I Became the Tutor of the Royal Twins - Chapter 277

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Chapter 277

Translator: Yonnee

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Through autumn’s leaf-fall and winter’s bare branches, spring arrived in full bloom.

The empire, once rocked by the unprecedented crisis of a demon’s emergence and the abduction of the princess and prince, quickly regained stability as if such events were a distant memory.

The swift sealing of Belzebuth, with negligible damage to the empire except for the eve of the founding festival, played a key part in this recovery.

Now, Rosé and Ferre visited the temple with Helios every week.

Initially intimidated by the temple’s solemn atmosphere and clinging tightly to Helios’s hand, the young twins now strode confidently into this once daunting place, made familiar by their frequent visits.

Deep within the temple lay Sera, ensconced in sleep since two months ago. It was every Wednesday afternoon that they visited.

“You may enter.”

As soon as the priest by the entrance said this, the door opened. At this signal, Rosé and Ferre looked up at Helios.

With a nod, he granted permission, and the twins scurried to Sera’s side.

“Sera, have you been okay?”

“Sera, Ferre and I drew pictures all week.”

“About our trip to the villa.”

“Heli Oppa framed the best one and hung it in the palace!”

Sera lay there as always, surrounded by priests in tranquil repose, her visage serene in a saint-like white dress.

Thanks to the priests’ daily efforts, the curse marks had almost vanished except for a faint trace around her neck.

Yet Sera remained unresponsive, her usual expression and posture unchanged.

“Sera, did you know? It’s spring now.”

“Me and Ferre aren’t seven anymore. We’re eight years old now.”

“We can write well now.”

“Oppa even praised us, you know?”

Knowing well that Sera couldn’t hear them, Rosé and Ferre still unfolded a carefully kept letter from their pocket and read it aloud.

The crumpled paper bore blotchy tear stains, its crooked letters read aloud with great care.

After reading, they quietly watched Sera. The sight, still unfamiliar and stirring emotions, threatened to overwhelm them with tears.

But they knew better than to cry.

Aware of how Helios might respond to their tears, they suppressed the impending sobs. He would likely comfort them, hiding his own sadness behind a forlorn smile.

Holding back their tears, Rosé and Ferre leaned over Sera’s resting place, greeted by a familiar and comforting scent.

“Sera, when will you wake up? I miss you so much,” Rosé murmured, looking at Sera’s peaceful face.

“I miss you too, Sera. It’s so lonely without you, both me and Rosé.”

“Sera, Oppa must miss you a lot.”

“Hyung is waiting for you.”

Whispering gently beside Sera’s bed, the twins hoped that mentioning Helios’s wait might encourage her to awaken.

Although Helios always reassured them, Rosé and Ferre had long noticed his struggles. The palace servants’ gossip confirmed their observations.

“Hasn’t His Majesty the Emperor’s smile vanished?”

“He doesn’t smile like he did before. He always seems sad… a bit colder, maybe.”

“Is he still shocked by the Belzebuth incident?”

“Ah, hardly. The demon was sealed immediately, and there were no issues. Why would that bother him?”

Visiting the palace, Helios would tuck them in and play as usual, yet sometimes he fell silent.

Especially when encountering items heavily reminiscent of Sera, he wore a lonely expression in those moments.

One day, Rosé and Ferre just stopped bringing the books written by Sera. Watching Helios hesitate and falter while reading was too heart-wrenching for both of them.

Once, it happened when Helios thought they were asleep, watching over them.

In the dark room with the lights off, Helios stared for a long time at the spot where Sera used to sit whenever she tucked the twins to bed.

He heavily ran his hand over his face in the pitch-dark where no expressions could be seen.

Seeing Helios searching for Sera’s absence made Rosé and Ferre feel sad. He didn’t cry outwardly, but inside, they knew he was crying.

Araella had told them that adults cry like that too.

Thus, Rosé and Ferre tried not to talk about Sera in front of their older brother. They only mentioned Sera’s name once a week, when Helios took them to the temple.

“Sera, when will you wake up? You’ve slept a lot.”

“Sera used to say if we oversleep, we’d become like melted marshmallows. Are you turning into a melted marshmallow?”

The twins sometimes thought Sera not waking up was a punishment for them. This time last year, after their parents passed away, they had caused a lot of mischief.

Helios must have been just as heartbroken, but they had troubled him without realizing.

“Sera, now me and Rosé are good kids.”

“Right. Me and Rosé don’t play pranks anymore.”

“Sera, can’t you wake up now?”

Rosé and Ferre whispered for a while.

However, no miracle occurred, and Sera remained deeply asleep.

Before leaving, they wiped the tears that had streamed down their cheeks with their sleeves, so that Helios wouldn’t worry.

Then, they ran to Helios, hanging onto his legs.

“We’re finished talking with Sera.”

“Hyung, now you talk to Sera.”

Smiling gently, Rosé and Ferre gave Helios time to be with Sera.

Helios, with eyes full of affection, patted their backs.