'No.'
She muttered to herself. She was just going to fiddle with the device inside, but being aware of it would be even stranger. And there was no need for Shartus to take his hand now.
'I'm the one doing it, but I'm in a hurry.'
Rosentine grumbled inwardly, the tips of her ears turning red. The man's hands, which had been holding a sword for a long time, were firm and stiff, with every joint intact.
A hand larger than her own gently wrapped itself around Rosentine's. It seemed as if he was being careful, even though he'd grabbed it without warning.
"Now?"
"Now..."
The two bodies, each with its hands in a good spot, pressed close together. After a brief pause, Rosentine continued. Shartus shifted to find a comfortable position.
"Excuse me for a moment."
After a brief word of understanding, his hand came up to her shoulder. So, it was time to return it to Shartus.
It became a hugging position.
“Stay here.”
Rosentine took Shartus's fingertips and guided him. Shartus drew his arm in a little further. It was where the handle was. It was a small pole that spiraled upward.
As his arms went inward, his body naturally tightened. Rosentine flinched, then stopped moving. From above, Shartus's voice came. It was a low, whispering voice.
“Nervousness is poison.”
The soothing voice, as if to soothe her heart, was faintly sweet. The hand on her shoulder gently patted her twice, seemingly trying to calm her nerves.
That makes her even more nervous, but it's the same person who relieves it. Rosentine exhaled quietly at the ironic turn of events. Even without Shartus, it was a tense moment.
You must first find out when and where the stinger will come out. However, if you blindly touch everything around you, you can unknowingly touch the equipment or touch the poison. They had to be careful because they didn't know where or how much poison there was.
"I didn't volunteer to die."
Shartus said again. It was a word that made Rosentine pull up the corners of her mouth.
"...I'm not going to die either."
She doesn't know if it means the exact opposite.
She thought of her precious things one after another. Corte's face and the cozy things of the mansion she lives in appear one after another, and finally end with Shartus looking at her right next to her. It felt like returning to reality
Shartus, who was looking at her face, laughed softly. He placed the pillar, grabbed Rosentine's fingertips, and knocked the tip of it as if praising it. It was an action that made people's hearts flutter for no reason.
"And?"
"If you hold it and pour the wine, you can just lower it down. It might take a little effort."
"No problem."
"Faith goes..."
"What after that?"
"After that."
Rosentine stopped talking. After that, you should quickly explore a few points that you have in mind. It doesn't take long for the medicine to flow out sufficiently. It was also at that time that the poison stings came out.
If she didn't find it quickly, the stinger would poison not only her but also Shartus's hand. As it was written in the document, it passed through their hands one after another. If that happens, everything will be over.
"...I have to stop the sting."
"How?"
Rosentine thought of the blueprint she had learned.
"Next to the section where the stinger comes out is the central core that moves the device. If you find the right place and break it, you can stop the stinger device without touching the part where the medicine comes out."
Since it was a large cabinet, the interior was more spacious than she expected. She had three places in mind. One of them had to be a device for the stinger. That way, you can stop the device while the wine is coming down.
"Because you broke it?"
"Yes, I broke it."
"...With your own strength?"
"It's not like an iron plate, it's a thin plate made of wood, so I can break it by myself."
The plate was smashed, but in fact, it was like pressing the device inside to block it. Just as she was about to explain this, Shartus quietly grabbed her fingertips.
It was a short movement of holding it in your hand and then leaving. Rosentine smiled softly at the gesture that seemed to tell her to be careful.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
In an instant, a tense atmosphere flowed. The faces of the other two people who came to their side and looked at them were also stiff.
Shartus grabbed the handle like a pillar. His hand on her shoulder also strengthened. It was heavier than before, but it was somehow stable. As she breathed in, he commanded.
"Bring me wine."
"Yes."
She heard the sound of rapid movement. As it was their secret meeting place, several bottles of wine were prepared.
After a brief rattling sound, Hostang came with a bottle with a stiff face. When the plug opened with a popping sound, a fragrant smell filled the room.
Shartus moved his hand. Rosentine's hand and the back of his hand brushed against each other, and as he forcefully lowered the pillar, the glass began to slowly rise. It was the legendary 'Mura's Ivory' that I had heard about countless times.
"...If all goes well, everything will be fine."
"The rest of the wine will be toasted, so hold it and wait."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The monarch's voice flowed reliably. With a gurgling sound, the wine began to fill the glass very little by little. When the glass was filled to a certain extent, a small sound sounded like a puff. It was the sound of a machine working.
Rosentine was terrifyingly focused and came up with the blueprint. She tucked her arm in a little further. Inside, the three places she had found were showing off their presence in her head one by one.
That's right. She heard a sound. Once one. At the same time as she thought, Rosentine took her hand to the leftmost position.
You can't tell what the right place is by touch. However, if you hit it blindly, even the device that dispenses the medicine could disappear
"Be careful."
Shartus said lowly. He was keeping an eye on Rosentine's face and the amount of wine being filled. His eyes sank coldly, and his tense hands tightened to react to every situation. He moved his hand just as Rosentine had simulated.
Trick.
With a sound, a tooth turned around. The teeth, carefully turned with your fingertips, spit out the seams.
Rosentine sighed. Once one. The way to find out if the place was right was simple. If there was a protrusion of the cross, it was there.
"It's about half full."
Shartus looked at the wine glass and said. Red wine filled the white Ivory with red wine. Rosentine hardened her face. It was time to move on to the next one.
Rosentine leaned closer to Shartus. Each position is at 11 o'clock, on time, and at 1 o'clock. Naturally, Shartus' arm was strengthened. It seemed that he was completely holding her now.
The cabinet was so deep that you had to stretch out your arms to reach the inside of the other side, so he held the center of the swaying body with her arms in it.
"When will the stinger be fired?"
"It's time for the medicine to be released."
Rosentine gritted her teeth and said. Her voice trembled as she tried to tighten her fingertips. Lucien, who was anxiously counting the time next to him, grabbed the wine bottle from Hostang.
"Let's grow a little more slowly."
"This is already the slowest speed."
Hostang shook his head. It was as he said. The wine, which he was pouring as intently as possible, was gurgling like water coming from a clogged hose. If you want to pour it more slowly than this, you have to drop it as if it were a drop, and if that happens, the device will not work.
"Your Highness. The glass is full."
"Roan."
"It's all done."
The more Rosentine concentrated, the brighter her burning eyes became. Shartus was looking into her eyes as he waited. Eyes that, at crucial moments, sought out what lay beyond what was immediately before them.
Tak.
She heard a sound. Hostang looked up.
"Is it okay?"
"One!"
Rosentine burst out. The protrusion she could hold at her fingertips was a straight edge. Finally, one remained. There was less than one minute of wine left.
When the medicine begins to seep in, the device will prepare to spew poison. Shartus looked directly at the wine glass. It was about to stop.
"I'll clean it up."
It was a quick word. Lucien and Hostang nodded and tried to put away the wine.
Not only Roan's, but also Shartus's hand was in there.
Since the lord had put his hand in it, the first priority was not medicine, but the safety of Shartus. No matter how hard they tried to obtain this ornament, the life of the Prince they were serving could not be more precious than that of the Crown Prince.
"Wait a minute."
It was Rosentine who stopped him. She reached out and touched the tip of the last spot. Shartus raised his untouched hand to stop Lucien and Hostang. Even though he gritted his teeth, Lucien obeyed his words. It was the moment Rosentine returned her cogs.
'Come out at this point!'
It was quite earnest. It was a gamble, but she had no intention of dying here. With a creaking sound, the teeth turned clumsily. The gap was narrow, but Rosentine squeezed it open and touched its insides. The protrusions contained were in the shape of a cross. It was a place where there was a poisonous sting.
"Here it is!"
"The wine is full. The medicine starts to spread!"
A moment of improvisation. The medicine was already spreading. Rosentine heard an unusual sound. Inside the cabinet that came into contact with her ear, she heard the sound of another machine running. It is a poisonous needle. She felt it instinctively and raised her hand to smash the place she was aiming for. She didn't know if it would be time.
"Watch out."
It was then that Shartus made a move. He moved so fast that she couldn't see it, and first pulled out Rosentine's arm. At the same time, the arm moved. He put his hand into the empty space where Rosentine's hand fell first, and applied force. There was a crackling sound and a falling sound. She was startled and tried to stop him, but by the time she came to her senses, it was already after the work was over.
With his arm out, Shartus had a part of the machine in his hand. It was the same as what Rosentine saw in the blueprint.
Thud, and her pulse was relieved. It felt like her whole body, which had been tense and tense, was hanging down painfully. She unknowingly leaned her head on Shartus's shoulder.
Rosentine felt a little sorry for the arm that had been severely pulled out, but she knew what would have happened to Shartus if he hadn't blocked the stinger.
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