Chapter 137. Long Time (11)
How dare he?
Did he inherit the habit of barging into places where he was not welcome from Silica?
Instead of taking the long way around, through the corridor, down the stairs, and back up the corridor to knock on his door, the person found Callian by climbing out the window and entering through the one below.
It was Planche, who occupied the room above.
How could a prince of a nation invade someone else’s bedroom, even if they were brothers? What if they summoned the knights right away?
Callian realized that the knights of Chermil Palace were loyal to the Brissen family. He sighed softly, feeling annoyed. And with a composed voice, he repeated the same question for the third time.
“Are you here to chat? Or are you here to fight?”
Planche’s reply was short.
What kind of chat had to take place at the darkest time of the night when everyone was asleep? Especially between Callian and Planche.
Callian gazed at Planche, as if trying to see through him. Then, he nodded, rose from his seat, lit a lamp, and put on a coat. Callian agreed to have a ‘chat’ with Planche.
“There is no tea, and no alcohol either.”
Planche laughed at Callian’s words, and Callian opened the door to the terrace and went outside. The air was cold at dawn, but Callian did not feel it.
As for Planche, well, it was not Callian’s concern if he got sick.
Planche followed, and when they both sat on the chairs on the terrace, Callian uttered a short spell.
Callian used magic in front of Planche not only because he was worried that their chat might be overheard in the silent dawn, but also because he wanted Planche to stop questioning Callian’s real identity.
Even after seeing the clear barrier of [Silence], Planche stayed quiet. Callian, looking at Planche’s face, spoke.
“Talk. I’m all ears.”
As Callian finished speaking, Planche, unexpectedly, spoke up.
“The rose is gone. You must have done it.”
Callian smiled briefly.
The rose was quite remarkable.
The flower, as Callian guessed when he saw it, seemed to keep blooming instead of fading. It seemed to have lasted for a long time, enough for Planche to be curious.
Since there was no point in denying taking the rose in the courtyard, which was not even grown by Callian, he nodded slightly and said, “It was intriguing to see it blossom alone on a day like this, so I examined it closely.”
Then, with a doubtful look, Callian shifted the topic to Planche.
“It seems like you valued the flower a lot. Coming to me like this just because one flower vanished. How rude.”
In reply, Planche glanced at the distant rose garden and said, “I don’t know how you figured it out after seeing it once. But seeing you hiding like this after taking it made me think it’s not just a flower.”
Planche seemed to find it strange simply because the flower had been alive for a long time. His reason for noticing something odd about it was slightly different from Callian’s.
Also, Planche seemed to have roughly understood why Callian was not attending breakfast. Of course, Callian didn’t have to give a detailed account of the reason or confirm Planche’s guesses.
Therefore, Callian answered, explaining Planche’s thoughts.
“My personal doctor must have told you. I couldn’t go because the poison hasn’t been completely removed, not because of the flower.”
In reply, Planche nodded vaguely. Keeping his eyes on the rose garden, he kept talking.
“I asked His Highness Randell if he knew about the rose that hasn’t died for over a month in the garden. He said he didn’t know.”
Callian’s eyes widened briefly, and instead of answering, Planche went on.
“Only a high priest can maintain life for such a long time. I don’t get why Prince Randell is concealing that he is a high priest.”
He could have just told the truth, but hiding it implied there was more to it. So, Planche couldn’t let go of his doubt about Randell.
Callian also thought that Randell was the one who made the rose live.
The difference between them was that Planche asked the questions directly, while Callian tried to hide that he was suspicious.
“So, you just asked him.”
As Planche nodded in reply, Callian smiled and said, “I know, I did it. Is this the answer you were hoping for when you asked this question?”
“Very bold of you.”
At Callian’s mockery, Planche raised one side of his mouth.
Really, who would confess to something fishy when asked so plainly? Planche’s frank behavior could be seen as either very genuine or somewhat naive.
After pushing back his messy hair in the morning wind, Planche spoke again. It was not a response to Callian’s question but a different subject.
“I said I burned it to Randell, so I came to pass on that message.”
“Is that why you came here?”
Callian wrinkled his brow.
It was not that he didn’t get that Planche was making an excuse, saying he had burned the rose. Callian couldn’t understand why Planche would do such a thing to stop Rendall from finding out that he had doubts.
“Did you skip breakfast to avoid being suspected?”
“That’s not it.”
Callian looked at Planche with a sharp gaze.