quill. Upon hearing Dest's report, she scoffed.

"Pretending to be so valuable… In the end, he's just playing hard to get."

Because she was accompanying Emperor Kroel throughout the festival, her schedule left little free time. Visiting Ed Rothstaylor's camp every day was simply impossible.

As a result, she had tried to persuade him through letters. However, there were limits to their effectiveness. Even as she filled them with increasingly bold praise and drastic rhetoric, his resolve remained unmoved.

At some point, she began to feel a strange sense of pride in the struggle. She poured even more effort than planned into writing letters every night.

Of course, not a single word in those letters was sincere. Princess Selah—who neither bled nor cried—had no reason to sacrifice everything merely to place a duke's son in the palm of her hand.

They were nothing more than honeyed words meant to intoxicate him.

If she could make him believe that the princess of the empire needed him that desperately, he would lose his objective sense of self-worth.

However, for the Tyrant Selah, who regarded all beneath her as chess pieces, such effort was unnecessary.

"If it were up to me, I would visit him again, but…"

Her schedule for the following day was already full, packed with reports to write and a luncheon with Headmaster Obel Forsyth.

In the end, all she could do was write yet another letter filled with pleasantries. The problem was that she was running out of things to say. There was a limit to how many lies she could fabricate while pretending sincerity.

"Even after going to such lengths, he hasn't even flinched…"

Yet Princess Selah's lips curled into a greedy smile. Imagining herself defeating Ed Rothstaylor—who had shown such determination and strength—made her heart flutter.

She had never obsessed over anyone to this degree. Normally, she would have already succeeded.

Lately, however, the only thing occupying her thoughts was what seductive words she should write to him next.

She appealed to his loyalty by invoking Princess Penia's well-being. She even went so far as to confess her love.

Still, Ed Rothstaylor never wavered.

Did he realize everything I wrote was a lie…?

The thought crossed her mind. Though she had written many shocking lines, she had never crossed the line into complete implausibility.

Do I need to act more sincere? Do I sound too artificial? Wealth and status aren't enough—perhaps I need to write something that conveys genuine honesty.

She continued to ponder how she might persuade him. Something so sincere it would fool even Ed Rothstaylor… She would need to write with such desperation that her lies would deceive even herself.

Once she stole him away from Penia, she would use him to her heart's content before discarding him. She could already imagine his expression when she abandoned him. At the thought, Selah's smile slowly deepened.

And so, Princess Selah continued to write letters filled with falsehoods, spending entire days immersed in deception.

Lying to herself, again and again.

***

"Your request has been rejected. Unfortunately, the Sage's Seal is not open to the public, even for research purposes. As you are a student, approval will be especially difficult."

A staff member at Trix Hall spoke kindly to Ayla through the window. For several days, she had been submitting requests to meet with Obel Forsyth, including an application to view the Sage's Seal.

"Is that so…?"

"Yes. Since it is a treasured artifact of the academy—and one that has already been stolen—the administration is exercising extreme caution."

"I understand… Thank you."

Ayla thanked the staff member and exited Trix Hall.

Though the festive atmosphere persisted outside, Trix Hall retained its professional, businesslike air.

Even inside, where traces of the festival could still be felt, work continued uninterrupted.

Ayla paused and glanced back at the building before lowering her head, her expression hardening.

She would need to find another way.

For some reason… the feeling that she had to read the Sage's Seal continued to cry out from deep within her.