âYou must be Vera Sylvie. My father also sends his regards. You can count on me.â
âYes, Alexia-sama. Please look after me.â
âOh my, youâre so cute! Iâm happy. Itâs like Iâve gotten myself a little sister.â
âIâm Norm de Alemanne. We may belong to different factions, but weâre both wives who support His Highness. We must not upset His Highness because of our factions. Do you understand me?â
âYes. Thank you for your advice, Norm-sama.â
âYou donât need to get that worked up⊠Can I call you Vera-sama?â
âââ This was a dream. A memory of the time when Vera Sylvie came to the capital to be the concubine of Crown Prince Jean.
For Vera Sylvie, who had become Jeanâs concubine at the age of 14, they were âkind older sistersâ.
She was welcomed by Alexia since they were both members of the same faction, and Norm taught her many things such as mannerism. Alexia and Norm didnât have a stormy relationship, in fact, they shared their roles.
Alexia didnât love Jean, but she was proud to be the daughter of the Emperor and fulfilled her role as the legal wife, and Norm also knew what she had to do. Alexia supported Jeanâs âpublicâ side and Norm supported his âprivateâ side. The two seemed to have established a good working relationship.
Vera Sylvieâs new life in the capital had few worries and no complaints. She would have her wedding ceremony with Crown Prince Jean, and from then on, the three of them would support him, or so she thought.
But a wedding ceremony did not take place. War broke out, and Crown Prince Jean, known for his skills in battle, immediately went to the frontline. Vera Sylvie and Jean barely talked.
And then, he never returned.
The news of the Crown Princeâs death was delivered to the palace and the Emperor collapsed the next day. Vera Sylvie had no idea what was happening, but she saw how people were changing⊠and how malicious they could be.
Norm was becoming weaker. She couldnât accept Jeanâs death and kept waiting for his return. She became mentally ill⊠and couldnât even hold a conversation.
And Alexia⊠acted as if she was being hunted by something and imprisoned the two concubines. She had not only killed the servant who had borne Jeanâs child and the child, but also everyone in her family.
Vera Sylvie saw Alexia just before she was imprisoned, and she didnât look like she was drunk with power or enjoyed the sight of blood. Her eyes showed fear and firm determination.
Vera Sylvie finally understood that Alexia had already realised that she was carrying the next Emperor when she heard about the new Emperor in a letter from her father.
If Norm, whom Jean had loved, had been the pregnant one, it might have ended differently, but fate was cruel.
Vera Sylvie was locked up in the tower and exposed to peopleâs ill will. The menâs vulgar eyes, their pitying eyes and their condescending eyes⊠and the aristocrats in the Chancellorâs faction looked at her as if she was a domestic animal.
Vera Sylvieâs father, Count Chamneaux, originally had close ties to Lord Aquicurl. His fief bordered the sea to the west, and the other three sides bordered Lord Aquicurlâs fief, but when his daughter was imprisoned at the sole discretion of Alexia, he was forced to move to the Chancellorâs faction to guarantee her survival. Ever since then, the Chief of the Ministry of Ceremonies has been eyeing his fief and the Chancellor has been taking advantage of him.
Vera Sylvie was in a better environment than Norm thanks to her fatherâs sacrifice. She was imprisoned in a way that allowed her to live.
All that mattered to the aristocrats in the Chancellorâs faction was that she was alive. It didnât matter to them if she was mentally ill or not.
Vera Sylvie could no longer trust humans. She had no choice but to close her mind to protect herself. That was life in the dark and gloomy tower.
The occasional letters were her only emotional support. The letters were from her father and the maids who had once served her. This was all she had left.
She knew that her mind would be broken soon.
Vera Sylvie was overwhelmed with loneliness every time a letter arrived, every time she heard voices outside, every time the birds flew by, every time she smelled the rain, every time the sun shines brightly, and every time night came.
Time continued to tick slowly as if it were mocking her.
âNo more⊠someone kill me.â
Actually, the boy didnât even have to be a fairy. He could have been the devil or even the grim reaper. She would have accepted it if he had come to kill her. He might even have been a hallucination as she was already unable to tell if she was sane or not.
But the way he looked against the moonlight with his aloof demeanour that didnât suit his small body really made him look like a fairy. Thatâs why she found herself sayingâŠ
âFa⊠iry?â
â ⊠â ⊠â ⊠â
âHmm⊠can you⊠be my⊠friend?â
That was surely a cry from her heart. Perhaps he had heard it because the fairy looked slightly troubled.
âOf course.â
Vera Sylvieâs time then began to progress much faster than it had before. By the night of the full moon, she would have to compose what she wanted to say to him and practice speaking so she could say as much as possible.
âErmm. Like this?â
âHrm, close, but I think you can do it if you repeat it a few more times. Vera, you are what is called sensualism.â
Above all, she had encountered a new world of âmagicâ.
The mysterious fairy used magic regardless of the âsealing barrierâ, and Vera Sylvie could do it too. She was sceptical at first, but she got a grasp of it after listening to the fairyâs careful instructions.
She became obsessed with it. A world she never knew existed, and endless possibilities that she could focus on.
Vera Sylvie was no longer alone, and her life of imprisonment was no longer boring.
âIâll be back, Vera.â
âOk, Iâll be waiting.â
Vera Sylvieâs stopped time began to move again.
â ⊠â ⊠â ⊠â
I came to the tower again on the night of the full moon to teach Vera magic. Count Palatine Vedett seemed busy these days, so I had spare time at night.
At first, I had come to this tower for a change of pace, but then I began to teach her magic seriously. Come to think of it, this is my first-time teaching someone magic.
To say that I am struggling would be an understatement. Vera is a genius. When I struggle to get the message across, she would scream happily, âI did it!â I envy her a little as someone who has gone through a lot of trial and error.
âWhatâs⊠wrong?â
âItâs nothing. By the way Vera, have you grown taller lately?â
âEh? Maybe?â
I asked her what had been bothering me for a while. She had only grown slightly, and it might have been my imagination⊠but she certainly looked taller.
âI wonder⊠if itâs⊠thanks to magic?â
The girl, who had become addicted to magic, said happily.
⊠Huh? Thatâs possible. Or more precisely, magic had stopped her from growing.
âIâm⊠taller?â
âCompared to me? Well, maybe for now.â
Iâm going to grow. Iâm not feeling rivalry towards her because of this.
âThis tower is pretty tall, isnât it? I wonder which is taller, this tower or the palace wall?â
âWhich⊠wall?â
I had expected this question and was momentarily at a loss for words.
âWhich? Thereâs only one wall.â
âThere⊠are two, you know?â
What? No way. Iâm sure I only passed through one wall during the founding parade.
Vera suggested after seeing that I didnât believe her.
âWhy donât you go take a look?â
She said easily since she believed I can fly around freely. I was riding on a protective barrier⊠but well, I can get to a certain altitude.
âHmm, thatâs reasonable. Iâll go take a look.â
As it turned out, there were indeed two walls. I canât believe that the Founding Hill was also inside the outer walls⊠Wasnât I told that it was outside the capital!? I was fooled! How would I have known that the capital has expanded since its founding?!?!
âYou wouldnât have known this since youâre a fairy.â
Vera said while smirking and looking smug. Iâm glad that she could produce more natural expressions compared to when we first met, butâŠ
âSo, you think Iâm ignorant of the world?â
You donât really think Iâm a fairy anymore.
âThis is what happens to the mouth that says this.â
âHyiii!â
I grabbed Veraâs cheeks and pulled it. Oh, this is surprisingly fun.
âHuh?â
Her eyes widened when she noticed something.
âWhere are the bars?â
âMelted. My magic can do that much.â
I looked at her smugly. Iron is powerless against heat energy. I even controlled it so that the heat wouldnât affect Vera. Arenât I amazing?
âCan you⊠put them back?â
⊠I hadnât thought about that.
We-well, itâll harden again once it cools down. No one would care about bars on a window even if itâs a little ugly.
⊠Iâll reflect on my actions. Also, you have a point about me being ignorant of the world.
Canât I somehow see the âstate of the Empireâ first handâŠ?