My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 34

Near Magnolia, there was a writing desk and a chair. If someone bumped into them—it would hurt a lot.

Depending on how you twisted your foot, you could even end up with a terrible injury like mine.

(That really… seriously hurt!!)

Come to think of it, who was the one that healed that injury—?

That random thought quickly got drowned out by panic.

It’s cruel to let her go through pain like that.

Only someone who knows that pain can say so.

We can’t let anyone else suffer because of it, I thought, reaching out my hand.

But still—as expected—it wouldn’t make it in time.

“…!”

Even so, I kept reaching forward, farther forward—and then.

Suddenly, Magnolia’s body froze unnaturally.

“……!?”

Hesitation lasted only a second.

Right away, I grabbed her wrist.

I pulled her in forcefully and hugged her tightly.

“Are you alright!?”

I quickly let go and looked into Magnolia’s face, keeping my hands on her shoulders.

She still seemed shaken.

Her tense face was looking around nervously, and finally, she looked at me.

“Y-Yes… Um, just now…”

“Hm?”

When I asked again, she fell silent for a moment, then shook her head.

“…No, it’s nothing. Sorry for showing you such an embarrassing side. You’re the Witch of Sorrow and Grief, right?”

She pushed my shoulder lightly and stepped away.

Magnolia spoke quietly, completely different from her earlier mood.

“I’m Magnolia Everett, daughter of the Everett Duke family. I came here because I need to talk to you—the Witch of Sorrow and Grief.”

“…Yes.”

“Whether or not you’re really someone from 500 years ago doesn’t matter to me. I have a request.”

As expected, she was also only half-believing my identity.

She said it calmly.

“It’s probably something dumb, anyway.”

The one who interrupted was Zachs.

“What…!”

Magnolia looked like she was about to snap, but then cleared her throat.

“Mm-hmm. Let’s ignore that man. I want to become Prince Lian’s fiancée. So, can you break that curse?”

It seemed Magnolia regained her composure after Zachs jumped in with his comment.

She put her hand on her hip and said it clearly.

I—

“…What?”

Let out a stunned voice without thinking.

Because her request was completely unexpected.

(She wants to become Prince Lian’s fiancée… so she wants me to remove the special charm magic??)

Magnolia frowned at my confusion.

“Ugh, seriously!! You’re so slow! Don’t you get it? As long as that’s still there, Prince Lian can’t fall in love properly. He already has trust issues with women because of Angela…”

“Angela?”

I asked again.

It felt like we weren’t on the same page at all.

She was looking for me—the so-called Witch of Sorrow and Griefation.

(I’m not actually a witch… Can’t they change that title somehow…)

Also, I’m not even lamenting.

Thinking those things, I fell silent for a few seconds.

Tick-tock, tick-tock…

…Ding!

I clapped my hands as I found an answer.

“I see, Lady Magnolia—you love Prince Lian, don’t you?”

“─!!”

At my question, her face turned bright red.

Like a ripe red apple.

A very easy-to-read reaction.

(Did I say it too directly…?)

I didn’t quite get the flow of the conversation and just blurted it out, but maybe I should’ve just kept quiet.

She looked shocked for a moment, then flushed red again—this time with anger.

Then Magnolia raised her voice.

“W-What!? Is that so wrong!? Yes, I love Prince Lian. That’s why I want to be his fiancée! But thanks to Angela messing everything up, he won’t even look at me!! That’s why the curse needs to be lifted! Got it!?”

“Maybe Prince Lian ignores you because of your personality.”

“Zachs, shut up!!”

Magnolia snapped at him, then cleared her throat again and spoke clearly to me.

“In short, Witch—I find that curse extremely inconvenient. It feels like Angela’s lingering feelings are clinging to him, and honestly, it disgusts me. So, if you really are the Witch of Sorrow and Grief who lived during the Tsobellar Dynasty five hundred years ago, prove it. Show me that power.”

She spoke with such intensity that I was left stunned.

Then after a moment, I asked her:

“Angela… who is that?”

“…You don’t know? Angela is—”