Chapter 117, Don’t Touch (7)

Translator: Hedge

Editor: Lizzz

 

A little before news arrived that someone had fallen into the trap.

 

Dmirea, who was leaning against a window filled with rather languid sunlight, put strength into her fingers.

 

*Rip!*

 

The letter in her hand turned into pieces with a crisp sound.

 

This was already the fourth one.

 

It was a threatening letter delivered from Marquis Evan Beurisen.

 

She could tell what the contents would be without even looking. Therefore, Dmirea had been tearing up his letter-envelopes and all. After all, by this point, even the sender would not expect the contents written to be read.

 

Then Dmirea, who saw the word ‘grandfather’ written on the torn letter, frowned. It seemed to contain something about how worried he was about his blood relative as Plants’ grandfather, asking her to send Plants back now.

 

“How ridiculous.”

 

[Grandfather, indeed.] Dmirea knew very well how Marquis Beurisen regarded his blood relatives.

 

At the very displeased-sounding voice, Hina, who had come into Dmirea’s study to read books together, looked up.

 

‘Again, that place?’

 

“Yes. Seriously. He’s worse than my puppy older brother.”

 

The ‘puppy older brother’ naturally referred to the dog called Ian in Siegfried Territory. While Sleiman, Seri, and even the Baby Elephant called the puppy by his name without any trouble, Dmirea could not do so. Else, she would end up having one more puppy older brother by mistake.

 

Anyway, Dmirea’s words meant that Evan was worse than a dog.

 

Hina laughed briefly at the cute expression that did not suit such a harsh curse. Seeing this, Dmirea smiled softly. She knew it was because of the phrase ‘puppy older brother’.

 

“No matter how free-spirited father’s personality is, I don’t understand why he named him Ian as well.”

 

Dmirea said, recalling Sleiman who had named the puppy. Then, as if remembering the white cat she had seen recently at Chermil, she spoke again.

 

“Then again, I guess he might be better than Prince Kalian. His Highness did not even give the cat a name at all.”

 

But Hina, who heard Dmirea’s words, opened her eyes wide and shook her head from side to side.

 

‘On purpose, he doesn’t name it.’

 

And then, with the purest smile that no one else in the world could show, she moved her hands again.

 

‘If it has a name, it would be difficult for me to call the cat.’

 

She meant that if it had a name, she would have to spell out the name letters with her hands to call it, so he did not give it a name so she could just call it ‘cat.’

 

Of course, Kalian had never personally stated why he did not name the cat. Everyone just said it was because Kalian was not being attentive to the cat. However, Hina believed her guess was the correct reason.

 

Thanks to this, Hina recalled the cat’s uniquely long name and laughed again.

 

* * *

 

He did not bother to say why he trusted Plants.

 

He did not bother to ask why Plants trusted him either.

 

They were not brothers close enough to have such conversations.

 

Regardless of the reality, they were both thinking the same thing.

 

Anyway, Kalian, who believed Plants would handle it, called Plants, and Plants set Kalian’s trap for him.

 

Finally, a beast had fallen into that trap.

 

“There were those who examined the vicinity of this mansion and Marquis Beurisen’s Family and returned.”

 

Plants, hearing the message delivered by Dmirea, nodded slightly. Dmirea, who looked around the room, asked.

 

“Where has the Third Prince gone?”

 

“To see the horse.”

 

Since Kalian was not in the bedroom where he should be and Plants was sitting there, she naturally questioned where the injured Prince was. Plants answered briefly, thinking of Kalian who would be at the stable, then opened his mouth again.

 

“I will…”

 

Plants, who was about to say he would deliver the message when Kalian returns, closed his mouth. He had seen Kalian walking from afar. Therefore, Plants simply raised his hand and pointed toward Kalian without any more words, then went back into the room.

 

Dmirea, who smiled softly at Plants’ retreating figure, repeated the same words to Kalian once more.

 

Kalian, who had come up after checking on Raven, who had probably been more startled than Ian, nodded with a smile at Dmirea’s words.

 

“Thank you. You’ve worked hard.”

 

He fell into thought for a while with his eyes cast down.

 

“They seemed to have cleaned up their comrades’ corpses without tracking your traces. They say no suspicious individuals were found near Siegfried mansion when Your Highness visited.”

 

“Right. Secritia’s spies also said they did not encounter them, so that should be the case. Of course, they might have known I was here by following my traces but just could not approach.”

 

“If that were the case, they might have deliberately revealed themselves this time.”

 

Kalian nodded and answered.

 

“Right. It could be a trap to get me out of here. Anyway, what’s important to me is meeting them again. Whether it’s a trap they made or mine they fell into doesn’t matter. Besides, I’m not planning to go alone this time.”

 

Kalian called a trustworthy Mage to Siegfried mansion to accompany him to where they would be.

 

“When you return to the Palace this time, just know that both Princes will be spending a cozy time with Prince Randel.”

 

And that Mage said such a terrifying thing as soon as he saw Kalian.

 

Meaning neither of them would be able to leave the Royal Palace.

 

It would not be as severe as Randel, who had to stay only within Chermil, but anyway, going outside would absolutely not be permitted for a while.

 

This was to be expected for Kalian, and Plants, who had left the Palace almost without permission without even notifying his attendant.

 

Kalian smiled, thinking of Plants who had only suffered damage for no reason. It was not that he did not feel sorry, but he thought Plants would not mind much. After all, unless Kalian dragged him out, Plants had no reason to leave the Royal Palace.

 

Therefore, Kalian set his guilt toward Plants aside for a moment and spoke to Allan, who was quite angry.

 

He already knew well how to calm Allan’s anger.

 

“It’s good to see you, Master.”

 

At those words, Allan, who glanced at Kalian briefly, let out a short sigh.

 

His lovely Disciple was grinning brightly. How could he prevent his lips from turning upwards after seeing that?

 

“…Yes. It’s fine as long as you’re safe.”

 

So, Allan, whose anger had finally subsided, looked at Kalian, who was dressed as if he was about to going out, and asked.

 

“Are you planning to go together?”

 

“Were you planning to go alone, Master?”

 

Kalian responded as if it were obvious, then looked at Dmirea standing beside him.

 

Kalian, who failed to pay attention to Dmirea’s mental shock at how the Third Prince was acting spoiled in front of Allan, opened his mouth.

 

“My older brother is surprisingly quite weak, so please take good care of him. Duke Siegfried will come soon though.”

 

“Understood.”

 

It was difficult to gauge what ‘weak’ was from a Sword Master’s perspective, but Dmirea nodded as if to say not to worry.

 

Soon, Kalian pulled a black hood over his head.

 

It had already gotten dark outside. And now it would not be a major issue even if people saw him again. So, covering this much would be enough.

 

Allan’s face clearly showed an expression of concern that his injuries had not fully recovered. From Allan’s perspective, just like how Kalian viewed Plants, the current Kalian was just a boy who knew how to use a sword.

 

Kalian looked at such an Allan and spoke.

 

“Master will protect me properly. But I don’t want to just sit still and watch.”

 

“Are you openly saying you’ll be a burden?”

 

“Yes. That’s right. But I’m planning to follow along and just watch.”

 

Allan answered with a pleasant smile.

 

“Do so then.”

 

* * *

 

Euria’s Mages left no traces.

 

Chase’s birds moved with silence.

 

Therefore, ‘he’ only realized things had gone wrong after Allan Manasil suddenly appeared in front of the building.

 

It was not that ‘he’ had not expected Allan to personally make a move. It was just that Allan’s movements had escaped ‘his’ notice.

 

“I cannot handle him.”

 

‘He’ was different from Marquis Evan Beurisen.

 

‘He knew well that the power of the Circle Allan possessed was not just adding 1 to the number 6.

 

Therefore, ‘he’ moved very quickly.

 

When Allan, with an extremely calm expression, placed his hand on the door of the small building, ‘he’ had nine people escape. After sending them through the secret passage, ‘he’ also succeeded in completely destroying the passage.

 

*Ding.*

 

At the same time ‘he’ returned to ‘his’ position. There, a sharp-eyed Mage with long silver-red hair loosely tied to the back of his head entered the building.

 

*Step step…*

 

‘He’ understood that the slowly approaching footsteps were the sound announcing the end of ‘his’ life. Therefore, instead of drawing ‘his’ sword, ‘he’ adjusted ‘his’ monocle.

 

And then,

 

“Is there a book you’re looking for?”

 

‘He’ asked.

 

* * *

 

Allan did not answer immediately.

 

As Allan closed the shop door and took one more step inside, the windows, doors, walls, and ceiling of the shop all began to resonate at once.

 

All the barriers installed in the shop moved by themselves.

 

The door locked, shutters came down, and the glass windows in the ceiling were blocked.

 

‘He’ quietly closed ‘his’ mouth.

 

It was not something ‘he’ had done.

 

The one who had turned the entire shop into a cage to trap ‘him’ was, naturally, Allan.

 

Allan, who had been standing some distance away from ‘him’, took one more step and disappeared. Immediately after, a leisurely voice was heard from behind ‘him’.

 

“Not a book, but I have something to ask.”

 

‘His’ hands began to tremble.

 

It was fear.

 

After enduring the fear that seemed to freeze ‘his’ heart, Allan’s body disappeared. And appeared in front of ‘him’ again.

 

“I heard that even though Debeullan is snake-like, he cherishes his son dearly. With his only son in the Royal Palace, he wouldn’t do such things.”

 

Allan, who said this while staring into ‘his’ eyes, opened his mouth again.

 

‘He’, who was listening to Allan’s words, tried to take a breath.

 

‘He’ was trying to bite the poison in ‘his’ mouth.

 

At the same time, a *snap!* sound came from Allan’s hand.

 

Gravity acting on ‘him’ increased momentarily.

 

‘His’ movement stopped.

 

With the feeling that every muscle would sink into the ground, ‘he’ could not move. ‘He’ only barely managed to turn ‘his’ eyes to look at Allan.

 

Above Allan’s hand, a red sphere about the size of a human eyeball was created. It looked like flowing lava trapped inside a glass marble.

 

‘He’ knew very well what it was.

 

A power of fire that compressed unimaginably powerful flames.

 

A power of fire that, if it even grazed someone, would use the person’s body as fuel and burn until it melted the bones, never extinguishing. This was something only Allan Manasil could use in this world, the Seventh-Circle Spell, Flame Sphere.

 

Allan sent it down below the shop floor. The sphere passed through the floor without piercing it and disappeared.

 

Allan’s quiet voice rang in ‘his’ ears.

 

“You know who I am, yet you try to use poison in front of me.”

 

Above Allan’s hand, who detested poison of any kind, a second Flame Sphere appeared.

 

A terrible scream was heard from far away.

 

Blood vessels appeared in ‘his’ eyes.

 

Seeing this, Allan still spoke in a quiet voice.

 

“One person died. Just one person, so think carefully.”

 

‘He’ glared at Allan without answering.

 

There was no sign of spitting out poison, which was the same as saying ‘he’ would not tell Allan what he was curious about.

 

Allan did not wait for an answer.

 

The second Flame Sphere fell from Allan’s hand. And Allan spoke again with the gentlest smile ever.

 

“I’m not as soft as my Disciple.”

 

Another scream followed.

 

A third Flame Sphere appeared.

 

“…White Hawk.”

 

Allan looked into ‘his’ eyes and called the name that had once been ‘his’.