It was long silver hair.
Without having to think too much about who it belonged to, Bellos knew who the culprit who had attacked Misha was.
Still, confirmation was necessary.
Bellos held the silver hair in his hand and closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes after feeling the remaining energy in the hair.
It was as expected.
“It was the kid in the next room.”
Bellos said, glancing at the wall on the right.
“Huh...? You mean His Majesty Emperor Adrian?”
“Yes, I was watching someone with a unique energy... What is it?”
Bellos muttered while glaring at the wall.
Emperor Adrian’s energy itself was abnormal.
The type of people that Bellos felt that way were usually those who used black magic.
Was Emperor Adrian a black magician?
But that couldn’t be the case. Black magicians had much stronger energy, but Emperor Adrian’s energy wasn’t that strong.
If he wasn’t a black magician, then there was a high chance that he was using black magic.
But why? For what reason?
Bellos’ thoughts grew endless, and he looked at Misha again.
“First, you should keep the story about this hair and what I just said to yourself. I will tell His Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress when I have a chance.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Hmm, I am sorry. It seems to me that it is my fault that you have come to this.”
“No, the Lord of Magic Tower! I have been content with my life so far. Both in Count Adelid's household and in the imperial life that I started following, Her Highness Rosie.”
Misha was sincere.
If it weren’t for Bellos, she would have been living a suffocating life on a small island, helping her grandmother, a witch, in the Principality of Aklatto.
Since her teens, Misha had been a disciple of Bellos and served Countess Adelid, Rosie’s mother, in Count Adelid’s household, and assisted Rosie just before she died.
Of course, her main job was to occasionally send news of any changes in the wyvern egg via crow, as ordered by Bellos.
After Moiya hatched from his egg, she sent news to Bellos more frequently.
In short, she was sending Bellos Moiya’s growth diary.
“The wound will last about a week. I’ve stopped the bleeding, but you should avoid any strenuous movements as much as possible, and be careful not to let water get on the wound.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Oh, lowering your head like that is the worst thing. It’ll open up the wound.”
Misha burst into laughter at Bellos’s sincere joke.
Her face, which had been bloodless until a moment ago, fortunately began to brighten.
“I’m sure Her Highness Rosie understands. I had an accident while bringing Moiya’s sausages.”
“Actually, it’s a bit much to blame Her Highness Rosie or Moiya... It was my job, really.”
Bellos tilted his head to the side at Misha’s words.
“You seem to have grown attached to her, huh?”
“Because Her Highness Rosie and I have been like sisters since the Count’s house. Oh, but I’m your person!”
Misha, who had been speaking with a calm smile, looked at Bellos, who was staring at her, and said hurriedly.
“I’m not saying anything. If you spend more time together, of course, you’ll grow attached.”
However, Bellos had never been attached to anyone in the 250 years since he was 20.
Everyone he had been attached to passed away before him.
So at some point, he stopped consciously being attached to anyone.
However, it seemed like he had already given his affection to Zelda, whom he had only just met.
‘I gave her an incarnation, a wyvern egg, and now even my heart...’
But if you think about it, none of those things were ones he had intended to give to Zelda.
And they weren’t ones she had taken away.
They just flowed to her naturally.
What was more disconcerting was that he had never dreamed that his own heart would become like that.
‘My companion has stripped me of everything I have.’
However, there was still one thing he had not given to Zelda.
Bellos looked at the Incarnation Sword he had propped up against the wall a little while ago.
He would hold out without giving that one.
Until she begged him to give it to her.
‘But would that ever happen? Would she beg me to give her the Incarnation Sword?’
Well, if there wasn’t one, he could just make one.
Misha looked up at the silent Lord of Magic Tower again.
What were you thinking? The emotions of joy, sorrow, and pleasure were showing up one after another on your face.
“My Lord?”
Misha, who felt uncomfortable because the silence seemed to be going on too long, cautiously called out to Bellos.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else for a moment.”
She wanted to ask what was on his mind that made his cheeks flush, but she didn’t dare ask.
“Ah, ahem, for now, focus on healing your wounds. I’ll tell Big to visit you once a day, so you know that.”
“Thank you for your concern. Then, I’ll go back to my room now.”
Misha’s nose stung.
Rosie placed Aoshi on her shoulder and grabbed Misha’s hand.
“Let’s go, Misha. How’s the pain?”
Aoshi, who had climbed onto Rosie’s shoulder, looked down at her back.
Moiya, who had transformed into a white butterfly and followed him, was attached to Rosie’s back.
“Thanks to the Lord of the Tower, there’s no pain. As long as the wound heals well, there’s no problem.”
Misha said, wiping away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes with her fingers.
“Thank you again, Lord of the Tower. We’ll be going now.”
Rosie folded her hands together and said goodbye to Bellos.
“No problem. Then, take care on your way back, Your Highness.”
Bellos smiled and saw Rosie and Misha off at the door.
He laughed to himself as he looked at the daughter of his only female disciple.
‘I thought their faces didn’t look alike at all, but their personalities are exactly the same.’
Bellos continued to look at Rosie’s back as she walked away, recalling his disciple who had passed away.
“We’ll have to settle things with that guy soon.”
Bellos looked down at the white butterfly, Moiya, attached to her back.
“It was good that you brought the magic top to the hunting competition.”
Linel, who had entered the room, said as he leaned back against the headboard after taking a shower.
“That’s right. Thanks to that, Misha recovered quickly.”
I took off the robe I was wearing and placed it on the sofa, and as I sat on the bed, he put his arm around my shoulder.
“Did he specifically target Misha? Or did he simply need blood?”
“I don’t think he was targeting anyone in particular. It’s more likely that one of Rosie’s attendants got caught by bad luck. That means that if it had been you or me who was climbing those stairs, we could have been attacked.”
Linel said, rubbing the back of my neck with his hand.
I felt a chill running down my neck.
“But if he really needed blood and sucked Misha’s blood, there’s a chance that there will be other victims later, right?”
“It’s highly likely. Who could it be... The culprit is clearly inside here.”
“What if the culprit is one of the guests?”
“Of course. If it’s from our empire, I can handle it myself, but if it’s a guest from another country, especially from the Southern Continent... things would be a bit more complicated.”
Without having to think too much about who it belonged to, Bellos knew who the culprit who had attacked Misha was.
Still, confirmation was necessary.
Bellos held the silver hair in his hand and closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes after feeling the remaining energy in the hair.
It was as expected.
“It was the kid in the next room.”
Bellos said, glancing at the wall on the right.
“Huh...? You mean His Majesty Emperor Adrian?”
“Yes, I was watching someone with a unique energy... What is it?”
Bellos muttered while glaring at the wall.
Emperor Adrian’s energy itself was abnormal.
The type of people that Bellos felt that way were usually those who used black magic.
Was Emperor Adrian a black magician?
But that couldn’t be the case. Black magicians had much stronger energy, but Emperor Adrian’s energy wasn’t that strong.
If he wasn’t a black magician, then there was a high chance that he was using black magic.
But why? For what reason?
Bellos’ thoughts grew endless, and he looked at Misha again.
“First, you should keep the story about this hair and what I just said to yourself. I will tell His Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress when I have a chance.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Hmm, I am sorry. It seems to me that it is my fault that you have come to this.”
“No, the Lord of Magic Tower! I have been content with my life so far. Both in Count Adelid's household and in the imperial life that I started following, Her Highness Rosie.”
Misha was sincere.
If it weren’t for Bellos, she would have been living a suffocating life on a small island, helping her grandmother, a witch, in the Principality of Aklatto.
Since her teens, Misha had been a disciple of Bellos and served Countess Adelid, Rosie’s mother, in Count Adelid’s household, and assisted Rosie just before she died.
Of course, her main job was to occasionally send news of any changes in the wyvern egg via crow, as ordered by Bellos.
After Moiya hatched from his egg, she sent news to Bellos more frequently.
In short, she was sending Bellos Moiya’s growth diary.
“The wound will last about a week. I’ve stopped the bleeding, but you should avoid any strenuous movements as much as possible, and be careful not to let water get on the wound.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Oh, lowering your head like that is the worst thing. It’ll open up the wound.”
When Misha lowered her head to express her gratitude, Bellos waved his hand and stopped her.
“Oh, right.”
“Until you're fully healed, you should also keep your head up high in front of Her Highness Rosie.”
“Oh, right.”
“Until you're fully healed, you should also keep your head up high in front of Her Highness Rosie.”
Misha burst into laughter at Bellos’s sincere joke.
Her face, which had been bloodless until a moment ago, fortunately began to brighten.
“I’m sure Her Highness Rosie understands. I had an accident while bringing Moiya’s sausages.”
“Actually, it’s a bit much to blame Her Highness Rosie or Moiya... It was my job, really.”
Bellos tilted his head to the side at Misha’s words.
“You seem to have grown attached to her, huh?”
“Because Her Highness Rosie and I have been like sisters since the Count’s house. Oh, but I’m your person!”
Misha, who had been speaking with a calm smile, looked at Bellos, who was staring at her, and said hurriedly.
“I’m not saying anything. If you spend more time together, of course, you’ll grow attached.”
However, Bellos had never been attached to anyone in the 250 years since he was 20.
Everyone he had been attached to passed away before him.
So at some point, he stopped consciously being attached to anyone.
However, it seemed like he had already given his affection to Zelda, whom he had only just met.
‘I gave her an incarnation, a wyvern egg, and now even my heart...’
But if you think about it, none of those things were ones he had intended to give to Zelda.
And they weren’t ones she had taken away.
They just flowed to her naturally.
What was more disconcerting was that he had never dreamed that his own heart would become like that.
‘My companion has stripped me of everything I have.’
However, there was still one thing he had not given to Zelda.
Bellos looked at the Incarnation Sword he had propped up against the wall a little while ago.
He would hold out without giving that one.
Until she begged him to give it to her.
‘But would that ever happen? Would she beg me to give her the Incarnation Sword?’
Well, if there wasn’t one, he could just make one.
Misha looked up at the silent Lord of Magic Tower again.
What were you thinking? The emotions of joy, sorrow, and pleasure were showing up one after another on your face.
“My Lord?”
Misha, who felt uncomfortable because the silence seemed to be going on too long, cautiously called out to Bellos.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else for a moment.”
She wanted to ask what was on his mind that made his cheeks flush, but she didn’t dare ask.
“Ah, ahem, for now, focus on healing your wounds. I’ll tell Big to visit you once a day, so you know that.”
“Thank you for your concern. Then, I’ll go back to my room now.”
“I’ll show you around.”
“Oh, no! I can go alone.”
Misha waved her hand.
However, the Lord of Magic Tower had already passed her and was walking towards the door.
“Don’t refuse. I’m sorry.”
The moment the Lord of Magic Tower, who had pulled the doorknob while speaking to Misha, turned his head again, he was startled and took a step back.
“Aoshi, you surprised me!”
“Meow? (Do you know my name?)”
Aoshi looked at Bellos in surprise from Rosie’s arms.
Outside the door, Rosie was holding Aoshi in her arms, her eyes bloodshot.
“Your Highness, didn’t you just go back? Why did you come back?”
At Bellos’ question, Rosie stuck her head into the room and pointed at Misha with her finger.
“I came back to fetch my servant.”
“Huh? Are you alone, Your Highness?”
Bellos tilted his head at the thought that the concubine would come to fetch her servant herself and looked around the hallway.
The hallway was quiet.
“Not alone, but with my cat. His name is Aoshi.”
Rosie replied, stroking Aoshi in her arms.
“...Oh, I see.”
“Your Highness, what if that guy wanders around again? You came out alone!”
Misha quickly came to the door and said to Rosie.
“You have to come back alone, too.”
“Your Highness..."
“Oh, no! I can go alone.”
Misha waved her hand.
However, the Lord of Magic Tower had already passed her and was walking towards the door.
“Don’t refuse. I’m sorry.”
The moment the Lord of Magic Tower, who had pulled the doorknob while speaking to Misha, turned his head again, he was startled and took a step back.
“Aoshi, you surprised me!”
“Meow? (Do you know my name?)”
Aoshi looked at Bellos in surprise from Rosie’s arms.
Outside the door, Rosie was holding Aoshi in her arms, her eyes bloodshot.
“Your Highness, didn’t you just go back? Why did you come back?”
At Bellos’ question, Rosie stuck her head into the room and pointed at Misha with her finger.
“I came back to fetch my servant.”
“Huh? Are you alone, Your Highness?”
Bellos tilted his head at the thought that the concubine would come to fetch her servant herself and looked around the hallway.
The hallway was quiet.
“Not alone, but with my cat. His name is Aoshi.”
Rosie replied, stroking Aoshi in her arms.
“...Oh, I see.”
“Your Highness, what if that guy wanders around again? You came out alone!”
Misha quickly came to the door and said to Rosie.
“You have to come back alone, too.”
“Your Highness..."
Misha’s nose stung.
Rosie placed Aoshi on her shoulder and grabbed Misha’s hand.
“Let’s go, Misha. How’s the pain?”
Aoshi, who had climbed onto Rosie’s shoulder, looked down at her back.
Moiya, who had transformed into a white butterfly and followed him, was attached to Rosie’s back.
“Thanks to the Lord of the Tower, there’s no pain. As long as the wound heals well, there’s no problem.”
Misha said, wiping away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes with her fingers.
“Thank you again, Lord of the Tower. We’ll be going now.”
Rosie folded her hands together and said goodbye to Bellos.
“No problem. Then, take care on your way back, Your Highness.”
Bellos smiled and saw Rosie and Misha off at the door.
He laughed to himself as he looked at the daughter of his only female disciple.
‘I thought their faces didn’t look alike at all, but their personalities are exactly the same.’
Bellos continued to look at Rosie’s back as she walked away, recalling his disciple who had passed away.
“We’ll have to settle things with that guy soon.”
Bellos looked down at the white butterfly, Moiya, attached to her back.
***
“It was good that you brought the magic top to the hunting competition.”
Linel, who had entered the room, said as he leaned back against the headboard after taking a shower.
“That’s right. Thanks to that, Misha recovered quickly.”
I took off the robe I was wearing and placed it on the sofa, and as I sat on the bed, he put his arm around my shoulder.
“Did he specifically target Misha? Or did he simply need blood?”
“I don’t think he was targeting anyone in particular. It’s more likely that one of Rosie’s attendants got caught by bad luck. That means that if it had been you or me who was climbing those stairs, we could have been attacked.”
Linel said, rubbing the back of my neck with his hand.
I felt a chill running down my neck.
“But if he really needed blood and sucked Misha’s blood, there’s a chance that there will be other victims later, right?”
“It’s highly likely. Who could it be... The culprit is clearly inside here.”
“What if the culprit is one of the guests?”
“Of course. If it’s from our empire, I can handle it myself, but if it’s a guest from another country, especially from the Southern Continent... things would be a bit more complicated.”
“Instead of hastily making it public, wouldn’t it be better to keep quiet for now?”
“I think so too. It’ll just make the culprit feel uneasy and let their guard down. If they clearly took the blood because they needed it, something similar will happen again during the hunting competition. We can make it public then.”
“That’s right, the culprit is probably wondering how the clean-up is going by now.”
“I guess so...”
Linel kissed my neck and whispered softly,
“If he were a vampire, he would have bitten here.”
He bit the side of my neck lightly.
For a moment, I thought that such a handsome vampire would gladly give me my neck.
I pushed away his body, leaning against me, and said seriously.
“You're weak. You should bite like this.”
I dug my teeth into his neck and let out an “Aang!” sound.
Despite the proper demonstration, he shook his shoulders in ticklishness.
“I don’t remember having a dog.”
Linel laughed as he hugged me.
“I thought I had someone who turns into a dog when he drinks alcohol?”
I said confidently, pressing my cheek with my index finger.
He rubbed his lips against my ear, pressed his lips against mine as if stamping a seal, and looked into my eyes.
When I smiled with my eyes forming a crescent moon, he smiled back, and his eyes darkened in an instant.
Linel licked my lips gently.
“Don’t you remember raising a dog?”
I said, tilting my head to the side at his sticky kiss.
He stared at me expressionlessly for a moment, then...
“Woof.”
He barked.
His actions just now were not at all dignified as an Emperor, but as a husband, they were incomparably lovely.
I burst out laughing, lay him down on the bed, and kissed him mercilessly.
“Do it again, you were so cute just now.”
“Oh, no.”
He frowned and protested.
“Hand.”
When I held out my hand to him and spoke in a commanding tone, he unconsciously placed his hand on my palm and immediately began to feel pain.
“...This!”
“Look, you’re listening so well?”
At my teasing tone, he suddenly rushed at me like a mad hunting dog.
“Ah, what if you bite me there! Ah, it tickles there!”
The only change in location was that our night was no different from the night at the palace.
No, he was wilder.
Rosie took Misha into her room.
“Misha, are you really okay?”
The moment she said her name, ‘Misha,’ she burst into tears again.
“Your Highness, don’t cry! I told you there’s no pain at all, thanks to the Lord of the Towers, who treated me well. He said my wounds will heal in about a week.”
Misha also burst into tears as soon as she said, ‘Your Highness. ’
“Meow meow. (Don’t cry, kids.)”
Aoshi was also crying sadly among the two, rubbing his eyes with his front paws.
“My sins are not great, Moiya~ sob sob!”
Moiya looked around the room and fell flat in front of Misha, sobbing.
He felt sorry for Misha, but since he couldn’t shed tears, he secretly put saliva on his finger and applied it to his eyes.
Contrary to his dry eyes, his crying was loud.
“But, Misha, you... Are you acquainted with the Lord of Magic Tower?”
Moiya suddenly asked, tilting his head up.
“That’s right, the culprit is probably wondering how the clean-up is going by now.”
“I guess so...”
Linel kissed my neck and whispered softly,
“If he were a vampire, he would have bitten here.”
He bit the side of my neck lightly.
For a moment, I thought that such a handsome vampire would gladly give me my neck.
I pushed away his body, leaning against me, and said seriously.
“You're weak. You should bite like this.”
I dug my teeth into his neck and let out an “Aang!” sound.
Despite the proper demonstration, he shook his shoulders in ticklishness.
“I don’t remember having a dog.”
Linel laughed as he hugged me.
“I thought I had someone who turns into a dog when he drinks alcohol?”
I said confidently, pressing my cheek with my index finger.
He rubbed his lips against my ear, pressed his lips against mine as if stamping a seal, and looked into my eyes.
When I smiled with my eyes forming a crescent moon, he smiled back, and his eyes darkened in an instant.
Linel licked my lips gently.
“Don’t you remember raising a dog?”
I said, tilting my head to the side at his sticky kiss.
He stared at me expressionlessly for a moment, then...
“Woof.”
He barked.
His actions just now were not at all dignified as an Emperor, but as a husband, they were incomparably lovely.
I burst out laughing, lay him down on the bed, and kissed him mercilessly.
“Do it again, you were so cute just now.”
“Oh, no.”
He frowned and protested.
“Hand.”
When I held out my hand to him and spoke in a commanding tone, he unconsciously placed his hand on my palm and immediately began to feel pain.
“...This!”
“Look, you’re listening so well?”
At my teasing tone, he suddenly rushed at me like a mad hunting dog.
“Ah, what if you bite me there! Ah, it tickles there!”
The only change in location was that our night was no different from the night at the palace.
No, he was wilder.
***
Rosie took Misha into her room.
“Misha, are you really okay?”
The moment she said her name, ‘Misha,’ she burst into tears again.
“Your Highness, don’t cry! I told you there’s no pain at all, thanks to the Lord of the Towers, who treated me well. He said my wounds will heal in about a week.”
Misha also burst into tears as soon as she said, ‘Your Highness. ’
“Meow meow. (Don’t cry, kids.)”
Aoshi was also crying sadly among the two, rubbing his eyes with his front paws.
“My sins are not great, Moiya~ sob sob!”
Moiya looked around the room and fell flat in front of Misha, sobbing.
He felt sorry for Misha, but since he couldn’t shed tears, he secretly put saliva on his finger and applied it to his eyes.
Contrary to his dry eyes, his crying was loud.
“But, Misha, you... Are you acquainted with the Lord of Magic Tower?”
Moiya suddenly asked, tilting his head up.
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