I gently picked up the teacup that I had set down earlier and took another sip, feeling my throat constrict.
The window in the room was open, and the cool spring breeze continued to flow in, but the heat simmering inside me showed no signs of subsiding. Despite my efforts to lower the temperature, Kenâs gaze, silently fixed on us, kept raising it back up as soon as I became aware of his eyes.
Even if I wanted to say something, I couldnât find the right words. No, even if I managed to say something, the moment Ken uttered just a few words, I would be unable to speak anymore.
Fortunately, Ken didnât say anything to break the silence. He simply smiled contentedly and stood still, watching us with warm eyes.
As time passed, I started to get used to it.
âI should be thankful that Ken isnât a talkative person.â
If the person in this situation was my father instead of Ken, he would have kept grumbling about what happened earlier, making me feel even more uncomfortable. Thinking that way, I felt more at ease and even felt grateful that the person here right now was none other than Ken.
At least Ken wasnât making fun of me.
âIt is sweet.â
Initially, I thought he was teasing me with that remark.
I looked up at Ken blankly, and he was smiling with an expression as if he knew nothing. Yet, it seemed like his gaze subtly encouraged me to do something. I responded to Kenâs look with a simple shake of my head and took another sip of my tea.
As the atmosphere relaxed a bit, I decided it was time to address the main issue. Observing Ken, who was completely engrossed in watching me and Elena, I eventually called out his name.
âKen.â
âYes, my lord. Do you need something? Oh, by the way, it seems you have run out of bar snacks. Iâll go back to the kitchen and get some more. Perhaps itâs not enough just to have bar snacks; it might be nice to add some whipped cream to make them âsweet.ââ
âNo, this old man is really...â
âThatâs not what I wanted to talk about. Ken, thereâs something I need to discuss with you.â
Surely Ken wouldnât have come to my room for no reason, and it was clear that my father had ordered Ken to call me and Elena.
But still, I thought we would have more time to enjoy the refreshments. It didnât take long for Ken to come after the refreshments arrived, so perhaps my father had immediately told him what he wanted to say.
Now that I thought about it, I had forgotten to think about why Noel and Orcus had come to Sarham.
Well, it was probably fine now. As I would soon hear the reason from my father anyway.
Though it was merely speculation, if it turned out to be true, it could be something of great importance. However, do we really have enough time to discuss it leisurely now?
However, contrary to my thoughts, Ken took out a pocket watch and smiled mischievously. Then, looking at me with a reassuring expression, he replied.
âYou donât need to worry too much, Young master. Youâll have plenty of time to enjoy refreshments with the young lady.â
âAh, yes...â
I smiled bitterly at his answer and looked at Elena again. She chuckled lightly at Kenâs words about having enough time, and when she noticed my gaze, she gave me an enigmatic smile.
âNyum~â
Elenaâs face, which had been stained red just a few minutes ago, had returned to its original state as she was cutting the cake and putting it in her mouth, gazing at me.
This situation had me completely trapped.
I thought I could leave as soon as possible to escape the earlier awkwardness, but Ken left no room for escape. Elena also seemed to have grasped something from Kenâs words, and her earlier blush had vanished.
Elena had witnessed the exchange between Ken and me, so she was no longer in the same flustered mood as before.
Rather, it seemed that Elena was now happy to have acquired a good way to tease me, and she was biding her time to strike. Or perhaps she was just enjoying watching me squirm.
Ken had entirely changed the dynamics.
Now, she was the one teasing, and I was the one under attack.
âHaha...â
Though Elena didnât say anything, her eyes seemed to say, âBe prepared!â
In response, I looked away slightly and sipped my tea again.
But did she know why I felt so tense right now?
I mean, when have I ever been like this? Honestly, Elenaâs preparation for an attack was quite cute, like that of a small animal, not a predator, more like a puppy or a cat... well, some small animal like that.
I felt sorry for Elena, but her peculiar gaze not only made me uneasy but also made me want to keep observing her.
If we were the only two people in this room, I might have enjoyed her gaze purely. However, the problem was that there were others present besides us.
I didnât know if it was because I was easily embarrassed, but I felt like I couldnât treat Elena the way I usually do, conscious of the gazes of others.
I wasnât the kind of person who cared about what other people thought, except for Elena. When we were alone together, I didnât care, but the thought that someone else might be watching us made my face heat up.
The nervousness I felt now was all because of that.
Even though it was Ken standing behind me, someone who knew more about the relationship between me and Elena than anyone else, his gaze still weighed on me.
I felt like I should somehow send Ken out of the room or leave myself, but today, since Ken was on Elenaâs side, there was nothing I could do.
Feeling a bit desperate, I looked at the empty plate and asked Elena.
âShould I bring more refreshments? It seems like weâre running out.â
âOh, itâs okay, Damian. Soon itâll be dinner time, and we probably wonât need more refreshments. Um... but if you really want something âsweet,â I can add whipped cream to it.â
âNo, itâs okay.â
âI give up!â
***
While Elena seemed to enjoy teasing me, we couldnât stay in the room forever. After a while, the time Ken mentioned arrived, and Elena and I followed him to where my father was.
Though we hadnât reached our usual path with Ken yet, I could guess where we were heading. As expected, we arrived at the dining room.
It was still too early for dinner, but it was clear why we were thereâthe table was empty, with no food prepared.
âItâs been a while since I saw all of your faces. So, did you enjoy your time in Merohim?â
As we entered, the first thing I saw was my fatherâs face. He seemed to have let his beard grow, and it was noticeably longer than when I last saw him.
In response to my fatherâs question, Elena and I nodded slightly, and I answered.
âIt was quite enjoyable. But I think Sarham suits me better. By the way, Father, did you grow your beard? You seem to look older than before.â
âIs that so? Then itâs just as I intended. After living for so long with a youthful appearance, I wanted to experience aging a bit.â
âIf any of your noble friends hear that, theyâll probably be furious, donât you think?â
Like Duke Joachim, for instance. My father chuckled at the mention and nodded lightly.
âYes, thatâs precisely why Iâm doing it.â
Of course, it was my same old father. He never changed.
Well, no one could change in just a week.
Father took a chair and sat down, gesturing for Elena and me to do the same.
The seat that Father always sat in, the table head, remained empty as if intentionally left vacant. The chairs were arranged in a way that everyone could face each other around the rectangular table, with two chairs visible on the opposite side of Fatherâs seat. I naturally sat next to my Father, and Elena took the seat next to me.
There was one more chair remaining on our side, where we sat in a row. I knew it was Alphonseâs seat. Father looked at the empty chair next to me for a moment, then turned back to me and spoke.
âAlphonse will be joining us soon, so you donât have to worry.â
âThatâs good to hear. But thereâs something Iâd like to ask, if you donât mind.â
As I glanced at the two chairs in front of me, Father chuckled lightly in response.
âOf course, go ahead. Itâs not something difficult to answer. But before that, let me ask you something first. Are you okay with it?â
âYes.â
âWhat exactly happened in Merohim?â
For a moment, my fatherâs eyes gleamed sharply.
Those golden eyes, much like mine, resembled a dragon soaring in the sky, overseeing everything below. Yet, despite facing such a powerful gaze, I felt neither fear nor discomfort. All I saw was Fatherâs concerned eyes, at the center of the powerful flow shaking the world.
In response to my fatherâs question, I calmly recounted what had happened in Merohim.
âThe duke held a banquet two days after we arrived. Thanks to that, I had to receive dance practice from Elena for only two days.â
âUh⊠is that so?â
âI think thatâs why I danced quite well on the banquet day, right? Elena?â
âDidnât you hug me because your feet gave out at the end?â
âLetâs just consider it a part of the performance and move on.â
My fatherâs expression began to change oddly as he listened to my account.
Perhaps he didnât want to hear this story. However, the events I experienced in Merohim were nothing but ordinary daily life that I could have experienced in Sarham. If anything, Sarham was even more peaceful, as I had never encountered monsters here.
In any case, I shared everything I could, such as meeting the Twilight magic tower master and going on a date with Elena at the Merohim night market. I couldnât mention my encounter with Theia as it was a secret. Yet, even if my father had heard about it, my response would not be what he expected.
âIn the end, I returned home after sparring with the knights of Edelweiss. It seems Wilhelmâs training was highly effective; everyoneâs skills were remarkable.â
âIf itâs that old wolf from the northern region, no wonder. Even when I was young, he was a figure who undoubtedly ranked among the Empireâs strongest knights. Of course, your grandfather too... Never mind. Is this truly the end?â
âYes. After that, just like when the Duke went back, he sent us back using teleportation magic.â
âHahâŠâ
After hearing my story, Father made a sound that seemed like a sigh of relief. Elena nodded, affirming the truth of my words.
âWell, I have nothing to say, but suddenly the world feels so unfair.â
âTo say something like that out of the blue... Are you feeling guilty, father?â
âThatâs not something you should say, you brat! You havenât even turned 20 yet, and you are already on the verge of becoming a Sword Master... I couldnât understand why my father used to look at me that way when I was young, but seeing your talent, I sympathize with him now!â
Father laughed heartily, eventually proclaiming it was Krausâ victory this time as well.
However, I didnât respond to Fatherâs words. Well, that was because I knew who would eventually surpass him and become the youngest Sword Master on the continent.
Of course, that personâs journey to becoming a Sword Master would take time and be part of a story unfolding in the future.
Perhaps that individual was now gazing at the same goal as I was.
Reinhard Cromel, the current Sword Master of Cromel and the future top-ranked swordsman on the continent... Wasnât that person the epitome of irrationality? He wasnât even like me, yet he reached the level of a Master just after turning 20 with the help of a single talent.
Did Father ignore the information about him?
Just thinking about that guy made me uneasy.
When I didnât consider him a rival before, it didnât bother me, but now he might become an unpredictable variable. He could be an ally, but he could also be an enemy. The mere thought that Reinhard might be looking at the same goal as I was suddenly made the world feel unfair.
No, Iâd prefer to think it that way.
Otherwise, how would he become a Master at such an age if it wasnât his goal?
Itâs not like he was the protagonist of a novel, smoothly leaping over stagesâlike a snake jumping over a wall*.
âHah! How does it feel to suddenly itch all over? Itâs been a while since I had a chat with my son. I heard you already competed and defeated Gwen, that guy.â
âUm...thatâs...â
I wondered if Fatherâs eyes now gleamed with a different meaning, as if he had somewhat organized his thoughts. I turned my head slightly to look at Elena, and she was giving me the same expression as she did at the training ground earlier.
That meant it was a refusal. I had to reject Fatherâs suggestion, disappointing him.
âIâm sorry, Father. I will practice a little more and then take on the challenge.â
âFine, I guess... I understand.â
Fatherâs disappointment made me feel guilty, but at the same time, it motivated me to push forward. Now that I had made some progress, I might be able to see things I couldnât before.
Still, this opportunity wasnât going anywhere, so I decided to follow Elenaâs advice and take a rest. Rest was also essential.
As the conversation seemed to be coming to an end, I turned my gaze forward again and decided to ask a question.
âWell, Father. Can I ask a question now?â
âSure, go ahead.â
âYour Highness the Princess and Prince, did they come here for any particular reason? Did something happen while I was away?â
It was the question I wanted to ask from the beginning.
Why exactly did the Empireâs only prince and princess visit Sarham? They were royalty, but they were also the first in line for the succession.
There must have been some reason for their visit without any explanation. I initially thought it might be a military issue, but the knightsâ calm demeanor suggested otherwise.
Father answered me with a very casual tone, just like at the beginning.
âItâs nothing. The two of them came here to congratulate your engagement. Thereâs no other particular reason.â
âReally?â
Was that the correct answer?
As I looked at Father with an incredulous expression, he scratched his head and continued.
âWell, thatâs just the surface reason.â
Of course, there had to be more to it. I immediately pricked up my ears, eager to catch every detail of Fatherâs words.
âIt seems like His Majesty is concerned that the Princess and the Prince have been confined to the palace all the time. Their visit is not just a congratulatory one; itâs also a message for you and Elena. He wants both of them to make some friends.â
âHuh?â
[TL: * is an idiom that means smoothly going over a wall(a hurdle, challenge, etc.). ]