Episode 61. The Wild Lion
Olivia looked at Mrs. Winfred with a pitiful gaze. After suffering for a long time, she had fallen asleep in her sitting position.
“Meson, could you please make Mrs. Winfred comfortable for her?”
“Yes.”
“But I know you’re not supposed to open the engine room door, so I’m not sure if that’s okay.”
"Don't worry. His Highness the Prince will take care of that. By the way, there weren't 32 magic transport pipes."
“Not 32?”
"I'd understand if it wasn't a few points different, but this is an unbelievable amount. I didn't count them all, but it was at least twice as many."
“...”
Olivia blinked blankly, then lowered her gaze, lost in thought. It was impossible with the magic dome she'd designed, but technology is inherently progressive. Ansen Wilhelm probably wasn't idle either, so perhaps that's the case.
As she nodded at the conclusion she had reached on her own, the door burst open and a wild scent wafted in.
Olivia reflexively raised her head and held her breath without realizing it.
“...!”
There was Herod's young lion, who had just finished a battle.
Literally, she vaguely thought of a lion.
Hia blonde hair, which had never been out of place for even a moment, was now disheveled, and his white shirt was soaked with a liquid that was either sweat or seawater and clung to her body.
The roughly chiseled pectoralis major muscle visible through the gap in his open shirt looked even more fierce in the dim light.
Olivia quickly looked away, feeling like she had seen something she shouldn't have.
A wild scent, a mixture of sweat and musk, rose above the faint scent of shells and the ocean air. As the massive presence drew closer, it felt as if an invisible wave was washing over her.
“Why is this person like this?”
When Noah came into the room and winked at the drooping Mrs. Winfred, Meson quickly answered.
“It’s a miracle she didn’t vomit. She was extremely motion sick.”
Noah looked at Olivia, who was sitting quietly, and instinctively looked at her face.
“Liv, are you feeling seasick?”
Olivia quickly raised her head and answered the commanding question.
“No, I don’t get motion sickness.”
Looking up from below, she felt an even more overwhelming sense of oppression.
Because she'd always encountered him as a gentleman, he felt even more unfamiliar. Olivia tried her best not to look at the gap in his shirt.
Noah looked down at her blankly and nodded.
“I think so.”
“...”
“It’s over, so rest.”
Noah, overcome with fatigue, turned away. Olivia straightened her back and pursed her lips. But she couldn't say anything.
She couldn't even begin to fathom how she should greet him. Finally, as he left the room, the unspoken words rolled off her lips like a sigh.
Olivia, who had been biting her lip, unbuckled her seatbelt, stood up, and examined Mrs. Winfred. Meanwhile, the crew entered the cabin and began tidying up.
Meanwhile, Noah, who had left Olivia's room, spoke listlessly to Meson, who was following him.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make a restaurant reservation tomorrow.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“Don’t wake me up tomorrow.”
At the sound of his extremely tired voice, Meson nodded, suppressing the urge to ask about the flashlight.
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Noah rummaged through the messy room and collapsed on the sofa. The smell of sweat and the pungent smell of the sea permeated his body, but he fell into deep sleep.
A languid sigh escaped Noah's lips.
Alcohol, cards, and even attacks from sea monsters.
The long and tedious night was slowly coming to an end.
Ansen, who was drinking alone in a dark room, recalled that scene again.
Noah Astrid reached out to Olivia as if it was natural, and Olivia took his arm and walked lightly through the garden and got into the carriage.
It's hard to believe, but it seems that the Herodian royal family chose Olivia Liberty as Prince Noah's wife.
But what was more surprising than that was the expression on the Prince's face as he looked down at her.
Ansen was deeply shocked to see the Prince, who had been polite only for his own dignity, smiling so affectionately at her.
It may be beneficial to the Herod family, but for Noah Astrid, isn't Olivia Liberty a symbol of sacrifice and dishonor?
Among the Herodian royals of all time, some had commoners as mistresses, but none as consorts. No matter how times change, a royal family remains a royal family. How could he, a man of royal blood, smile like that when he sees Olivia?
Noah Astrid, who was more arrogant than anyone else.
Ansen took another sip of his drink and placed his hand on his forehead. The strong smell of alcohol rose up his throat, making his head spin.
“Olivia.”
His heart fluttered at the fiercely pronounced name.
The name Olivia stuck with Ansen.
Countless nights, he pondered alone: What if Olivia Liberty became Olivia Wilhelm?
But no matter what, he couldn't make that woman into Wilhelm.
Arrogantly, Olivia's position was not there.
The woman was always poor and pitiful. In his mind, Olivia remained a girl, hiding behind a tree and crying alone.
The things she so desperately desired were, to him, insignificant and trivial. It was easy for him to make even one little woman feel comfortable.
“What did I want from you?”
Ansen asked himself blankly.
Then he chuckled.
“I wanted you to hang in.”
He wanted Olivia to cling to Ansen Wilhelm, even if it meant making it so that her only salvation was to him.
He wanted her to be subservient to him.
So, he didn't properly distribute Magic Dome's performance bonus and blocked all employment opportunities. He wanted to somehow get a hold of that woman.
And then she became Prince Noah's wife.
Although there was no official announcement yet, Herod and Pulder's newspapers were publishing pictures of the two every day, calling it the romance of the century.
Ansen brought the bottle to his lips and tilted it. The spot where the strong alcohol had passed felt as if burned.
“Noah Astrid.”
The kid who seemed like he would cause great harm at any moment finally took Olivia.
Ansen's eyes flashed fiercely.
“Noah Astrid.”
As he tightened his grip on the bottle, the blood vessels in his hand bulged out.
How could I get Olivia back from that bastard? How could I bring the little girl who had run away into Herod's palace back to my side?
With that question, Ansen remembered the golden bars that had barred him from Princess Marguerite's mansion.
If I couldn't even get through Princess Margaret's bars, how could I get through Herod's royal bars?
Ansen finally threw the bottle of alcohol he was holding with all his might.
Clang!
The bottle of wine flew into the mirror, shattering with a sharp noise along with the mirror. Ansen's distorted face, reflected in the shattered shards, was also shattered.
But Ansen, who had been breathing heavily, suddenly stopped breathing. His gaze, which had been trembling and wandering, stopped in one place, unable to move.
A sense of crisis, incomparable to the present, ran down his spine like a chill.
“Magic Dome...”
Yeah, the magic dome. He's everything.
Ansen was able to take away the Magic Dome from Olivia, but he couldn't take away the knowledge in her head.
It wouldn't be a problem for Olivia to reveal to Prince Noah that she was the developer of the Magic Dome. After all, it was a matter that occurred in Pulder, and resolving it would likely involve legal action in Pulder, which would be awkward for the Herod royal family.
But what if... Olivia and the Prince decided to use their knowledge and wealth to build another magic dome business.
Ansen felt a chill run down his spine, as if a knife had been pointed at his neck.
He jumped up from his seat, rubbed the back of his neck, and muttered.
“It is only a possibility, as the conservative Herodian royal family would not readily approve of the princess’s business.”
Even Prince Noah struggled to start a business, so he focused solely on investments. The more you enjoy, the more restrictions you often face. The royal family of this era faced even more restrictions.
Even if Olivia were to go into the Magic Dome business against all odds, it wouldn't happen right away.
But even so, Ansen's anxiety surged like a raging wave, shaking him. It might be unlikely, but it's not impossible, is it?
Ansen began to roll his head endlessly, immersed in the darkness.
Olivia must be taken away from Noah Astrid.
Noah, who had been sleeping uncomfortably on the sofa, woke up when the sailors finished cleaning the cabin, took a bath, and fell asleep again.
And as the sun passed its zenith and began to set in the west, he woke up.
The wild appearance of the previous night had disappeared, leaving only a Prince filled with a languid aura.
He leisurely sipped the hot tea on the nightstand, then stood up, opened the closet door, and returned to bed, holding something in his hand.
What he held in his hand was none other than Olivia's flashlight and a crumpled piece of paper. He was so tired as he lay down on the sofa that he hadn't even noticed they were carelessly shoved into his pocket.
Noah leaned back against the headboard and slowly adjusted Olivia's flashlight. His eyes darkened.
It was because he remembered the item he'd thrown away from Isabelle Seymour in a fit of anger. He also didn't like the idea of everyone remembering him carrying it around.
Noah clicked his tongue slightly and put the flashlight down.
A strange unease came over him, but thinking about it wouldn't give him an answer, and now was the time to ask Isabelle Seymour to return it.
Noah pushed the unease out of his mind and opened the picture Olivia had drawn. At the same time, he recalled their conversation the night before.
"Actually, I helped out occasionally when the Magic Dome was being built. But I never had the chance to actually see it."
Noah's gaze lingered on the paper for a long time.
Although the drawing was rough, it was accurate, and most importantly, it diagnosed the cause of the problem through subtle sounds that would be difficult for the average person to discern. Furthermore, it clearly identified the solution.
At this point, it had to be seen as going beyond the scope of simple 'help', as if a magic dome had materialized in Olivia's head.
Noah slowly lowered his hand holding the painting, his eyes shining sharply.
Olivia looked at Mrs. Winfred with a pitiful gaze. After suffering for a long time, she had fallen asleep in her sitting position.
“Meson, could you please make Mrs. Winfred comfortable for her?”
“Yes.”
“But I know you’re not supposed to open the engine room door, so I’m not sure if that’s okay.”
"Don't worry. His Highness the Prince will take care of that. By the way, there weren't 32 magic transport pipes."
“Not 32?”
"I'd understand if it wasn't a few points different, but this is an unbelievable amount. I didn't count them all, but it was at least twice as many."
“...”
Olivia blinked blankly, then lowered her gaze, lost in thought. It was impossible with the magic dome she'd designed, but technology is inherently progressive. Ansen Wilhelm probably wasn't idle either, so perhaps that's the case.
As she nodded at the conclusion she had reached on her own, the door burst open and a wild scent wafted in.
Olivia reflexively raised her head and held her breath without realizing it.
“...!”
There was Herod's young lion, who had just finished a battle.
Literally, she vaguely thought of a lion.
Hia blonde hair, which had never been out of place for even a moment, was now disheveled, and his white shirt was soaked with a liquid that was either sweat or seawater and clung to her body.
The roughly chiseled pectoralis major muscle visible through the gap in his open shirt looked even more fierce in the dim light.
Olivia quickly looked away, feeling like she had seen something she shouldn't have.
A wild scent, a mixture of sweat and musk, rose above the faint scent of shells and the ocean air. As the massive presence drew closer, it felt as if an invisible wave was washing over her.
“Why is this person like this?”
When Noah came into the room and winked at the drooping Mrs. Winfred, Meson quickly answered.
“It’s a miracle she didn’t vomit. She was extremely motion sick.”
Noah looked at Olivia, who was sitting quietly, and instinctively looked at her face.
“Liv, are you feeling seasick?”
Olivia quickly raised her head and answered the commanding question.
“No, I don’t get motion sickness.”
Looking up from below, she felt an even more overwhelming sense of oppression.
Because she'd always encountered him as a gentleman, he felt even more unfamiliar. Olivia tried her best not to look at the gap in his shirt.
Noah looked down at her blankly and nodded.
“I think so.”
“...”
“It’s over, so rest.”
Noah, overcome with fatigue, turned away. Olivia straightened her back and pursed her lips. But she couldn't say anything.
She couldn't even begin to fathom how she should greet him. Finally, as he left the room, the unspoken words rolled off her lips like a sigh.
Olivia, who had been biting her lip, unbuckled her seatbelt, stood up, and examined Mrs. Winfred. Meanwhile, the crew entered the cabin and began tidying up.
Meanwhile, Noah, who had left Olivia's room, spoke listlessly to Meson, who was following him.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make a restaurant reservation tomorrow.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“Don’t wake me up tomorrow.”
At the sound of his extremely tired voice, Meson nodded, suppressing the urge to ask about the flashlight.
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Noah rummaged through the messy room and collapsed on the sofa. The smell of sweat and the pungent smell of the sea permeated his body, but he fell into deep sleep.
A languid sigh escaped Noah's lips.
Alcohol, cards, and even attacks from sea monsters.
The long and tedious night was slowly coming to an end.
***
Ansen, who was drinking alone in a dark room, recalled that scene again.
Noah Astrid reached out to Olivia as if it was natural, and Olivia took his arm and walked lightly through the garden and got into the carriage.
It's hard to believe, but it seems that the Herodian royal family chose Olivia Liberty as Prince Noah's wife.
But what was more surprising than that was the expression on the Prince's face as he looked down at her.
Ansen was deeply shocked to see the Prince, who had been polite only for his own dignity, smiling so affectionately at her.
It may be beneficial to the Herod family, but for Noah Astrid, isn't Olivia Liberty a symbol of sacrifice and dishonor?
Among the Herodian royals of all time, some had commoners as mistresses, but none as consorts. No matter how times change, a royal family remains a royal family. How could he, a man of royal blood, smile like that when he sees Olivia?
Noah Astrid, who was more arrogant than anyone else.
Ansen took another sip of his drink and placed his hand on his forehead. The strong smell of alcohol rose up his throat, making his head spin.
“Olivia.”
His heart fluttered at the fiercely pronounced name.
The name Olivia stuck with Ansen.
Countless nights, he pondered alone: What if Olivia Liberty became Olivia Wilhelm?
But no matter what, he couldn't make that woman into Wilhelm.
Arrogantly, Olivia's position was not there.
The woman was always poor and pitiful. In his mind, Olivia remained a girl, hiding behind a tree and crying alone.
The things she so desperately desired were, to him, insignificant and trivial. It was easy for him to make even one little woman feel comfortable.
“What did I want from you?”
Ansen asked himself blankly.
Then he chuckled.
“I wanted you to hang in.”
He wanted Olivia to cling to Ansen Wilhelm, even if it meant making it so that her only salvation was to him.
He wanted her to be subservient to him.
So, he didn't properly distribute Magic Dome's performance bonus and blocked all employment opportunities. He wanted to somehow get a hold of that woman.
And then she became Prince Noah's wife.
Although there was no official announcement yet, Herod and Pulder's newspapers were publishing pictures of the two every day, calling it the romance of the century.
Ansen brought the bottle to his lips and tilted it. The spot where the strong alcohol had passed felt as if burned.
“Noah Astrid.”
The kid who seemed like he would cause great harm at any moment finally took Olivia.
Ansen's eyes flashed fiercely.
“Noah Astrid.”
As he tightened his grip on the bottle, the blood vessels in his hand bulged out.
How could I get Olivia back from that bastard? How could I bring the little girl who had run away into Herod's palace back to my side?
With that question, Ansen remembered the golden bars that had barred him from Princess Marguerite's mansion.
If I couldn't even get through Princess Margaret's bars, how could I get through Herod's royal bars?
Ansen finally threw the bottle of alcohol he was holding with all his might.
Clang!
The bottle of wine flew into the mirror, shattering with a sharp noise along with the mirror. Ansen's distorted face, reflected in the shattered shards, was also shattered.
But Ansen, who had been breathing heavily, suddenly stopped breathing. His gaze, which had been trembling and wandering, stopped in one place, unable to move.
A sense of crisis, incomparable to the present, ran down his spine like a chill.
“Magic Dome...”
Yeah, the magic dome. He's everything.
Ansen was able to take away the Magic Dome from Olivia, but he couldn't take away the knowledge in her head.
It wouldn't be a problem for Olivia to reveal to Prince Noah that she was the developer of the Magic Dome. After all, it was a matter that occurred in Pulder, and resolving it would likely involve legal action in Pulder, which would be awkward for the Herod royal family.
But what if... Olivia and the Prince decided to use their knowledge and wealth to build another magic dome business.
Ansen felt a chill run down his spine, as if a knife had been pointed at his neck.
He jumped up from his seat, rubbed the back of his neck, and muttered.
“It is only a possibility, as the conservative Herodian royal family would not readily approve of the princess’s business.”
Even Prince Noah struggled to start a business, so he focused solely on investments. The more you enjoy, the more restrictions you often face. The royal family of this era faced even more restrictions.
Even if Olivia were to go into the Magic Dome business against all odds, it wouldn't happen right away.
But even so, Ansen's anxiety surged like a raging wave, shaking him. It might be unlikely, but it's not impossible, is it?
Ansen began to roll his head endlessly, immersed in the darkness.
Olivia must be taken away from Noah Astrid.
***
Noah, who had been sleeping uncomfortably on the sofa, woke up when the sailors finished cleaning the cabin, took a bath, and fell asleep again.
And as the sun passed its zenith and began to set in the west, he woke up.
The wild appearance of the previous night had disappeared, leaving only a Prince filled with a languid aura.
He leisurely sipped the hot tea on the nightstand, then stood up, opened the closet door, and returned to bed, holding something in his hand.
What he held in his hand was none other than Olivia's flashlight and a crumpled piece of paper. He was so tired as he lay down on the sofa that he hadn't even noticed they were carelessly shoved into his pocket.
Noah leaned back against the headboard and slowly adjusted Olivia's flashlight. His eyes darkened.
It was because he remembered the item he'd thrown away from Isabelle Seymour in a fit of anger. He also didn't like the idea of everyone remembering him carrying it around.
Noah clicked his tongue slightly and put the flashlight down.
A strange unease came over him, but thinking about it wouldn't give him an answer, and now was the time to ask Isabelle Seymour to return it.
Noah pushed the unease out of his mind and opened the picture Olivia had drawn. At the same time, he recalled their conversation the night before.
"Actually, I helped out occasionally when the Magic Dome was being built. But I never had the chance to actually see it."
Noah's gaze lingered on the paper for a long time.
Although the drawing was rough, it was accurate, and most importantly, it diagnosed the cause of the problem through subtle sounds that would be difficult for the average person to discern. Furthermore, it clearly identified the solution.
At this point, it had to be seen as going beyond the scope of simple 'help', as if a magic dome had materialized in Olivia's head.
Noah slowly lowered his hand holding the painting, his eyes shining sharply.
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