My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 25

Such an important thing… and I only realize it now.

I’m no longer the daughter of the House of Frenzel.

I had planned to present my case, even if it meant being disowned by Father, but now they’re telling me that not only is the House of Frenzel gone… the entire country is gone. What am I supposed to do with that?

(I’m scared because I don’t know anything. First, I have to learn!!)

That’s right. Gathering information is the first step in everything!!

I managed to steady myself and lifted my head.

Prince Lian had a serious look, his brows furrowed.

He was probably thinking about what I had just said.

“Lady Felicia, are you saying that you neither sealed yourself in nor stayed locked in the room on your own for all those years… is that correct?”

He confirmed, and I nodded.

Then I spoke about something that had been bothering me for a while.

“In the first place, is it even possible to stay in the same space for five hundred years? I’m a human. I can’t live that long…”

I have no sense that five hundred years have passed.

For me, it was only five days.

I was watching the wall clock in the room—there’s no doubt about it.

To my words, Prince Lian spoke slowly.

“…We believed you were the Witch of Sorrow and Grief. We thought you willingly entered that room—”

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘sorrow and grief’? I wasn’t sad or grieving at all. I stayed in that room for five days because I had things to do. It wasn’t out of despair or anything like that.”

“…There are many rumors about the witch in the sealed room. But they all agree on one thing—”

At that, Prince Lian averted his gaze, as if it were hard to say.

Then he spoke quietly.

“…‘She was betrayed by her fiancé and fell into deep despair.’ That’s what they say.”

“Wha…”

I was left speechless.

It’s true that I was betrayed by my fiancé. Felix wouldn’t call it a betrayal, though.

Because he doesn’t even realize that it was one.

‘Desiring your sister is fate—it can’t be helped.’

He truly believed that.

If it’s fate, then it’s not betrayal—so he thought.

Sure, I was betrayed.

But even so, I didn’t fall into despair.

It just became the turning point where I decided to live my own life.

Suddenly, I wondered something.

(…How much does Prince Lian know?)

I lifted my head and asked him.

“Do you know about my sister and Lord Felix? Those two were…”

I was about to say they were fated, but Prince Lian answered first.

“Yes, I know. It was due to charm magic, correct?”

“Yes, they were fated—… Wait, what!? Charm!?”

I let out a ridiculous, unladylike voice, and this time Prince Lian looked confused.

“In the historical records, it says Agnes Frenzel used charm magic to seduce Crown Prince Felix. That was the trigger that later led to the First Great Magic War—at least, that’s what we, the people of today, believe.”

“My sister and Lord Felix were fated. They had matching marks on the back of their hands… even the temple blessed them. The oracle priest said so—magicians are destined to have a fated one.”

I was panicking, and my words came out all jumbled. Prince Lian probably had no idea what I was trying to say.

(Calm down. I need to organize my thoughts.)

I tried to settle my scattered mind, but all I could think was: why? how? what for?

Because being fated is supposed to be an absolute truth—

And now they’re saying it was charm… magic?

If that’s true… Then what does that mean for me? For Lord Felix? For Tsobellar’s high society?

(Was everyone deceived—?)

As I was spiraling in confusion, Prince Lian spoke in a very calm voice.

“The mark… is it something like this?”

Then, he quietly unfastened the cuff button on his sleeve and rolled it up. His pale skin became visible.

I gasped when I saw it.

On the inside of Prince Lian’s wrist—

There was a familiar red mark, engraved like a seal.