Chapter 153

“Ah, if that’s the case…”

There happened to be three robust men capable of manual labor.

Yelena looked back at the three knights. They’d have to help move the carriage if they were to continue down this road anyway.

Yelena was about to pick which knight to send to help out when Sidrion opened his mouth.

“Can’t we just get the horse carriage out of the way?”

“Hm?”

“I just think that we can resolve this problem by getting the carriage out of the way so that we can pass by. Don’t you think, Duchess?”

“Well, that is true, but…”

Wouldn’t the horse carriage have to be able to move in order to get out of the way?

But before Yelena could say that, Sidrion moved his hand first.

A scream was heard outside.

“Aah!”

“Th-the carriage!”

Neiiigh!

Thud!

A dull and heavy sound concluded the commotion. Yelena turned her gaze in its direction.

‘…?’

The carriage that was blocking the road just a moment ago disappeared without a trace.

Well, to be more precise, it didn’t disappear…

“I got it out of the way. Let’s go now,” Sidrion said calmly after using magic to lift the entire carriage and hurl it to the side of the road.

‘I mean, he certainly did get it out of the way, but…’

The consequence was that the horse carriage was now a wreck because he had thrown it down, instead of putting it down carefully.

The priest, who had been watching with wide eyes, shouted belatedly. “What in heavens did you do…?!”

“Priest Bekah.”

Sidrion leaned forward, revealing his face.

The priest hesitated upon seeing Sidrion.

“Well, you should’ve been prepared for such an incident and had handymen on board. Perhaps this happened because you think that servants are too dirty to ride together with you.”

“You…”

“Or you should have gotten two or three priests to lift the wheel with you. No matter how weak you are, are a bunch of adults really unable to hold one wheel? Perhaps this happened because you didn’t want to get your hands dirty.” Sidrion continued with an unmoved voice devoid of emotion.

But his words were almost like a revelation.

Yelena looked at the priest, wondering if Sidrion’s words were true. The priest had a stiff, hardened look on his face.

“Sidrion…”

“Please take this as a lesson. I sincerely hope you don’t experience this again next time. Goodbye then.”

Neigh!

The horse took off running after getting suddenly hit on the butt by an invisible force.

The coachman floundered as he steered the carriage.

Yelena stared at the priest as he grew distant. Once he was so far that she couldn’t see his face, Yelena turned her gaze to Sidrion.

“I take it you two know each other.”

“A little.”

The inside of the carriage went quiet.

Yelena didn’t reproach Sidrion by prying about their exact relationship, or asking why he had done as he pleased.

Sidrion didn’t look like he was in the mood for questions.

Yelena just let the silence continue until they reached the tart shop.

***

That night, Yelena came to a stop as she walked through the corridor.

Sidrion was standing outside the mansion under the moonlight. His back was to the window, so Yelena couldn’t see his face.

Actually, it would have been difficult to see his expression even if he was facing the window because it was dark outside.

Yelena contemplated briefly before taking a lantern and going outside.

Sidrion was still standing in the same spot when she reached him.

“Black Tower Owner.”

It was only when Yelena called his name that Sidrion’s body moved. Though it was just his head turning.

“…Duchess.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

After a short silence, Sidrion changed the subject instead of giving an answer.

“I’m sorry about earlier today.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“You were the one in charge, but I acted of my own accord.”

“Forget it. If I was going to reproach you for that, I would have done so earlier.”

“…”

“So what were you thinking about?”

Sidrion had tried to change the subject, but Yelena brought it up again.

Swallowing down a sigh, Sidrion eventually answered her.

“I was thinking about Kaywhin.”

Yelena hesitated.

“…Is that so? I happened to be thinking about my husband too. Truth be told, I’ve been thinking about him for a while.”

“You don’t have to feel a sense of rivalry. I was thinking about him because of what happened earlier today.”

“Are you talking about the priest we met?”

“Yes.”

“…That old man has something to do with my husband?”

Considering the behavior Sidrion had shown, he didn’t seem to have a good relationship with the priest.

Yelena went from referring to the man as “priest” to “old man” in a single breath.

Sidrion briefly glanced at Yelena before speaking.

“Do you know how I came to meet Kaywhin?”