Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Translator: Yonnee
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“What’s going on?! Who’s responsible for bringing in that mutt!”
As Rosteratu watched the nobles around him fall unconscious one by one, he shouted with a blue face.
“I shall present to you terror that you will never forget.”
The corners of Alexander’s mouth rose. Straight out of a horror movie, it was an incredibly creepy smile.
Alexander’s body grew. He had once been small enough to fit in that box, but he grew into a size that seemed to fill the entire banquet hall.
And as he grew bigger and bigger, the more he became see through.
His body held no substance. His growing body could still be seen, but it seemed impossible to touch. Like he was a ghost.
Alexander’s face was now near the ceiling. He became so massive that I had to crane my head to see him.
The parts that originally constituted Alexander’s body became covered by a blue fog. Everyone in the banquet hall was inside his body.
The blue dragon showed what he could have been.
During his final moments before he died, he attained his adult form, and yet he looked so sorrowful.
The size and overbearing pressure that a human would not dare touch weighed heavily on everyone. I also felt suffocated.
I know he wouldn’t hurt me, but I couldn’t help but instinctively feel terrified.
As I shivered alone, something came right into my embrace.
“Roséee… It’s okaaay…”
Blanc comforted me as he nuzzled into my arms. I hugged him tightly and nodded.
“W-What is this…!”
As Rosteratu pointed at Alexander, he eventually collapsed. It was quite the spectacle seeing him faint like that on the sofa.
Alexander and Marquis Evnen were talking.
In front of the translucent dragon that was much bigger than him, Marquis Evnen could do nothing but shudder and collapsed onto the ground. But…
Maybe I should give Alexander some time to get back at that guy.
Alright. This is my chance, too.
I went closer to the unconscious Rosteratu instead. Gripping a wine bottle in one hand, I thought about it for a moment, then asked Blanc.
“He won’t wake up just because I’ll play a little prank on him, will he?”
“No waaay… This… is Alexander’s disasteeer…”
Hearing Blanc’s sure answer, I opened the wine bottle and promptly poured its contents onto the guy’s face. I chuckled.
I didn’t stop there. I took all the other drinks on the table and poured them, too.
“…What are you doing?”
I didn’t notice, but Schubert went to my side. I giggled and poured a lot more wine over Rosteratu’s nose.
“Oh, Schubert. You haven’t gone yet?”
“No, I thought it’d be fine to stay considering what the dragon said earlier. But seriously, what’re you doing…”
“I hope he gets sick. I hope he’ll be sick a whooooole lot.”
I thought about hitting Rosteratu, but I’d rather not touch him.
“I don’t really want to touch him directly, you know, so I’m just pouring a lot of wine and other liquids to make him cold. He looks weak since he’s an old fart.”
He didn’t seem to be taking care of his health, so I hope his body’s immune system was terrible.
Schubert looked at me with a baffled expression.
“…You’re kinda smart, but in a weird way.”
“I just think it’s unfair. His Highness is still bedridden, but this old man is living like this.”
As expected, Schubert’s weakness was Albert. He was looking at me like I’m crazy just a moment ago, but the look in his eyes quickly softened when I said this.
“That’s true. I’ll help you then, I guess.”
Schubert quickly brought more bottles of wine. And we poured them all on Rosteratu.
While saying it was all for His Highness, Schubert went as far as removing Rosteratu’s outer coat to lower his body temperature more.
The wine eventually pooled at the floor beneath the sofa. It looked like blood was flowing down from Rosteratu’s body.
It looked exactly like the scene of a murder. It’s such a shame that I couldn’t take a picture—I would have wanted to show it to Albert.
Then, Rosteratu began to tremble as he gripped his head.
“No— NO!”
He yelled out. I watched the guy enact his dark history in real time. I’ll be sure to tell the story to Albert later.
“That King’s greatest fear is the Prince’s return.”
Alexander was the one who said that. I looked up towards the ceiling where Alexander, who had turned into an adult dragon, was staring down at me.
His voice reverberated throughout the banquet hall.
“My disaster. It is the provocation of what humans fear.”
The words he uttered were accompanied with the gusts of wind huffing past his mouth. My hair fluttered just the same as my teeth chattered.
“It cannot compare to the illusion spells of mages.”
Now I think I get why Albert doesn’t like dragons.
Because a dragon’s existence itself was so terribly overwhelming.
“I’ll show humans what they fear the most, then manipulate it if needed.”
He stared at the pathetic Marquis Evnen.
“The man who tried to use me fears the loss of his position.”
Since he’s the one who caused this disaster, it seemed like he could also see directly what kind of fears people had around him.
Alexander glanced at Rosteratu.
“I put Marquis Evnen in the King’s dream. It’s a dream that is more vivid than reality, so he won’t ever forget it. When he wakes up, the King will suffer very much from the dream’s afterimages and will try to kill the Marquis.”
“……”
“The Marquis of Evnen will fall to ruin.”
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