Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 47 — The Strange Tower

A wooden wagon pulled up in front of a towering building, its deep blue walls accented by shades of grey. A few narrow windows gleamed through the wagon’s opening, hinting at the structure’s vastness.

"We should have used a teleportation portal to get inside," Cynthia sighed, her gaze shifting to the dark green-haired man seated across from her. Lucian sat silently beside her, his expression unreadable.

"Atlas has limited range. The distance was too far for him to teleport us directly," Lucian replied, stepping out of the wagon. He extended a hand to Cynthia, who hesitated a moment before taking it.

"Wait here," Lucian instructed Atlas. The man bowed deeply, his figure retreating as the couple turned to face the large tower.

As usual, Atlas focused on sending the necessary letters for his work, preferring the solitude away from humans, whom he found difficult to interact with.

His peaceful time lasted until he received an unexpected visit from the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess.

The Grand Duchess had asked him to teleport them to a location he barely recognized—a land close to Tervland, where there had been a war for ten years.

The exact location of the land was still unknown to many, as not a lot of people were aware of its existence until the war broke out between Selvarys and Eldoria. It was crucial for a magician performing a teleportation spell to be familiar with the destination; otherwise, they risked sending people to the wrong place.

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Lucian’s footsteps echoed as he strolled through the mysterious and unfamiliar hallway, looking around, his fist clenched the hilt of his sword.

A few people, who appeared to be mages due to their large white coats, walked past the couple, too busy with their own lives to care about the strangers. freewёbnoνel-com

"No one will attack you here, Your Highness," Cynthia’s unexpected voice caused Lucian to glance toward her.

"It’s not that..."

His jaw clenched as he thought about how foolish his actions were.

Was he really trusting Cynthia De Luminas, Princess of Eldoria, to guide him to a place where he wouldn’t need to draw his sword?

Foolish!

Cynthia didn’t seem to notice his turmoil.

Her steps were sure as she led him to a large, white-painted door.

"We have arrived," she announced before knocking on the large white door, the absence of grand decoration a stark contrast to the palaces he was used to.

"Who is it?" a familiar voice demanded, his voice muffled by the wooden door.

"It’s me—"

Before Cynthia finished her sentence, she found the tall young man standing before her, his eagle’s wings tucked behind his back.

"Your Highness!" The white-haired young man appeared, exclaiming excitedly and bowing to Cynthia.

"What brings you here?" Arlot’s blue eyes twinkled with excitement.

Cynthia smiled gently, her eyes hinting at Lucian.

"Greetings..." He paused, trying to recall the dark-haired young man’s name.

Arlot wasn’t part of the nobility—he didn’t belong to society at all. Magicians like him stayed in magic towers and rarely stepped outside unless necessary.

"This is the Grand Duke of Erion, Lucian Von Gwyndor," Cynthia introduced.

Arlot bowed briefly before stepping aside to allow the couple to enter the hall.

"May I ask what brings you here?" Edric’s voice called out. He didn’t turn to face them, but he sensed their footsteps approaching.

Lucian was clueless about what was happening, but he continued following Cynthia without a word. As they strolled through the unfamiliar hallways, she seemed strangely familiar with the place, as if it were her own tower.

She didn’t ask anyone for directions, which only piqued his curiosity more. How did she know this palace so well when she had grown up in Eldoria?

How could she have known about a place in Tervland when he, who was born in Tervland, wasn’t aware of a magic tower’s presence?

"Was I too caught up in the war to notice anything?" he wondered.

"Shouldn’t you at least give us time to take a seat?" Cynthia chuckled, sitting on a couch facing Edric, who was seated at his desk.

The hall was neat, filled with countless books and papers spread across two desks—one belonging to Arlot and the other to Edric. Two couches were placed across from each other, allowing someone to rest. A few lights hung from the ceiling, but they were turned off due to the daylight. An open window allowed a cold breeze to blow inside, cooling the room.

"This place..."

It has changed a lot since back then.

Cynthia wanted to voice her thoughts, but she couldn’t in front of Lucian. He didn’t need to know.

When she first met Arlot, it was during her first year of war. He was in his eagle form, and his wings had been cruelly cut by soldiers. Whether intentional or not, she didn’t know, but she knew she had to help him. She couldn’t watch him die in front of her.

Although the sight of blood made her feel sick, she tore her shirt and wrapped it around his wings. Then, she tore more of her dress, nearly exposing her stomach, and wrapped it around her hands to avoid getting blood on them.

"Much better," she muttered, looking for a place that could heal the small creature.

That’s when she saw the large tower. Something told her to enter it despite its eerie appearance. She carried Arlot in her arms and entered the tower, gripping her sword with one hand.

"Who are you?" Edric had asked, standing at the entrance with a pipe in hand.

"Can you save him?" she had asked, looking into his eyes.

Sensing no fear from the silver-haired girl, a feeling young girls her age would show, Edric chuckled, amused. He then led her to his room. It was a simple room with a large bookshelf and a desk cluttered with papers.

That was their first meeting—the three of them: Cynthia, Arlot, and Edric.

"This place?" Lucian who was examining the hall, voiced, pulling Cynthia back to reality, away from her memories.

"It’s nice," she grinned at him, confusing the young man.

"Surely... it is extremely shabby," Lucian thought, scratching the back of his neck, perplexed by her strange demeanour.

She had been a princess, born into a life of luxury within a grand palace. How could she possibly find a place as shabby as this ’nice’?

"What brings you here, Your Highness? Care to explain, now that you’ve taken a seat?" Edric adjusted his round glasses, his amber eyes glimmering.

"I want you to verify if this person truly has Rune," Cynthia said, gesturing toward Lucian.

"Rune?" Edric raised an eyebrow.

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