Chapter 17

Chapter 5. This is too blatant (1) At

that time, Kalyan had just started eating lunch.

The atmosphere of the nobles gathered in the hall on the first floor of Senyu Hall was unusual. Although it was clearly the last day of the festival, the atmosphere was more noisy than the first day.

– On the second day of the festival, Archmage Alan Manasil entered the Wizards’ Association and stayed all day.

– The association’s wizards suddenly begin to move, but the reason cannot be determined.

As this news spread quickly, an unbelievable story came along.

– The first person Alan Manasil became a priest with was none other than the Third Prince Calian.

– Information has been received that talks about this have already ended with King Lemain.

The confusion among the nobles, who weighed the ramifications of the meeting between these two, became an unstoppable wave that spread in all directions.

However, there were some places where this news could not be delivered.

This was because the person who would receive the news did not wake up until late morning.

There was a commotion outside the door of the room where he was sleeping. At the same time, the door burst open and a voice was heard calling him urgently. It belonged to a senior attendant who always woke him up.

“Prince. Wake up. Prince!”

His servant did not speak in a quiet voice or ring the bell. Standing outside the bedroom, which was hidden behind curtains, I called out loudly to him.

“Prince!”

Only after the attendant called him again did his closed eyelids slightly open, revealing his light green eyes. Even though the scenery was unusual, he slowly got up as if something bothersome had happened.

He held his forehead with one hand as if he had a headache and opened his mouth with an annoyed expression.

“What is this... what are you doing?”

A servant was standing outside the curtain. It was clearly visible that he was fidgeting, wondering why he was so anxious. The servant opened his mouth again urgently.

“Prince Planz, you need to wake up...!”

At that time, another figure appeared behind the servant, stretched out his arm, pushed the servant to the side, and grabbed the curtain.

A strong scent engulfed the entire room.

Renieri scent.

Plantz stood up with a frown on his face.

“Don’t go in.”

I wasn’t asking if I could come in.

It was always like that.

He was a person who didn’t know how to ask first or be considerate.

White fingers pulled back the curtain. After that, the hem of a mint-colored dress and light yellow shoes at the end came into Plantz’s bedroom. It was silique.

Plantz’s servant came in behind Sillike. It was visible that he was embarrassed and did not know what to do. It hadn’t happened once or twice, but it still seemed like he couldn’t get used to it.

Planz waved his hand once toward the attendant as if to tell him to go out, and the attendant gave him a deep bow and went out in a panic.

– Sweet.

With the sound of the door closing, Silike covered her face with her fan. It was obvious that he was frowning, so Plantz did not look at his face.

Silike said, slowly looking around the room.

“It smells like alcohol.”

I couldn’t even smell the alcohol because it was covered by the Renieri scent.

Instead of mentioning it, Planz silently tapped the glass next to the bed with his finger. It was an action that meant that since you drank it, it was bound to smell. Of course, Lemain’s prohibition against alcohol was also an attitude that was not taken into consideration.

Silike’s eyes turned fierce.

Apart from those eyes, a calm voice still flowed from behind the fan.

“I’m only fifteen now. I’m not old enough to be addicted to alcohol. Besides, I have to go out soon, but I’m not even up yet.”

At that moment, Plantz felt as if he could hear Lemain’s voice hidden behind the documents.

Plantz began drinking alcohol shortly after attending his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 15. Even so, living with the smell of alcohol all the time was not a problem that could be understood.

This time, he even went out of the palace like that.

“What kind of disappointing behavior is this?”

“I guess that’s not what you meant to say.”

“Is this the concert that was canceled at the top of Brissen?”

“Yes, that’s right. Didn’t Viscount Briesen come and have dinner with the princes because of that?”

Performances large enough for the king to attend were usually held at a large stage. There was no theater company with that many people, and most large performance halls were owned by the top.

“So, we decided to host this performance at the top of Fallun. This is our first time performing somewhere other than Brisen.”

“Folun?”

‘I’m used to it. what?’

Calian pursed his eyebrows.

Calian, who had been lost in thought for a moment, opened his eyes.

“Baron Fallun.”

Jan nodded and explained.

“Yes. He is a young baron named Melfir Fallun. He is said to be quite smart and resourceful. However, I don’t know what the circumstances were, but this time, he ended up giving up the performance in Brisen.”

Kalian laughed.

‘I don’t want to be hanged, so I have no choice but to yield.’

Calian’s eyes lit up as he remembered their situation and could not answer out loud. The reason Calian remembered Melphyr Fallun was because of something quite famous that was known even to Secretia.

An accident in which a member of the royal family, even the first prince, was injured.

When the king’s family came out after the equestrian performance, the temporary structure installed for the performance collapsed. And unfortunately, Randel, who was on the stairs at that time, was hit by a collapsed structure and fell down one floor.

I heard that although his life was not in danger, he broke his leg and had to be recuperated at Tensil for about a month.

‘That was now. ‘I’ve seen so many horseback riding performances by Lemain that I never thought something like that would happen today.’

After thinking about that, Kalian tapped his knee with his finger.

‘It wasn’t just an accident.’

There was evidence that the ropes that secured the structure had been cut with a sharp object. There wasn’t much to prove that Melfir had tried to harm Randel, but after all, it was King Tensil’s grandson who was injured. Because of this, there was a lot of dissatisfaction from Tensil, and eventually Lemain sent Melphyr to the gallows.

After hearing about the incident, I talked to Chase about whether it was too hasty to act even though it was a lax terrorist attack aimed at the royal family. Chase seemed to have figured something out, but didn’t tell Vern, and Vern had to worry for a while to figure it out. Thanks to that, I still remembered it.

‘It should be said that there is no possibility that Fallun was the culprit.’

Unless he’s a real idiot, there’s no way he would target the royal family by creating such revealing evidence at his own concert hall. If he was as smart and resourceful as Jan said, he wouldn’t have thought of using this performance as an opportunity and a stepping stone to the gallows.

‘As expected, Briesen is the most suspicious... Why did they target Randel? That’s enough to hurt a bit. Or was he simply aiming for the top of Fallun?’

Was there a reason for Fallun to be so threatening that he would even touch the royal family and Tensil for that purpose?

Regarding the upper part, neither Bern nor old Calian remembered much. Calian’s eyebrows became narrower.

“Prince......?”

Calian stopped thinking and turned his head when he heard Jan’s voice from next to him. Then Jan spoke carefully.

“Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?”

“huh?”

It seemed that Jan noticed that he frowned and did not speak while looking at the mirror. Calian smiled and shook his head.

“No. I was thinking about something.”

Come to think of it, Jan always gets anxious when she spends time in front of the mirror. How many mirrors did old Calian have to break to do something like that?

Calian stood up and spoke in a calm voice.

“The mirror is fine now, don’t worry.”

“Yes, my prince.”

Yan, who found out what he was thinking, looked embarrassed. Calian pretended not to notice that and asked another question.

“Is Baron Fallun coming to say hello during today’s performance?”

“Usually during performances, the host sits next to His Majesty. He will say hello before the performance begins.”

“okay.”

The reason for Brisen’s intervention was unclear.

A foul smell is vibrating somewhere.

‘I’ll have to save him first and check.’

So, I decided to save Melfir Fallun first and figure out the situation.