My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - 58 - The Gap Between Sisters

‘The Imperial Capital is also called the City of Flowers.’

The next day, I was riding in a carriage with Prince Lian.

This time, it wasn’t some shadow magic-powered vehicle like before—just a regular, ordinary carriage.

Prince Lian looked out the window, then turned and gave me a gentle smile.

“Near one of the royal family’s villas, there’s a large lake. Around it, flowers and plants bloom in every season. It’s so beautiful that court painters are always eager to paint it. I think you’ll like it, Felicia.”

“Thank you very much for your kindness…”

“There’s no need to thank me. I need your power, after all.”

At his words, my smile stiffened a little.

(Th-thought so~~~!!)

Even though I’ve kept practicing using magic power over and over again—

Still nothing.

Like talking to a brick wall.

Like hammering nails into sand.

Like pushing against a curtain with your bare hands.

In other words… totally useless.

Prince Lian invited me for a change of pace, but what if this doesn’t help either…?

(Magnolia said don’t think too much about it…)

But of course I end up thinking about it.

How am I supposed to release magic without thinking?

It’s as hard as cooking a meal for the first time without looking at a recipe.

(If this keeps up…)

Suddenly, I remembered something Prince Lian said before:

“In our empire, we have a game called aerial floating. One version is Fall in the Sky, where you jump from a high place using wind magic to slow your fall. That could be a safe way to experience danger, don’t you think?”

(Which means… I’ll have to do a magical bungee jump…!!)

And not just that—without a rope!!

Even if magic keeps me safe, the idea of jumping without a rope is terrifying!!

And even then, there’s no guarantee I’ll awaken my magic power.

It could all be for nothing.

(And if even that doesn’t work, what kind of extreme challenge will I have to do next…?)

He said it would be a safe way to feel danger—

(But how far does “danger” actually go in his mind…!?)

As I was caught in my thoughts, Prince Lian called my name.

“Felicia.”

“Y-yes. I still haven’t awakened any magic power.”

I blurted out what I had been thinking, like a failing student confessing.

Prince Lian blinked at me, then softly smiled.

“I know.”

“…Right. Pardon me.”

“It’s fine. I believe the more you rush, the farther the answer gets. But actually, what I want to ask about is your sister—Agnes Frenzel.”

“…My sister?”

When I looked up, Prince Lian nodded once.

“The people of today can only know about the Tsobellar Dynasty through books. It’s been 500 years, so who knows how much of it is even true anymore. History books are probably filled with exaggerations and half-truths.”

“Yes.”

I quietly nodded, understanding what he meant.

In this world 500 years later, I’m probably the only one who knows the truth about the Tsobellar Dynasty.

Because… I actually lived through it.

Humans are complicated creatures.

Someone who looks kind to one person might seem cold to another.

That’s just how it is.

In the history books, Agnes Frenzel is remembered as a wicked woman who led the last crown prince of Tsobellar—Felix—astray.

Prince Lian must want to know what kind of person she really was—what lay between the lines.

The hidden truths only someone like me could have known.

The real Agnes, as I saw her.

“My sister…”

The image of her came to my mind.

She always had a soft smile.

She was quiet and graceful.

She was like cherry blossoms.

So beautiful, it felt like the wind might carry her away.

Like a snow spirit—so delicate, she might melt away at any moment.

And yet—

“I think… my sister was a weak person.”

I spoke calmly, as if gently scooping up the feelings I once held in my heart.

“…Physically?”

“She was physically weak, yes… but I meant her heart.”

“…What kind of relationship did she have with Felix?”

Just from that, Prince Lian seemed to understand what kind of person she was.

My sister was fragile.

She wasn’t used to being blamed or scolded.

She’d never experienced rejection or being denied by someone else.

She was a pampered princess, raised with care in the ducal mansion.

She couldn’t handle criticism. When things went wrong, she had to blame others to protect herself.

It wasn’t until that moment that I realized it.

“Felicia, you’re so lucky…! You get to marry the person you love! You’ll be his number one wife! You have a healthy body, and both your mother and father…!!”

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair, Felicia…!!”

All along, my sister had been jealous of me.

She always smiled while listening to my stories, but inside, she was full of envy… hate… and longing.

It wasn’t until that moment… that I finally saw it.