Chapter 59
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
Chapter 59
Iâm sure he already knows. And he probably already solidified his resolve from the moment he let me cook. While I was choosing the right words for my explanation, he was also choosing the right words to persuade me.
The book he was reading when I first entered the dining hall was testament enough.
I looked squarely at him. His eyes, which were like the red sunset, reminded me of a sturdy, old tree that wouldnât be shaken even by a strong gust of wind.
âIf youâve spent this much time thinking, then surely, you came up with a good explanation. I donât know if you can convince me though.â
ââ¦â¦â
âTry and explain then.â
He spoke his command with the characteristic expression of a haughty monarch. As if he already read me entirely.
Itâs true that Albert was able to read me quite well. Still, that didnât mean that he knew everything about me. As a matter of fact, the closer people were to each other, the more they had to be careful of any preconceived biases.
âI went through the disaster, Prince.â
I spoke calmly. He must have already heard about the nature of Alexanderâs disaster from Mercy.
So inevitably, Albert wasnât surprised. The calm gaze that met my own was unwavering.
âThen you should know better. Youâve already experienced how painful it is to become a contractor.â
He went on to utter the statement as though heâs absolutely right. But no, he didnât knowâhe didnât know what kind of nightmare I went through.
I shook my head slowly.
âPrince, what I saw there was Blancâs death.â
And it was only then that agitation could be seen on his countenance. He was like an immovable mountain just now, but he soon narrowed his brows. Then, he looked at me perplexedly.
âIt was Blancâs birthday and I watched him die painfully. I didnât do anything, and all I felt in that moment was regret.â
âHow long has it been since you first met?â
âItâs the same for me and you as well, Prince.â
âDragons and humans are different, Rosé. The period of living, the way of life.â
âPrince, I canât just watch and let Blanc suffer.â
I paused for a moment. I couldnât bear to look him in the eyes while explaining this. I lowered my gaze and spoke in a whisper.
âI canât just let my loved ones disappear, not anymore.â
ââ¦â¦â
âBecause I sent off my family in the same way.â
I wondered what kind of expression he was making. This was the first time Iâm confessing something from my past.
I raised my head slightly. Albertâs expression was difficult to read. I couldnât even tell if he had erased his expression on purpose or not.
âTo me, thatâs the greatest pain.â
From the light of the chandelier overhead, a shadow sank around his eyes. He looked terribly exhausted. Pressing down on his eyelids, he blurted out the words as though he forced them out.
âYou canât.â
With that, I had a sudden thought that it wouldnât be impossible to convince him.
âRosé, this is suicide. Do you think you can save that fledgling dragon just by entering a contract?â
Albert must have thought the same way, seeing as he immediately tried to reason it out.
âAt least if I enter the contract, the probability of Blanc surviving will increase. Iâll do my best to survive and become the contractor of a full-fledged dragon.â
âYouâre being idealistic. I also hope that it works out as you say, but do you think that simply having the will to achieve that will make it happen?â
Albert cynically threw the sarcastic remark. Beneath the shadow that slanted obliquely upon his brow, his eyes flashed coldly.
Still as ever, the tone of his voice was graceful, but his words lashed out the truth like a whip.
I know. Me, too. I know it well enough.
âEven so, thatâs why Iâm here to talk to you about it. Like I said, I canât just let Blanc die. Maybe before, when I didnât know him yet, but I canât turn a blind eye now.â
If Blanc had been sent away from the tower as soon as he took just one step inside, the story might have turned out different.
But that didnât happen. I let the dragon inside. And that stemmed from the fact that I was a fool who didnât want to give all of my heart to Albert.
The atmosphere was tense between the both of us. Neither side was willing to back down. I would have compromised with him normally, but I had no intention to do that now.
Albert looked at me.
Before I knew it, Albert went around the table and stood right in front of me.
As he looked at me with his head down, with his furrowed brows meeting in the middle, he still looked so picturesque. Was there ever a moment that he wasnât beautiful?
Trapped between his arms at either side of me on the chair, Albert stared at me. Noâ it seemed as if he was staring at me, but his eyes werenât on me.
âI thought youâd be attached to me, like a fool.â
ââ¦â¦â
âI can blame only myself. I should have killed that dragon when it first crawled into the tower. Then it wouldnât have this much influence on you.â
ââ¦â¦â
As his eyes lost focus, they were terrifying. I was someone from modern society, so he and I had completely different moral codes. The difference between me and him suddenly became all too real.
Albert Grey was the kind of man who did not hesitate to kill.
Albert didnât hide the killing intent in his eyes. As if he was deliberately letting me know.
Chills ran down my spine.
âPrince. You canât kill Blanc.â
Albertâs eyes curved into arcs. His face became covered with the mask of an innocent child who knew nothing, then he spoke.
âRosé, you need to survive so that I can receive your hatred.â
âLiving and surviving are two different things.â
I was well aware of the difference. Would I truly be alive if all Iâll be left doing is breathing in and out with the crippling guilt of letting Blanc die?
No. That would just be Albertâs selfish greed.
âI have no plans of just watching you walk straight into fire. I gave you time to change your mind, but you didnât.â
I stood from my seat and made eye contact with Albert, who continued to glance down from above.
ââ¦Youâre too cruel, Prince. You never tried to hear me out at all. The reason I didnât enter the contract right away was because I respect you as well.â
âRespect, you say.â
As though my words humored him, Albert narrowed his eyes. As he continued to look at me with a deadly glint in his gaze, he didnât touch me.
âYou. How dare you tell me that Iâve been cruel.â
The veins on his fist were as clear as the way he uttered those words. Perhaps suffocatingly from between the buttons of his high shirt, I saw his adamâs apple move up and down. Then, with a bright smile now, he spoke.
âWhile youâve been busy worrying about the safety of that fledgling dragon, youâve cast me aside completely.â
I can assure you thatâs not true.
âYou never think of me at all, yet you call that respect?â
âThatâs not true.â
Hearing my words, Albert shook his head. The smile on his lips was close to a perfunctory one, yet this faint smile just made him look as if he was on the verge of tears.
âIâm sick and tired of being left all alone. It was the same when I was young. What youâre doing is not respect, Rosé. It is deceit.â
As he emphasized each and every syllable that he uttered, his expression grew even more complicated. His face drew nearer.
If I hesitate here, that would only show him that Iâm anxious. I stared straight into his eyes. Then, I spoke slowly so as not to look apprehensive.
âIf I donât die, Iâm not deceiving you.â
âI donât know where youâre getting that courage from.â
âI know that youâll be sad, Prince. And I understand how that feels.â
Thatâs why I couldnât sign the contract without telling you first. Even though I already knew that we wouldnât agree on this.
âI wonât die, whatever it takes. I mean it.â
Even if the sky were to collapse, itâs possible to rise from the fissures itâs left behind. When my parents died, I learned to smile again, and I continued to survive to this day after I fell into another world. Even when Albert had been destined to kill me, we fell in love instead.
If thereâs a problem, then somehow or another, it could be solved. Amazingly enough, the solution presented itself while I was on a search to find a way.
I believe it can be done this time.
âI can endure any pain.â
Itâs not as if thereâs no chance of overcoming this at all.
Rosé is originally a dark mage, so that means thereâs mana left in her body. I think thatâs why I can see Blancâs true form.
If I become a dragonâs contractor, then the contractor and the dragon would share each otherâs mana.
When a dragon hasnât yet reached adulthood, they canât use magic. However, itâs a different story if thereâs already a contractor. The dragonâs mana would allow the contractor to be so much more talented than any other mage, and the dragon cub will then be under the contractorâs protection until itâs time for them to turn into an adult.
The contract was the starting point of the metamorphosis. After that, the most important thing to look out for was how much the dragonâs potential could expand and change.
Of course, there were very few mages who had attempted to enter a contract even after the tantalizing possibility of a dragonâs mana was in sight. After all, once a person becomes a dragonâs contractor, the possibility of dying was very real.
âPrince, people donât die that easily.â
I wrapped my hands over one of Albertâs clenched fists. He flinched, but he didnât avoid my touch.
Unlike his cold, biting words, his hands were exceedingly warm. His jaw trembled as he let out a sigh.
âDo you think just your efforts alone will change the inevitable outcome?â
âYes. Iâm not that much of a coward that Iâll leave you behind just because of that pain, Prince. Iâve been through that, too, and I understand it completely. So Iâm going to live no matter what. And most of allâ¦â
I clasped his hand tighter.
âIâll get through this because the Prince who I respect the most in the world is going to help me.â
Although dragons had never been mentioned in the original novel, it was mentioned that Albert would turn out to be the strongest mage.
If I learn from him, wouldnât I have a good chance?
I tried to appeal to him with the good points of the contract.
âThink about it, Prince. This is also a good way for me to raise myself higher, close to you. If Iâm a dragonâs contractor, people wonât care what kind of lineage or background I have.â
Albert raised his eyebrows. Then, he stared at me with a slight scowl as he spoke.
âIt doesnât even matter in the first place. Do you think Iâll let that kind of gossip run amok?â
âUmm, still though, I think having the rare title of âdragon contractorâ to my name sounds very nice.â
He looked at me and spoke sweetly.
âIf name or honor is whatâs important to you, I can give you whatever you want.â
The conversation isnât supposed to head in this direction. And if you say something like thatâthat youâll give me everythingâyou sound so much like a tyrant!
Please, Iâm about to cry.