Beloved Tyrant - Chapter 13

There wasn’t any corner that resembled Aurest to this man who would have been more suited to walk the scholar’s path. So I often forgot that Celtic and Aurest were cousins.

My mother and his are different.

My mother was the second empress, and Aurest’s mother was the first empress.

The first empress, Ellaine Durak, was the twin sister of the Marquis of Durak. Ellaine passed away from a postpartum fever after giving birth to Aurest.

The Marquis Durak supported his two nephews, Hector and Aurest, who were very sad and who lost their mother. It was natural that the children of the Marquis of Durak and the two princes were close. Celtic Durak was closer to Aurest than to Hector, perhaps because of their commonality as the second son.

No one dares to deny the fact that Celtic, who played with Aurest as a child and guarded Aurest’s side on the Western Front, is the Crown Prince’s friend and right arm.

Celtic was following one step back. When I slowed down a bit, he stood side by side with me. The corridor of the palace, leading to the small garden, was silent without a single human being.

The pillars that were shining golden during the day looked like old trees that were burnt black by being eaten at night. Small leaves in the garden glowed in silver under the moonlight. The night breeze blew. The sound of the leaves hitting each other was faint.

Gwasasasasa….¹

“The wind is still cold.”

He put the liquor he brought out on my shoulder. The touch of wine was quite delicate.

“Thank you.”

It was about to get chilly. Celtic, who looked still at my face, said softly.

“You don’t look very happy. Do you have any concerns?”

I didn’t mean to say I was depressed because of Tristan’s injury. It gets tired if he transfer my words to Aurest. So I came up with another excuse.

“Because my brother hurt his hand. It’s still up to me to leave him without treatment.”

Aurest was too suspicious and did not hurt not only others but also the court doctor. When there was something to be done to receive treatment, even at the expense of a large sum, he calls a court doctor. The healing priest was the way because it was impossible to harm a person because of it’s nature of power.

“Your Imperial Highness is sweet. I see why the Crown Prince always bragged about it.” Celtic smiled warmly and said… “The priest came and saw the wound, so don’t worry too much. He’s also a healthy man, so he’ll get better soon.”

It seems to be like there’s healing priest sent to Aurest, than to Tristan, who rolled on a piece of glass.

I answered with a bright smile.

“That’s a good thing.”

Once the words broke out, Celtic continued to bring out new topics and continue the conversation. He acted like a gentleman with an ironic rule that he should not be bored with ladies. The air grew colder and colder as the night went on. Gareth was dozing off when we went back into the room.

That was why I got up early in the morning and prepared to go out.

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[1] Gwasasasasa…: This is a SFX..!! Wind blowing SFX…

[2] It didn’t look that way so there was a corner like nebula.: It means it was unclear, undefined, clouded.