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Chapter 63

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"Rupert is coming too?"

Early morning.

When she came out ready to leave, Rupert was standing in front of the mansion with Cesenor.

Glancing at Cesenor, who seemed somewhat displeased, Agnes smiled at Rupert.

"Why? Are you worried about me?"

"It was Lady Amy's request."

"Amy asked?"

"And now I'm being suspected again."

At Cesenor's grumbling, Rupert neither denied it nor spoke.

Gently soothing the sulking Cesenor, Agnes confirmed whether Rupert could come along.

"Can you teleport three people?"

"It's fine."

Cesenor let out a deep sigh and continued.

"Up to four or five is no problem. It just adds a little extra strain."

"Then Rupert can come too."

"Yes, that's right."

Cesenor nodded with a reluctant expression.

'Going to see Silmare, and now I'm being watched too.'

If Amy, who could see the future, had made the request, he couldn't refuse.

Sighing at his situation, where he couldn't have his way even in small matters, Cesenor suddenly recalled what had happened last night.

A chill ran down his neck.

'No, maybe this is better.'

Remembering how Agnes had curled up just from him touching her soft fingers, his ears grew hot.

Cesenor wanted to avoid acting impulsively like yesterday.

He'd have to be careful not to be alone with her, he thought, as he activated the teleportation.

The southwestern part of the continent, the Kingdom of Asmarin.

To the north lay the rugged Flame Mountains, and most of its long, stretched territory was surrounded by the blue sea.

The land routes were rough and narrow due to the mountains, so goods naturally traveled by ship.

Naturally, navigation technology was well-developed. In particular, the seafood from Asmarin was famous enough to be magically frozen and transported to the imperial capital, Kavas.

Agnes's knowledge of Asmarin was limited to what she'd read in books.

More than anything, it was her first time traveling by teleportation.

From a place dyed in gold where nothing was visible, an entirely different world suddenly unfolded.

Before her vision fully returned, Agnes first felt the crashing sound of waves and the unfamiliar, fishy smell that pierced her nose.

At the same time, a salty wind blew in, as if trying to push her away.

When the view before her finally came into focus, Agnes let out a low gasp.

The sea was there.

She'd thought the Carun River, which flowed through Calben City past the Laverose territory, was vast beyond measure, but it couldn't compare to the sea.

Everything in sight was blue—half of it the sky, the other half the sea.

Even more, brilliant sunlight lingered over the water, sparkling dazzlingly.

Excited by the sight, Agnes spread her arms wide, as if surrendering to the rushing wind.

"Now I can brag to Amy that I've seen the sea!"

"Lady Amy also jumped up and down in excitement when she saw the sea. I wish you could have seen it."

"Really?"

"In Talvas—the island of the dark elves—she even played in the water. In the shallow parts, at least."

"I see. I'm glad. I was worried she'd have a hard time traveling, but it seems she had some fun too."

As they moved to find Silmare, Cesenor walked ahead.

He'd thought having Rupert along wasn't so bad, but now he belatedly realized it was a mistake.

The conversation behind him never stopped.

'They've been together since birth, they said.'

If so, talking to each other must be as natural and familiar as breathing.

Thanks to that, Cesenor couldn't find a chance to interject.

Their conversations mixed old memories and suddenly jumped to recent topics.

For example, they'd be talking about something from Amy's childhood, then immediately notice each other's condition and respond.

"Aren't you tired? Shall I go ahead and look for him?"

"No, I should go myself. He must have come all this way because of me."

"Are you thirsty? I'll get some water from that house over there."

That, at least, was welcome news.

He must have shown his eagerness without realizing it, because Rupert gazed at him with deep, quiet eyes.

Cesenor met his gaze and smirked.

"Bring some light snacks for breakfast too."

He tossed a gold coin to Rupert.

He meant to provoke him, but Rupert caught it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Then, after finding a place for Agnes to sit, he left.

Only then did Agnes turn to Cesenor.

"Aren't you tired, Marquis?"

"Do I look it?"

"No, you look fine. Does using magic not tire you?"

"This much is nothing?"

Shrugging, Cesenor summoned a map to check their direction.

As he moved his hands back and forth, the area with the red dot enlarged.

"Wow, you can see it that clearly?"

"It's because my abilities are remarkable."

Unaffected by his own boast, Cesenor pointed to a specific spot.

"At this distance, it should take about thirty minutes on foot."

"Even with teleportation, it's hard to land right next to someone, I suppose."

"Once I've been to a place, it's possible, but if there are obstacles or people in the landing zone, it can be disastrous."

"That makes sense."

"I don't have that concern myself, but such accidents do happen—clumsy mages falling into dangerous areas and getting injured, or even dying."

"That's why you limit the number of people?"

"In emergencies, quite a few can attempt it, but there's no need to take that risk."

"True, if that were possible, horses and ships would be unnecessary."

Annoyed by her hair whipping in the wind, Agnes took a hair tie from her bag.

Cesenor watched quietly as she gathered her hair with both hands.

Misinterpreting his gaze, Agnes frowned.

"Do I look that messy?"

"Are you always that ticklish?"

"Pardon?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected response, Agnes was momentarily stunned, then realized he was referring to last night and narrowed her eyes.

"How could I not be, when you were tickling my fingers?"

"I don't think I would be."

"Let me see—give me your hand."

Cesenor readily extended his hand, but when it came time to tickle him, she found it awkward and hesitated.

"Not going to do it?"

Even though they'd grown closer, they weren't children—fiddling with each other's hands felt very strange.

"No, I'll just..."

Feeling it was unseemly, Agnes slowly withdrew her hand.

Just as he felt a pang of regret at the soft sensation slipping away, Rupert returned.

"What were you talking about?"

"Oh."

Rupert seemed to ask as if it were nothing, but Cesenor caught the subtle shift in his demeanor.

His jewel-like eyes glinted, and he gave Rupert a meaningful look as he handed bread to Agnes.

"You."

"This is for you, Marquis."

Without taking the bread, Cesenor asked his question first.

"How much can you hear?"

Rupert merely lifted the corners of his mouth and replied politely.

"Perhaps as much as you can hear, Marquis."

"Hah..."

He'd let his guard down without Silmare around.

His room wasn't far from Amy's.

Of course, he couldn't have heard every detail, but it meant he'd heard last night's conversation in its entirety.

"So that's why you came along."

"That's about it."

"What does that mean?"

Only Agnes, not understanding, blinked with wide eyes.

The two men smiled at the same time.

"It's nothing, my lady."

"Don't worry about it, Lady Agnes."

After that, suspicious glances passed between the two, but finding Silmare was the priority, so Agnes didn't press further and they set off again.

As they crossed the hills farther inland from the sea, a small forest appeared.

A lone cabin stood before them.

Silmare was there.

He was already outside, as if he'd known Agnes would come.

He looked just as he had when they'd parted.

His fine silver hair sparkled in the sunlight, and his white jacket, resembling a frock coat that fit his slender frame, shimmered faintly.

In the blue fields, amidst an unfamiliar landscape, he seemed wrapped in a halo of light.

That man, his face filled with brilliant color, was looking only at Agnes.

"To think I'd meet you here."

Letting out a low sigh, Silmare approached Agnes.

"Or am I dreaming?"

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