Chapter 22
The carriage left the imperial palace.
At first, the path was somewhat familiar, but after passing through the outer wall, everything became completely unfamiliar.
As I kept glancing curiously out the window, Callias asked,
âAre you looking for something?â
âAh.â
Maybe I had been too obvious. Embarrassed, I gave an awkward smile.
âItâs just⌠this is my first time going beyond the outer wall. Everything is so new to me.â
Callias raised an eyebrow slightly.
âYouâve never been this far out? Not even for a trip or convalescence?â
âThis is my first time.â
After all, I had practically lived imprisoned inside the palace.
Though Callias didnât know that, he looked slightly surprised but didnât press for more details.
And I had no intention of explaining, so I turned my gaze back out the window.
But then, Callias suddenly began explaining the route.
âIf we keep going this way, weâll reach a wide field of farmland. Weâll pass through there and head for the river. Following the river upstream, weâll reach a small fortress.â
At the mention of a fortress, I perked up and asked,
âAre we using a teleportation circle?â
Teleportation magic circles are convenient but can become invasion routes for enemies in emergencies.
I had read in books that such circles were installed outside citiesâat a reasonable distance to balance safety and accessibilityâand were surrounded by walls for military defense.
As I expected, Callias nodded.
âYes. Weâll use a teleportation circle to travel to AvenĂŠ in the north. By land, the trip from the capital would take at least two months without rest.â
âTwo monthsâŚ?â
It was a distance I couldnât quite comprehend.
Seeing my blank expression, Callias chuckled and pulled a parchment from his coat, spreading it over my knees. It was a map of Arental.
He pointed to various spots on the map as he explained.
âThis is where we are now. If we follow this path and reach the fortress, weâll soon ride the teleportation circle andâŚâ
His hand swept up the map to the very top.
âWeâll go all the way here.â
I gaped at the vast world spread across my lap.
The imperial palace and capital, where I had lived my entire life, were barely a speck on the map.
Seeing that made it hit homeâhow far we were truly going.
âWhere is Ronhaim?â
Callias tapped somewhere off the mapâon my knee.
âItâs about here.â
âSo itâs even farther from AvenĂŠ.â
âYouâll need to brace yourself. The journey wonât be easy.â
He looked straight at me with his dazzling golden eyes.
âOnce you go in, you might not be able to come back. The path thereâand the way backâwill be a journey risking your life.â
The words were grim.
But they didnât seem meant to scare me.
To show my determination, I clenched my fists and answered firmly.
âYes, Iâll do my best.â
Then I smiled brightly. Somehow it felt reassuringâthis wasnât a place that a complainer like Andrea would ever make it to.
âThank you.â
For taking me somewhere safe.
Callias looked at me with a strange expression I couldnât quite read.
Not long after, we arrived at the fortress where the teleportation circle was located.
Though it was a military base and not really a place for people to live, surprisingly, the inside bustled like a giant marketplace.
Vendors had set up stalls along the walls and even on narrow staircasesâanywhere a foot could step.
They energetically called out to travelers entering the fortress, trying to grab their attention.
âDried rations here!â
âLeather shoes, wooden shoes, flower-decorated shoesâweâve got them all!â
âLeather guards for sale! And lots of leather bags too!â
Some travelers were annoyed, while others followed the vendors eagerly, as if theyâd been looking for those items.
I simply enjoyed the chaotic scene.
It was fascinating to see people shouting, bargaining, and blending together in this noisy flurry.
I even half-expected the merchants to swarm toward us, since we had a relatively large group.
But strangely, they only glanced at us and stepped aside to let us pass more easily.
âWhy arenât they coming to us?â
I asked Callias, a bit disappointed. He calmly explained,
âProbably because of how we look.â
âOur appearance?â
âThey recognized us as Northerners.â
ââŚAnd what does that matter?â
âThey donât have anything to sell us. Most merchants here donât carry items suitable for the north. There are many things you simply canât use in the snow-covered regions.â
âI see.â
Or at least, I thought I did.
Still, I nodded like I understood. Iâd already asked a lot, and I worried Callias might get annoyed if I kept pestering him.
I was used to being brushed off like that.
No one had ever answered my questions with genuine interest. Most treated me like a nuisance.
But then, noticing my expression, Callias started explaining in detail again, just like before.
âFor example, Northerners rarely use leather water pouches. Water freezes quickly, and more importantly, we have fresh snow every day in the north. So thereâs no need to carry water. Itâs better to bring flint insteadâwe melt snow to get water.â
âAh, I seeâŚ!â
âYou also canât wear ordinary cloth or leather shoes. Walking through snow quickly soaks them, and wet shoes are dangerousâthey can cause frostbite. In the north, we wear only specially treated waterproof and insulated leather boots.â
With those examples, I could finally understand.
I listened intently to his passionate explanations and found myself staring at him.
The way he looked at me, the way his lips moved when he talked, his Adamâs apple shifting as he spoke, how he leaned slightly toward me, how his hands moved through the airâeverything caught my eye.
Despite talking for so long, he didnât look the slightest bit annoyed.
If I showed interest in something, he explained it even more thoroughly.
And when I asked questions or expressed curiosity, his voice rose slightly, as if he was enjoying himself.
Someone other than Karl is talking to me with this much enthusiasm.
My chest felt warm and fluttery. Like on the day of our engagement.
I liked how he answered my questions, so even the smallest curiosity made me ask him everything.
Time flew by as we talked, and before I knew it, he opened the carriage door.
âIâll answer the rest of your questions on the way. But for now, we have to move.â
Startled, I widened my eyes. I hadnât even noticed the carriage had stopped.
âAre we taking the teleportation circle now?â
âBefore that, we have a quick stop to make.â
As I stepped out of the carriage following Callias, a merchant woman was waiting and greeted us.
âItâs been a while, Marquess.â
She was a woman in her late twenties who seemed to know Callias.
âYou look well, Rhonda. Howâs Polletto?â
âMy husband went hunting with his comrades in AvenĂŠ. We ran out of Nyak leather. But more importantly, Lord Brentean said you were looking for womenâs clothing?â
âDo you have anything decent?â
âOf course! I just happen to have a few good pieces ready. Who will be wearing them?â
âMy wife.â
Callias turned slightly to reveal me hiding behind him.
In that moment, not only Rhonda, but the entire party turned to look at me.
WifeâŚ
Though we hadnât had a wedding, we were officially married. So âwifeâ was technically correctâbut hearing it made me feel shy.
My face reddened, and I tilted my head slightly so no one could see.
Callias leaned over and whispered to me,
âYou wonât last even a minute in the north wearing what you have now. Rhonda is the only merchant here who sells Northern goods. Everything she sells is top quality. You can trust her.â
I looked down at my dress.
I wore my thickest outfit, though.
Still, compared to what Callias was wearing, mine did seem much too thin.
Just then, a man with blue hair standing beside Callias spoke to me gently, as if sensing my hesitation.
âIâm Viscount Brentean Krief, the Marquessâs aide. Your Highness, please forgive the informality, but since thereâs nowhere in the capital that makes proper clothes for snowy regions, we had no choice but to bring you here. This is a merchant weâve trusted for many years.â
But his face was stiff with tension.
I blinked and looked around at the others.
All of Calliasâs knightsâand even Callias himselfâwere staring at me with serious expressions.
What⌠whatâs going on?






