Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 130
As he faced me, he was smiling brightly as he usually did. But I wasn’t such a fool that I wouldn’t know what that sultry gaze meant.
Ever since that kiss, the atmosphere between us has definitely changed. The air had become charged, and the kisses and the skinship definitely increased as well. As the person who made the contract in the first place, I should know better that it’s being completely ignored at this point.
…Well, this was both side’s fault though.
In any case, I don’t think I’d ever go all the way with Albert in this place.
As I was preoccupied by my thoughts, Albert kissed my neck. I raised one hand to stop his lips from going further down.
We have to stop. We have to stop! Blanc’s also in this place! I mean, of course Blanc isn’t exactly a minor and he’s much older than the two of us, but!
Rather like a robot, my brain short-circuited. Something to distract Albert, something to distract him!
“Prince, if you teach me the basics of magic, I’ll tell you things about myself!”
His breath on my palm was hot. At his murmurs, I clenched my fingers unknowingly.
“Yes, you can ask me anything you’re curious about. I’ll tell you everything I can remember.”
“…You did tell me about your parents last time, didn’t you.”
“Yes, that’s why…”
I trailed off because I was out of breath. Albert’s low chuckle rang out.
“You look like you’ll cry if I had done something more.”
“This kind of touch, too, it makes me weak.”
…I mean, I wonder if there’s any woman out there who can get away unscathed when given this much contact with Albert.
With his head tilted to the side, Albert asked.
“Compared to kissing?”
“Then I’ll have to kiss you more now.”
“If you’re saying ‘now’, just how much are you saying?”
“Don’t you think it’s better to get used to it step by step to prepare for what comes after kissing?”
At his mirth-filled voice, I gave him a hard look.
“I’m saying this out of consideration for you, Rosé.”
Bursting into a small chuckle, Albert kissed me lightly on my forehead.
* * *
The root of all magic is mana. In other words, the stronger the magic spell, the more mana it requires.
A magic circle is a medium to contain this mana. A wand amplifies your magic, and it helps so that you don’t have to draw a magic circle every time you cast a spell. It is commonplace for people who are starting to learn magic to rely on a wand.
In order to wield magic without a cane, you have to memorize many magic circles as intricately as possible, and of course understand each component well.
And Albert was such a man who was doing all that without any problems.
“It doesn’t end with just drawing a magic circle. You need an incantation spell for it—this incantation is going to be laced with magic. In other words, the incantation will shape the mana into what we wish it to be.”
“You seemed to know about incantations back then.”
“Try saying them.”
I recalled how the incantations were said in English, so I just listed the words I knew one after another.
Except for Fly, which Albert used, and Hide, which Mercy used, I also mentioned things like Fire and Water to give shape to those elements.
Albert nodded. Everything I said seemed right. Um, I just have to familiarize myself with magic circles now, right? Then I won’t have any problems with wielding magic myself?
For some reason, I felt excited because I could finally apply the things that I had learned before. Watching me perk up, Albert muttered with a serious tone.
“There’s no way you should be so used to this already, but maybe the body remembers…”
“What I’m saying is, for someone who supposedly doesn’t remember how to wield magic, you seem awfully familiar enough with the incantations.”
It’s not unreasonable for him to think so. The language in this world was completely different from English, and I guess people take a long time to learn the incantation words properly.
Still staring at me, Albert paused for a moment and asked.
“…Do you have anything else to tell me, Rosé?”
“About who you really are.”
I think he’s asking me if I can remember something from the past, and he’s probably worried about that a lot. Still, I’m not Rosé Artius.
“No, nothing at all.”
To ease his concerns, I answered determinedly.
On the other hand though, I’m in a bit of a tough spot. I have no way of clearing up this misunderstanding.
No, I mean, it’s just…
I only know English words because I went to cram school.