Chapter 374 - EASG 71

"I'm going to sneak into Trix Hall and read the Sage's Seal."

A book written by the Great Sage Silvenia that had yet to be deciphered even halfway.

An unknown tome filled with texts relating to Celestial Magic, magic engravings similar to runes, and other unusual elements that no one fully understood.

That book—a treasure of Silvenia Academy—had often been at the center of various incidents.

At one point, the senior professor Glast stole it and attempted to flee. Later, the Elte Company gained ownership of it due to the school's long-term financial difficulties.

After negotiations with the Elte Company regarding its ownership, Lortel eventually returned the Sage's Seal to the academy. Just like that, it was placed back inside the treasure vault within Trix Hall…

"I want to read through it at least once. However, no matter how many requests I submit, I'm unable to meet with Headmaster Obel. Well… that's only natural. There's no way they would let a regular student browse through the school's most prized possession—especially one that has already been stolen once…"

"So, are you planning on stealing it?"

"I'm not going to steal it—just borrow it for a bit."

It felt strange to see Ayla act so shamelessly.

We were in the student square, where the imperial household's band was performing. Even though it was the last day of the festival, the sun was still high in the sky, and the festive atmosphere had yet to fade.

It was the day when the festival was at its most grandiose, and the closing ceremony would be held in the central plaza.

Since it was the final day, I also wanted to rest and enjoy the festival. I sat on a bench near the student square, enjoying the warmth of late spring.

Even though I was only enjoying some fresh air and a refreshing drink, I had been so busy lately that even this small bit of free time felt precious.

"If it were a month earlier, we could have asked Lortel to let you read it."

"I know… Lortel was in charge of the Sage's Seal the entire time. But back then, it couldn't be helped—I wasn't aware of how serious the situation was."

The Sage's Seal had already been returned to the academy. Lortel had used it to negotiate her standing within the Elte Company and secure more power.

"That's why… tonight, when the festival is at its peak, I'm going to sneak into Trix Hall. But Ed… what is all of this?"

Although we were having a serious discussion, Ayla couldn't suppress her curiosity. She glanced at the pile of gifts stacked on the table.

"These… they all have the symbol of the Imperial Household engraved on them…"

"Ah, those? It's nothing special. Princess Selah gave me a few things to help with my school life."

"Princess Selah…? I already knew you were acquainted with Princess Penia, but you're also connected to Princess Selah?"

"We've only met a few times. I wouldn't say we're close."

Ayla's mouth fell open as she stared at the sheer number of gifts clearly meant to curry favor.

She knew I was acquainted with many people, but she hadn't expected me to be in contact with the Princess of Frost.

"Then… what about Yennekar?"

"Yennekar… don't worry about her."

Yennekar, who had decided to view the festival with us, was lying face down on the table between the presents.

Since I was content simply resting for the first time in a long while, I didn't feel much motivation to walk around. I remained beside Yennekar, who had collapsed from exhaustion.

I spoke quietly so she wouldn't hear.

"She was recently betrayed by her parents."

"Wh—what…? Yennekar has such a dark family history?"

"Well… it's not exactly dark…"

Yennekar's parents, Orte and Saila, had been thoroughly influenced by Lortel for the remainder of the festival.

It wasn't quite brainwashing, but Lortel's manner of speaking and conduct had effectively turned them into fervent supporters of the Elte Company.

Listening to her parents endlessly praise the Elte Company's business model, its plans to develop the Pulan Region, and how it would improve their village, Yennekar's mental endurance gradually wore down.

Yennekar was an exceptionally kind and thoughtful girl, but when faced with Lortel, she developed a strong sense of pride.

She was already talented—once the top student—but when compared to Lortel, she refused to fall behind in even a single aspect.

However, she was also a daughter who never wanted to direct her frustration at her parents. So instead, she isolated herself, groaning quietly while repeatedly muttering Lortel's name.

It wasn't surprising. Lortel was someone who could manipulate even elderly merchants with ease.

Still, dragging Yennekar's family into a battle of nerves was undeniably ruthless.

"Ugh… Ed… My mom and dad suddenly started talking about wool distribution and future trends in the livestock market… They only care about the cows back at the ranch…"

"..."

She looked like a child whose parents had fallen for a pyramid scheme. It was tragic enough to sting the eyes. Still, in reality, the situation was much better than that. At the very least, Orte and Saila were planning a stable and realistic future.

Simply put, Yennekar's only issue was that it involved the Elte Company.

"She's gone too far! Bringing my parents into this is crossing the line!"

"Even if it feels that way… she hasn't done anything harmful to them. If anything, she's helping them."

"Money isn't everything in this world! So why does Lortel always act like it is?!"

"Unfortunately, money is almost everything… You should know that by now."

"…At this rate, I might actually run away from home."

Hadn't she already done that once?

…Well, she would never truly run away. Yennekar was the type who could never abandon her parents.

"I think I'm in puberty, Ed."

"People going through puberty don't usually announce it themselves."

"No, I'm sure this is puberty. When I go home, I won't help with the ranch anymore. Well… harvesting herbs in the garden is fun, so I'll keep doing that. But I won't do anything difficult. I'll still bring back the cows that wander past the fence at sunset—that's just practical. But I refuse to clean manure or milk cows. Absolutely not. They might ask me to help deliver milk, so I'll sleep in and avoid the front garden in the morning… Yeah. I won't fold laundry or change the bedsheets either. That's my plan."

When inherently kind people rebelled, they always did so in peculiar ways.

"Then I'll need to make a to-do and not-to-do list."

"What are you talking about?"

"I need to figure out how much I can refuse to do without inconveniencing my parents. Mom and Dad… you'll regret falling for Lortel."

She might have been the only person who could devise such a considerate plan for rebellion.

Knowing Orte and Saila, they would likely assume their daughter was simply resting during her break and wouldn't think much of it.

The outcome was obvious, but I didn't have the heart to tell her.

And after graduation, she would be entrusted with managing the outskirts of the Rothstaylor Estate as a baroness… Seeing her think only about the ranch made me uneasy, yet at the same time, it was reassuring.

I sighed as Yennekar continued muttering to herself, then turned toward Ayla.

"Well, I don't think you need to risk stealing the Sage's Seal. If we talk to Lortel or Princess Penia, we might be able to negotiate with the academy and get you permission to read it. I'm glad you came to talk to me first."

"But that would take too long."

"Even so, it's far less risky than breaking in and reading it secretly."

"Ed, we don't know when your prophecy will occur. I don't feel comfortable remaining uncertain for that long. More importantly, this directly affects Taylee. If there's even a chance this could put Taylee at risk, I don't want to gamble."

There was no need to rush… yet I knew this wasn't something I could say to her. Ayla had a valid point.

"It's true that formal procedures could take weeks—or even a semester. You're right, Ayla."

"I plan to hide inside Trix Hall while everyone is distracted by the festival tonight. But I need someone to draw attention away from it—preferably far away."

"You're taking this more seriously than I expected."

"You're the one who convinced me of how serious it is."

Seeing the heavy expression on Ayla's face, I scratched my chin and nodded.

"If you're this serious, then there's something I should tell you."

"What…? You were hiding something else?"

I pulled an old book from my leather bag and placed it on the table, removing the cover I used to conceal it.

Ayla stared at it, dumbfounded, and swallowed reflexively.

[Introduction to Celestial Magic] — Author: Glockt Elderbane

She immediately stood up to inspect it more closely.

Because she already possessed a foundational understanding of Celestial Magic, she recognized the book's value at a glance.

"This… You just casually carried this in your bag?"

"I just… happened to have it on me."

"This isn't something you 'just happen to have'! This is—!"

An unpublished manuscript by the Archmage Glockt.

Its condition, handwriting, and the latent Celestial Magic contained within made its authenticity undeniable.

"I'll lend it to you."

"Hey—this isn't something you can lend out so easily!"

"It's a record left behind by Archmage Glockt. There are notes regarding the Great Sage Silvenia as well. I'm sure it'll help your research."

"..."

"And come by the camp when you have time. I'll introduce you to Merilda. Bring Taylee with you."

"Merilda… You mean the wolf spirit?"

I nodded.

"She's a spirit who met the Great Sage Silvenia in person. At this point, she's likely the only one who can speak about Silvenia from personal experience."

"…Oh my."

Ayla nodded slowly, looking as though she could barely breathe.

"It really was the right decision to talk to you."

"But we still haven't resolved the core issue. We need to determine the Great Sage Silvenia's true objective. Once we do, the matter of Velbrok's seal will become clear as well."

"For now, I'll investigate everything I can, but…"

Ayla stated firmly, "We can never put Taylee in danger."

"That… unfortunately, I can't guarantee. He is destined to live a difficult life."

"..."

"Isn't it better for me to tell you the truth rather than lie?"

"…Yes. It is."

Ayla nodded with a somber expression.

"Since you're acting tonight, we should discuss the details."

***

As the sun set, preparations began for the festival's grand finale.

Student assistants hurried to prepare the stage while student council members verified attendance.

Everyone gradually gathered in the central plaza to hear speeches from distinguished guests, watch large-scale performances, set off fireworks to light up the night sky, and conclude the Grand Crestle Festival.

As the festival's highlight, it drew immense anticipation.

Renowned bands were scheduled to perform, and influential figures from across the Empire—including the Saint and the Princesses—would be in attendance.

It was far too grand to be called a mere school festival. The students eagerly awaited the finale, knowing they might never witness something like it again.

Before nightfall, I needed to prepare equipment at the camp. Since the distance between the academy grounds and my camp was considerable, I headed back early to prepare thoroughly.

Yennekar was busy with the Spiritual Studies Conference. Lortel was occupied with Elte Company affairs, and Lucy was nowhere to be found. I was alone.

"Whew…"

Stars appeared as the sun fully set.

With most students heading toward the central plaza, the path back to camp was quiet.

The camp itself was silent as well. When I first settled there, surviving alone, that had been normal. But as more people began to visit and live there, such silence had become unusual.

Realizing this, I felt strangely emotional. The camp had become my home.

Yet once I graduated, I would have to leave it behind.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I gathered my dagger and magic engineering tools.

When I stepped outside my cabin, however, someone was sitting by the campfire.

"Ah, Young Master Ed. You're here."

The broad, sturdy figure was unmistakable—Yennekar's father, Orte Palerover.

"I heard the finale is at the central plaza. What brings you to my camp?"

"Kahaha. Of course I'm going to watch it. But since it's the last event, it feels different. Early tomorrow morning, Saila and I will head home. Today is our last day here."

Orte sat by the fire, leaves clinging to his clothes as if he had come through the forest.

He brushed them off and drank deeply from a mug.

"I wanted one last drink here—and to see you one last time."

"Where's your wife?"

"Saila and Yennekar are heading to the plaza. I'll be joining them soon."

So why had he come alone?

"Care for a drink?"

"I don't drink."

"Haha. Saila would love that. She always says she prefers men who don't drink—so I don't know why she married me."

Orte had come to see me one final time.

After a brief pause, I accepted the mug he offered.

"You don't need to force yourself. I can drink on my own. Kahaha."

"It's fine. Since this might be the last time we see each other for a while."

"I see. You're quite compassionate—even toward an uneducated man like me."

He gulped his drink and wiped his mouth with his forearm.

"I came to thank you. Not as the head of House Palerover, but as one man to another."

"I haven't done anything deserving of gratitude. Everything I did for Yennekar was necessary."

"Still, she benefited greatly from you. Burp—excuse me."

He apologized with a grin.

"I was blessed with a good wife and daughter. When I was young, I obsessed over work. As I grew older, I obsessed over raising cows. One day, my life reached a turning point."

His tone grew serious.

"I never lived with ambition or dignity like you nobles. I can't even read properly. Yet despite living such a life, I achieved something incredible—Saila and Yennekar."

"You've already lived a successful life."

"Yes. They're my greatest achievements."

Orte smiled softly.

"I know my place. I'm an uneducated commoner—an idiot who only knows how to work hard. I never rebel against those above me. But you, Young Master Ed—you've given us so much. Of course I'm loyal to you."

"That's embarrassing to hear."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. But…"

He took another sip.

"If someone makes my daughter cry, I won't forgive them."

His values were firm.

"I'll bow to merchants younger than me to make a living. But touch my family, and I won't hesitate—noble or royalty."

"…"

"I've seen nobles treat commoners like dirt. You endure it to survive. But family is different."

He smiled again.

"Still, it seems my Yennekar truly dislikes Lortel."

"A few difficult relationships are good to have in one's youth."

"…You're more open-minded than I thought."

"I can tell Lortel doesn't cross the line. But watching Yennekar hide things from us made me realize something."

He spoke quietly.

"She's grown up."

They had always known Yennekar carried secrets.

"It feels like yesterday she cried after falling at the ranch. Now she can summon a spirit the size of a house."

"I can't imagine."

"It doesn't feel like much. Just—wow, she grew up fast."

Orte finished his drink, then suddenly knelt and bowed his head.

"Even though my daughter still has much to learn…"

That was why he came.

"Please continue to guide her. There's little more I can do."

I closed my eyes briefly.

"She's the one helping me. Please don't bow."

***

My business with Yennekar's family ended there.

With that settled, I needed to focus on more pressing matters—helping Ayla read the Sage's Seal, resolving affairs with the Imperial Household, and ultimately subjugating Velbrok.

After checking my equipment, I headed toward the Education District. After attending the finale, I planned to move toward Trix Hall, where Ayla would be.

However, things did not go as planned.

"Emperor Kroel has summoned you."

I had encountered him often enough that we could almost be called acquaintances.

Selah's butler, Dest, spoke with his head lowered.

"It seems the contents of Princess Selah's letters have reached His Majesty."

"…What?"

I recalled Emperor Kroel's satisfied gaze during our last meeting—eyes that gleamed as if appraising treasure.

"It is a royal order."

-x-X-x-

[To you who survived.

At the end of that long journey, when your life was at risk at every moment, it may be very different from what you thought it would be.

However, what does not change is the fact that after enduring that difficult journey, at the end of the day, you are able to stand proudly.

Were you happy to have survived?

Or are you afraid of continuing to live a life of pain and anguish?

Have you found a reason for living?

Was it a life worth living?

What did you gain, and what did you lose?

Where did you succeed, and where did you fail?

How did those moments of joy and despair shape you?

Why are we so obsessed with continuing to live when we know it will all be futile in the end?

What is the reason to needlessly try to change one's journey when it already has a predetermined ending?

Why do we struggle unnecessarily just to survive?

This book is an agonizing record of that answer.]

Sage's Seal, Introduction — Silvenia Robester

***

"The finale of the festival will soon take place."

The senior aide entered the audience chamber, bowing his head as he spoke.

It was a temporary audience chamber prepared within the royal residence. Even so, it was just as grand as the one back at the Imperial Castle.

The royal residence where Princess Penia lived had many servants already familiar with royal etiquette. It didn't take them long to prepare accommodations suitable for the emperor.

Not only that, the audience chamber they prepared was also befitting Emperor Kroel's authority.

Emperor Kroel sat inside the room, gazing past the terrace. Stroking his long beard solemnly, he looked toward the school's steeple.

"The level of education here in Silvenia has improved far more than I expected. Compared to the first time we came here, it has developed tremendously. It's almost to the point where it doesn't look like the same place."

"The children have also surprised me. The level of students continues to grow every year. In the combat department, there are students who are already experts in swordsmanship. And in the magic department, there is even a student who can use ultimate magic… It truly is an institute worth investing in."

"Penia has also become much more independent. Even though it was a long journey, it was a good decision to come and visit here in person."

Emperor Kroel wore a satisfied expression before a dark shadow once again crossed his face.

Selah. Persica. Penia.

Ever since Lindon abdicated the throne, Emperor Kroel had been well aware of the conflict that would arise between the three princesses.

Back when Lindon was healthy, things had been much different. In some ways, they had been like a normal, loving family.

However, now Emperor Kroel was in a position where he needed to decide the next heir to the throne. That was the only way to end the conflict.

Even though Emperor Kroel was regarded as an incredibly wise and kind leader, he struggled to objectively judge which of his children was best suited for the throne.

Still, as a father, he was keenly aware of each princess's strengths and weaknesses.

Princess Selah possessed the leadership and charisma suitable for a monarch. She showed no hesitation in decision-making, acted swiftly, and trusted her own judgment—qualities necessary for a ruler.

However, she was arrogant, obsessed with status and authority, and had a strong sense of self-righteousness to the point where she never admitted her own faults. She also failed to respect those beneath her. There was a risk that she would walk the path of a tyrant rather than that of a wise emperor.

Princess Persica loved knowledge and had deep insight into academics. She was well-informed, politically adept, and able to take advantage of any opportunity presented to her. In that regard, she was similar to a shrewd merchant who always acted realistically rather than relying on possibility.

However, such an overly analytical mindset could easily lead to corruption. If she took the throne, there was a chance she would prioritize her own interests over those of the people. As someone unafraid of schemes and manipulation, the imperial household would likely become darker and more depraved under her rule.

Princess Penia was kind, always did her best to treat those beneath her well, and knew how to admit to and repent for her mistakes. She was an ideal monarch who listened carefully, thought of the people, and was neither bound by authority nor swayed by self-interest.

However, there was a high likelihood that she would be unable to maintain her authority and position. She was too understanding and empathetic toward others, and as an idealist, adapting to the harsh realities of politics would be difficult. Rather, she might become nothing more than a puppet, constantly torn between her ideals and the pleas of her aides to be realistic.

A strong conviction and perseverance befitting a monarch. Political knowledge and wisdom.

A heart that genuinely cared for the people without being swayed by authority.

A monarch who possessed all three qualities was exceedingly rare.

"Lindon…"

Staring at the spire as he whispered his son's name, Emperor Kroel shook his head. Clinging to what had already been lost would not improve the situation.

At that moment, Emperor Kroel bore the responsibility of choosing the next heir and raising them to become an ideal monarch.

That was necessary to preserve the peaceful dynasty his ancestors had worked so hard to maintain.

As a result, Emperor Kroel was considering appointing Princess Selah as his successor.

He had not yet fully decided, but it was fair to say this was his tentative conclusion.

Selah's arrogance could be tempered once her confidence was shaken by the experience of making mistakes.

Emperor Kroel was prepared to roll up his sleeves and personally correct her overly authoritarian and condescending attitude toward those beneath her.

Ultimately, the most important quality was the ability to control and lead the public as emperor.

Morality and compassion could be taught through education, but dignity and the capacity to rule could not. In a sense, they were innate.

Princess Selah's sense of dignity—both alluring and difficult to approach—was something Persica and Penia lacked. An aura that commanded attention wherever she went, making others feel insignificant in her presence.

She still had a long way to go, but at that moment, Princess Selah seemed the most suited to become emperor.

The problem was that Selah was not yet suited to be a perfect monarch.

As a father, Emperor Kroel was unsure whether it was right to think this way. Still, he believed her excessive self-confidence needed to be broken first.

Her arrogance could one day bring disaster to the Empire. To prevent that, he needed someone capable of properly educating her.

But where in the Empire could he find someone who could keep Selah under control?

Selah Einer Kroel was the first princess of the Kroel Imperial Family. From a young age, she had learned how to command others through authority and control crowds.

She bowed her head only to Emperor Kroel, and even that was solely because he held the power to choose the next emperor.

Emperor Kroel understood her ambition and thirst for power. The only way to shape her into an ideal monarch was to tear down her confidence once and make her yield.

If he did so himself, it would be meaningless. Submitting before the emperor was only natural.

So was there anyone else who could control Selah?

While Emperor Kroel agonized over that question—

"There are no further intelligence reports to present… However, I believe I should inform you of Princess Selah's recent actions."

"Selah?"

"Yes. During the day, she remains close to you, following your schedule. However, recently, she has been consistently communicating with someone else at night."

"She never told me anything. Communicating with someone in Silvenia while keeping it from me…"

"Yes. It is most likely related to the succession conflict. Shall I investigate further? How would you like to proceed?"

Emperor Kroel scratched his chin as he pondered.

Knowing that the three princesses were in conflict, he believed it was necessary to closely observe Selah's movements on Acken Island, where Penia resided.

He wanted his daughters' competition to remain healthy, yet with Selah's personality, he worried she might cross the line.

Assassination or crippling injury… Even if she wouldn't go that far, it was still possible she would cause lasting harm.

That thought deeply troubled Emperor Kroel, who loved all three of his daughters.

"Look into it."

And when the contents of Selah's letters—obtained through surveillance of her butler, Dest—were revealed, Emperor Kroel was left in shock.

***

"B-B-B-Brother… Y-Y-You're here…"

When I arrived at the royal residence, Tanya—who had also been summoned—was standing there, trembling.

"You're here too, Tanya? Were you summoned as well?"

"Y-Yes… I was suddenly called to the royal residence… I had just finished my work and was rolling around on the sofa when… this happened…"

"…Why are you trembling so badly?"

"Didn't you hear? Emperor Kroel himself summoned us. Since he called for both of us, it must be related to House Rothstaylor… I can't help but feel nervous knowing I'll be seated right in front of our wise leader."

I supposed that when she had to speak before large crowds or powerful individuals, she became excessively nervous.

At times she was reliable and dignified in the most difficult situations, yet at others she trembled in fear. I couldn't tell whether Tanya was brave or cowardly.

"Ed. You came alone. I thought you would bring someone with you."

Standing beside Tanya were Ziggs and several other student council members. As the student council president, she had brought others to accompany her to the audience.

"You're here too, Tanya? Were you summoned as well?"

"B-But this is strange, brother. Thanks to you, our relations with the Elte Company, the Telos Religious Group, and Princess Penia are good… I can understand those three, but I don't understand why Emperor Kroel suddenly summoned us… It's too unusual…"

"…This isn't because of me, Tanya."

"Liar! Don't lie to me! What kind of trick are you pulling to keep me stuck as student council president?! I—I can't bear any more power than this…!"

If someone else heard her, they might think she was acting spoiled and smack her on the head. Knowing her circumstances, however, I could only pity her.

"..."

"Ziggs, what if I stumble in front of Emperor Kroel? Will he look at me with pity? Or will he give me a cold look, as if I'm miserable and pathetic?"

"He'll probably laugh loudly and say, 'Even the reliable student council president has a human side.'"

"Why would he say that?! Why would he see me positively…?!"

"I've told you before. A person's position defines how they're perceived. When you're in a high position, small mistakes only make you seem more human."

Tanya sighed and wiped her face, her blonde hair curling around her shoulders.

"Anyway, since Ed was summoned as well, this likely concerns House Rothstaylor. Even though it has nothing to do with the student council, you dragged us along… I don't think that was necessary."

"You're always having a hard time because of my sister, Ziggs. Is Tanya giving you trouble lately?"

"No. I simply do my work as usual. If anything, the one struggling is Anise, whom you recommended last time. You should thank her again when you see her."

Ziggs spoke politely before gathering the other council members and signaling them to leave.

"W-Why are you sending everyone back?!" Tanya asked in alarm.

"If this were student council business, then yes. But this concerns House Rothstaylor. The council members aren't involved."

"B-But…"

"Isn't it excessive to involve them in personal matters? They're busy with their own lives."

"That… that's true."

Ziggs looked at Tanya with mixed emotions before sighing.

"Well, since you're here, I suppose there's nothing to worry about… Still, just in case, I'll accompany you as an advisor."

"You don't need to, Ziggs…"

"It's fine. I'll consider it part of my duty. I have time before picking up Elka from class."

Ziggs stood confidently with his arms crossed.

From Tanya's perspective, having an additional ally was reassuring. She sighed in relief.

"With my brother on one side and Ziggs on the other… that's reassuring enough."

Though there was little point in suddenly acting dignified after trembling moments ago.

"No matter what Emperor Kroel says, I'll respond with dignity…!"

"Are you interested in becoming engaged to my daughter Selah, Ed Rothstaylor?"

"…What?"

Inside the audience chamber, after brief greetings, Tanya's mouth fell open in shock at Emperor Kroel's words.

Ziggs, standing behind her, was equally stunned.

***

Selah had openly antagonized Duke Rothstaylor to the point where one might wonder if it was even acceptable. Few in history had opposed House Rothstaylor so relentlessly.

Because of Princess Selah, House Rothstaylor had lost much of its influence within the imperial household. Though still holding ducal status, it was on a path toward destruction within the next decade.

Emperor Kroel had carefully considered all aspects of uniting his daughter Selah with House Rothstaylor's eldest son.

Marriage would bring one of Selah's strongest enemies under her control, forcibly resolving internal conflict. It would also place House Rothstaylor under royal oversight, preventing future dissent and providing justification to restore its members to imperial service.

House Rothstaylor had served as close advisors to the imperial family for generations, constantly proving their worth.

Beyond politics, Emperor Kroel considered how Ed Rothstaylor himself might change Selah.

As a wise leader, he could accurately judge people.

The emperor's throne was a place of constant judgment—measuring worth day after day.

After the duel, when Ed Rothstaylor bowed before him, he had remained calm and composed.

Academically, he was a top student in the magic department. Politically, he was the eldest son of House Rothstaylor.

But more than anything—he had never once fallen for Selah, no matter how many times she tried to win him over.

Selah was accustomed to suppressing others through authority, winning loyalty with promises of reward and future glory.

Yet Ed had never wavered. To Selah, who had never failed to obtain what she wanted, he was like a ticking bomb.

He was necessary. With the emperor's backing, even Selah would be unable to control him.

Such a person was essential for shaping her into an ideal monarch.

"…I don't believe Princess Selah would welcome this."

"On the contrary, I believe she would be quite receptive."

He was clearly aware of the letters Selah had written.

Ed recalled Dest's words. Though loyal, the butler could not escape the emperor's influence.

Yet Emperor Kroel held a crucial misconception.

Selah wrote those letters not out of affection, but to conceal her schemes. Every word was false—she harbored no love for Ed Rothstaylor.

However, from Emperor Kroel's perspective, they appeared to be the shy feelings of a young girl.

"I thought I knew everything about my daughter… yet I never knew she had this side. I still have much to learn as a father."

"Pardon?"

"Never mind. Just speaking to myself."

Emperor Kroel cleared his throat and continued.

"The relationship between House Rothstaylor and the imperial family is long. I wish to discuss how marriage could clarify our political positions."

"I… see…"

"After your marriage, Selah will no longer attack House Rothstaylor. Please give this engagement serious consideration."

Checkmate.

With the emperor himself urging him, refusal was nearly impossible.

Even the eldest son of House Rothstaylor could not easily reject such an offer. Ziggs felt his blood run cold.

Princess Selah and Ed Rothstaylor engaged—news that would turn the academy upside down.

"Ed Rothstaylor. Based on your conduct, I believe you to be a decent man."

"I appreciate your words, but I am unworthy of such praise."

"Humility is admirable, but one must also know when to shine."

After stroking his beard, Emperor Kroel spoke decisively.

"Become engaged to Selah."

The first princess's fiancé—a direct path to immense power.

A dream position coveted by every noble and bureaucrat.

It would restore House Rothstaylor's lost authority and relieve Tanya of her burdens.

By all logic, it was an offer that could not be refused.

Slam.

At that moment, the audience chamber doors burst open.

"Father!"

Princess Selah rushed in, clutching the hem of her dress, out of breath from running.

"How could you do this without telling me?!"

Her eyes met Ed's.

"Father! How could you allow someone like him to share royal blood?!"

"Thank you for the offer, but I must refuse."

Before Selah could continue, Ed bowed and spoke.

The chamber froze.

"To share the sacred blood of the imperial family would be an unforgivable disgrace for someone like me."

A humble yet firm refusal.

"And becoming engaged to Princess Selah would be a betrayal of Princess Penia, to whom I have sworn loyalty."

"..."

"Loyalty is the foundation of honor. If I betrayed Penia for power, I would be nothing more than a parasite."

His calm voice echoed.

"I will cherish my loyalty until death. Therefore, I must reject your offer."

Selah was left speechless.

"You… rejected me?"

She had never been rejected in her life.

"That is not the case, Princess Selah. My status is simply too low."

"How dare you reject me?! You, the son of a dying ducal house…!"

She grabbed his collar, fury blazing—yet Ed's expression never changed.

"Why are your eyes always so calm?! I wrote those letters, swallowed my pride, yet you never wavered…!"

"His Majesty is watching."

Selah froze, realization dawning. She bowed hastily.

"I apologize for my disgrace, Father."

The chamber fell silent.

Yet instead of fury—

"Haha!"

Emperor Kroel laughed.

Satisfied.

Ed Rothstaylor—the man who influenced all three princesses.

"Ed Rothstaylor. I will make no further demands. However, I have another suggestion."

"I am contemplating which of my daughters should inherit the throne."

"It is natural to be concerned."

"You have met them all. I wish to hear your thoughts."

"After today's festival, shall we play a game of chess in my room?"

"I fear I lack the knowledge to discuss such matters…"

"Do not worry. I only wish to talk."

Princess Selah, head bowed, broke into a cold sweat.

And Ed Rothstaylor—standing beside her—was now seen in an entirely different light.

-x-X-x-

"Ziggs, what's with your expression?"

"Hm? It's nothing… I was just thinking about something…"

By the time Ziggs arrived at the student library to pick up Elka, the closing ceremony being held in the central square had already begun.

Since numerous splendid performances had been prepared, it was an event all of the students were looking forward to. Elka felt sorry that Ziggs had come to pick her up, since he probably wanted to see the closing ceremony.

Elka's asthma had been getting worse day by day. Her cough had become so severe that it occasionally caused bleeding.

To take care of Elka, who still wished to continue her studies, Ziggs had moved into her dormitory.

From Ziggs's point of view, that was simply the natural thing to do.

If he had never run into Elka while she was wandering through the grasslands, or if he hadn't been brought into House Islan thanks to her, he would never have been able to attend Silvenia Academy. If that hadn't happened, his talents would never have properly flourished.

Since he considered Elka his benefactor, taking care of her as her condition worsened was no problem for him.

In the first place, if it weren't for Elka, he would never have been able to attend Silvenia Academy.

"I've recently been thinking that I've lived quite a peaceful life…"

"I don't think that's something someone who lived their life running from giant wolves in the grasslands should say… And when you were in House Islan, there were always a multitude of incidents…"

"Listen, Elka… That much… can't even be considered an incident…"

"…What happened to you while working for the student council, Ziggs?"

"Well… A lot has happened…"

"…You're already busy constantly taking care of me. Isn't it too hard to be a part of the student council on top of that?"

"No, it's not hard. I'm doing it because I enjoy it."

It gave him extra points toward his grades, and being a member of Silvenia's student council was a great addition to one's résumé after graduating.

Since he couldn't live with House Islan forever, Ziggs viewed all of that favorably, knowing that he would eventually have to go off on his own.

"And… surprisingly, there are many good things that come with being close to power."

Ziggs escorted Elka as they walked from the student library down the hill.

"Good things…? Ziggs, have you developed a taste for power?"

"That's not it. Rather, it seems that having power is mostly troublesome… But being close to it allows you to witness some rather strange things up close…"

"What do you mean…?"

"Forget about it… Still, school life is quite enjoyable these days. If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't ever have had the chance to experience this."

"I wouldn't say that… This was all thanks to your ability and what you've accomplished here at Silvenia. You're the one who has been helping me while my condition worsens."

It was tiring for Ziggs to always respond that it was simply the natural thing for him to do, so he just smiled instead.

"Recently, you've been personally assisting President Tanya, right? How is it?"

"Well… What kind of person do you think she is, Elka?"

"Well, the rumors say that she's a great person… Something about how there's never been a president as great as her. What do you think, as her personal assistant? Is she worthy of such praise?"

"Hmm…"

Compared to his childhood, when he was chased by wolves across the grasslands, it didn't feel like things had improved all that much. That was because he was the one chasing after Tanya now. Still, he was glad that his life was no longer in danger.

Spending the day running around to catch Tanya and nursing Elka… Despite everything, it was a strangely pleasant feeling.

"I-If my older brother really married Princess Selah, then… The moment our house rises in status, my entire retirement plan would go up in smoke…!"

Ziggs was assisting Tanya as they left the royal residence, heading toward the central stage.

Seeing Tanya sigh as she scratched her head, it was as if she would rather die than work.

"My plans for retiring and enjoying a quiet country life almost ended in vain… I'm glad my brother refused…"

"Normally, people would be puzzled as to why he turned down such a good opportunity."

"We don't need power. What's the use of authority?! I just want to rest…! Rest, I say…!!"

A pathetic person who didn't want to work. An idiot who somehow stood at the head of her esteemed house. The moron who sat in the student council president's chair.

Some might have judged Tanya as such, seeing her behave in that manner.

However, after a brief silence, Tanya's immature and childish attitude faded away. She then spoke in a quiet, low-pitched tone, as if her demeanor had suddenly turned dark.

"I need to reconsider my plan to dethrone Princess Selah from her position by joining hands with House Callamore and House Bloomriver!"

At the end of the day, Tanya Rothstaylor was still the heir to House Rothstaylor and the student council president of Silvenia Academy.

Despite all her complaining and whining… she never showed any real weakness.

Watching Tanya's back as she walked with her head lowered, muttering to herself… it looked as if she were possessed by something mysterious.

"I'll have to keep watching to find out who will benefit House Rothstaylor more."

As they continued to walk, Ziggs caught a glimpse of Tanya's eyes beneath her lowered head.

"She's a really easygoing and pathetic person—to the point where you wonder if it's even okay."

As they walked downhill from the student library, Ziggs spoke while supporting Elka.

"Still, she's much more complicated than that."

In this world, there were countless people who acted easygoing and carefree. Most of them truly were joyful and relaxed individuals.

However, among them were some whose sharpened senses acted like daggers.

And they were terrifying.

Ziggs frowned as he spoke to Elka in a serious tone.

***

"Don't beat around the bush. What do you want?"

The ceremony held in the central square wasn't very long.

It consisted of performance highlights, closing remarks, and finally a fireworks display that would fill the night sky.

The fireworks were a tremendous spectacle, but everything else was simply highlights of performances that had already been shown throughout the festival.

There were a few new bands, plays, and demonstrations of magic as well, but… none of it caught my attention.

What occupied my mind was Princess Selah, who had followed me to the student square. She sat beside me on a bench, a frown etched across her face.

"I have never yielded to anyone to such a degree until now."

She flipped her bluish hair to one side, revealing her alluring shoulders—a gesture only someone confident in their appearance could make.

She wore a neatly fitted dress that exposed her bare shoulders. It was far more glamorous and refined than her usual attire. Since Princess Selah always appeared like the main character wherever she went, the outfit suited her perfectly.

Naturally, the surrounding students began to look our way.

Most continued heading toward the central square, but it was impossible to ignore the strange sight of the Empire's princess sitting beside an ordinary student.

"Look over there… Isn't that Ed?"

"L-Last time he was sitting with Saint Clarice. And now it's Princess Selah…?"

"I-It's my first time seeing Princess Selah in person… Why are those two sitting together…?"

Whispers and gossip spread quickly. I could barely breathe under the pressure.

After all, I was sitting next to a member of the royal family. I didn't dare act rude or disrespectful in public.

"Alright. I'll admit that you're worthwhile. I never thought my father would be willing to listen to you. I suppose you really are a crafty individual."

"That's not true. I was simply stating my opinion at the time."

"Do you think I would fall for such modest lies? Speak honestly. I will do my best to grant you what you desire."

Princess Selah spoke through gritted teeth.

Though she still maintained a dominant air, for her, it was as if she were lowering herself tremendously.

"I will do my best to grant you what you desire."

When she uttered those words, it felt as if her pride were being torn apart.

She was arrogance personified. Even now, she refused to bow her head.

No matter how much the world pressed down on her, she would never abandon the pride she held dear. To her, clinging to someone of lower status or asking for a favor simply did not exist.

Her unwavering convictions were enough to leave anyone in awe.

"I have gone out of my way and decided to fulfill everything you ask for."

"But I am not asking for anything in particular."

"Still… you say things like that…"

"No matter what happens, you can never be persuaded by my older sister Selah. This is not only for my political reasoning, but also for your sake, Ed."

"The only thing Selah longs for is what she can't have. And once she finally grasps something, she quickly loses interest and throws it away… That's why, to preserve your true worth, you must never yield to her."

Penia had given me that advice beforehand.

Watching Selah grow more desperate as she tried to appease me, I realized all the more that I could never give in.

But… how long did I need to keep this up?

At what point could I stop being stubborn and accept her offers? At what point could I believe that Selah had truly lost and surrendered?

Unfortunately, I had never been given an answer.

So all I could do was endure. That alone made sense—Selah was someone who would clearly show when she had truly reached her limit.

However, the situation changed drastically with Emperor Kroel's intervention.

The moment he acknowledged me as a crucial influence in the competition for the throne, Princess Selah was forced to suppress her pride.

Even so, as she ground her teeth, it was clear how humiliating it was for her to continue.

"I'll give you everything you want… Surely there's something you desire?"

"..."

"It's fine even if it's unreasonable… Just tell me…"

Even if she were on the brink of death, she would never lower herself to my level—or so it seemed. That was how resolute she was.

Her pride was so immense that the situation itself was infuriating to her.

"Isn't my offer sufficient? I know my father is already considering naming me the official heir. If there were someone who could raise my credibility even a little more… Father would surely finalize his decision…"

And the one who could seal that decision was me—Ed Rothstaylor.

The title of heir hovered just beyond her reach, whispering temptations into her ear.

Power. Ambition. Glory.

Those whispers weighed heavily upon Princess Selah, forcing her ever closer to bowing her head.

Apologize for her past actions. Promise a friendly relationship. Beg me to stand by her side just once.

Anyone else would have gladly bowed, pleading for my support.

However—

Even with glory and power nearly within her grasp, Princess Selah refused to bow her head.

Until the very end, she insisted on acting as though she were in control.

Even the emperor had been shocked by how unyielding her pride was. At that point, it was almost religious in nature.

"Or… I will… I… Do you truly think I would beg you…? I will never bow my head and ask you for a favor. I am Selah Einer Kroel, First Princess of the Kroel Empire."

"…"

"You should already know that I will never lower my head. Even if the position of heir is right before me… I will never bow to someone beneath me."

"Princess Selah."

I couldn't help it.

No matter what she said, I had to follow the plan I had already chosen. A single misjudgment could introduce unpredictable variables.

"I am loyal to Princess Penia."

At those words, Selah slammed the table and stood up.

"Again…! You speak her name again…! Just what do you owe that girl?! It's as if you truly love each other!"

"…It's not like that. I am not driven by such personal feelings."

"Then why are you so loyal to Penia?! Didn't I promise you everything?! Money, power, authority, positions within the imperial household—everything to elevate House Rothstaylor! I offered it all, yet you won't say a single good word about me to Father?! That level of loyalty is absurd…! I can't understand it at all!"

Princess Selah briefly lost her composure, her voice rising. Moments later, she forced herself to calm down, clenching her teeth.

She looked at me and said, "Alright… Do I simply need to lower my head and ask you for this favor…?"

"That's—"

"If I do that, will you abandon Penia and join my side? If so, you're truly perverse. Do you really want to watch my pride shatter?"

I shook my head, firmly denying it.

Yet Selah's expression only darkened.

"Then what will it take to pull you away from Penia?! Tell me what you want! If you wish, I'll even take care of Penia! So what is the problem?!"

"It's not what Princess Penia wants."

Selah froze, staring at me in disbelief as she wiped her face.

"Then when you meet my father… will you recommend Penia as the next emperor?"

"That is something I must consider later. As I've said before, I believe you are better suited to be emperor. However, I am moved by Princess Penia's ideals, and that is why I follow her. Loyalty does not always mean following power. While I may not be able to recommend Princess Penia, I will not lie. I need more time to think."

"Hearing that… only irritates me more…! I would rather you resent me, despise me, hate me…!"

Selah abruptly stopped speaking, realizing what she had just said.

Her pride had been wounded repeatedly, yet it had never been my intention.

To someone like Princess Selah, that realization was unbearable.

She clenched her teeth and placed her hands back on the table.

Her posture slackened slightly… she lowered her head… and thought deeply once more.

Each time the temptation of power forced her downward, her pride pushed back just as fiercely.

It had become instinct—something that would never allow her to bow.

Watching her struggle was painful. Unable to bear it, I stepped forward.

"Princess Selah. You don't need to go this far—"

"Shut up… Shut up…! That mouth of yours needs to shut up…!"

Her eyes glared at me with disgust and hatred.

"You're nothing more than the son of a dying ducal household… But me… do you know who I am? You understand the difference between us, don't you…? You know how powerful, noble, and extraordinary I am compared to someone like you…"

She spoke through clenched teeth… then forced herself to relax her arms.

And finally… she lowered her head.

"Please help me."

It was a sight no one in the imperial household would have believed—a scene that felt more like a dream.

"Please abandon Penia and support me instead."

I knew how much it cost Princess Selah to lower her pride like that.

Truthfully, seeing her go so far… accepting her offer wouldn't have been unreasonable. After all, I only needed the imperial troops to fight against Velbrok.

However… I already had a plan.

If I accepted her request, unpredictable variables would arise.

And honestly—how could I trust her?

Once she became emperor, there was no guarantee her attitude wouldn't change. My life itself could be at risk.

So regrettably, I couldn't accept her offer.

I clenched my teeth and said, "If I accept your offer, Princess Penia will be disappointed in me."

"Kyaaaaaaaaahk!!!!!!!"

Slam!

Princess Selah slammed the table as she sat back down, screaming.

***

"What in the world does that man want?"

To win someone over, one first needed to understand what they desired. As long as you could provide that, everything else would follow easily.

Yet no matter what she offered, Princess Selah could not win over Ed Rothstaylor.

If Father hadn't taken an interest in him, he would be nothing. So why was someone so lowly acting this stubborn?

Sitting beside Ed, Selah stared at him, clenching her teeth.

For her, nothing was more painful than lowering her pride and bowing to another.

Naturally, Ed understood that well. That was why she had shown him her utmost sincerity.

Yet even then, he continued to refuse. That alone astonished her. She had never encountered such a stubborn man.

Loyalty was supposed to have limits.

No human could completely escape logic and self-interest.

If you couldn't win someone over, it meant you had failed to understand what they truly wanted.

Even after I humbled myself… Even after I offered everything…?

To Selah, who had never bowed to anyone, revealing that side of herself was the greatest treasure imaginable.

But to him, it might hold no value at all. She understood that.

Still, she had tried for days.

Letter after letter, plea after plea—yet his resolve never wavered.

Was it truly possible that it was all due to loyalty alone?

The First Princess of the Kroel Empire had bowed her head, yet she still couldn't sway the heart of a mere son from a declining ducal house.

That realization tore at her heart. Discarding the pride she cherished above all else, only to gain nothing in return… the misery was unbearable.

It felt as though a blade were rising from the sea, poised to strike. Selah's heart pounded violently.

At that moment, she even began to doubt her own authority.

Everyone had psychological defense mechanisms.

When her pride shattered, she had to believe it had all been meaningless.

To protect herself, her thoughts twisted—something entirely human.

I went that far… But the reason… No… I would never lower myself for something so pathetic…

She refused to become someone who cast aside her beliefs simply to break another man's loyalty.

She needed justification.

Her thoughts warped to preserve herself.

The countless letters she had written over the past few days replayed in her mind.

Words of courtship. Desires to hold him close, to keep him by her side, to remain together until the end.

At last, she found her reasoning.

Whether it was true no longer mattered. Convincing herself was enough.

The human heart was capable of deception.

And the justification she found was love.

After all… she was only human.

I… really… with him…? That can't be… right…?

Selah slowly lifted her gaze toward Ed Rothstaylor.

A man she could never conquer, no matter how hard she tried. Steadfast. Reliable. Unyielding.

An unfamiliar warmth crept up her neck, flustering her.

Startled, she quickly lowered her head in shame. That couldn't be happening. She had spent her life manipulating others with ease.

Yet now, facing an unfamiliar feeling, Princess Selah sensed the terror of an impending fall—the fear of the unknown.

***

"When would it be best for you to meet with House Elpelan?"

"A week after the festival, once the situation settles. Though the sooner, the better."

"I understand. I will deliver the message, Princess Penia."

After giving instructions to her escort, Claire, Penia placed the letters from House Elpelan into her drawer.

She sank into the sofa, releasing a quiet sigh of relief.

Everything… is proceeding smoothly…

The proud Princess Selah would never be able to win over Ed. And as the delicate situation persisted, House Elpelan would remain uneasy.

However, when things appeared to be going well, one could never afford complacency.

Plans never unfolded exactly as intended.

"I don't believe there are any remaining variables… So it should be fine…"

Penia sighed as she looked over the many documents spread across the table.

The night continued.

-x-X-x-

After that, the war of nerves with Princess Selah continued for a while longer.

Even just before the closing ceremony began, she continued to chase after me. All I could do was repeat the same words over and over again.

"I'm sorry, but Princess Penia would be disappointed…"

"It wouldn't be what Princess Penia wants."

"I am unable to lie to Princess Penia."

"I will only move according to Princess Penia's will."

Penia, Penia, Penia, Penia.

I kept using her name as a shield to defend myself against Princess Selah's offers, to the point that I began to wonder whether it was really acceptable to act like this.

Princess Selah, who kept trying to steal me away, was left completely dumbfounded.

She placed the fan she was holding down onto the table and pressed firmly against her temples, frowning.

Her expression was strained and tormented. She was remarkably good at displaying desperation and frustration at the same time. I could only assume it was the result of her immense pride being worn down.

Still, I couldn't afford to let my guard down.

That was what Penia had warned me about countless times. The moment I gave in, my value would drop to nothing. I needed to remain firm and refuse her until the very end.

"No matter what I do, it seems far too difficult to persuade you. You're excessively devoted to following Penia's words."

Princess Selah spoke in a calmer tone.

More than ten minutes had already passed in the same repetitive exchange. It seemed things were finally reaching an end.

I nodded. Princess Selah sighed before speaking again.

"Then I have no choice but to speak with Penia myself."

"…Pardon?"

"You keep insisting that you will only follow Penia's will. In that case, wouldn't it make sense for me to convince Penia to have you cooperate with me?"

"Th-That doesn't sound logical at all."

Naturally, it didn't.

Even so, Selah sounded resolute, as though she was too exhausted to lower her pride any further.

"You seem confident in your loyalty, but are you certain that Penia herself will cherish you to the end and never let you go? I apologize, but stealing you from her would not be difficult for me."

"This is a critical moment in the competition for the throne. Princess Penia is not someone who would give up her allies to her opponent."

"That depends on what's being exchanged. And even if she hands you over, she won't lose House Rothstaylor's support. Tanya Rothstaylor is currently leading your house, and she will continue backing Penia. Taking only you wouldn't change much."

Before I could respond, Princess Selah added, "Isn't your goal to separate me from House Elpelan, anyway?"

That caught me completely off guard. I instinctively shut my mouth.

"Did you think I didn't know? I realized rather late that the head of House Elpelan was plotting something pointless. I assumed he intended to approach Penia and sell her some of my secrets… They should have waited until after I left the academy."

"..."

"From his perspective, I suppose it was unavoidable. After disappointing me during the festival, he must have felt cornered. Unfortunately, he misjudged the situation. Just as Penia knows me well, I know her just as well."

Princess Selah smiled intimidatingly. When it came to dealing with Penia or Persica, her confidence was even greater than usual.

"Penia isn't someone who accepts traitors. I suspect she merely wanted to push House Elpelan away from me, since they are a strong support. Even if House Elpelan attempts to support her, she won't accept them. Pathetic fools. Had they remained obedient beneath me, I would have taken care of them after ascending the throne."

"..."

"I don't need incompetent traitors. Losing House Elpelan's support may be inconvenient, but it's far better than carrying their dead weight. Penia will discard them as well, and they'll lose everything."

She was right.

Princess Penia was benevolent and accepted people regardless of status—but she would never tolerate betrayal.

Just as when Dune Grex attempted to join her side after betraying the Elte Company, only to be rejected without hesitation.

That was why she was always at odds with Lortel Kehelland, who embodied betrayal itself.

Her very existence contradicted Penia's ideals.

"I wouldn't want you by my side if you were the type to succumb to such trivial temptation. I only want absolute loyalty. Someone who will help me achieve my ambitions. You're concerned about your loyalty to Penia? That's something I can resolve after negotiating with her. I may incur losses bringing you over, but it will be worth it."

"…Princess Selah."

"What?"

"Don't you think this is counterproductive?"

"…What are you talking about?"

After organizing my thoughts, I spoke carefully.

"Rather than using me in your struggle for the throne, you're damaging your own standing just to have me. Doesn't that seem backwards?"

"..."

"Having me won't even grant you full support from House Rothstaylor. Politically, making such sacrifices doesn't seem wise."

"…Be quiet. Don't you know when to hold your tongue? How dare you speak so brazenly to me."

Princess Selah abandoned logic entirely as she raised her voice. She truly was someone incapable of admitting fault.

"It's none of your concern what I sacrifice. And the way you phrase it makes it sound as though I'm acting on personal feelings to steal you from her. That's absurd. Even as House Rothstaylor's eldest son, you're vastly overestimating your value."

"I know you don't have personal feelings for me. I feel the same, so there's no need to worry."

"…How dare you say you don't have personal feelings for me?"

"..."

Exhausting… She was far more draining than I had ever imagined.

"A-And you shouldn't put personal feelings above politics. How shallow."

"But… you're the one who did that first, Princess Selah."

"Your arrogance is limitless! You talk back constantly—how dare you! No one knows when feelings might develop. It's arrogant to assume otherwise. Don't say such things."

"Are you saying I should have personal feelings toward you…?"

"Watch your words! It's ridiculous how kindly you treat Penia instead of me. It's infuriating! And stop saying such strange things—it's driving me insane!"

Was I truly speaking with Princess Selah?

Either way, I had no intention of accepting her offers. It was time to end this conversation.

Fortunately, she did it herself.

"I have to attend the closing ceremony, so I'll leave first. I'll speak with Penia briefly, so don't meet my father until I return."

"But he ordered me to play chess with him immediately after the ceremony. I can't place that above Emperor Kroel's orders…"

"Who said you shouldn't go? I said to meet me before you do! Why do you hate meeting me so much?"

How could anyone enjoy meeting someone trying to devour them?

As if realizing what she'd said, Selah quickly added, "A-Anyway, next time we meet, I'll place you under my command."

"..."

"I've always been good at dealing with Penia and taking what I want from her. Do you really think you'll be any different?"

Having regained her composure, Princess Selah calmed her breathing and spoke casually.

"I'm sorry, but you're already mine. Next time, you'll lower your head to me. Kufufu."

***

"Never."

Princess Penia rejected her flatly.

They were in a luxurious room within the royal residence. Princess Selah had rushed there without attending the closing ceremony.

"…Did I mishear you?"

"If Ed Rothstaylor no longer supports me, the current student council president, Tanya Rothstaylor, will also withdraw her support. There is too much at risk. I cannot hand Ed Rothstaylor over to you."

"Haha… Penia. I've publicly opposed House Rothstaylor for years, yet you say without hesitation that they'd support me? There's no chance the rest of the house would agree."

"No. Tanya Rothstaylor will fight alongside Ed Rothstaylor no matter what."

Penia spoke confidently.

Selah knew her sister well—Penia was not someone who spoke recklessly.

"Even if you expelled your aides from the Rose Palace, relinquished direct control over the Imperial Knights, and stopped politically pressuring my allies, it still wouldn't be enough. At the very least… you would need to renounce your candidacy for the throne."

Selah would never do that. The throne had been her lifelong ambition.

"You've grown, Penia."

"You haven't changed at all, Selah."

"Why would that man support someone who blindly chases ideals with no sense of reality?"

"Because it's better than following someone as arrogant and self-centered as you."

"Haha… This is absurd… Ever since coming to Acken Island, the two of you have been chipping away at my pride…"

Her laugh held no warmth.

"I preferred it when you nodded obediently. You must've experienced much here."

"I know one thing for certain. I will never lose Ed Rothstaylor's support."

"Penia. Don't provoke me. Once I lose reason, I'll do anything."

"…This is strange."

Penia was confused by Selah's urgency.

"Are you really willing to sacrifice your position just to control Ed Rothstaylor? Politically, that's irrational."

"..."

"Is there another reason? What do you plan to do with him?"

"…Nothing in particular."

"Liar."

"He's just bothering me."

"What does that even mean?"

"Why should I explain myself? Even if there is another reason, why tell you?"

Selah frowned.

"Do I need justification to want him? Politics would be a bonus—but I want him."

"..."

"…Did I say something odd? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Selah… try thinking about what you just said."

Penia realized it then.

Selah was different.

Impatient. Unfiltered.

Not politically—but personally.

"…Selah… By any chance…"

"…Don't ask. I'm embarrassed enough."

Embarrassed.

The same Selah who had always looked down on the world.

Silence followed.

"This is ridiculous," Selah snapped. "We're royal candidates, fighting over one man. Shameful."

"You're the one who tried to steal him first!"

"This ends tonight. I came here out of mercy. Accept my offer."

Then—

"Father attempted to betroth Ed Rothstaylor to me."

"…That's absurd."

"You'll hear soon enough. Once I agree, Father's authority will force it."

"…What does Ed think?"

"Does that matter?"

She smiled.

"He's mine."

Her whisper followed.

"Once we're engaged, he'll come around."

"…Isn't this too extreme?"

"…Penia."

"You've lost your mind. Rationally, engagement isn't so simple."

"You're right."

Penia had grown sharp.

"But hearing it so bluntly wounds my pride."

"…Selah."

"If necessary, I'll get engaged. Divorce exists."

"…Don't lose reason."

"I'm calm. But you're wearing away my patience."

"You shouldn't have provoked me."

Penia warned her quietly.

"Ed Rothstaylor's connections are more dangerous than you realize."

"I recommend you don't proceed."

"Don't lecture me. Do you feel special now that he's loyal to you?"

"Selah…"

"Loyalty is fragile."

She whispered.

"I break hearts."

Penia couldn't deny it.

Selah possessed the innate qualities of a ruler—charisma, confidence, and dominance.

But—

Penia knew what it felt like to lose something precious.

Only then did she realize how much reassurance Ed gave her.

"You planned to separate me from House Elpelan," Selah said.

"I won't fall for such foolishness."

Then she stood and left.

"..."

Princess Penia remained seated, unmoving.

Silence filled the room.

-x-X-x-

The Imperial Library was, naturally, the largest in the Empire.

The Eastern Magic Tower's Library was known for its magic books. Silvenia Academy's Central Library was known for textbooks. The Holy Father Building's Library of Faith was known for its holy texts.

There were many libraries, each with its own specialty. However, in terms of the sheer breadth of its collection across numerous fields, nowhere could compare to the Kroel Imperial Library.

That was the main reason many imperial scholars chose not to leave the palace, why the Great Sage Silvenia chose to conduct her research at Lily Palace, and why the Kroel Imperial Family placed such importance on education.

The vast scale of Rose Palace made it feel as though an entirely separate mansion existed within it.

Inside were hundreds of bookshelves. In the circular main hall, some shelves were so tall that ladders were required to reach their uppermost levels. Reading tables and shelves were scattered throughout the hall, making it impossible to count the total number of bookcases.

There were dozens of librarians, all of whom had requested additional help due to the overwhelming workload. The sheer number of books under their care was staggering.

It was also the place Princess Persica had visited regularly ever since she was a child.

The greatest repository of knowledge in the Empire—she came every day, reading three to four books, studying subjects such as history, culture, religion, economics, geography, and magic.

Princess Persica had become more familiar with the library's layout than even the librarians who worked there. She knew every corner of it.

Slam!

It was already late at night, nearly dawn. The entire library was enveloped in darkness.

Princess Persica moved through the aisles, relying on the faint light of a candlestick.

She was not permitted to enter at this hour, and bringing fire inside was strictly forbidden due to the books.

However, ignoring those obvious rules, Persica pressed on, following the flow of magic emanating from the ring.

Her closest aide, Imperial Knight Commander Dylux, stood guard at the library entrance under her orders.

She had instructed him to prevent anyone from entering and to turn them away, regardless of who they were.

Even though those orders were not entirely justifiable, Dylux followed them without hesitation.

With a trustworthy guard standing watch, she had nothing to fear.

Persica continued deeper into the library until she reached the location indicated by Lindon's ring—a long-forgotten bookshelf tucked away in a corner of the vast hall.

It was a shelf reserved for books that were difficult to categorize or whose contents were obscure and hard to interpret. As a result, few people ever approached it, and it remained hidden in the shadows of the library.

Passing through the forest of shelves, she finally arrived at the innermost bookcase.

At that moment, Lindon's ring began to glow.

"..."

Persica swallowed hard, her throat dry.

The hand holding the candlestick trembled slightly, and her heart began to pound.

As she slipped the ring onto her finger, a brilliant energy surged forth from the bookshelf in the corner.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

It felt as though all light was being drawn toward a single point. In that instant, her vision twisted, as if caught in a whirlpool.

Subtle vibrations filled the space as magical power converged on the shelf. In the blink of an eye, the bookshelf vanished.

It had been nothing more than an illusion.

In its place stood a staircase descending into the depths below. Persica's heart raced.

The secret laboratory of the Great Sage Silvenia.

A completely hidden area, designed so that no one without the Crown Prince's ring could ever enter.

And the source of what had driven Crown Prince Lindon mad.

Persica felt panic rise within her.

Was it truly wise to descend those stairs?

Now that she had confirmed the laboratory's existence, perhaps she should turn back and report everything to Emperor Kroel once he returned.

As those thoughts surfaced, she shook her head sharply, casting aside such hesitation.

She did not know what lay hidden below, but she was certain it was something whose existence would have enormous consequences for the Empire.

And she alone had the chance to see it first.

Yet when she recalled Lindon's condition, fear crept down her spine. Even so, she knew she could not turn back now.

After all, it was merely a laboratory sealed away for hundreds of years. It was not as though something immediately dangerous would be waiting inside.

Princess Persica descended the stairs.

As she walked down into the absolute darkness, a strange sense of fascination welled up within her. How could someone create such an underground space without anyone ever discovering it?

Perhaps for the Great Sage Silvenia, such a feat had been trivial.

Lost in thought, Persica reached the bottom of the stairs. Before her stood a large wooden door.

Once she opened it, there would be no turning back.

She swallowed, her throat dry, and slowly pulled the door open.

Whoosh!

Persica nearly shut her eyes in shock.

The instant the door opened, lights flared to life throughout the laboratory.

Even after all these years, the magical engineering devices created by the Great Sage continued to function perfectly.

It was astonishing to see the interior illuminated the moment she stepped inside.

Magic-powered torches lined the walls, bathing the room in steady light.

"Th-This is…?"

Yet it was not as grand as she had imagined.

The space felt unexpectedly cozy. Wooden walls enclosed a room that was neither particularly large nor small—moderate in size, comparable to other private laboratories used by imperial scholars.

Tables throughout the room were covered with stacks of papers, books, and research journals written in Silvenia's own hand.

A blackboard along one wall displayed numerous theories and experimental formulas.

And at the center of the room rested a carefully preserved crystal ball.

Persica approached it cautiously, remaining on guard.

Every piece of research left behind by the Great Sage Silvenia was considered an invaluable treasure, subjected to rigorous study and analysis.

The fact that such records lay piled throughout the room made the scene priceless to any scholar.

Persica, who cherished knowledge herself, understood just how extraordinary it was.

Any damage would be an immeasurable loss to humanity. Moving carefully, she crossed the laboratory toward the crystal ball at the center.

She recognized it immediately.

It was a Recording Crystal, a tool commonly used among scholars.

Such devices stored organized knowledge for later recall, but they were notoriously inefficient, prohibitively expensive, and difficult to operate.

For someone like Silvenia, however, using such a device would have been effortless. Still, given the vast amount of knowledge she possessed, it would have been far more efficient to record her findings with ink and parchment.

Indeed, most of her research had been preserved in written form.

And yet, she had deliberately left behind this Recording Crystal.

This was likely the core of Silvenia's lifelong research.

It was almost certainly the ultimate compilation of everything she had discovered.

No one could encounter it and simply walk away.

Perhaps this was what had driven Lindon to madness.

With that thought, Persica steeled herself and placed her hand upon the crystal.

And what flowed into her mind were the future records Silvenia had observed through Celestial Magic.

The world advanced endlessly, branching into infinite possibilities.

A future that diverged, converged, and expanded without limit was not something a human mind should ever observe. The sheer number of possible timelines and outcomes was immeasurable.

That was the theory Silvenia had proposed.

Yet theory and reality were not always aligned.

The Great Sage, who had reached the pinnacle of Celestial Magic and acquired the power to defy the world's providence, had confirmed one final truth.

Before her exile to Acken Island, the last discovery she made within the imperial household was—

A cliff.

No matter how many possibilities she examined, no matter how many futures she traced… there existed a point beyond which the future ceased to flow.

Like a vast cliff at the end of the world, beyond which stretched only endless darkness.

The end of all things.

After recording this revelation within the crystal, Silvenia smiled.

Beside her, Prince Lienfell watched the results in silence, his pupils trembling with fear.

Before such overwhelming terror, human reason could not remain intact. When faced with a disaster that seemed impossible to resist, surrender felt inevitable.

As though it were a decree of the world—or perhaps the will of God itself.

The message was clear: the world would end there.

No reason. No method. Only the certainty that one day, the countless futures ahead would be severed, plunging everything into darkness.

Even so, Silvenia did not succumb to fear.

Instead, she murmured softly, as if declaring defiance against both God and the world.

"No matter what, I will survive."

In deserts devoid of food, in blood-soaked battlefields, in lightless underground depths, and upon endless seas—humanity had always endured.

Through struggle, someone had always found an answer and lived on.

"This is fun!"

There was only a thin line between a great individual and a mad one.

As if to prove it, Silvenia smiled brightly even as she stared into absolute despair.

The eyes of the extraordinary Great Sage—one who would never be replaced—shone brilliantly as she gazed toward the sky.

***

The Grand Crestle Festival was held once every four years.

It was the time when the greatest number of people gathered on Acken Island to visit Silvenia.

On the final day of the festival, the grand closing ceremony was underway.

As if symbolizing Silvenia's golden age, thousands of people filled Acken Island, drinking, chatting, and celebrating.

Seen from above, the island would have resembled a radiant jewel shining in the darkness.

With the festival reaching its conclusion, everything was more extravagant and luminous than ever.

Mexes Bridge, which connected Acken Island to the mainland, was lavishly decorated.

Merchants gathered on the bridge, sharing drinks along the route that had served as Silvenia's gateway for decades.

Passing through rows of vendor stalls along the bridge led visitors to the grand gates of Silvenia, adorned in splendid fashion.

After brief formalities, one would arrive at the entrance square, directly connected to the commercial district.

The square itself was modest in size. Visitors and merchants lounged beneath glowing lights, eating and drinking as they relaxed.

Many outsiders who came during the festival had no connection to Silvenia Academy. They were people of humble status, simply enjoying the atmosphere provided by the school.

From the entrance square to the narrow alleys of the commercial district, the area overflowed with laughter, food, and drink.

Following the main marble road led to the education district used by students and faculty.

Beyond that lay the road to Ophelis Hall, located not far from the commercial district.

Within Ophelis Hall, maids bustled about preparing food. Head Maid Bell Maya oversaw their work, issuing instructions to ensure the students enjoyed the festival to the fullest.

In the rose garden before Ophelis Hall, an orchestra performed while students who had skipped the student square gathered to chat.

Compared to the lively entrance square, Ophelis Hall exuded a more refined and aristocratic atmosphere.

Meanwhile, at the royal residence, Emperor Kroel and Princess Penia remained behind, choosing not to attend the closing ceremony at the student square.

Though it was an event they would normally attend, they believed their presence would disrupt the festive mood.

As it was the final night, Emperor Kroel wished for the citizens and students to enjoy the celebration without restraint.

When the sun rose the next morning, he would depart Acken Island by carriage. Before that, he wanted one final conversation with his daughter.

Princess Selah, on the other hand, rode in a carriage toward the student square. This was her last opportunity to win Ed Rothstaylor to her side.

Along the way, she saw streets filled with revelers, visitors and residents alike drinking and singing beneath the vibrant lights.

Fireworks burst repeatedly over Silvenia Academy, bathing the campus in warm brilliance.

Yennekar Palerover had dragged her parents to a corner of the student square. Orte drank merrily as Saila crossed her arms, scolding him. Despite her complaints, laughter soon followed.

Though she had been exhausted and frustrated at times, Yennekar ultimately gave in to the festive mood, smiling as she gazed at the fireworks blooming overhead.

Lortel Kehelland busied herself managing her employees in the commercial district. It was the final chance to capitalize on the festival's surge in sales, leaving her scarcely a moment to rest.

Yet when she glanced toward the illuminated sky above the student square, she felt an unexpected pang of nostalgia. At heart, she was still a student.

Lucy Mayreel sat atop the roof of Trix Hall, staring blankly into the sky.

The school looked entirely different—noisy, vibrant, alive. Though she preferred quiet nights, this view had its own charm.

Still, she was disappointed that the fireworks drowned out the stars. Chewing on jerky, she kicked her legs idly, enjoying the cool autumn breeze.

Saint Clarice knelt in prayer within the chapel. Her schedule during the festival had been relentless, leaving her utterly exhausted.

Even so, the distant cheers brought her a quiet sense of fulfillment. She looked forward to returning to her life as Kylie Eckner.

Ziggs Eiffelstein guided Elka toward the student square. Though most performances had ended, spending the final moments together felt worthwhile.

Clevius Nortondale leaned against the outer wall of Obel Hall, gazing toward the center stage alone—until Elvira appeared, grabbed him by the ear, and dragged him into the crowd.

Tanya stood upon the center stage of the student square.

After her closing speech as student council president, everyone would look up together to witness the grand finale of fireworks.

As far as the eye could see, Silvenia was alive with celebration.

Tanya inhaled the night air and slowly closed her eyes.

At that moment, everyone looked up at the blazing fireworks overhead.

Daike Elpelan sat alone at the Combat Department's training grounds, wrapped in bandages.

Trayciana Bloomriver arrived at the student square, removing her robe.

Anise Haylan exited Trix Hall with a stack of documents.

Professor Kaleid lay drunk by the roadside as Assistant Professor Cleoh struggled to support him.

Deputy Headmistress Rachel sat alone in her office, watching the fireworks through her window.

Countless students and faculty gazed skyward from wherever they stood.

For a fleeting moment, peace filled every heart, warm and gentle.

Such was the magic of a festival.

Peace bloomed most brilliantly when one was least aware of it.

Unaware of the tranquility they felt, people laughed, chatted, ate, and drank.

Ed Rothstaylor, seated in the student square, also looked up at the sky.

He understood the value of peace more deeply than anyone.

Closing his eyes, he immersed himself in the moment.

If he did not close his eyes, he would not be able to enjoy it.

That was peace.

Whooooosh!

A towering column of water surged upward. Those watching could not comprehend what they were seeing.

Splash!

Seawater cascaded down like rain, revealing enormous reptilian feet beneath it.

They stood beside Mexes Bridge.

For decades, the bridge had been the sole land route between Acken Island and the mainland. Connected to Zahul's Frontier Territory, it served as a vital trade artery.

Because of this, land travel was far more common than sea travel for visitors.

Thus, Mexes Bridge functioned as Acken Island's primary gateway.

Though a pier existed, it was too small to accommodate large ships.

Now, massive scaled feet emerged from the sea beside the bridge, glowing faintly red beneath the fireworks' light.

The merchants nearby screamed in terror.

Before anyone could understand what they were witnessing—

Booom!!!!!

In a single strike—

Mexes Bridge, steeped in decades of history, collapsed like a toy.

***

Thud!

"H-Huff…!"

"P-Princess Persica?! What happened?!"

Princess Persica burst from the library, drenched in sweat and barely able to stand.

She collapsed into the arms of Imperial Knight Commander Dylux the moment she entered the corridor.

"R-Right now… Gather all available troops… No matter their affiliation, assemble every soldier of the imperial household immediately! Do not leave a single one behind…!"

The man from Cledric Monastery.

Ed Rothstaylor's words echoed in her mind.

Coincidence—or necessity?

She did not know yet. But it was far too precise to dismiss.

Ed Rothstaylor knew something. Perhaps it was connected to the future Silvenia had foreseen.

"P-Princess! You cannot issue such orders—the authority to command the troops—!"

"Neither Father, Selah, nor Penia is present. That authority falls to me."

"You cannot claim such power arbitrarily! If this is deemed reckless—"

"Dylux. I will bear full responsibility. If this is judged an abuse of power, I will accept the consequences. So stop arguing and follow my orders. Right now."

"Princess Persica… This could be considered defiance of imperial authority…"

"Then gather those who will follow me! Every one of them! Whether I am punished or exiled, I will face it!"

With Dylux's support, Persica forced herself upright.

"Gather as many soldiers as possible. Immediately… We are going to Acken Island…!"

***

Boom!

Amid the fireworks over Acken Island, another explosion rang out.

At first, it was mistaken for part of the celebration.

Moments later, the royal residence trembled violently.

"Tremble…"

Emperor Kroel and Princess Penia gripped the armrests of the sofa.

"Are you injured, Father?"

"No… I am fine. But why must such a thing happen on a night of celebration…?"

As he prepared to summon a servant—

Bang!

Princess Penia's escort, Claire, burst into the room.

"Claire…?"

Her breach of protocol would normally warrant punishment, but her expression left no room for reproach.

"Your Majesty… Mexes Bridge—the only land route off Acken Island—has collapsed. The logistics bridge beneath it has also been destroyed."

"Wh-What…?"

Acken Island was now filled with influential figures beyond count.

With the land route gone, evacuation would not be easy.

Something was happening on Acken Island.