After a while, Callius shook his hand and left the place where he had been with the sorcerer.
Mainz, who had been waiting outside, asked Callius without being surprised, as if he had expected this situation to happen when the commotion inside began.
“Did you find the answer you were looking for?”
"Well."
At that ambiguous answer, Mainz glanced inside the door where a faint groan was coming from.
The fact that he couldn't give a satisfactory answer even after being in such a mess meant that the sorcerer didn't have very definitive information.
Mainz bowed his head.
"It's my fault for not bringing the right person. Let's find someone else."
“No, it’s okay.”
Callius had no doubt that Mainz had brought with him the most skilled sorcerer within his power.
Even if he brings in another sorcerer, he won't be better than him.
'It'll just end up increasing the number of people who know that Chloe is cursed.'
Besides, it didn't seem like the sorcerer was lying.
“Oh, as I told you, I can’t break that curse...! However, there is a way to extend her life!”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, no...”
“You’re changing your mind again.”
"Huh! Please save me! Please save me! That's not it! I was just guessing! The powers of a sorcerer and a priestess are incompatible, so why not use the method the Saint used to heal people in the past...! I just thought it would work in principle...!"
The sorcerer was trying to get a bribe by giving out information that was not even certain.
Still, there was some truth to what he said.
Temporarily suppressing the power of the sorcerer with the power of the priest.
Now, there is no longer a miracle-working Saint in Ronheim, but there is Callius, who inherited her blood.
"Perhaps the King still has some of your mother's powers left. If you learns to use them, you could extend the Princess's life for a while!"
If a sorcerer who shuns and refuses to acknowledge the power of the priests said so, it would be a believable story.
Callius headed to the synagogue, the space where his mother had performed ancestral rites for the first time in a long time.
The synagogue built within the inner castle was built right next to the west gate of the inner castle so that the general public could freely enter and exit during rituals.
Callius stared silently at the tightly closed synagogue doors for a while.
It was a door that had not been opened once in the dozen years since his mother was murdered.
“...”
He stroked the doorknob with a longing look on his face.
'Please help me, Mother.'
With a prayerful heart, he unlocked the tightly locked door and forced it open.
The door opened with a heavy creaking sound.
Because it took so long to fix my clothes, I ended up not being able to go for a walk and ended up being stuck in my room all day.
I asked Granada twice if it was stuffy, as if something bad would happen if it didn't get some fresh air for even a day.
But for me, who had spent more than half of my life locked in my room, not going out for a day or so was nothing.
I rested and recovered from the aftereffects without doing anything special.
As I was doing this until the afternoon, Granada said that the room I was going to use was finally ready and led me to the Marchioness's room.
“From now on, Madam, you may use this room.”
This room was said to have been used by the former Queen of Ronheim.
The room, which had been filled with silence and dust for a while after losing its owner, was neatly cleaned.
I slowly looked around the room and entered.
Since it was the Queen's bedroom, I thought it would have fancy items like Kavala's residence, but it was not like that at all.
I looked at each piece of furniture that focused on practicality with minimal decoration.
'All the furniture is old.'
The furniture had been worn down, and the corners were slightly worn, and the handles were discolored.
Still, it felt very well managed.
They were all sturdy and did not break or shake.
It was certain that the people who passed through this furniture were all people who cherished and treasured their belongings.
“It’s so shabby.”
Vanessa frowned as always.
"This furniture is so filthy. I need to replace it with new ones right away. Everything here."
I looked back at Granada and shook my head.
“No need for that. I like the room.”
It was a room that was a bit rustic, but had a certain charm to it.
I like furniture that has a quiet, relaxed, and calm feel.
They were not vulgar or provocative, which put my mind at ease.
“But where is the bed?”
No matter how much I looked around, I couldn't see the bed.
“There is a separate bedroom. Come this way.”
Granada took me to a full-length mirror on one side of the room.
I thought it was strange that there was a full-length mirror on the wall in the corner, not even near the dressing room, but there was a hidden door next to the mirror.
Granada opened the door and led me inside.
“This is the bedroom.”
There was a very large bed in the bedroom. The sunset light streaming in from the window softly illuminated the bed.
There was a small side table on each side of the bed.
But on the left side table, there was a book he had left unread, a carving knife, and a piece of wood he had not yet carved.
I looked at them and asked intuitively.
“Is this place... a shared bedroom?”
“You know very well. From now on, you will share the bedroom with your master.”
I was skeptical, but it was true.
'I've heard that many older castles have a structure where couples share a bedroom. That's true.'
I knew that stone castles like Ronheim Castle, where I was, were originally built with a focus on defense, so they would be somewhat inconvenient for living in.
The most uncomfortable thing was that it was extremely cold.
After all, a stone wall made of stacked stones would emit cold air even when it gets a little cold, making the interior even colder. How much more so would it be in a cold place like Ronheim?
In addition, stone castles have the characteristic of having more rooms without windows than with windows, making it easier to protect the castle from enemy invasion.
This means that many rooms don't have fireplaces. A fireplace requires a window for ventilation.
For that reason, old castles often had communal bedrooms, where the master couple would share a room with a fireplace.
I read in a book that doing it that way is efficient because it saves firewood.
I looked around the bedroom where Callius's things were placed with a strange feeling.
'I feel uneasy because it feels like I've entered someone else's room.'
I felt like I was looking into Callius's room without asking his permission.
“Just get out.”
I rushed out of the shared bedroom for no reason.
After that, I felt a bit embarrassed and just wandered around my room without even turning my head toward the bedroom door.
Even though I tried to ignore it and postpone going to bed as much as possible, the annoying time passed quickly, and it was finally time to go to bed.
“Madam, you’re not nervous, are you?”
As I stood hesitating in front of the bedroom door, Lamia giggled and teased me.
“Wow, you’re nervous!”
Although I denied it, Lamia already had a sinister smile on her face.
“I was wondering why the smell of perfume was so strong on you earlier, and it seems you poured a lot of it on yourself to impress the master.”
“It just smells like soap.”
“Hey, that’s a lie.”
"The scent of soap lingers. It seems I haven't washed properly. I need to take another bath."
I took a bath alone today, too, to develop the habit of being able to do things by myself.
As I was standing in front of the bedroom and turned to go back into the bathroom, Lamia grabbed me urgently.
“You washed it again for the same reason! That was enough!”
"But...!"
“Oh, I told you not to. And men don’t care about things like perfume and bubbles in bed on their first night.”
Suddenly, I tilted my head, wondering what that meant, and Lamia's eyes widened.
“You didn’t receive any sex education, did you?”
“Sex education?”
“Hasn’t anyone ever taught a married couple what happens in bed on their first night?”
I hesitated.
Having already been married once, I knew what the first night was like.
But then, and now, no one taught me that in advance.
'It seems like Lamia is up to some annoying tricks again.'
Thinking that way, I shook off Lamia and spoke bluntly.
“It’s late. I’m too tired to be fooled by your pranks. You should go now.”
But Lamia didn't let me go.
"You really didn't learn it? No, no. You should have known this in advance."
Lamia's expression was more serious than usual.
I couldn't bring myself to reject her because of the change in her voice and attitude.
After that, Lamia taught me what would happen to me now.
I thought I knew enough about marriage to know what it was like.
But that was a huge mistake.
I went into the bedroom in a daze.
The words Lamia had said kept lingering in my mind.
'Oh my god... Oh my god... That... Oh my god...'
My feelings while waiting for Callius were very complicated.
Mainz, who had been waiting outside, asked Callius without being surprised, as if he had expected this situation to happen when the commotion inside began.
“Did you find the answer you were looking for?”
"Well."
At that ambiguous answer, Mainz glanced inside the door where a faint groan was coming from.
The fact that he couldn't give a satisfactory answer even after being in such a mess meant that the sorcerer didn't have very definitive information.
Mainz bowed his head.
"It's my fault for not bringing the right person. Let's find someone else."
“No, it’s okay.”
Callius had no doubt that Mainz had brought with him the most skilled sorcerer within his power.
Even if he brings in another sorcerer, he won't be better than him.
'It'll just end up increasing the number of people who know that Chloe is cursed.'
Besides, it didn't seem like the sorcerer was lying.
“Oh, as I told you, I can’t break that curse...! However, there is a way to extend her life!”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, no...”
“You’re changing your mind again.”
"Huh! Please save me! Please save me! That's not it! I was just guessing! The powers of a sorcerer and a priestess are incompatible, so why not use the method the Saint used to heal people in the past...! I just thought it would work in principle...!"
The sorcerer was trying to get a bribe by giving out information that was not even certain.
Still, there was some truth to what he said.
Temporarily suppressing the power of the sorcerer with the power of the priest.
Now, there is no longer a miracle-working Saint in Ronheim, but there is Callius, who inherited her blood.
"Perhaps the King still has some of your mother's powers left. If you learns to use them, you could extend the Princess's life for a while!"
If a sorcerer who shuns and refuses to acknowledge the power of the priests said so, it would be a believable story.
Callius headed to the synagogue, the space where his mother had performed ancestral rites for the first time in a long time.
The synagogue built within the inner castle was built right next to the west gate of the inner castle so that the general public could freely enter and exit during rituals.
Callius stared silently at the tightly closed synagogue doors for a while.
It was a door that had not been opened once in the dozen years since his mother was murdered.
“...”
He stroked the doorknob with a longing look on his face.
'Please help me, Mother.'
With a prayerful heart, he unlocked the tightly locked door and forced it open.
The door opened with a heavy creaking sound.
***
Because it took so long to fix my clothes, I ended up not being able to go for a walk and ended up being stuck in my room all day.
I asked Granada twice if it was stuffy, as if something bad would happen if it didn't get some fresh air for even a day.
But for me, who had spent more than half of my life locked in my room, not going out for a day or so was nothing.
I rested and recovered from the aftereffects without doing anything special.
As I was doing this until the afternoon, Granada said that the room I was going to use was finally ready and led me to the Marchioness's room.
“From now on, Madam, you may use this room.”
This room was said to have been used by the former Queen of Ronheim.
The room, which had been filled with silence and dust for a while after losing its owner, was neatly cleaned.
I slowly looked around the room and entered.
Since it was the Queen's bedroom, I thought it would have fancy items like Kavala's residence, but it was not like that at all.
I looked at each piece of furniture that focused on practicality with minimal decoration.
'All the furniture is old.'
The furniture had been worn down, and the corners were slightly worn, and the handles were discolored.
Still, it felt very well managed.
They were all sturdy and did not break or shake.
It was certain that the people who passed through this furniture were all people who cherished and treasured their belongings.
“It’s so shabby.”
Vanessa frowned as always.
"This furniture is so filthy. I need to replace it with new ones right away. Everything here."
I looked back at Granada and shook my head.
“No need for that. I like the room.”
It was a room that was a bit rustic, but had a certain charm to it.
I like furniture that has a quiet, relaxed, and calm feel.
They were not vulgar or provocative, which put my mind at ease.
“But where is the bed?”
No matter how much I looked around, I couldn't see the bed.
“There is a separate bedroom. Come this way.”
Granada took me to a full-length mirror on one side of the room.
I thought it was strange that there was a full-length mirror on the wall in the corner, not even near the dressing room, but there was a hidden door next to the mirror.
Granada opened the door and led me inside.
“This is the bedroom.”
There was a very large bed in the bedroom. The sunset light streaming in from the window softly illuminated the bed.
There was a small side table on each side of the bed.
But on the left side table, there was a book he had left unread, a carving knife, and a piece of wood he had not yet carved.
I looked at them and asked intuitively.
“Is this place... a shared bedroom?”
“You know very well. From now on, you will share the bedroom with your master.”
I was skeptical, but it was true.
'I've heard that many older castles have a structure where couples share a bedroom. That's true.'
I knew that stone castles like Ronheim Castle, where I was, were originally built with a focus on defense, so they would be somewhat inconvenient for living in.
The most uncomfortable thing was that it was extremely cold.
After all, a stone wall made of stacked stones would emit cold air even when it gets a little cold, making the interior even colder. How much more so would it be in a cold place like Ronheim?
In addition, stone castles have the characteristic of having more rooms without windows than with windows, making it easier to protect the castle from enemy invasion.
This means that many rooms don't have fireplaces. A fireplace requires a window for ventilation.
For that reason, old castles often had communal bedrooms, where the master couple would share a room with a fireplace.
I read in a book that doing it that way is efficient because it saves firewood.
I looked around the bedroom where Callius's things were placed with a strange feeling.
'I feel uneasy because it feels like I've entered someone else's room.'
I felt like I was looking into Callius's room without asking his permission.
“Just get out.”
I rushed out of the shared bedroom for no reason.
After that, I felt a bit embarrassed and just wandered around my room without even turning my head toward the bedroom door.
Even though I tried to ignore it and postpone going to bed as much as possible, the annoying time passed quickly, and it was finally time to go to bed.
“Madam, you’re not nervous, are you?”
As I stood hesitating in front of the bedroom door, Lamia giggled and teased me.
“Wow, you’re nervous!”
Although I denied it, Lamia already had a sinister smile on her face.
“I was wondering why the smell of perfume was so strong on you earlier, and it seems you poured a lot of it on yourself to impress the master.”
“It just smells like soap.”
“Hey, that’s a lie.”
"The scent of soap lingers. It seems I haven't washed properly. I need to take another bath."
I took a bath alone today, too, to develop the habit of being able to do things by myself.
As I was standing in front of the bedroom and turned to go back into the bathroom, Lamia grabbed me urgently.
“You washed it again for the same reason! That was enough!”
"But...!"
“Oh, I told you not to. And men don’t care about things like perfume and bubbles in bed on their first night.”
Suddenly, I tilted my head, wondering what that meant, and Lamia's eyes widened.
“You didn’t receive any sex education, did you?”
“Sex education?”
“Hasn’t anyone ever taught a married couple what happens in bed on their first night?”
I hesitated.
Having already been married once, I knew what the first night was like.
But then, and now, no one taught me that in advance.
'It seems like Lamia is up to some annoying tricks again.'
Thinking that way, I shook off Lamia and spoke bluntly.
“It’s late. I’m too tired to be fooled by your pranks. You should go now.”
But Lamia didn't let me go.
"You really didn't learn it? No, no. You should have known this in advance."
Lamia's expression was more serious than usual.
I couldn't bring myself to reject her because of the change in her voice and attitude.
After that, Lamia taught me what would happen to me now.
I thought I knew enough about marriage to know what it was like.
But that was a huge mistake.
I went into the bedroom in a daze.
The words Lamia had said kept lingering in my mind.
'Oh my god... Oh my god... That... Oh my god...'
My feelings while waiting for Callius were very complicated.
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