Its dust made the sky red, just as a person made their surroundings red when they spilled blood. These unrelated facts made me uncomfortable.
âIt looks like the moon is bleeding.â
I walked forward, and that uneasy thought dragged behind me like a shadow.
In the distance, the servants were buzzing about.
âMiss, you canât act like this here!â
âThis is the residence of the daughter of the Duke of Ivansia!â
âNo matter how much His Highness favors you, at this timeâŠâ
The Lady of the Silver Lily, who walked with me, muttered.
âThe gatecrasher is none other than she.â
Her tone clearly revealed her contempt for the Heretic Questionerâno, the Lady of the Golden Silk.
âSeeing that sheâs here at this hour, she hasnât come for tea. Butler, was this visit planned?â
âIt was not.â
I was also disconcerted. Wasnât it past midnight already? The Heretic Questioner had no reason to meet the Lady of the Silver Lily at this time.
He and I had talked two days ago.
[For now, Iâll work as the Lady of the Silver Lilyâs personal butler], I had said. [Itâs to get information about her and about how to beat this stage.]
ăHmm.ă
The Heretic Questioner briefly made a peculiar expression.
Still, he smiled widely like usual.
ăOkay! Itâs for the mission, so it canât be helped.ă
ăI will be fine. Have a safe trip, Death King!ă
Like that, we had agreed on it.
At least, I thought we did.
âBring forth my butler!â
The voice became closer as we walked.
âButler! I know youâre here!â
The garden of the Lady of the Silver Lilyâs quarters.
Even the dark sky of the night could not cover the springtime in the flower garden. The mature white magnoliasâ heads drooped, overwhelmed by the weight of the season. The moon was red, and the moonlight reflected off the magnolia petals were ruddy. Thus, the white magnolias of the garden looked like pink magnolias in full bloom.
âAh!â
A magnolia petal fell.
âAs I thought, you were here, butler!â
The Heretic Questioner pushed aside the guard at the gate. The guards were hesitating as they could not recklessly hurt the daughter of a baron.
The Heretic Questioner took the moment to hoist up her skirt and stride into the garden. Squish. The pink magnolia petal that had fallen earlier was trampled under the Heretic Questionerâs shoe.
âI was worried when you didnât come back.â
ââŠâŠâ
âReally. Making your master worry and search for you personally⊠Doesnât that disqualify you as a servant?â
I had a bad feeling as soon as I saw the Heretic Questioner.
The hair.
The Heretic Questionerâs moonlit blond hair was longer than it was the previous day.
âMiladyâŠâ
âYou are my one and only butler and childhood friend. You mean more to me than any ordinary servant. Is it too undignified for me to ask that you recognize this fact?â
It wasnât just his hair. Face. Appearance. Even though traces of the Heretic Questioner remained, his appearance was somehow unfamiliar.
âDid he change his appearance with the sacred techniques?â
Why?
âIn any case, you shouldnât be at a place like this. I feel like even the flower garden is poisonous. Now! Butler, come here and letâs go back together.â
âImpertinent woman.â
When the Heretic Questioner tried to approach me, the Lady of the Silver Lily stood in her way.
âThis sort of disturbance at nighttime is a felony that should be punished with a lashing. Where do you think you are to raise your voice like so? Get down on your knees and admit your errors, immediately.â
âOh? Are you going cane me?â
The Heretic Questioner grinned.
âIf youâre going to hit me, please hit me firmly and with strength. Your Ladyship, I wonder what will happen if I show the scars you leave on my calves to His Highness the Prince. The memories shared by the prince and I will increase again.â
The Lady of the Silver Lily quietly whispered, âReally?â
Flinch. The servants froze when they heard her voice.
My chest chilled in an instant, as well.
âThen, I shall do so.â
That was just how cold the Lady of the Silver Lilyâs voice was.
âYour desire to make beautiful memories during your school days is lovely. Indeed, if itâs you, you can even lionize a memory of rolling in a dung field. If you want to make some wonderful memories, I, as a noble of the empire, will assist you.â
The Lady of the Silver Lily lifted her left hand.
âBring me a cane.â
The servants trembled.
âY-young MistressâŠâ
âHavenât I ordered you to not call me that here?â
âIf the crown prince finds out about thisâŠâ
âDid you think Iâd send you off kindly after the mess youâve created in the residence of the dukeâs people? If I send you off quietly, will our family name not become sullied? Law is more important than anything, and the crown prince is the one who must uphold it.â
The servants swallowed their breaths. They didnât look convinced. âBut,â the servants protested silently, âis the crown prince the type of person who would do that?â
Nobody could voice their protests.
âMy left hand is still empty.â
The Lady of the Silver Lilyâs voice flowed.
âBring a cane. I will not repeat myself.â
Her servantsâ shoes busily moved on the road where the pink magnolias fell to retrieve a cane from the building.
They bowed their heads as if they were afraid of showing their faces in the moonlight. Only two people, the Lady of the Silver Lily and the Heretic Questioner, kept their heads high.
âMilady.â
Eventually, I had no choice but to get closer to the Heretic Questioner.
âWhatâs wrong? Why did you come here at a time like this?â
âI came to get back what is mine. Youâre making me state the obvious.â
The Heretic Questioner beamed at me.
âI had been waiting since the morning, but you didnât come back, butler. At first, I thought that there must have been something important, but then I heard that you were with the Lady of the Silver Lily.â
The Heretic Questioner pressed his hands to his cheeks.
âI realized it right away. The lady must have taken hold of your weakness and blackmailed you. Thatâs her specialty. Poor butler. You were involved because of His Highness and meâŠâ
ââŠâŠâ
I didnât understand.
What was he talking about?
âDonât worry.â
The Heretic Questionerâs smile was bright, as always.
âI wonât let her take anything from me, whether itâs the princeâs favor or your allegiance. A cane? She can hit me as much as she wants. I came for you, butler. Sheâs the one who will be hurt more the more she whips me.â
âNo⊠Sorry. Just a moment. Please excuse me.â
I stepped a little closer to the Heretic Questioner so that the others around us did not hear our words. Fortunately, nobody stopped me.
âMilady.â
âYes.â
I gulped and whispered,
âHeretic Questioner.â
There was silence.
âWhat?â
My heart was pounding.
My lips were dry. My tongue couldnât move. Was it always so difficult to articulate words one by one to weave a sentence? Slowly, I opened my mouth.
âWhen spring comes.â
âPardon?â
My heart.
âHeretic QuestionerâŠâ
âWhat are you talking about, butler?â
âIf youâre playing around like last time, I really will get mad. I mean it. Iâm asking seriously right now. Please answer me properly. How high is your immersion rate?â
The Heretic Questioner blinked.
âHmm? Butler, are you playing around? Were you thinking of old times? Or was your head messed up from being with Her Ladyship for a day? Oh, butler. With gentle tolerance, I understand.â
âWhen spring comesâŠâ
âIt has.â
The Heretic Questioner laughed.
âSpring has already come, butler.â
No,
âIsnât it a beautiful season?â
It was the Lady of the Golden Silk who laughed.
âI-I brought what you wantedâŠâ
The servants who had scattered to the building returned. Heads bowed, they offered the cane to the Lady of the SIlver Lily.
It was thin.
I guessed that they must have been struggling to find the most slender cane in the mansion. Was that their way of caring for their master?
âFind another one.â
However, the Lady of the Silver Lily was heartless. The servants flinched and turned back.
âFind another one.â
This order was repeated four times. Each time, the cane became thicker. The servant bit his lip and held out the fourth cane. The Lady of the Silver Lily held it in her left hand.
âLady of the Golden Silk.â
âYou can call me by my name, Your Ladyship.â
âSylvia Evanail.â
âYes, Miss Raviel Ivansia?â
The sun and the moon faced each other.
âYou have invaded the personal territory of a ducal family member and caused a disturbance. You have spoken no words of apology. There is a strict hierarchy in the empire that you impudently, horribly ignored. In the name bestowed upon me by His Majesty the Emperor, I will punish you for your crime.â
âCrime? I know my own crime best.â
The Lady of the Golden Silk smiled sweetly.
âIt is my crime to dare to be born to a baron family from the countryside and to be loved by the crown prince.â
The baronâs daughter gently held the hems of her skirt. She sank on top of the magnolia-filled garden and bowed her head to the lily standing before her.
Her mannerism was flawless.
âI am sorry for receiving more love than Miss Raviel Ivansia.â
ââŠâŠâ
âIs this apology enough?â
The wind blew.
âBy the way, Miss Raviel Ivansia. Iâm curious. Is this really my crime? Love is only meaningful when it is received. It is shared between the one who loves and the one who receives it, so is it solely my responsibility? PerhapsâŠâ
No words followed that âperhaps.â Instead, she laughed. A petal hanging onto a black branch fell.
The Lady of the Silver Lily quietly raised her left hand.
âYou dreadful thing.â
The cane tore through the night air.
âââ.â
The Lady of the Golden Silk did not scream. She didnât even groan. Her back was straight, and a smile was carved onto her face like some sculpture. She did not shake.
He, no, she was convinced of her victory.
[The immersion toward the character is deepened.]
So, to me, it seemed that the one bleeding was the moon.
[Currently, your immersion rate is 40%.]
On that night, the moon was a little red with sand.
When the sky was covered with the dust on the moon, when humans bled on the ground, it turned red. Cough. The thick air caused the Lady of the Silver Lily to cough. Her cough sounded coarse.
No one spoke.
Only the whistle of the cane and the sound of coughing filled the garden in the night.
âSylvia!â
A torch light swayed.
âSylvia! Are you there, Sylvia?â
The sound of footsteps broke the silence. Beyond the gate, the crown prince was running, holding a torch. The guards scrambled to him. With an uproar like this, there was no way the prince wouldnât find out.
âSylâŠâ
The prince stopped in front of the gate.
ââŠâŠâ
Looking into the garden, he fell silent for a moment.
âRavielâŠ!!â
His tone was different from when he called out to the Lady of the Golden Silk.
âStep aside!â
The prince pushed the ducal guards away. There were none among them who would block the path of the nationâs foundation. The prince ran straight to the side of the Lady of the Golden Silkâs side.
âHow, no matter how much she⊠HowâŠ!â
âIâm fine, Your Highness.â
âIâm not fine! Like a foolâŠ!â
The prince looked over the Lady of the Golden Silk.
Then, he turned his head to stare at the Lady of the Silver Lily.
âYou spiteful woman!â
Words become scars.
âHow could you treat Sylvia so cruelly?!â
Those who inflict the pain do not know it because they cannot see the scars.
âIt is the law of the empire, Your Highness.â
âIs the law more important than the people?â
âItâs more important than an individual.â
âThatâs why I say that youâre spiteful! Youâre like a witch!â
The world was probably divided into those who knew and those who did not. The prince fell into the latter group.
The Lady of the Silver Lily coughed and sighed.
âAre you going to punish me?â
ââŠâŠâ
The princeâs face grimaced. Just grimaced. He could not answer the Lady of the Silver Lilyâs question. He shook his head as if she didnât deserve an answer, but he was just avoiding it.
The prince didnât have the guts to take responsibility for the Lady of the Silver Lily nor the skills to deal with her.
âLetâs leave, Sylvia! You shouldnât be in this sort of place.â
âAh.â
The prince hugged the Lady of the Golden Silk.
In the princeâs embrace, the Lady of the Golden Silk looked at me.
âButler.â
Heretic Questioner.
âButler, come with us.â
ââŠâŠâ
I didnât answer.
As I looked at that person, I murmured in my thoughts as though I was praying.