“Baron Barcelo. No, Sir Emilio? What do you want from me?”
It was Callisto who asked this without hesitation. Luciano paid him a visit as soon as he had left his quarters.
He knew he was an uninvited guest, but it didn’t matter. He visited because he wanted to visit, it was as simple as that.
Ever since he was a child, Luciano had always been pampered, and he did what he wanted to, regardless of what the other person wanted.
Callisto’s room was as usual. The interior of the room is luxurious, but the furniture was simple and bleak. The appearance of the used swords leaning against each other, and the books being piled up was the same as it was two years ago. The difference was that tools for makeup and perfume bottles were lined up on an elegant vanity that seemed to have been forced upon him.
His wife, Priscilla, probably placed it on her own. Luciano, who sat in a chair without saying a word, crossed his legs pompously. The other man may not like Luciano, but he did not like the man either. He had a fearless face, masculine and attractive, which made him even more attractive. The thought of this man’s hands or body touching Alana made him sick.
“Callisto, I have something to ask you.” Luciano was someone that Callisto must consider, from the standpoint of being a prince consort, even if it was unpleasant. He seemed to understand and Callisto was reluctant to listen.
“About Alana. Why doesn’t her hand move? Alana said it was caused by an injury six years ago, but she won’t say why. Juanito, her half-brother, the second prince. I think it’s related. Juanito went missing six years ago, why?”
“Emilio, if she doesn’t talk, I won’t talk. Give it up.”
“I can only withdraw if Alana’s life isn’t targeted. Otherwise, I can’t protect what I can protect without knowing the background. Are you going to let her die? If you think that she should die, then you do you. That’s a different story. Don’t say anything to me after she dies.”
“…You know that Alana’s life is being targeted.” Callisto sighed after a long time. He prepared two glasses on his desk and poured some wine into them.
“I have been Alana’s betrothed for many years. Fourteen years from Alana’s birth to the death of the king and prince at the same time. This is from my viewpoint – no, theirs too, everyone’s.”
A glass was placed in front of Luciano, and each of them held their glass and lifted it lightly at the same time. He drank only one sip. It was cider.
“I despised both Prince Raymond and Prince Juanito. They were cruel and had no human heart. Many have died because of them. I will omit their deeds because it will take too long. It was exactly the work of the devil. They were also abusing their half-sister, Alana.” Callisto, who was standing, sat down on the chaise lounge directly opposite Luciano.
“I started training as a knight because I wanted to protect Alana. At first, I wanted to protect the little girl like a brother. At that time, her only allies were me and my father. The two princes were tyrannical. The king indulged with his mistress, often absent from the country, and the nobles were always looking out for the princes. They were unreliable. I was the only one who could protect Alana. My actions for her made me aware of love, which eventually turned into love. I realised when Alana was six and I was nine. So I regarded Alana as my future wife. You wouldn’t understand this feeling right. You don’t know how it feels to have a girl you risked your life to protect taken from you.” He slammed the glass down.
“──── I want you to return her.”
“You should know that it is impossible. It is forbidden for royalty and nobility to divorce unless they are dead.”