Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Translated by Wook

Edited by Iris Sakura

Of course, the man lost the decisive battle and returned. As the group’s general manager, Attilak faced a humiliating situation where he could not lift his head for a while. However, Haqab’s expression upon hearing the report was surprisingly not bad. On the contrary, his eyes were twinkling.

“Great. That’s just great.”

He was smiling with his teeth showing. What a mage could do was limited. They could only strengthen their body or exert a bit more magic power. So, what if there’s a power that surpasses even the range of mages and magically transformed arms?

[T/N: The definition of ‘demon’ and ‘mage’ is the same thing—someone with magic. The difference is that ‘demon’ is a harsher term, usually used by people with prejudice against them, in this story, mainly Illavenians (Iris the Editor calls it ‘Illavenian slur’), while ‘mage’ is a more neutral term.]

The unfamiliar and bizarre phenomenon became an indicator to guide the way.

“Rosaline, you are so wonderful. This is amazing.”

The man’s voice as he kept repeating his words trembled slightly.

His black eyes twinkled, and as he said, “Rosaline, you...”

Hot and vivid emotions began to show on his face. Haqab bit his lip.

“You must have been the ‘shadow’...”

‘Awesome. It’s like fate. Did this world make you and I meet? Is that why I was drawn to you? Had I known, I wouldn’t have let you go so easily.’

He only thought he’d take a closer look. Black hair barely covering white skin. A straight waist. A quiet voice. What a pity he could only recall Rosaline’s appearance based on what he remembered.

‘How did you look at me with those green eyes? What would the magic flow under your soft skin feel like? Is it vibrating strongly? Or is it wrapped quietly and silently around you?’

Haqab couldn’t hide his excitement.

“Then why Diech, and not me? Anyway, I need to get in touch.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Cecil furrowed her eyebrows and pitifully looked at Rosaline because she did not know that Rosaline commonly had such a look on her face. Unless one has accompanied Rosaline for a long time, they may have trouble distinguishing her expressions.

Cecil hurriedly turned away from Rosaline’s face, which still looked deep and full of dissatisfaction.

“Oh, come to think of it, there were many other people besides Count Radwiell who said that I need to take good care of you. People came in and out so often that they’ve worn out the door. Are you that popular?”

Rosaline’s expression brightened. Her mood drastically changed when her lips, stuck in a straight line, drew an arc.

‘Oh, I guess it was the right thing to say to change her expression.’

Cecil burst into laughter when she heard Rosaline’s answer that followed soon after, rejoicing inside.

“That’s right.”

‘How could anyone answer so blatantly when asked if they were popular? No, seriously, isn’t this shameless?’

Rosaline’s brother, Calyx, sent her daily correspondence and gifts, contacting Cecil to look after his sister. Knight Commander Starz and Deputy Commander Nathan also looked for her amidst their busy schedule. And Assistant Deputy Commander Raymond even stuck to her side like it was his own home.

In addition, many Knights of the White Night visited. There were no senior or junior knights, but Nestor Sihorge was unusual among those visits. Even Chloe Golgarten sent all kinds of medicines more precious than gold, saying that those would be good for Rosaline. Count Drythorne was startled by her call, as Chloe Golgarten was a woman who could be said to be the head of a massive high-ranking intelligence group.

[Chloe Goltarden: Chloe of Golden Garden.]

Cecil heard that Chloe would even date people for various information. But they say this meticulous consideration is not limited to a superficial friendship. When Cecil alternately thought of Rosaline and Chloe, who was said to be insidious, it didn’t seem like a good combination. But then, she remembered that Chloe Golgarten was engaged to Raymond Cimmaron, so this strange acquaintance must have come from him.

The 2nd Prince, Ricardis, led his tired body to visit her every day. His gaze upon Rosaline as she lay there was so tender that it tickled at Cecil’s stomach.

Meat dishes for breakfast, sweet desserts for lunch, and meat dishes for dinner: Prince Ricardis brought all kinds of food instead of flowers and placed it at Rosaline’s bedside. Cecil was shocked when she saw it for the first time. The visitation gifts were unique, to put it nicely, and not normal if said honestly.

So, with a skewer of meat in one hand and a plate of cake in the other, Ricardis told her to get up and later insisted that she just couldn’t hear him. A strange feeling captured Cecil seeing this. She didn’t even know if it was because he was different from the 2nd Prince she’d know when in the middle of war and battle.

It was on the battlefield that Count Drythorne first saw 2nd Prince Ricardis. Sixteen, the year he just became an adult.

[I’ll bet all my fortune on ‘Run-away-when-the-trumpet-sounds.’]

[War is no one’s playground... ]

From the commander to the bottom of the infantry, they all talked behind the scenes. Although the Imperial battle was difficult, it was a different kind of war. If the fight within the Imperial Palace is poison, then war is a closer blade, more direct and more explicit.

And it should be impossible for the young Prince, who had been living in the Imperial Palace since the age of ten, to have had this kind of combat experience. Everyone looked at Ricardis with concern. Rather than considering the safety of the young Prince, they were concerned about what would happen when he was placed on the battlefield.