Rosenta returned to the room, but Enoch was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, since no one was visible, he wondered if he had gone back to his room.
But, through the fluttering balcony curtains, he could see jet-black hair.
Even though Rosenta had gone to his side, Enoch Continued staring intently at something in the distance while standing on the balcony.
That's why Rosenta called him.
"Enoch, were you still here?"
He noticed at that moment.
Where Enoch was looking and who he was looking at like that.
His eyes were on Theodore's room, where he had been staying until a while ago.
"You're here."
Enoch took his eyes off where he was looking for the first time.
"You kept your promise to come back to me, even if the wait was long."
His light-green eyes were cloudy.
‘How can those light green eyes with such freshness become so dark?’
As Rosenta looked into his eyes, Enoch gradually approached him.
He whispered, leaning his face on his shoulder.
"My eyes... I'm tired."
‘You can't help but get tired.’
Even now, As the sunlight gradually fades, he must have continued to stare at Theodore in the distance.
Rosenta bowed his head toward the shape that looked like Theodore from the other side.
He pulled Enoch by the arm.
"Let’s go inside first."
Seeing two men there, particularly a butler and his duke, acting like that was a perfect opportunity for misconception.
Enoch obediently followed his lead. However, he kept looking back in the opposite direction.
Only after entering the room did Enoch barely look away.
At first, Rosenta didn't say anything. He just watched what Enoch did.
Enoch began to draw the curtains without asking for permission.
"Duke, the priest came and spoke earlier."
Then, he pretended like nothing had happened and skillfully passed over the situation.
Rosenta didn't say much either.
It was better to block the window like this and not care about the outside.
Theodore and Enoch hated each other, so it was tiring to be between them.
He didn’t even ask why.
"So, what did the priest say?"
"There's only one dining hall, so they said they'd treat us on a first-come, first-served basis."
"…… It must have been a mess."
Even a school cafeteria serves food with some order.
There would have been a lot of people foaming at the mouth of protesting.
It was obvious without even seeing it.
"Yeah, well."
Enoch shrugged his shoulders.
Rosenta also sneered and shook his head.
First and foremost, this was the center of the Holy Kingdom, a place where priests lived.
Originally, it was a closed space that wasn't open to outsiders. Except on special days like now.
Therefore, it was natural that there was a lack of facilities and convenience to accommodate numerous nobles in these places.
"Enoch."
Of course, there were people protesting, while there are many nobles who, like Rosenta, thought nothing of it.
They could afford to Accommodate the trivial requests of such nobles.
"I'll have a simple meal in my room, so just get some food from the kitchen."
"…are you not eating with the people who came with you or the emperor?"
Eating with them? It was stressful just thinking about it.
It was cleared that if he stayed there, he wouldn’t be able to eat properly and would only become more tired.
He shook his head firmly.
"Okay."
Then, contrary to Rosenta’s expression, a smile rose from Enoch's face.
It was Enoch who had said he was tired just now.
But he started to move vigorously.
"Why don't you have a quick meal here tomorrow morning as well? If you go to the succession ceremony, you'll have to stand for a long time."
Rosenta liked Enoch's proposal for the first time in a long time.
He met Marquis Marigold often. Theodore also met him whenever he went to the palace.
There was no need to stick around with everyone in this place where even just staying still was tiring.
"That's a good idea."
When Enoch heard his answer, he smiled like a cunning cat.
"Yes, that's good."
***
Lysander was lying on the floor.
He didn’t lift even a finger, barely blinking his eyes.
In fact, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. This was because his whole body was exhausted.
"Shit. Let’s see if I come home at a time like this again."
Fortunately, Lysander’s mouth was in tip-top condition and continued to swear.
"No. If I hadn’t received that damned commission in the first place, and if I hadn't heard that a strange bastard had infiltrated my sister's room...."
There's no way he would have come back at such a difficult time.
Suddenly Lysander's face flushed.
When he really thought about what had upset him, it was because he remembered an incident from a few days ago.
"Shit!"
It was a shameful and insulting day.
He tried to forget that day, but it kept coming up as if it were engraved in his head.
"If only I could catch that bastard!"
Was it because he’d spent more than half his life in the Magic Tower, well over 10 years?
Lysander boasted in a loud manner of speaking that was not typical of a nobleman.
"Why is the floor so cold?"
But Lysander didn't care what others thought.
In fact, it was true that his personality was eccentric and that he was a dog student was a bit of a bitch.
Even in the Magic Tower, he was called "a bad-tempered gut".
"You!"
Lysander called in a servant nearby.
"You know where my room is, right?"
"What? Oh... That, that."
Not only had it been a long time since Lysander had lived at the marquis’ mansion, but he only visited once every few years.
So, the new servant, who was selected by him, would not know the location of Lysander's room.
"Well, I don't know…"
"Really? Then ask someone passing by and move me there."
Lysander spoke very brazenly and opened his arms to the servant.
As if telling him to support or carry him.
"Ah…! Yes!"
Lysander's pink eyes glinted very hideously.
The servant trembled and quickly sent up lands to the servants next to him.
Then the other servants helped Lysander get on the back of the new servant.
"Move carefully so I don't get motion sick. OK?"
"Yes! I’ll be careful! I'll take you very comfortably!"
Lysander smiled as if he was satisfied with the voices of each captured servant.
Then, the servant began to slowly move.
Seeing eyes of sympathy towards him, the servant carefully passed through the hallway and up the stairs with a face that looked like he was about to cry.
In the meantime, Lysander stared blankly at the hallway, blinking his eyes.
He was becoming more and more mentally fatigued.
As he was staring blankly at the wall, Lysander’s eyes fell on a statue.
"Wait! Stop."
The servant stopped sharply.
And in that state, Lysander looked at only one statue.
"Wolf...."
As if a haze was lifted a certain scene was vividly pictured in his mind.
Because of the humiliation of being beaten by someone he didn’t even know; he had only focused on that part.
But looking at the wolf statue, the man from that time came to mind.
A wolf mask.
Yeah, I'm sure he was wearing a wolf mask over his face.
It was also magical...
"It's him. Yes! I can't believe I didn't think of that! It was him! It's him!"
The air changed rapidly.
Lysander burst into laughter, to the point where he looked like a madman.
The servant who was carrying him flinched violently and looked at Lysander's face.
But Lysander didn't care about the servants.
His head was already full of the hypothesis that he had just come up with.
"If you put it all together..."
Three memories that suddenly came to mind began to be woven into one.
"The wolf I saw at the Magic Tower."
It had been so long that he’d forgotten, but that was his first memory.
A Magic Tower that he entered as a teenager after being recognized for his qualities as a wizard. And the boy who was being abused there.
The mask the boy had.
"I didn't expect to see you all of a sudden in a place like this."
The boy had escaped the Magic Tower and become a fugitive.
Therefore, Lysander's reputation would be enhanced just by reporting it.
But he didn't intend to report it.
Lysander was a man who believed in the survival of the fittest.
It was the first overwhelming difference in power that he felt at the Magic Tower. And from a boy younger than him.
Then Lysander noticed.
This boy would be able to stand at the pinnacle of all wizards…….
"Good."
Lysander's eyes flashed.
He was also an inquisitive wizard. In addition, he was a greedy aristocrat.
"I need to find him."
When he decided to do so, he thought it wouldn't be particularly difficult to find the wizard.
If he connected the second piece to the third piece, he could find what they have in common.
"Vivian's room."
The second piece.
The thief who trespassed into his sister's room was also a sorcerer. A sorcerer who had higher abilities than himself, who was under the management of the Magic Tower.
Funnily enough, the only thing stolen was the Duke of Estella's coat.
"The secret chamber."
The last piece.
The top floor of the Duke of Estella’s castle, where he secretly paid a visit.
The visit there ended in failure.
Perhaps the magic of the Magic Tower was too weak, he could not enter it. However, the Magic Tower said that it had never sent another wizard.
But now he felt like he knew the answer.
"Rosenta Estella…"
The man who stole something from Vivian's room, the man who attacked me...
"What does he have to do with it?"
They all had a subtle commonality in that they were all wizards who were not registered with the Magic Tower and that they were all somehow associated with ‘Estella’.