Chapter 35: 3. Cradle

Chapter 35: 3. Cradle

3. Cradle

Roadel was a beautiful city.

In the large circular fountain in the central square, water was gushing up, and around it stood red brick buildings.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

Children and white doves mingled in the square, and there was a lively atmosphere among the people.

Juliet strolled along the fountain and the shopping street, admiring the shops, and casually stopped in front of a certain store.

Welcome! What can I get you?

The grumpy owner asked without even looking at Juliet, while arranging the merchandise.

Juliet didnt answer and instead admired the various fruits displayed on the counter.

Thanks to the warm climate, the variety of fruits was abundant compared to her homeland. They werent cheap, but Juliet picked up two red apples. Then, as she was about to choose an orange, she paused.

They have it here too.

She exclaimed when she spotted a much smaller fruit right next to the oranges.

Its small, so why is it twice as expensive?

Juliet hesitated in front of the fruit counter.

A coin jingled in her pocket as she contemplated.

Ill take this too.

Upon hearing that, the owner, who had a grumpy expression all along, suddenly brightened up.

The fruit she pointed out was a slow-selling item because it was expensive.

Oh, well then! Ill pack it for you!

After a while, Juliet made a round in the villages shopping street and settled at an outdoor table near her lodging. She opened the bag.

And first, she plucked out a fruit that looked like a small orange. To the people here, it was called mandarin.

Mandarin.

Even the taste was exactly the same as the ones she had in the North.

Juliet hesitated for a moment and then bought a newspaper.

She thought she shouldnt look at it, shouldnt look, but in the end, she couldnt resist and bought it again today.

Juliet took a deep breath and then unfolded the newspaper. She quickly skimmed through it.

Nothing.

Nothing.

After a while, Juliet confirmed that there was no news of the kind she was looking for and unfolded the newspaper she was holding.

It was a little strange to expect and search for bad news. But she still wanted to check, even if it was like this.

It might not have appeared yet.

It was pitiful to have such expectations.

Even if the newspaper didnt include any news, she knew that Dahlia could have already appeared.

In her first life, Dahlia had appeared on the first day of this year. The place and timing of her appearance were so dramatic that it caused a commotion.

She remembered it clearly.

Have you heard, Your Highness? Shes the Maiden of Prophecy.

It was Juliet who conveyed that with a smile to Lennox, as if she found it intriguing.

She didnt remember what Lennox replied at that time. It probably wasnt that important.

Juliet just brought up any topic to have an excuse to see him a little more, as she always did.

Thats how it was back then. Just wanting to see his face one more time, no matter what.

Where should I look?

Come to our inn!

Juliet hesitated for a moment, afraid that her bags would be snatched before she could even get on the carriage.

Just then, someone passed by Juliets side.

Move aside.

It was a young mans voice, full of irritation. He casually pushed away the heads of the gathered street performers and walked briskly.

The pushed-away street performers protested angrily, mixed with curses, but the man continued walking without even pretending to hear.

Thanks to that, Juliet was able to smoothly make her way to the carriage platform along the path the man had cleared.

And she spotted that man from earlier.

Wow.

Juliet widened her eyes in fascination and looked at him.

Such striking red hair

The man drew a lot of attention from the people on the street. Passersby stopped in their tracks and glanced at him, impressed by his remarkable appearance.

Is he a traveler?

Out of curiosity, Juliet glanced at him.

Where are you headed, miss?

Ah Im going to Lobell.

The person who spoke to Juliet, lost in thought, was a carriage driver.

A while later, Juliet paid the fare and sat on the carriage bound for Lobell.

And she found herself in a somewhat perplexing situation.

The polite redhead man had taken a seat right across from where Juliet had boarded the carriage.

The creaking of the carriage was the only noisy thing. Amidst the awkward silence, Juliet regretted it a little.

I should have sat in the next seat

Until she had just boarded the carriage, she thought there would be other passengers, but there were only two on the carriage.

It was later that she learned it was a small village, and there would be only one passenger going to Lobell, if at all, on any given day.

The creaking carriage had a completely different structure from the ones Juliet was familiar with.

There were only two long, vertically arranged seats for multiple people. Naturally, there were no backrests.

The fortunate thing was that the man had been motionless with his arms crossed and eyes closed, seemingly sleeping, even before the carriage departed.

Thanks to that, Juliet could observe the man across from her without worry.

Even if it was considered red, it was only to the extent of a reddish hue when someone was caught. The mans hair was close to a deep crimson.

Should I dye my hair too?

In the eastern region, where magic items were common, perhaps he had used a magic item to change his hair color.

Ahem, what brings you to Lobell?

The carriage driver who had been driving the carriage from the front seat asked Juliet. It seemed the silence was uncomfortable not only for her.

Im here to meet someone.

Juliet gave a vague response.

Perhaps out of boredom, the carriage driver, who introduced himself as a native of Lobell, began telling Juliet unsolicited stories about the village.

To be honest, theres no place as safe as Lobell. Its probably because its the kings hometown.

The king?

Listening with little interest, Juliet found the baseless and exaggerated honorifics amusing, so she asked back.

Dont you know? Lionel Lebatan, the Red King.