My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 31

After that, I headed to the castle’s library.

I already knew what I was looking for.

It was a history book about Tsobellar.

I picked up a few books that seemed relevant and brought them over to the writing table in the library.

Because of my unique magic, which causes things to be lost when I look away, a royal guard had to stay behind me the whole time.

It was very uncomfortable… but from their side too, they probably couldn’t take their eyes off me.

After all, to them, I’m a mysterious person they don’t understand.

(I need to find a way to prove who I am, and fast…)

Thinking that, I sat down on a chair.

Among the books I brought, I opened one.

The book I picked up was titled The Woman Who Brought About the Fall of Tsobellar.

Turning past the first page, it began with a preface—an explanation and opinion from the author. Skipping that, the main content finally started.

“Agnes Frenzel. A wicked woman who brought about the fall of the Tsobellar Dynasty. Here, I will describe her life.

In the year 343 of the Holy Calendar, January. Born as the daughter of Duke Frenzel, she was very frail and sickly. Also, she did not possess the unique magic that symbolized the Tsobellar Dynasty.
It is believed this led to her deep insecurity.”

I kept reading the book.

The part about my older sister falling in love with Lord Felix was clearly a mix of lies and guesses. But what I wanted to know was what came after that.

What happened in the country of Tsobellar after I locked myself away—until now?

Why did my sister come to be called a wicked woman?

When did my sister become involved with Arnold?

This book was apparently written fifty years ago.

Most of the details are probably unclear and may differ from the truth.

But I wanted to understand the main storyline.

Why did the Tsobellar Dynasty fall?

At that time, what were my sister and Lord Felix doing?

And what about my father and mother?

“Agnes Frenzel fell in love with her younger sister’s fiancé. But it was a love that could never come true.

Unable to give up on Felix, she asked Arnold Abercrombie, son of a duke who had charm-based magic, to cast a spell on both herself and Felix. People at the time believed charm magic revealed destined lovers, and things went just as she had planned.”

…Up to this part, I already knew.

The problem was what came after.

Seeing the next line, I—

“Felicia Frenzel, overcome with grief, committed suicide.”

—I couldn’t help but shout.

“…………Huh?!?”

(I committed suicide!? How did it come to that!?)

I instinctively gripped the book tightly.

Startled, I quickly looked around, but fortunately, no one was nearby except me (and the royal guards assigned to me).

As I let out a small sigh of relief, one of the guards behind me cautiously asked,

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing… It just says here that I killed myself, so I was surprised.”

I knew I had shouted in a way a duke’s daughter shouldn’t, so I tried to smooth things over with a smile.

But by now, I had already let go of all that.

Here, I’m not the daughter of House Frenzel. At first, that scared and worried me.

If I’m not the daughter of House Frenzel—it means here, there’s no one or no family to vouch for me.

Becoming “just Felicia” so suddenly had left me confused.

But now, surprisingly—

(It’s not so bad, really. Just being plain old Felicia.)

In other words, I’m basically like a commoner now.

I realized I didn’t need to be so stiff and proper.

As the daughter of House Frenzel, I had to walk the path set out for me. Nothing else was allowed. I had to maintain appearances and always wear the mask of a proper lady.

I couldn’t make mistakes. Above all, I had to uphold the pride of House Frenzel.

Any slip on my part would shame my family.

I lived every day carrying the weight of my noble house.

But now that it’s gone… I feel a little—no, quite a bit—freer.

Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking this, but compared to the old Tsobellar, it’s much easier to breathe here.

Thinking that, I traced the lines of the book where my name appeared with my fingers.

At that moment, the knight behind me spoke in a confused voice.

“Huh? It says you committed suicide? I thought you went missing.”

“Really?”

I turned around. A young man looked at me and nodded.

He had chestnut-colored hair and faint freckles on his cheeks. He had a charming, friendly face.

If anything, he looked rather cute.

He was probably about the same age as me.

“…I didn’t even know that Agnes Frenzel had a younger sister.”

The one who said this was another man standing beside him.

He, too, was one of the guards assigned to me.

He continued speaking calmly.

“The fall of Tsobellar happened because she used charm magic, and it threw the world into chaos. To fix that, Aaron Spender started a revolution… That’s what I was taught.”

He had dark navy hair brushed back, exposing his forehead, and wore black-rimmed glasses.

Behind them stood one more man.

In total, there were three guards assigned to me.

The chestnut-haired one spoke to the blue-haired one:

“That’s just because you don’t care about history.”

“There’s a lot of unclear stuff about Agnes Frenzel. Some say she died insane, tried to flee the country, or tried to die with someone. The only thing that’s clear is that what she did caused the fall of the Tsobellar Dynasty.”

“Well, sure… But Lady Felicia, you’re Agnes Frenzel’s sister… right? So is it true that Agnes Frenzel and Prince Felix, the last crown prince of Tsobellar, were lovers?”

The chestnut-haired one asked me curiously.