Chapter 33, The Roses Will Bloom Soon (6)

Translator: Hedge

Editor: Lizzz

 

“Have you met the Kyrie Siblings, Master?”

 

Eleven.

 

The eleventh banana disappeared into Kalian’s mouth as he asked this question, and another banana peel joined the pile next to the bed.

 

When he heard that Sillike had barged in without warning and rushed over in concern, Allan found that Sillike was already gone, and his Disciple, who had awakened after a week, was peacefully eating his eleventh banana.

 

As a result, his worries disappeared, and anger welled up from the physical and mental torture he had endured because of Kalian.

 

Therefore, Allan, who had been contemplating whether it would be acceptable to give this ‘precious’ Disciple a trashing, responded with a blank expression.

 

“Yes.”

 

Kalian nodded at those words and picked up the next banana. Seeing his behavior, it seemed like he had no intention of explaining anything about those unique Siblings unless asked. Thus, Allan finally could not contain his curiosity, and he set aside his anger for a moment, to ask while casting Silent.

 

“Are they children you had a connection with in your previous life?”

 

“Only Kyrie. Not Hina.”

 

Allan had always been quick-witted. He nodded without needing to ask more. Then, with an expression that seemed to say ‘surely not,’ he opened his mouth again.

 

“Then perhaps, I believe you are unaware that girl, Hina, was a healer?”

 

Kalian’s head, full of bananas, moved up and down.

 

Allan’s eyebrows rose.

 

“So, you’re saying you recklessly purged the poison in your body, believing solely in the power of the Boon of Syspanian?”

 

After swallowing what was in his mouth, Kalian said with a very satisfied expression.

 

“The bananas are delicious.”

 

[Of course they were delicious. It was only natural.  How could something not taste good when eaten after nearly dying!?] Allan tightly clenched his fist and let out a deep breath. He was holding back. Regardless if Kalian was his Disciple, he was still a Prince.

 

“I was surprised to hear it too, Master. That she was a healer.”

 

“You only need to know that you woke up quickly because of it.”

 

When Allan responded coldly, Kalian said in a refreshing voice.

 

“I feel so refreshed because of it.”

 

At those words accompanied by a bright smile, Allan’s barely maintained rationality finally snapped.

 

“Don’t say things like… ‘refreshed.’ Thanks to what you did, you were laid in bed for a whole week. How could you even think of neutralizing the Boon of Syspanian with another far stronger poison?”

 

Who else in the world could speak like this to a Prince of Cyries? Kalian, who had been staring at Allan with a blank expression, laughed for a while before answering.

 

“It had to be serious enough so that Sillike could not insist it was staged.”

 

“Staged? No one could think of it that way.”

 

Just thinking about it made Allan dizzy.

 

He had thought Kalian would have simply put on a good show, vomit some blood to prove that he had been poisoned.

 

However, Kalian could not open his eyes for a week. He really took deadly poison, that spread while his insides were already damaged from the poison he had been consuming for over two months.

 

“If Hina hadn’t been a healer, who could heal, or if she had not happened to visit on Tuesday, you would still be asleep.”

 

Not only that.

 

Even Allan felt chills down his spine when he learned that Kalian had waited for the right day, all while enduring his insides being dissolved.

 

Now, this ruthless boy was consuming his fifteenth banana. It seemed like he was filling up a week’s worth of fasting with bananas.

 

“Still, I did my part as soon as I woke up.”

 

Kalian, still pale from anemia, smiled again while mentioning his settlement with Sillike.

 

Finally sighing as if giving up, Allan unconsciously frowned. It was because he felt a corner of his lip being sore. Seeing this, Kalian asked.

 

“But Master, why is your face like that? Did you fight?”

 

“There was such an incident. Don’t worry about it.”

 

Allan’s expression contorted at Kalian’s words pointing to his lip.

 

[How could someone who only sits at a desk, throw such sharp punch?]

 

Since there were circumstances about his split lip, which he absolutely did not want his Disciple to discover, Allan quickly took something out from his chest and gave it to Kalian to divert attention. It was the knife Kalian had entrusted to him and two rolled-up pieces of parchment.

 

After putting the knife under his pillow, Kalian unfolded the parchment and asked.

 

“What is this?”

 

“I prepared it since you said you needed new identity verification for the children.”

 

Kalian brightened and checked the contents.

 

“Come to think of it, I had forgotten to ask you about it because I was too focused on this incident.”

 

“The Baby Elephant spoke on your behalf, so it’s fine.”

 

Nodding his head while checking the documents, Kalian opened his mouth with a surprised expression.

 

“But this… exceeded my expectations.”

 

“There won’t be any trouble because of those two’s new identities.”

 

Rather than the identity verification documents Kalian had intended to request from Allan, they were proper identification papers. The Kyrie Siblings were now listed as commoners who had resided in the Hwiteurin Territory owned by Kalian. They had been made to appear as if they were residents of Kalian’s territory from birth.

 

There was also one more thing.

 

A melancholic smile appeared on Kalian’s face as he examined the certificates.

 

“Ah, I hadn’t even thought of this.”

 

It was because of the Siblings’ names written on the certificate.

 

‘Kyrie Bern, Hina Bern.’

 

Kalian turned his eyes to look at his Master, who had brought back a name that had disappeared from the world. Allan spoke as if it were nothing special.

 

“You said they needed surnames, so I told them. It did seem like they were not children just you happened to meet and brought along with you.”

 

“… Thank you.”

 

When the atmosphere suddenly became heavy, Allan, who disliked such things, pointed to the pile of bananas and changed the subject.

 

“Just eat more of those. I’d like to see how many more you can fit in, while we’re at it.”

 

Kalian nodded and picked up another banana.

 

Emotion and hunger were separate matters.

 

Suddenly wondering how Allan had managed to forge their new identities, Kalian asked.

 

“Wasn’t it difficult to create the certificates? Master, you didn’t have anyone in Cyries to ask…”

 

As he spoke and looked up, Allan’s expression was truly meaningful.

 

Recognizing this, Kalian changed his question.

 

“Don’t tell me Rmain made them?”

 

“I only know three people here. I simply asked the one I’ve been seeing frequently these days.”

 

Allan, who lumped the King, Prince, and Duke together as ‘only three,’ continued speaking.

 

“I was surprised when he helped right away, without asking any other questions after hearing it was the Prince’s request.”

 

“That’s unexpected. I didn’t know he was someone who would do such things.”

 

A strange smile appeared on Allan’s lips. It was because Kalian seemed completely unaware of how much attention Rmain was paying to him now. Since Kalian himself had provided the cause for this, Allan asked with eyes full of curiosity.

 

“I’m curious about something. That day, because Rmain got angrier than expected, you became known as the Son the King cherishes the most, didn’t you?”

 

“Is that so?”

 

Kalian, thinking about that day’s events, grinned and added.

 

“I must have been lucky.”

 

The Third Prince, who had made Rmain call him ‘my Son’ and thus became Rmain’s Son rather than Freya Hwiteurin’s, securing grounds that would prevent Freya Hwiteurin’s background from interfering when he sought the throne. Those words alone were enough, and no further explanation was needed.

 

Of course, it was enough for Allan to understand the situation.

 

[‘What we’ll gain from this incident has increased. Though, we’ll still need some luck’]

 

Thinking of the words he had heard a few days ago, Allan clicked his tongue internally after seeing Kalian’s expression. It was because he thought Kalian had gained quite a lot from just one bout of poison.

 

“Thanks to that, Rmain worries about you quite a bit. Today, he was considering whether to postpone holding the Roselita.”

 

Kalian shook his head once before answering.

 

“Sillike can’t touch me for a while anyway. They’ll blame Sillike even if I just sneeze.”

 

After saying this, Kalian fell silent for a moment. Then he raised his arm and carefully manipulated his Mana. Though still unstable, he could clearly feel the warm yet strong sensation wrapping around his arm. It was the power protecting his body.

 

“By the time Roselita begins, they won’t be able to touch me with anything ordinary.”

 

Now, for the first time, his heart no longer hurt.

 

Kalian smiled with a satisfied expression, feeling free for the first time since obtaining this body. Then, imitating the expression Allan had shown earlier, he secretively said.

 

“Also, I’m… actually quite good with a sword.”

 

Allan smiled at his Mage Disciple.

 

…

 

After Allan left, Kyrie silently stood beside Kalian as he returned to bed. During the week Kalian had been asleep, Ian and Allan had watched over him during the day, and Kyrie during the night.

 

Thus, Kalian could drift off to sleep again with peace of mind even after sleeping for a whole week straight.

 

Perhaps that was why.

 

For the first time since coming here, he had a dream.

 

In the dream, he finally met the child who had been with him all this time.

 

They met, and then parted forever.

 

After waking from sleep, Kalian cried for a while.

 

In the dark dawn before daybreak, a Mage led a Prince wrapped in a black robe out of the Royal Palace.

 

A black horse with white fur only on its right foreleg walked carefully toward the Senu River, worried its barely seated Master might fall.

 

At the riverbank closest to Cermil Palace, the Mage’s hand held a red flame in place of the Arunesia Flowers, that would have been difficult to obtain at that dawn. The flame was the exact color of the departing child’s eyes.

 

The Prince’s head bowed toward the flower.

 

The Senu River was always a quietly flowing river.

 

The flower of fire placed on the river flowed down silently.

 

The current Prince only hoped that no one would cross the bridge while this flower departed.

 

(Silavin: RIP original Kalian)

 

,,,

 

The Pavel Knight Order was hastily disbanded and returned to the Beurisen Marquis Family.

 

Allan Manasil declared he would create something called a Mage Order.

 

Rmain also instructed others not to believe groundless rumors about the Royal Family.

 

Kalian, who had collapsed while coughing blood, also declared that his cold was quite severe these days.

 

And thus, three months passed.

 

Ian’s brow furrowed slightly as he watched Kalian change clothes for lunch. It was because he could not shake off the uneasy feeling that had been creeping up recently. Ian spoke in a quiet voice.

 

“Hmm, Merlin.”

 

Merlin, who had a similar expression, nodded and answered as if understanding what Ian was thinking.

 

“Shall I go meet Lord Slake?”

 

“Yes. Please tell him it will likely be much smaller.”

 

Merlin, who had risen to the position right below Ian after Sillike’s planted maid resigned, nodded and agreed. She was going to tell Satinn, the royal clothing attendant, that the formal attire fitted a month ago for Kalian’s birthday celebration banquet would need to be enlarged this time.

 

Kalian had grown noticeably taller, enough for even their eyes, which saw him daily, to clearly notice the difference.

 

Though he had already been tall for his age, he had been growing remarkably since the daily poison had stopped being consumed. He ate so much that Randel would look at him with surprised eyes during breakfast, and spent most of his day doing all sorts of physical training with Kyrie, which naturally led to this result.

 

Ian smiled at Kalian, who was now only about a fist shorter than himself. Because it somehow seemed similar to the smile Chase would show to Bern, Kalian smiled back.

 

After finishing preparations, Kalian entered the small banquet hall of Senu Hall for lunch. Then, he unconsciously stopped in his place.

 

Inside the banquet hall were Rmain, Allan, and a man he had never seen before. Since even Ian had not been separately informed about exactly what kind of lunch this was, Kalian, who had no idea Rmain would be attending, gave his greetings with a slightly surprised face.

 

“I greet Your Majesty, the King.”

 

Rmain nodded and raised his hand to indicate the seat across from him. Kalian quietly walked over and sat down.

 

Rmain, who had been quietly watching Kalian, opened his mouth.

 

“You’ve grown even taller during this period. Now, you look taller than Plants.”

 

Kalian was much more surprised by these words than when he had seen Rmain here. Though he had heard Rmain had changed, he had not expected him to speak such friendly words.

 

Kalian’s eyes briefly turned toward Allan. Those eyes amazement in them.

 

[Just how much must he have nagged him for him to change like this?]

 

In fact, Rmain’s change was not due to Allan’s nagging but rather thanks to Kalian who had personally shown him that indifference was of no help in keeping his children alive.

Allan had merely informed him that Kalian’s life was in danger. In short, the direct cause of the change clearly lay with Kalian, not Allan.

 

Allan sat quietly with an innocent expression as if he knew nothing. Seeing this, Kalian inwardly chuckled and chose an appropriate response.

 

“Yes, Your Majesty. I’ve grown a bit.”

 

“Yes. You’ve put on heathy weight too. You look well.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Rmain nodded and looked at Allan beside him. Only then did Allan give a slight greeting to Kalian and spoke up.

 

“I arranged this meeting because there is someone to introduce to you, Your Highness.”

 

Allan continued speaking while indicating the man beside him.

 

“This is the Mage who will guard you during the Roselita. He will be able to oversee your magic in my stead.”

 

Kalian already knew that Allan would not be attending the Roselita together. This was because if Allan left the palace at this point, it would be impossible to proceed with matters regarding the Mage Order. There would also be issues with Rmain’s safety.

 

Still, since the Siegfried Ducal Family had already sent Guard Knights, Kalian, who had not expected a Mage’s protection as well, looked at the man with an expectant expression. He soon tilted his head.

 

[Wait. This man, he seems familiar.] Just as he had that thought, suddenly, his heart began to pound.

 

Before he could even realize something was strange, the man stood from his seat and bowed to Kalian in greeting.

 

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness.”

 

The moment that unforgettable voice pierced his heart.

 

An icy chill filled Kalian’s chest.

 

“I am Arsene Hertz.”

 

That voice was just like the one Bern heard as he breathed his last.