My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 37

Prince Lian guided me to a gazebo located in the center of the garden.

When I sat on a white chair, a gentle and pleasant breeze began to blow.

After the maid finished setting up the tea set, he opened his mouth.

“To get to the point… Do you remember the words I was about to say back then?”

“Back then—”

I recalled the conversation from a few hours ago.

I’m sure the last words were…

“Then, does this mean my magical power is still unstable? Is that why you were able to find me in the Tower of Lament?”

“That is—”

At that moment, I remember the door to the room was knocked.

Thinking back to that moment, I lifted my head.

Prince Lian was looking directly at me.

(My brother, Crown Prince Lumière, and this person too… their gazes are both direct.)

And their eyes are intense.

Is this a technique of being handsome?

With such thoughts in my mind, I nodded and replied.

“It was about my magic, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. At that time, I came up with a hypothesis… though it’s still just a possibility, and I can’t make a definite statement yet— I think I may have interfered with your magic…”

“…Huh!?”

“The two reasons I came to this conclusion are as follows. First, when we were in the Tower of Lament, I was not affected by your unique magic.”

I listened to Prince Lian’s words in a daze.

Prince Lian may have interfered with my magic…?

Magic interference means he must have used magic on me.

“….”

After a few seconds of thinking, I firmly decided.

(No, no, no!!)

There’s no way that’s true.

Because if so, when exactly did he use magic on me?

I am a person who lived during the era of the Tsobellar Dynasty, 500 years ago.

And he lives in the present day—the Lumos Empire.

The timelines are different.

Besides, the first time I met him was in the Tower of Lament—that was our first encounter.

With my face stiffening, he looked at me seriously.

Then, Prince Lian quietly continued speaking.

“And the second reason. This is the major reason I came to this hypothesis… I found traces of my magic in that place.”

“Traces of magic?”

I tilted my head and asked, and Prince Lian nodded with a serious expression.

“After using one of the five great elemental magics, traces of magic stay in the area for several minutes to several hours. The duration varies depending on the caster’s skill, but for me, it’s about a few minutes. I thought it was from the last time I went to the tower… but that was about a month ago. Magic traces don’t last that long.”

“…Could it have stayed there unintentionally for some reason?”

The term “magic traces” didn’t exist during the Tsobellar period, so I didn’t quite understand, but it meant that something was found in an impossible place, something that shouldn’t be there.

But even so, that doesn’t necessarily mean he has used magic on me… doesn’t it seem like a bit of a leap?

Confused, Prince Lian lowered his eyelashes and nodded once.

(Wow, his eyelashes are long…)

Perhaps it was because I heard words I didn’t expect.

In my confusion, such an irrelevant thought crossed my mind.

Crown Prince Lumière gives a cold, almost intimidating beauty, while Prince Lian has a beauty that exudes holiness.

Both siblings are stunningly beautiful… genes are amazing.

When I thought about the face gap between me and my sister, I felt a bit sour.

As I thought about such (silly) things, Prince Lian slowly opened his mouth.

“That possibility also exists. …So, Felicia, I want you to allow me to investigate the inside of that tower.”

I widened my eyes in surprise at his next words.

…This was because I thought that the Tower of Lament (which, by the way, is my room) had already been investigated.

Surprised, I widened my eyes, and Prince Lian looked at me with a serious expression.

“If traces of my magic can be confirmed in that room, it will be certain. In the past, I must have made contact with you and interfered with your magic—”

He cut off his words there, and, furrowing his brows with difficulty, he continued.

“…I may have also been involved in the barrier of that ‘sealed room.’”