Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Translator: Yonnee
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Hearing Albert say that, I coughed and looked away, shifting my gaze towards Blanc. He was sleeping soundly in my arms.
He was so lovely just looking at him like this.
“Blanc, we’re outside. Don’t just sleep—look at the sky. It’s so pretty.”
“The skyyy is always prettyyy…”
He blinked slowly, muttering as though he was talking in his sleep. He didn’t seem to be very impressed by the sky.
Well, it hadn’t been long since Blanc entered the tower, and he could technically still go in and out as he pleased.
Now that I think about it, Albert’s attitude was similar to Blanc’s right now.
I was the only one who’s excited here, and it seemed like Albert wasn’t agitated at all. I thought he’d be antsy to get out of the tower as soon as possible, but it didn’t seem like it.
Compared to him in the novel—when we first met—it was me who had to work hard for the contract between us so that we could go outside.
Was it because I changed?
I thought he’d think that the tower was too stuffy. Even more so because he grew up in wide spaces like large mansions and palaces.
In the end, I had to ask him.
“Prince, aren’t you happy to be outside? Though it’ll only be for a little while…”
“Sorry to say, but I don’t feel any differently.”
As he replied, he raised the wand.
Albert drew a large magic circle on the ground with the wand. Then, geometric patterns and shapes could be seen being etched in the magic circle—it was almost like a work of art. Within the circle were the sun and moon that were close together.
“The key to a successful spell is a magic circle, Rosé.”
“Oohh…”
“The most important factor is to draw the magic circle properly and to say the incantation well.”
I think he was recalling when I asked him about incantations before.
Eyeing the wand, I contemplated. Once I get out of the tower, I’d have a guaranteed retired life anyway, so I thought I’d be able to do whatever I set my mind to.
But here, I gave up on magic.
It looked too difficult.
In the first place, I was a far cry from a mage.
“Come here, Rosé.”
In the middle of the magic circle, Albert reached out to me. Naturally, I held his hand and stood in there with him. The circle was only wide enough for us to stand close together.
Oh, I have a question.
He reached out a hand to me and I took it unconsciously, but…
Is there a reason that we’d have to touch like this when we’re not even in the sky like before?
Come to think of it, I was confessed to not long ago.
…Did he plan this?
With a composed expression, I stared at Albert, who was imbuing golden light into each line of the magic circle.
“Prince, do we have to hold ha…nds?”
At the end, my voice went up because I suddenly felt self-conscious.
And it’s because of Albert’s face.
Whenever I looked at his face, it was difficult to tell whether he had a wicked heart or something. He conducted himself so elegantly that it was natural to think that he was blessed by god’s divine will.
After he finished drawing the magic circle, he tightened his hold over my hand. Looking down towards me, he spoke with a smile on his lips.
“I didn’t think you’d notice. But I’m satisfied with this as well.”
“……”
I had nothing to say in return as he openly admitted it. Smiling brightly, Albert said the incantation.
“Teleport.”
“The spell feels niiiiice…”
As Blanc said this, the scenery before me changed.
* * *
Even though it was spring, it was snowing heavily around us now.
The snow that fluttered down from the sky created a mysterious ambiance. And under that snowy sky was a castle. It made me wonder—did the Snow Queen live in a place like this?
The wide old castle was so vast that it seemed to swallow me up right then. My mouth was agape.
“I guess it’s your first time in the north.”
Then in the distance, soldiers could be seen running towards us.
“You’re here.”
With about twenty soldiers behind him, the man in front of us bowed his head towards Albert. He was younger than I expected, so I was surprised.
He seemed to be in his early twenties, but because he looked young for his age, it seemed more like he was in his late teens.
With disheveled brown hair and soft reddish-brown eyes, he was a man bursting with youthful energy.
His eyes were directed only at Albert, as though he was completely lovestruck. And I understood him at once—ah, I feel you.
That’s just how Albert was.
He was a man of enigmatic charm, and he mesmerized anyone regardless of gender or age.
With an emotional voice, the young man spoke.
“I greet Your Highness the Prince. I am Baron Schubert Bergen.”
“Long time no see.”
“…I would just like to thank you for coming all the way here. I’m sure His Grace the Duke would be very pleased as well.”
It was amazing. It’s the first time I’m seeing Albert interact with other people like this.
Baron Bergen’s eyes were truly only on Albert. It seemed like he had yet to realize I was here, too.
With a serious expression, Albert asked him.
“Is his condition still the same?”
“His Grace is still in a terrible condition. We don’t know what kind of magic plagues him. There was no one else we could call.”
They quickly delved into that conversation, and Baron Bergen seemed really to have no interest in me.
Well, it’s not like I want attention, but it was a little embarrassing that even my very existence was being ignored.
Eventually, I stood straight and looked up at the sky for no reason.
It felt like I was suddenly hit with reality.
I thought that I had already braced myself for how I’d be treated outside the tower. But since I’d only been interacting with Albert and the guard soldiers, it turned out that reality wasn’t that forgiving.
Right now, I was being treated just as I should. A maid was like air.
It was a little depressing, but being ignored like this was tolerable enough.
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