Chapter 263
Don't Concern Yourself With That Book
Chapter 263
Translator: yun
âYou are my younger sister. I am curious as to who raised you with so much love. Itâs a little disappointing to see.â
âSo, youâre saying that the kindness youâre currently showing me is a result of my powers as the Heir to the Lord?â
He burst out laughing as if he found what I said funny.
âOh, youâre a fast learner.â
The sound of his dignified yet refreshing laughter rang in my ears. I looked at him once more to get more out of him. But with a creak from its hinges, the door opened.
âSir, Scholar Kizash is looking for you.â
I turned my head to find a little boy. He was a boy of a relatively small stature who looked to be only slightly taller than me. Seeing the boyâs wavy navy hair, I suddenly recalled the strange situation I was in. Anyone would incorrectly assume, upon first glance, that a lecturer was hugging his student. But before I could struggle in bewilderment, the boy spoke first. He was calm.
âOh, dear. Youâre at it again. Sir.â He then flashed a refreshing smile before throwing a fastball, âSir, if you do that, youâre going to be taken in. Iâve told you before not to pull cute students into an embrace at first sight.â
Abel furrowed his eyebrows in apparent displeasure.
âPlease hurry and let her down. Sheâs flustered.â
Though his looks were already decent enough, his looks turned to that of an impressionist portrait. The boy shifted his gaze before smiling calmly as he stared at me.
âHello.â
As soon as Abel placed me on the ground, I quickly distanced myself from him before dusting my skirt off. I was feeling strangely embarrassed and awkward. Other than Lord Ray and Soricks, no one else had ever held me like that. Furthermore, the last time this happened was years ago.
âYouâre in the same class with me, arenât you? A princess from the Empire?â
The boy approached me in strides to greet me.
âHuh? Ah, hello. Correct, Iâm Ashley RoseÌ.â
âAshley.â
He mumbled. Come to think of it, I recalled seeing his face back when I first entered the lecture room with Prince Cjezarn. I had forgotten about him because I hadnât returned to class since that day. I remember thinking he looked quite normal but the impression I got of him up close was completely different.
âMy name is Pontus.â
A face as white as snow with the colour of his eyes only being subtly different. Some parts of his eyes were blue while other parts were a very light blue. It was as if his eyes had contained separate parts of the same sea.
âI hail from Kaltanias.â
The moment we held hands, I felt a chill that pierced through my palm. I could sense a cold draft lingering on the palm of my hands, as if I was holding ice. When I looked back at him, he smiled as if he had noticed what I was thinking.
A strange purple appeared in the boyâs multi-coloured eyes. Ah. How did I not notice? Iâve seen this countless times before.
The power of a templar.
Goosebumps dotted my skin. A templar that appeared alongside the 3rd Prince who was giving off a cool air and a chill. I hurriedly retreated before turning around and grabbing the doorknob.
âWell, come again whenever you need anything.â
Abel said after I turned around. When I glanced back, I spotted Abel leaning against his desk and Pontus standing silently next to him.
âSee you again, princess.â
The curtains flapped in the wind. I wondered why. The two were supposed to have a teacher-student relationship but why did it seem like Abel was being wary of him? Thinking I might be mistaken, I turned back around. He refused to make eye contact with me until the very end. But right at the last moment, he mouthed to me.
âIâll come find you.â
But my instincts were telling me.
The frost that had yet to melt on my palm fell. Soon, the ice melted into a puddle soaking the carpet.
It seemed like I had found the Head Templar of Snow and the Sea.
âAh, of course.â
âYes. Iâll hand you the completed ânectarâ two nights from now.â
Rusbella then added lightly.
âOnce all the ingredients have been prepared, two hours would be enough to create it.â
I glanced around our surroundings and nodded quickly. Now, the medicine was completed. All that was left for me to do was to find evidence of the coup.
But werenât things going too smoothly? In fact, things I thought were too much for me to get done within a week were completing themselves steadily. Was it because I was so used to misfortune that I was feeling uneasy about all this?
âRusbella, if you donât mind, could you address me comfortably?â
Rusbella was older than me. No, she was much older than me. Actually, I was not sure. Was I only thinking she was older because she was my senior? Come to think of it, how old was she exactly...
I observed her face carefully. She was definitely giving off a mature aura. But when I looked at her more carefully, she was frozen still.
âYou mean my words?â
âYes.â
After I spoke, she seemed to avert her gaze for a moment before smiling brightly. Her eyes that glittered like honey curled before nodding.
âAlright. I mean, sure.â
As I was returning from my promised meeting with Rusbella, I suddenly realised that I had left a book behind. I should go back. Rusbella wouldnât still be there. Oh? She hadnât left yet?
Upon closer look, the male lead was sitting next to her. She was staring at the campus building. Her elegant and relaxed face turned wistful for a moment. That was when Slorenian placed his hand on Rusbellaâs shoulders.
Tap.
Rusbella shrugged his hand off.
â... Donât... that.â
She then muttered something with a face filled with sorrow. With another gust of wind, the expression on Rusbellaâs face disappeared. When the wind swept my long hair to cover my sight, I spotted Slorenian hugging Rusbella. I waited for them to disappear off into the distance before collecting my book.
The road back was quiet. The spot I was having lunch with Rusbella with was quiet and open. Apparently, she didnât enjoy the gazes on her. I understood how the stares on her would tire her out even if she were to stay still. Of course, I wasnât just speculating but how could someone who was never popular understand the life of the most beautiful woman in the world?
Just as I was trodding along. The moment I took the next step, a chill travelled down my spine. I raised my head. From some point on, I noticed that I couldnât hear a single other footstep in my surroundings.
âWhoâs there?â
Turning my head around, the road was as quiet as ever. Seriously, this place was unnecessarily spacious. I waited for someone to appear with a frown. Surely enough, some people appeared from the shadows from the forest lining the sides of the road. Three appeared on each sideâ six in total.
Someone took off their grey hood. It was an ordinary middle-aged woman. Her face was average, one that could be seen anywhere. But I immediately recognised the crown of thorns she was wearing on her head. And the pendant that was swinging from her chest.
âWould you like to join us?â
One of the group of six spoke.
â... [Crown of Thorns].â
âYes.â
The middle-aged woman did not try to hide her identifiers as a Templar of Chaos.
âYou know who we are so you must know that weâve been looking for you.â
âYouâve been looking for me?â
âOh dear.â
As if she had found herself in a predicament, the woman gave a slight grin.
âI see you do not know.â
âYou... what are you planning?â