Chapter 130
Don’t Concern Yourself With That Book
Translator: yun
When I asked him when he paid for the item, he gave a vague answer about giving the money while we walked past.
âAre you rejecting it?â
I was left entranced by the unfamiliarity of the bracelet placed on the palm of my hand.
Did this mean�
âExcuse me, I have a hunch about something, can I talk to you about it?â
âYes.â
âHave you fallen for me?â
âNo?â
When I asked him under the midday sun, Hernan snorted before smiling.
âThen why did you give me this?â
It was as if we were lovers.
âMy feelings are something similar.â
The real writer seemed to have mixed up the male lead and the sub-male lead. Why did she not consider a man like him to be one of the main characters? If he had served as the second male lead, the war would not have happened merely because of this manâs face.
âDonât buy things like that for just anyone. Youâll cause misunderstandings.â
âMisunderstandings?â
âItâll mislead the person you donât even have feelings for. Shouldnât you know things like that as an adult?â
Then, he tilted his head with an innocent puppy-like expression.
âI did not know.â
As if in deep thought, he tapped his lip before smiling like he quickly understood.
âThen, isnât alright if I want that person to misunderstand?â
â⦠Then, why are you giving this to me again?â
âItâs worth learning good things. If you donât like that, then you can consider it as your lunch money.â
âWell, youâre not someone who can live while owing people, right?â
âProbably.â
âIâm like that, too.â
âIs that so?â
âI will remember this debt to you for a long time because I misunderstood because of you.â
The handsome man laughed out loud. People who stopped in their tracks to look this way then nodded towards me.
âOh, itâs not what you think so please stop looking at me with looks of comfort and pity.â
I was not confessing to him.
âExcuse me, Hernan, why are you laughing?â
âWhat?â
âYouâre smiling right now.â
â⦠Did I laugh?â
âThen, were you crying?â
I replied as I stared at him sourly. For a long while, Hernan kept his lips together.
Afterwards, we continued to walk along the street stalls as we moved away from the square little by little. Be it a stall or a shop, golden flags and small snake motifs could be seen in every one. They were all symbols of Jupiter and some were even selling these symbols as souvenirs.
Hernan snatched a meat skewer from an approaching cart before paying for it and handing it to me.
âItâs delicious!â
âItâs something you can eat only around this time of the year.â
I would have never imagined a princess would be eating street food like this. It was amazing how this kind of suited me.
In no time, we managed to finish viewing an area and now we were right in front of a street filled with rare animals. I spotted a man dragging a silkies I saw back in the livestock market. For a silkie, it was pretty colourful and I was sure it tasted really good. But it looked too pretty to be eaten.
Because there were so many birds their feathers fluttered about like the shower of petals back in the square. I reached out to catch a feather that was floating about without much thought but it flew away. Instead, it was Hernan who caught the feather.
He handed it to me but his expression seemed to be asking me why I wanted it in the first palace.
âThank you.â
âDonât mention it.â
At his lukewarm expression, I gave a small smile. Compared to how he was inside the palace Hernan acted more candidly outside the palace.
âYou know, I donât know why I canât buy pretty things with what I have.â
âAre you saying that because you saw the rainbow? If youâre talking about things that money canât buy, there are countless other things. Like, for example, freedom.â
âIs that so?â
One of the most basic human rights was freedom. It would be nice to have a god explain to me something I had never felt before.
Why must I live seeing only a portion of sky? When there were peaceful spaces all over the world.
After throwing away what we had just eaten, he brought me to one of the last places he wanted me to see.
When I stared at a distance away, I noticed a slab of marble that resembled a concert hall. It seemed like I knew what it was.
It was the stage for my performance. It was where I would perform the [Primo Savatio], which is considered the most sacred event in all of the Empire, under everyoneâs expectations. Just thinking about the grand and immense scale that would be taking place, I swallowed my saliva.
âThe princess will be dancing there, right?â
âThe square will be filled with people on that day. Weâd better reserve our seats in advance.â
Everyoneâs words were just adding onto my burden.
âThereâs really a lot of them. People, I meanâ¦â
âTheyâre looking forward to it. All of them.â
There was a fence around the marble stage. Out of the troops guarding the entrance, some were yawning and chatting.
âThey must have been very dissatisfied with the dance the âSaintessâ had been performing in the meantime.
âSaintess? Did this Empire have a Saintess?â
âAh. You must not have known since youâre a foreigner. She was the princessâ replacement during her absence. It was just a temporary thing so sheâs not the real princess.â
âTemporaryâ¦â
âYes. Because there had been no one performing the dance for a long time. The dance the saintess performed had been very unsatisfactory.â
âBecause sheâs not the real princess?â
âThatâs right. Thatâs why everyoneâs looking forward to seeing the ârealâ princess dance next month.â
I rejected Hernanâs suggestion to look at the stage closer. I did not want to feel intimidated. Even at a distance away, I could feel the pressure.
For some reason, Hernan looked strangely relieved by my refusal. As if he did not want to go closer in the first palace.
âAccording to history, the patronus of the performing Imperial lady becomes her future husband.â
He lowered his gaze before blinking slowly
âPrincesses used to marry their patronuses.â
âIs that so?â
âThe current princess too.â
On his handsome face, irritation subtly wrinkled his expression as if anger had been woven into the fabric of his face.
âThe princess too?â
âHistory will repeat itself. As such, she too will⦠may marry her patronus.â
He replied me.
âAre you talking about the princess whoâs going to perform? Then, whatâs wrong with your expression?â
âMe?â
âAh, was I mistaken?â
Huh? I tilted my head.
âNever.â
He shook his head. Based on his expression, it looked like he had no idea what expression he had on his face a while ago. I shrugged my shoulders.
âHm. The Princessâ patronus⦠I wonder what kind of person he is?â
Why was he even curious? We had not even decided on one yet. Rebecca had been reminding me a terrifyingly often to decide on my patronus.
âThe prince is not possible. Never.â
Rebecca stopped me from going with my brother. Because it showed how poor my social skills were for not even having a man to perform with.
â⦠Why did the lord refuse my request?â
I shifted my gaze and fixed it on the concert hall. Hernan continued explaining.
âThe sacred stage is a place anyone can do anything with their powers of divinity and has been around since the First Emperorâs reign. Itâs also a space thatâs able to increase oneâs strength exponentially.â
If a Templar of Song goes up on that stage, they would be able to sing songs that were more beautiful and more appealing than ever before. If a Templar of Dreams gets on the stage, they would be able to show an illusion so powerful, it would never be broken. If a Templar of Rivers goes on stage, they would be able to produce enough water to flood nearby rivers.
In short, it was able to explosively amplify the ordinary divines. It was used to show off the strengths of heirs a long time ago. It was a magnificent creation.
The only problem was that I was a weak Imperial.
âWhat happens if an ordinary person gets up on the stage?â
âThat becomes an ordinary stage. The stage is driven by divinity.â
I was in trouble. I did not have any fancy abilities or the money to decorate the stage. Considering how I was the princess, I was in trouble. I was going to be dancing in the worst possible place for me.
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âIâm done looking around now, so Iâll head off first.â
At a distance away, I notice the Templars of Alcohol holding a wine-tasting party. The ripe scent of the wine was attracting people like flowers to bees.
âGet out of the way!â
I wanted to take a closer look so I was going to suggest looking around a little longer. Then I heard a harsh voice.
âHow dare a mere wench step into our sacred temple!â
âAh, no. I just wanted to receive some blessings.â
âShut it! Donât you know how to shut up?! This is the Temple of Thunder! Itâs not somewhere a lowly girl can enter!â
People were stopping in their steps one by one to look at the brutal sight that did not fit the sounds of music drifting from somewhere.
The woman that was thrown out by the man looked like she was crying as she fell down the steps of the temple.
The sound of her sorrowful sobs. I could clearly see her tears falling from the side of her face.
âUrgh, thatâs unfair! I too⦠I too have divinity! Why canât I be a templar! Why!â
I could see some people flinching and some avoiding the womanâs desperate cry. There were also some who gazed upon her sadly.
The people in the temple were mostly old men yet no one was able to come forward.
The woman was then dragged away by two men wearing light armour. Leaving the woman behind, the crowd was now slowly dissipating one by one.
Before I knew it, I was chasing after Hernan through the hordes of people.
The expressions of the people in the streets were all bright again. The street I was heading towards contained a greater diversity of stalls and stores that served bread and savoury meat pies. They were selling more interesting items compared to the first street I was looking around in.
A strange feeling rose in me. It felt like countless tiny needles were pricking me. There were also goosebumps running down my back and I could not ignore it because it kept bothering me.
Tingles travelled down my back.
I did not know when I would be able to witness such an enchanting spectacle again but there were so many things to look at, I did not know what to focus on. I would never be able to see this much if I walked around with one of the troops.
âCanât a woman be a templar?â
I did not speak loudly but Hernan turned around at my voice. As if he managed to hear me in the middle of this bust street.
âOnly in special conditions.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it has been forbidden by law.â
There were both gods and goddesses looking over this Empire and I did not think there was any difference between them. But why was there such a difference when it came to people?
My eyes looked around the scene. The templar singing the beautiful melody was a man. The templar who gave ne a spectacular water show with the fountain was a man. Be it the Templar of Alcohol offering drinks to people, the templar cleaning the streets or the templar who was shooing the woman away from the huge templar just a while ago, they were all men.
It was something I had never thought of.
A templar could only be a man. But I heard that templars could be of any gender a long time ago. I heard that the abnormal reforms began with the Emperor of the Sun 200 years ago who led the 2nd Revolution in the Empire. Before then, Emperors did not discriminate against genders. But the discriminatory system continued even with the current emperor.
After Hernanâs explanation, I asked.
â⦠His Majesty, the Emperor, and templars are irrevocably linked, right?â
âYes. Thatâs right.â
The stronger the Emperorâs powers, the stronger the divinity of the Empire. The stronger the Templars, the stronger the Empireâs power.
âDo the templars⦠feel the Emperorâs presence anytime, anywhere?â