It was the night before she left for Pronoia for an academic conference. Because Kyrie still slept in a room other than hers, she would sometimes walk around the main building in the middle of the night.
Kyrie, who was passing through the main building to find an empty room, suddenly heard voices.
ââŚâŚItâs dangerous.â
âHoweverâŚ..â
âPerhaps the ladyâŚâŚâ
Kyrie headed to the place where the voices were coming from. The three doctors were gathered in what looked to be Dr. Seawardâs office. Kyrie quietly leaned next to the crevice of the door.
âIâve been told that the Emperorâs magic corps is armed,â
Kyrie listened more to the familiar words that came out of Dr. Hawksongâs mouth.
âIs that true?â
âIt is true. Itâs a secret message, so I donât know the details.â
âWhat is she thinking?â
âIsnât it obvious? She must be preparing to attack him while the legendary lord is not there.â
There was silence for a while. Soon Dr. Poe whispered anxiously.
âIs our Emperor a little crazy?â
Dr. Hawksong gulped.
âIâve never heard of it, but itâs a very reliable hypothesis.â
âIs that even possible?â
âWouldnât it be hard? Sheâs the one who drove out the end.â
âOr did they choose to cooperate with the Lord Protector?â
âOh my, is he not a comrade?.â
âOr maybe the Emperor knows a special magic because she is the Vallabriga Owrenbridge descendant.â
Kyrieâs body tensed. Given the circumstances, it was clear that the Emperor had found Vallabrigaâs lab. It would have been a golden opportunity since Nathaniel was not in the capital.
âBut the royal family couldnât have found the library, so then âŚâ
There is a possibility that Rubinia Cassner helped. She was not angry. Thatâs how she survives.
It was followed by a small conversation that was close to a murmur. She could hardly hear the voice. She didnât need to hear more than that. It was time for Kyrie to straighten her waist and turn around. Someone at the end of the hallway
âWhat are you doing there? â
Surprised, Kyrieâs face became colder. As she turned her head, Jerome stood far away with a candle.
âMy ladyâŚ.. â
His posture was sloppy as if he was drunk. Kyrie quietly approached Jerome and put her index finger in front of her lips. Then Jeromeâs eyes were too blatantly attached to Kyrieâs lips.
âHush.â
âShhh âŚâ
âI thought Iâd ask something, but Iâm not in a mood to interfere.â
The more you have something to hide, the more bold you should be. Kyrie began to tiptoe with the veil flying. Jerome hesitated and followed her.
âDo you know how to ride a horse? Donât you want to know how to ride a horse? Do you want a ride?â
Jerome kept quietly bumping into/hitting Kirieâs shoulder as he spoke. It was intentional.
Kyrie thought about it briefly. It was difficult to get caught in a place like this. Kyrie closed her eyes and thought of the person she knew who best knew to get out of this situation
âIf I were Ms. RubiniaâŚâ
Kyrie raised her finger and pushed against Jeromeâs chest.
âDrunken men are generally useless.â
ââŚâŚâŚâŚhehe, hehe. â
Jerome was pushed back by her finger. He snatched his finger, but it was faster for Kirie to clear it. Jerome laughed in vain./ He tried to snatched at her finger, but Kyrie was faster.
âThen what if Iâm not drunk?â
Kyrie smiled.
âIâll compliment you on your high standards.â
She turned around and left Jerome in the hallway.
Of course she didnât go back to the room. Kyrie found a dusty attic that seemed to have been made into the bell keeperâs room, squatting in it and falling asleep.
It was not cozy but quiet, and the moonlight was warm. Just like the night she played chess with Nathaniel..
***
At that time, Gray was sitting in front of a chessboard with Nathaniel. Gray looked up foolishly.
âWhy am I doing this?â
He just came up to say good night before going to bed. Then, when he saw the legendary lord sitting in front of the chessboard, he moved his horse reflexively. Then he moved his horse again, and he couldnât say heâd go to bed in that situation.
Gray came to his senses again and looked down at the board. Nathanielâs black was dominant.
âWell, Weâll be arriving in Pronoa tomorrow. Itâs a free city, so there wonât be protocol, I hope you donât mind?â
Nathaniel didnât answer. Gray rolled his eyes.
ââŚKyrie plays chess well.â
Then Nathaniel touched the tip of the cane and tilted his head.
[Destructive look.]
As expected, he doesnât react unless itâs Kyrie.
âYou know, sheâs pretty good at using the Queen.â
[I didnât see that]
âAll Buchanans learn chess, but she⌠, surprisingly does not give up the king.â
Gray turned his head. A neatly folded cloak and a white king were basking in the moonlight by the window. Its insignificant cleanliness made him feel meaningful for nothing. It seemed that dust would never accumulate there. As if his memories never become memories.
âDoes Kyrie know that Nathaniel-sama cares for her so much?â
[She must.]
âWow. But she ran away?â
[Itâs a human instinct, so I donât blame her. I just donât want her to die.]
Gray shrugged.
âHonestly, I think Iâm kind of on the same page with Nathaniel now, may I ask you a question?â
Nathaniel pushed the look to the end of the cane without answering. Gray paid a silent tribute.
âIâve been wondering. Excuse me, but wouldnât it be better to be nicer to Kyrie?â
[Do you think I want to win her favor?]
âOf course not. Itâs stupid to think that way after all this far.â/I would be a fool to think like that after coming all this way
[Itâs amazing. you arenât an idiot.]
Gray was in tears, but smiled uncontrollably.
âI mean, your opponent is Kyrie, right?â
[Kyrie]
Nathaniel lowered his head and added. Suddenly, a trembling smile appeared on him.
[My Kyrie]
Gray was silent and then opened his mouth.
âDid you want her to run away?â
[That is not it. It is better for her to stay quietly beside me.]
âQuietlyâŚâ
[Quietly. Not in danger]
âDangerâŚâ
[Have everything she wants in a place higher than othersâŚ]
ââŚâŚ.â
[Beside me.]
Gray blinked and looked at Nathaniel. Nathaniel, in the moonlight, felt so sacred that such maddening words did not suit him. He couldnât even imagine where such an irrational obsession came from on that face.
ââŚâŚSo Nathaniel-sama doesnât care what Kyrieâs condition is?â
Nathaniel, noticing the meaning of his words, lowered his eyes as if there was nothing to say.
[Iâve never cared about that before. It doesnât mean much]
âIt doesnât?â
[Yes.]
âIâm sorry, but I donât understandâŚ.â
[[Whether I care about her condition or not, the way she looks at me is always the same. I am powerful and immortal, people admire me or want to destroy me. I am easy to blame.]
Nathaniel rubbed his chin languidly. He didnât seem too hurt when he said that someone had blamed him. It wasnât like boredom. Rather, it was more like dullness, Gray thought.
[So, does it make sense to care about that condition? Either way, in the end, they would either hate me and try to kill me, tremble in fear, or realise the implication of borrowing my power; go mad or end up begging me for death.]
Nathaniel spoke as if he was telling a funny story, but there was a strange cynicism underneath it. Grayâs eyes widened slowly.
âThere was something strange about this part. The Legendary Lord has a big misunderstandingâŚ..Kyrie will act like a normal person.â
Gray hesitated. At this point, Gray had a choice. To say or not to say He clearly knew that his words might go against the heart of the Legendary Lord.
But even then, Gray muttered as if possessed.
ââŚBut Nathaniel. SheâŚ, this is Kyrie.â
Nathaniel moved his eyes to look at Gray. Gray spoke as if he had dropped a drop of water on his calm waters, not realizing the wave of his words.
âShe wouldnât.â
Grayâs face darkened. On the other hand, Nathanielâs face was becoming expressionless as if his features were being erased.
One chessboard, two men. The moonlight.
Nathaniel stared at Gray endlessly. Gray felt a little nervous, but he couldnât help saying the next thing he had been estimating the whole time.
âShe will never give in to what she thinks is wrong. Even if the opponentâŚis you..â
***
âWhat kind of place is Pronoa?â
Kyrie asked Dr. Poe, who sat across from her in the carriage. Dr. Poe, who was trying to hold down his motion sickness with a handkerchief covering his mouth, raised his head.
âIt is the largest academic city in the country. Itâs the second capital.âŚbut havenât you been there?â
âI didnât have time to be away. Iâve heard that my governess studied in Pronoa.â
âHo! What a talent.â
âThatâs what my father liked. He likes everything thatâs top notch.â
As Kyrie sarcastically spoke, Dr. Poe lowered his handkerchief and smiled warmly.
âExcuse me, thatâs why scholars hate Sel Arellano.â
Kyrie chuckled. Poe said, closing his eyes and painting the scenery of Pronoa.
âItâs a great city. There was once royal oppression, but it flourished. Itâs thanks to scholarsâ desire to explore knowledge in a safe placeâŚâ
âThat sounds great.â
âBut donât stray away from us. The conference is the largest annual event in Pronoa, so if you get lost, you will be hard to find. Especially on the last day, thereâs a very special event, so thereâs always missing children because all the scholars of Pronoa gather!â
âIâll keep that in mind. Oh, come to think of it-â
âAre you worried about the Legendary Lordâs movements?â
Kyrie nodded her head.
âOnce ClĂĄsico was âlike thatâ, he searched the castle of Clementz and disappeared. He was with a young man.â
Itâs Gray Buchanan. Kyrieâs eyes deepened. One more reason to run away from Nathaniel.
âNo information has been received since then. You know, weâre not particularly capable of collecting information, but this is the limit.â
âThatâs enough. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â
Dr. Poe smiled brightly.
âBut in common sense, thereâs no reason for the legendary lord to come to the end-of-the-world research conference!â
Kyrie replied with a smile in a positive sense. Nathaniel was unexpectedly reluctant to talk about the end, the founder, and what happened before he went to sleep. Furthermore, not only scholars but also investors will come to the conference. Most of them will be nobles, so there is no way that Kyrie will go where his face may be revealedâŚIâd appreciate it if you could go somewhere else with the thought that âŚ
The problem was Gray.
âI donât know where Iâm going to go.â
Gray has always acted unpredictably. If he did it again this timeâŚâŚ.
âAgainst Nathaniel? Please, I hope youâre not that crazy.â
***
Unfortunately, however, Grey was that crazy.
He had to live. Thatâs why heâs getting more and more outlandish. If it didnât lighten up the mood, the one behind the back would immediately pull out the remaining eyes.
âI shouldnât have said that.â
Gray regretted what happened that night. At that time, it was clear that what he said was against Nathanielâs will.
Nathaniel became increasingly eerie and beautiful, like rotten flowers, oily artificial jewels. And then he became silent. He could feel that he was repeating what he had said. It was hell to be next to Nathaniel, who was silent and didnât smile. When his mysterious worries were over, his neck was about to be cut off, too. So Gray acted more like a clown.
âLook at this book, Nathaniel! Itâs a pretty good old book. Why donât you give it to Kyrie as a gift?â
[Yes.]
When Nathaniel answered quietly, Gray kept his smile for a moment and quickly moved on to the next store.
âThat womenâs dressing room looks great! Would you like to choose a costume for Kyrie?â
[Yes]
Nathaniel must be aware of Grayâs movements. But he didnât say anything. Even if he seemed so indifferent, he was told that the people of Old Ciudad and Fort Ducane, ordered by the Legendary Lord, were scouring the continent. Based on Neveahâs actions, Buchanan also seemed to be looking for Kyrie.
âHow the hell did she escape from the capital, and what did he do to enthrall people so tightly?ââ
Gray, who left Nathaniel in the dressing room for a while, called Neveah.
âDid you call me, young master?â
âUh. Kyrie?â
âI didnât find her.â
âOh, my god!â
Gray roughly kicked a wooden chest in the alley.
âWhy the hell canât you find it?â
Neveah was silent. He wouldnât have asked it for an answer.
âAnybodyâs fine, we need to find Kyrie! Damn it! âThat thingâ is really going down!â
âWeâre doing our best.â
âNot for the best! The result matters, the result!â
Gray slapped and punched Neveahâs left shoulder. However, Gray rebounded off Neveahâs muscular body.
âAre you all right?â
âDarn it, fuck it! Ahhhhhhhh!
Gray struggled rolling on the floor. Neveah held out her hand while blocking peopleâs eyes. Finally, the true Gray plopped on the floor, huffing and puffing.
âI canât do this.â
âWhat would you do?â
âLook for a girl. Light purple hair.â
Gray gritted his teeth.
âI have to get away from him. If he hears weâve found Kyrie, Iâm sure heâll go after her, I can escape in the meantime. Will he look for me? He wonât, will he? But what if he finds outâŚ?
Neveah wondered if that was really possible. However, she closed her mouth as she watched Gray, who seemed to be out of his mind. Recently, her master had to tell the story of the lady until his lips were swollen next to the legendary lord from dawn until he fell asleep. And Neveahâs eyes also saw that the words were falling off.
Of course, the legendary lord would know. The fathomless blue eyes that looked at Gray seemed to be saying this.
Iâm looking forward to when your stories run out.
âWhat a fuckingâŚâŚ.â
Neveah looked down at him silently. Gray soon rose slowly from his seat.
âYou remember Bale, donât you? Cover it with something similar. If you donât have the right person, hold on to anyone and threaten them. It wouldnât be a problem if she died because sheâs a commoner.â
âYes.â
âAnd what else was there?â
âYou were asked to give a speech at the opening ceremony at the conference.â
âSay yes.â
Gray, who was wearing an outer garment, paused.
âCome to think of it, the people of Aldrelm will come to the conference?â
âYes, an invitation lecture is scheduled.â
âAldrelm.â
Gray fixed his tie with an indifferent face.
[Donât touch your motherâs territory.]
Thatâs what Nathaniel said.
But thereâs a chance that Kyrie went to Aldrelm. Is there any?/wasnât there?
Scholars do not meddle in political conflict. He had heard his mother was in the capital, and if the scholars knew they would not accept Kyrie. Kyrie would know that, so it was unlikely she would have gone to them. He wondered, though, if his mother had asked her to do something else?
âThatâs ridiculous.â
Zhenya Hartwood was not maternal.. Kyrie was foolishly obedient to his father because of loyalty to family, but Gray abandoned all expectations of his family early on. What would you do under a father who only sees his child as a tool, a mother who treats her child coldly because they are not as intelligent as her? Buchanan is such a family.
âShe was the only one who was weird.â
It was pathetic that she struggled to make a harmonious family as a parent, rather than give up.
ââŚa stupid little girl.â
No matter how smart you are and how good you are at work, if you are not prepared to neglect your family, all of it is useless. You have to kill him before he gets killed. Thatâs right. Gray pulled himself together.
âWell, it wouldnât hurt to have a formal greeting. Make an appointment with the people in your motherâs lab.â
âI see.â
After changing, Gray stood in place and slapped himself twice. His handsome face was greeted with a pure and cheerful smile.
âHere we go. Good luck.â
Neveah bent down.
***
Pronoia was a complex city. In particular, in the old town, it was difficult to distinguish the passage from the rooms because the small houses were so densely packed. It was like a pile of toy boxes piled high on top. However, as they entered into the new city, the paving stones were well laid, the houses became more plausible, and above all, Kyrie was speechless at the splendor of the famous Pronoia Grand Library.
The Pronoia Grand Library was made entirely of marble and glowed white when lit by light. The glass windows adorned the walls glistened, and the hanging gardens on each floor were filled with magically maintained greenery. The spires were uncountable.
âItâs a great building.â
Kyrie, who was watching the large library with the cloth removed from inside the carriage, said. Dr. Poe replied with a proud face.
âIs that right? In the past, there was a time when I made a slide with magic for each spire and played on it!â
âAre you doing that?â
âItâs a tradition!â
It was not difficult to enter the dormitory disguised as an attendant. Eventually, when everyone gathered at once, Dr. Seward opened his mouth first.
âDid you hear the plan?â
âWait in your room until the conference starts. On the last day, taking advantage of the commotion, we will go to Libra in the carriage prepared with Dr. Poe.â
âHave you hired a carriage, Dr. Poe?â
âJerome decided to do it!â
Dr. Poe replied, smiling like a white, fat baby. Dr. Seaward murmured, âItâs terribly disturbing,â but he soon put his nose to the paper he was carrying and began to read. Dr. Hawksong, who brought the tea just in time, handed the teacups to everyone.
âYou too, Miss Buchanan.â
âThanks.â
âThe meal will be brought to you by Jerome. Then as planned-.â
Knock knock.
The sound of a knock on the door cut through the room. All eyes turned to the door at once. A terrifying silence ensued.
Dr. Seward, raising his head like a startled lizard, was the first to hiss low.
âDr. Poe!â
âJerome went to rent a wagon. Itâs probably not Jerome.â
âAre they likely to be members of the society?â
âGerald, would it be the scholars coming to call?â
âThere should be no one coming after all.â
Dr. Hawksong whispered softly. She blinked at Kyrie, and Kyrie quickly hid inside her room. Dr. Seward began to pretend to read the thesis, and Dr. Poe began to pull his mustache so awkwardly next to him.
Dr. Hawksong opened the door.
âWhat can I do for you?â
âGood afternoon, sorry to visit so early..â
Hearing her voice, Kyrieâs heart sank. It was Grayâs assistant.
âItâs no different, young master Buchanan wants to speak with Dr. Hartwoodâs colleagues.â
Dr. Hawksong asked as if he had heard it for the first time, even though he might have been embarrassed.
âDid Buchananâs young master return home?â
âYes. He is now in Pronoia.â
Kyrie, who was hiding and listening to the story, was silently surprised.
âGray is in Pronoia?â
Dr. Hawksong responded in a natural way without showing a sign of embarrassment.
âIâm sorry. Zhenya is now at Sel Arellano.â
âWe know. He just wants to see you.â
âBut we donât have time because we have to prepare for an academic conference.â
âWe will set the time. I just hope to see you within a day or two.â
âWell. Excuse me, did I just say I was free?â
âSorry. You did not. But I thought Buchananâs name might set you free. You donât want to experience the power of a duke.â
In an instant, the atmosphere became cold. Dr. Hawksong asked coldly.
âIs it Buchananâs way of rushing in and robbing time?â
âOf course not.â
Neveah spoke as if she had taken a step back mentally.
âI do not wish to argue with you. The master is currently in charge of a very important task and he would like your assistance.â
Kyrie stumbled. She bit her lip and put her hand on her floor, not saying anything.
However, Kyrie was on the better side. Dr. Seward held the paper so tightly that the paper was crumpled, and Dr. Poe was pulling his eyebrows with one hand and his mustache with the other. Only Dr. Hawksong did not show any outward reaction.
âI cannot imagine what kind of assistance we can give young Master Buchanan..â
âI am only a servant, so I do not know how the master thinks. He just asked that we meet as soon as possible.â
After a moment of silence, Neveah said, His gaze slowly turned into the room.
âIn addition, I apologize for interrupting your meeting.â
âOur meeting?âasked Dr. Hawksong. Neveah answered naturally, as if it was no big deal.
âYou have four teacups.â
âHik!â
It was Dr. Poe who screamed. The eyes of both Dr. Hawksong and Neveah turned to Dr. Poe at the same time. He spilled the teacup he was holding in his hand, couldnât even look at Neveah, and he didnât know where to put himself.
Neveahâs eyes shone sharply like an eagle.
ââŚ.I guess I said something I should not have. I will say goodbye for now..â
âYes?â
âSee you next time.â
Neveah added after one beat.
âSoon.â
Neveah withdrew as fast as the tide. Dr. Hawksong barely replied with ice before closing the door.
All that was left was Dr. Poe, who was shrieking, Dr. Seward, who couldnât even blame him for making the same sound, Dr. Hawksong with a troubled expression on his face, and Kyrie.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâŚ.â
âWow, huh. Do you think she noticed?â
âI donât know. But it is clear that there is a need to change the plan.â
âItâs a big dealâŚ.â
âHey, this is all because I canât actâŚ!â
âThere is something I was thinking about.â
Dr. Hawksong cuts Dr. Poeâs self-blame.
âIsnât Pronoia traditionally âthatâ?â
âThat?â
She laughed a little playfully.
âThink about it. On the last day of the conferenceâŚ.â