Chapter 135. Long Time (9)
The Elf Sia, Rose, Pebble, Axis of Time, Sispanian.
Callian, who had memorized various words in his mind that flashed in a moment, moved back. Then Yan came forward and said,
“I’ll check it out. Please move back, it’s risky.”
Callian didn’t know where Yan got such bravery, but he nodded and moved back a few steps.
After moving back about six steps, the light of the pebble faded. Naturally, the light from the flower faded as well.
He moved forward a few steps again.
The flower and the stone glowed together.
Callian soon walked around the rose garden, inspecting the surroundings. However, he couldn’t see anything that radiated the same light.
Making sure there were no more of the same flowers, Callian went back to where he had first stood. With cautious steps, he neared the flower, holding a stone in his left hand and reaching out with his right to touch the petals.
Then, the red petals shriveled in a moment and dropped to the ground. Along with them, the light of the pebble also vanished.
Callian, realizing he had rashly touched the unexpected sight, made a confused noise.
The dropped petals turned into the air like charred dust, disappearing shortly after.
Callian felt as if time, which had seemed to freeze, flowed in a moment. In that moment, he subconsciously grasped the end of the thought that had passed his mind.
He couldn’t tell when the rose had blossomed. But what if…
“If it had been blossoming for a long time.”
Callian’s eyes, considering that possibility, fell into a quiet reflection.
Sia, who had been listening and responding to the words of time before others.
And the flower that looked like it had blossomed for a long time, as if time had stopped.
“Could it be fixing the distorted time?”
Callian, pondering that way, wrinkled his brow.
If time was to be fixed, shouldn’t the first thing that required fixing be Callian himself? The answer he had just reached, with Callian standing here unscathed, was probably not the right one.
-She wishes you won’t be hasty.
Sispanian’s voice resonated in his mind.
Out of annoyance, Callian shut his eyes for a very long time, trying to hold back the curse that rose up.
“She tells me not to be hasty when time is moving right in front of my eyes.”
With a scoff, he said mockingly.
Allen didn’t have butlers or servants.
Most things could be roughly done with magic, and, like most wizards, Allen didn’t like having strangers in his house.
As a result, the only person Allen employed in Kairis was his butler, Oscar.
“Lord Manasil, you’re home early today.”
Oscar, who had been driving Allen’s famous mother-of-pearl carriage for almost half a year, spoke with a kind smile.
Even though it was already dark, it was a rare chance for him to be going home in the night air instead of the early morning. If Romain had not decided to have dinner with the princes, he wouldn’t have even imagined such a thing.
Allen smiled back to Oscar’s greeting and said, “Let’s escape quickly.”
Oscar asked in shock, and instead of replying, Allen got on the carriage. Through the coachman’s window, Allen’s eager voice was heard.
“His Majesty has gone to dinner. While he’s away, we should sneak out of here quietly.”
Romain had said he would deal with the mage guild after dinner. Allen acted like he didn’t hear that part and quickly finished some urgent tasks in order to flee like this.
Knowing how Romain would react when he discovered his vanishing, a feeling of victory rose in Allen’s heart.
“Today, my daughter-in-law and granddaughter who lived in Libern came. Why is His Majesty so cold? Shouldn’t you go home on a day like this? It seems he’s quite amused by tormenting this old man so much.”
Oscar replied with a cheerful laugh.
“I get it. Got it. I’ll escape quickly.”
Oscar promptly started to loosen the reins of the carriage’s horses.
Suddenly, Allen groaned.
He saw that someone was running towards the carriage in a hurry.
There was no one who would stop Allen, who was trying to go home unless it was someone sent by Romain. So Allen opened his mouth and complained.
“No, really, where did you hide the meal? Have you already solved it?”
The butler, who had not yet seen that someone was running towards Allen, asked. Allen groaned again without replying.
Soon, a voice desperately calling Allen could be heard from afar.
“Lord Manasil, please hold on. His Majesty is looking for you.”
Only then did Oscar realize Allen’s groans and protests, and speak from behind the window.
“Lord Manasil. It seems you can’t get away after all.”
In the end, Allen had to leave behind Oscar, who felt a bit sorry for not leaving quickly, and go back to the Arpia Palace with a heavy heart.
He swore to say something to Romain when he saw him.
However, the place the steward led Allen to was not the study.
In the middle of the courtyard at Arpia Palace, Allen felt a familiar presence hiding nearby, wrinkling his eyebrows and muttering.
“Have you abandoned your sons to come here and drink?”
Enjoying alcohol. On such a cold night.
Allen nodded slightly, and without wasting time, he snapped his finger, teleporting right in front of Romain. Romain, who was about to fill his glass, looked up at Allen.
“It looks like the mage is on time.”
He hoped Romain would be more shocked, as Yan had hinted, but surprisingly, he seemed rather calm. Allen, lacking amusement, complained.
“Drinking out here on a night like this will make you sick.”
Then, he snapped his hand, slightly increasing the temperature around Romain. A laugh slipped from Romain’s lips as he felt the heat surrounding him.
“Indeed, there’s no one like a mage when it comes to handling alcohol.”
Romain tapped the floor on his side with his hand.
Without uttering a word, Allen flopped down where Romain’s hand had hit, took the bottle of alcohol from Romain, and poured a drink for both of them. Then, he topped up his empty glass.
After leaving the dinner with the three princes, Romain had suddenly begun drinking.
Instead of wondering what was happening, Allen clanked his glass against Romain’s.
“Remembering the past only causes sorrow.”
“Is there magic that can look into a person’s mind?”
“There must be something like that.”
Allen’s keen intuition wasn’t only for Callian. Romain, who had been gazing into the distance distractedly, turned his head to see Allen.
“It’s a clear thing. Seeing all three princes, who have grown up, together at once must have been uncomfortable. While fretting about the two lagging behind in the contest, you must have recalled your brother locked in a faraway place and regretted bringing Silica into the palace.”
So, why regret having made three princes when you could have just had one?