Chapter 136. Long Time (10)
As he pondered this, Allen understood that Callian was the youngest one. Having three sons was the reason Romain could encounter such a skilled disciple.
“You have a good eye for talent.”
“Just keep living and looking forward.”
Allen got his revenge on Romain, who had delayed his early homecoming, by keeping silent about how he knew so much about Romain.
After that, the two drank quietly together.
When the wine’s sound became more familiar, and the insects’ noise grew louder, Allen spoke up again.
“Frankly, I believed that the three princes together were no match for Chase.”
“Are you referring to the Crown Prince of Secretia?”
Romain did not question why he was comparing other people’s children, but simply agreed with him.
Allen nodded, and Romain laughed.
“It was amazing how such a son came from the poisonous nature of the Devil. I have also thought that.”
“Yes. Well, even if Your Highness’s three sons are not as outstanding as Chase, they are still formidable. They will find their own paths to survive, so don’t fret.”
Romain’s eyes flickered to Allen for a moment when he heard those words.
There was one person who seemed to struggle to find his own path. Soon, Romain spoke in a low voice.
“If, by any chance, Callian goes astray.”
The conversation paused for a while. After taking another drink, Romain said again.
“I want to ask you something.”
He asked him to save Callian’s life and help him flee if Callian could not become the crown prince. The reason he specifically sought Allen’s help was simple. If Callian was ousted from the situation, he had almost no hope of survival.
“With your insight into such matters and your deep love for Callian, it seems you would be open to such a request.”
But when Romain made his earnest plea and request, Allen laughed out loud. Then he cocked his head.
“Do you think I have any motive to look after Your Highness’s youngest son?”
“What are you saying?”
Le Rune’s face, filled with dismay, as he assumed Allen was rejecting him, wrinkled deeply. Seeing that, Allen teasingly asked with playful eyes.
“Do you know how much the baby elephant loves Your Majesty’s youngest son?”
At those words, Romain’s eyes, which had been apathetic even to Allen’s twist, widened.
Allen’s gesture implied that if Callian was cast out, he would have to worry about the destinies of the other two princes and the future of Kyris, and that Allen didn’t need to intervene.
Finally, the alcohol completely dissolved the solemn mood.
Callian had skipped breakfast for two days.
He gave a genuine but vague excuse that the poison was still lingering.
“Your Highness, do you intend to miss breakfast tomorrow as well?”
Yan asked on the second night, his voice laced with worry.
He was concerned about Silica’s remark about the Crown Prince and Callian’s health.
“Only until tomorrow. I’ll resume my normal routine from the day after tomorrow.”
Callian replied with this instead of plainly admitting or grumbling about going back to a life where he had no freedom in the morning.
Since Yan knew why Callian was avoiding breakfast, he nodded without further question.
“Yes, I’ll pass that on. Well then, I’ll be off. Please remember to shut the window before you sleep.”
After exchanging these last words, Yan left, locking the door behind him. Callian, now by himself, sighed.
The only reason Callian skipped breakfast was Randell.
Callian linked Randell to the glowing phenomenon only because it happened in Randell’s garden. There was no rational ground for this doubt. It was just a notion that came to Callian, wondering if Randell had any role in freezing the time of the roses. After all, Randell also had the blood of the clergy from Tensil.
However, since there was no proof to back up such a hazy doubt, Callian decided that he should first watch Randell.
While thinking about this, Callian subconsciously avoided looking at Randell, afraid that he might give a look that aroused suspicion in Randell. After all, wasn’t he as good as Allen in reading people’s minds?
As Callian lay in bed, his thoughts drifting, he soon fell asleep.
After some time, just before sunrise, in the dark early morning.
The sound of the wind moving the curtains resounded, and Callian’s eyes, which had been shut, slowly opened.
He felt someone’s presence through quiet steps.
Yan had surely locked the door.
If someone were to open it with a key other than the one Yan had, the alarm spell made by Sispanian would go off. So, no one had come in through the door.
Then he remembered that he had slept with the window open. The alarm spell on the window had not been triggered.
‘I should have paid attention to Yan’s words. This is going to be troublesome.’
Callian smiled faintly.
And still lying down, he waited for the intruder to get closer.
‘It’s quite inviting already. I don’t know what to do.’
Silica. Or Randell.
While pondering who the uninvited guest might be, a moment later, there was a soft sound of the bedroom curtains being pulled.
Callian, who had been tracking the intruder’s presence as it approached, wrinkled his brow. It was because the energy belonged to someone familiar but unexpected to visit in this way.
In the end, Callian delayed the creation of the ‘sword’ he had been planning and sat up. With sharp, shining eyes, he stared at the intruder.
“What is it?”
The intruder didn’t try to hide their face.
Despite Callian’s alert words, the intruder showed no shock at Callian waking up. With an expression that showed little regard for Callian’s defensive state, the intruder spoke in a low voice, locking eyes with Callian.
“You say you use magic, yet you flinch from a mere breeze.”
There was no reason to welcome anyone who came in through the window at this time. Therefore, Callian, not caring to conceal his annoyance, spoke up.
“I’m asking why you’re here. At this time, in this way.”
Observing Callian’s hostility clear from his gaze to his voice, the corner of the guest’s mouth curled up slightly.