Some aristocrats rubbed their eyes, forgetting it was an undignified act. But no matter how many times they looked, they were right.
Leonard Diollus.
More than a decade had passed since heâd disappeared, but his appearance hadnât changed at all. No, if one thing had changed, it was his sharp impression. His eyes, a little soft in the past, were now so fierce that it was difficult to see them for more than a minute. It was as if he had the power to kill you if you saw him wrong in the eye.
Leonard, who looked at the nobles in the conference hall one by one with sharp eyes like a beast searching for prey, took a step.
Tap, tap, tap.
His heavy footsteps echoed through the silent crowd. Behind him, Viego, the young duke, coughed and followed a bit anxiously.
The left side of the upper seat, the first seat.
â⊠Duke Diollus,â Lark looked at Leonard, whose seat had been empty for ten years, and muttered in embarrassment.
âI heard that my daughter caused a problem.â
ââŠâ
Larkâs face stiffened. The eyes of the nobles widened at Leonardâs sudden remark.
Leonard said, looking sharply at the table in the conference hall, which soon began to murmur, âArenât you going to start the meeting?â
The nobles were bewildered, facing Leonard with fierce momentum.
Among them, Lark, with his eyes closed, bit his lips. The painful silence did not last long. His hoarse voice soon scattered through the conference hall air. â⊠Letâs start.â
***
The twins grumbled as they looked down from a second-floor window at the carriage that had returned with Leonard and Viego.
âI donât know what Brother Viego is thinking. Why did he take His Grace?â
âYou know his personality. Princess Lisbeth was pitiful. He would have asked for a little effort from him to prevent her being confined to the island.â
âUgh, how annoying!â Ricky messed up his hair. âI wondered if Iâd never have to see Lisbethâs unlucky face again!â
âDonât be so heartbroken, Ricky. No matter how hard someone tries, some things canât be done. They wonât be able to stop her confinement after killing her sister.â
âIs that so? I mean, isnât Lisbeth scary? With what guts did she do that?â
âWho knows? The imperial succession battle is terrifying. She must have been taken advantage of by someone like an idiot.â
âButâŠâ
âMm? What is that?â
Lillia stood close to the window. Two carriages were coming into the mansion. Behind the carriage of Duke Diollus stood a carriage bearing the imperial seal.
âIsnât that the military police?â Rickyâs eyes widened, and he stuck them to the window.
Two military policemen in red uniforms were disembarking from the imperial carriage.
âWhat is it? Iâm scared. Why did the military police suddenly come?â
âOh? Wait, wait.â
Lillia, who noticed something again, tapped Ricky on the shoulder and made a fuss.
âIsnât that Rubette? Why is she out there?â
***
When I finished preparing, as expected, there was a military police force accompanying me. Dad saw me as if he had been waiting and approached me immediately.
âHow was your trip?â
ââŠâ
Dad stood tall before me and was silent for a long time. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he was having difficulty opening his mouth, so only his lips twitched for a few minutes.
In the end, Viego, standing behind him, slightly pushed him out.
âRubette.â
âYes, Brother.â
âHuftâŠâ
He sighed, sat down with his knees bent, and held my shoulder firmly.
âListen carefully.â
âYes.â
âYou will go to the Tower of Silence from now on.â
âWhat?â I was surprised at the unexpected destination.
The Tower of Silence was where Lisbeth was now imprisoned. A prison for imprisoning members of the imperial family who had not been convicted was awaiting trial.
âI thought I would be locked up in a dungeon until the trial, but what? Isnât the Tower of Silence better, where only the imperial family was imprisoned?
It was called a prison, but it was nothing but a luxurious bedroom built to treat the imperial family.
âIt must be scary, butâŠâ
âIâm not going to the underground prison?â
Viego frowned.
âHow could a daughter of Duke Diollus be imprisoned in such a place?â
âOhâŠâ
âThere will be a final meeting next week, and the final decision will be made there, and the trial will take place the following week.â
âIt should be about two weeks.â
âThere will be interrogations by the investigation team in between, but you donât have to answer any questions that threaten or push you.â
âYes.â
âThe trial⊠Donât worry about it.â
The expression on Viegoâs face as he tried to appease me by saying not to worry was even more worrisome. His hand on my shoulder was trembling.
âIt will end without any major problems.â Dad, who was standing in the back, suddenly interrupted him.
I nodded.
âYes, Dad. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. You have nothing to apologize for.â
âDonât cry. Visitation is allowed once a day, so Brother will stop by daily.â
No, do you think Iâm about to die?
Unlike me, who was calm, Dad and Viego continued to procrastinate with their gloomy expressions. The two military policemen couldnât do anything from behind, staring at us.
Frustrated, I passed by Viego and headed for the carriage, and a military police officer hurriedly approached me.
âHey.â
The military policeman was startled by my fatherâs sharp voice.
âThe child is afraid, so do not take her by force.â
âUh, Dad.â
I was a little embarrassed and coughed.
âWhy are you talking like that when theyâre on duty? Itâs all right. Iâm not scared.â Looking back at the poor military police, I said, âLetâs go.â
âY-Yes. Weâll take you.â
No, what else do you want to take? Is it true that youâre transporting a suspect right now?
The police officers were taken away by the dazzling high-end carriage waiting for them⊠My cheeks were burning for no reason as I was escortedâŠ
âIs this a situation where a third-generation chaebol who had an accident enters prison to play and eat for a while? Iâm afraid someone will see me and curse at me.â
I even waved to my dad and Viego, who saw me off with a dying expression.
âIâll be going.â
***
The Tower of Silence in the southwest corner of the imperial palace.
Upon arrival, I was handed over to the old foreman and the younger knightly foreman, who appeared to be his successor.
âGuide her to the tower of the non-summoners.â
âWhat? Isnât Princess Rubetria Diollus over 15 years old? Why the tower of non-summoners?â
The Tower of Silence consisted of two buildings.
One was the summonersâ tower. The other was the non-summonersâ tower.
It was said that in the summonerâs tower, the control stone that could limit the summonerâs power was in operation 24 hours a day, and the roomâs structure was also very simple so that you could not do nonsense.
âBecause theyâre afraid that the suspects might cause trouble by using the power of the spirits.â
All members of the imperial family over the age of 15 must have spirits, so they had to go to the summonerâs tower.
âThe young imperial family without spirits will probably be imprisoned in the non-summonersâ tower, which is a little freer than that. Theyâre for kids like Lisbeth.â
And Iâm not from the imperial family, but Iâm from a family of summoners, and Iâm over 15 years oldâŠ
âHey. Why are you so slow?â
âYes?â The foreman, who glanced down at me, frowned and glanced at his successor. The young foreman, who looked a bit immature, tilted his head and was taken aback.
âAah! T-Thatâs rightâŠâ
It was only later that he remembered that I was an idiot who couldnât make a contract with the spirit.
âI-Iâm sorry. Iâll show you around quickly.â
âItâs okay.â
I thought as I headed to the non-summonersâ tower.
âNice. I almost didnât even have a companion for two weeks. Now that I can talk with Wishit, time will go by quickly.â
The room was very luxurious.
The dressing table was large, and the window was extensive above the bed, so it ran from side to side, and the terrace was wide open.
âThe summonersâ tower isnât this free. This is very sweet.â
I ran quickly and sat down on the bed first.
âOh, my.â
The mattress was so soft that I thought I was sitting on a cloud.
âHow peaceful.â
âYou sit down, too. Itâs softer than the bed in my room, man.â
Wishit stared at me, who was giggling and wiggling on the bed with pitiful eyes.
He walked over to me and sat down next to me. âAre you here to play?â
âIsnât it similar? I was prepared to stay in the dungeon for two weeks, but this is totally awesome. Iâm impressed.â
âSigh.â
âThis is the thrilling taste of power. Even if you make an accident, they let you play in a princess room like this,â I said, lying on my back. âI get a little bit excited once I taste the power. âOnce I taste the power, I get a little bit excited. Am I going to get fined?
âDonât say nonsense.â Wishit snorted right away.
âThen what will happen next?â
âIsolation.â
âShitâŠÂ That, too?â
Isolation. It was a matter-of-fact punishment when the high-ranking nobles who lived in the capital committed a felony.
In other words, it was similar to Yoo Baehyung, who was exiled to a faraway place during the Joseon Dynasty but with better treatment than that.
âWhere will I be sent? No, how long will it be? About six months?â
âHa!â Wishit, with his arms crossed, looked down at me lying down and smiled absurdly. âSix months after participating in the harm to the imperial family? The emperor is not your father. Maybe theyâll give you six years.â
âOh, come on. Thatâs no good.â I rose to my feet when I came to my senses. I suddenly got scared. âIf I rot in a village for six years, my life will be ruined.â
âWhat do you want to do? Youâre the one who did it even though I tried to stop you, right?â
âWhatâs wrong with you? Say something hopeful. Do you think Iâm someone with only my father behind my back? I also got the crown prince.â
âHow much do you think the crown prince will look after you now that his sisterâs business is resolved and heâs seen enough big future by using you.â Wishit laughed. âTo be honest, youâre now a chewed gum for the crown prince.â
I was momentarily startled by his sober conclusion.
âH-How⊠Lark isnât such a heartless person. I believe in him.â
âWhatever.â
âI really be-â
Bang!
â-lieve!â
When I was chanting I believe in him like a spell, the door opened like a bolt of lightning, and I, sitting on the bed, faced the unexpected visitor head-on.
Speak of the devil.
âY-Your Highness?â
ââŠâ
Lark in a completely disorganized appearance.
He mustâve rushed to check on me and stood there for a few minutes without saying a word.
Soon he covered his tightly closed eyes with a large hand and began to breathe slowly. He seemed to be trying to calm down.
âYouâre not crying, are you?â
Lark began to approach me slowly as I sat blankly in embarrassment.
ââŠâ
He had a brooding look on his face. Even his appearance of sitting down and burying his face on his lap as if his legs had lost strengthâŠ
âYour HighnessâŠâ
Maybe it was because he was not like the Lark I knew until now. I froze in embarrassment.