My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 20

“…The sealed door?”

I repeated his words without thinking, and it was only then that he seemed to notice me.

“Wah, who are you!? Um, Your Highness, this woman is…?”

(…Your Highness?)

The man called ‘Your Highness’ didn’t answer the blue-haired man. He quietly walked up the stairs.

(…There’s only one person in Tsobellar who would be called ‘Your Highness.’)

Who is he really—

And where is this place…?

While I was still confused, the two of them reached the top of the stairs.

Then, the blue-haired man stared closely at the door to my room and spoke in amazement.

“The sealed door… The door that never opened, even after all Your Highness’s years of research… I really thought Your Highness would end up devoting your whole life to this door…”

“And if I did, would that be a problem?”

“Of course it would!! Your Highness has other things to do. You don’t need to pour all your energy into a door that’s said to hold a cursed sleeping witch—”

At last, it seemed the two of them remembered that I was here.

First, the blond man, the one called ‘Your Highness,’ knelt down in front of me.

“Young lady. Why are you here?”

(…Huh? This voice… I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before—)

It sounded familiar.

But before I could think about where I’d heard it, he continued speaking.

“This place is under the control of the Ministry of Magic. Who gave you permission to be here?”

“Um? Permission…?”

I just walked out of my room…

At last—really, finally—I revealed who I was.

“I’m sorry for the late introduction. I’m Felicia Frenzel, daughter of the Duke Frenzel family. I don’t know why I’m here. Could you please tell me where this is—”

My words were cut off by the blue-haired man.

He spoke, looking extremely confused.

“Frenzel…?”

That reaction made me tilt my head in confusion too.

In Tsobellar, everyone knows the name.

The Frenzel Duke family is one of the oldest, going back to the founding of the country.

The blond man, who had been watching us quietly, lowered his eyes and said calmly:

“…I’ve never heard of it.”

“Never heard of it…?”

That can’t be true.

Why I’m here—

Or more than that, why my room is connected to some unknown place—can wait for now.

First, I have to understand the situation.

(No way… Is this some countryside so far out that no one even knows the Frenzel Duke family!?)

But wait, that man was called ‘Your Highness.’

In this country, the only one people would address like that is Prince Felix…

Which means—

The answer is:

(This… isn’t the country of Tsobellar…?)

I thought for a moment, then looked up again.

And I asked him:

“Could it be… this is not the country of Tsobellar?”

This time, the man—’Your Highness,’ the blond one—finally widened his eyes.

Golden eyes, rare in Tsobellar.

A single mole under his left eye.

He looked shocked, but after a moment, he replied in a confused voice:

“…Tsobellar is the name of the royal dynasty from two generations ago… What are you talking about?”