A Blend of Romance and Fantasy - Chapter 10

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10.
“You could just use a Cleansing spell.”
“I hate light-attribute magic.”
Magic possessed inherent attributes, and Cleansing magic, being light-based, directly opposed Sara’s darkness attribute.
Most people tolerated it regardless, since Cleansing magic proved invaluable in daily life, but Sara remained stubbornly resistant on this particular matter.
“You’re always so particular.”
Sara was a chronic latecomer anyway. Already accustomed to her habits, I decided to let it slide and pointed to the papers on the table.
“Sara, would you take a look at this for me?”
The moment Sara’s eyes fell upon the document, her face contorted and she stumbled backward a step.
“Your Highness, this is advanced defensive magic. And it feels terribly unpleasant. Who on earth cast this spell?”
“Unpleasant?”
“Multiple spells are layered together. Darkness, wind, and… flame is the strongest. I despise these hybrid attributes.”
Whether Sara liked it or not mattered little to me, but I was a gracious mistress. I stepped closer and grasped her hand firmly.
“Sara, you still have considerable debt remaining. Shall we visit Galatia Bank to check your balance and reaffirm our master-servant relationship?”
“…I swear I’ll blow that bank to pieces someday.”
“My, but Galatia Bank operates across the entire continent. To do that, you’d first need to destroy the Serbi Kingdom’s Magic Tower. They’re the ones protecting the bank, after all.”
Sara’s brow furrowed sharply, and she yanked her hand from my grasp.
She then snatched a staff from thin air and strode purposefully toward the table.
“There’s a tracking spell on this document as well. Your Highness may have already been identified as having touched it.”
Sara raised her staff, then glanced back at me.
“I’m aware.”
“You could be in danger. Are you certain you’re alright?”
“The entire Princess Palace is protected by barrier magic. You’ve crafted plenty of defensive items for me. How about you stay nearby for a few months to eat and sleep here?”
“I dislike bright places. I’d rather research magic in somewhere dark and damp.”
I’d never seen a mage with so little sense of camaraderie.
I knew Sara lacked warmth, but to be so indifferent that she wouldn’t care if the Princess herself perished… well, I knew that too.
“You’re too cold-hearted.”
“Isn’t that entirely your fault, Your Highness?”
We exchanged these affectionate barbs while staring intently at the document.
Sara’s staff was as thin and slender as a wooden chopstick. Not a single jewel adorned it.
I’d heard it was carved from wood with exceptionally potent magical properties, but true to Sara’s nature of finding everything tedious, its design was utterly devoid of aesthetic appeal.
Sara jabbed her staff at the cord binding the papers.
In that instant, a vortex erupted above the cord—small but ferociously powerful. It was strong enough to whip both Sara’s and my hair upward violently.
The bookshelves trembled, curtains fluttered up and down, and all the ink bottles and pen nibs on the table clattered to the floor.
The knights and handmaidens waiting outside, following my orders not to enter, cried out urgently asking what had happened.
“It’s fine! Don’t come in!”
I called out forcefully, then turned my gaze to Sara’s face. Uncharacteristically, cold sweat trickled down her cheeks.
‘This must be incredibly powerful magic. I’ve never seen Sara struggle like this before.’
Sara was currently breaking the defensive spell through offense—in other words, she was unleashing far more advanced and potent offensive magic against the defensive spell bound to the cord. The collision of these magics created the vortex.
The wind raged for several minutes.
Crash!! Clang!!
Every pane of glass in the room, including the windows, shattered as the restraints snapped free.
Even the glass beads encasing the chandelier’s candles burst, nearly sending the entire fixture crashing down.
Sara pulled me close and pressed herself against the wall. Startled, I blinked rapidly while cradled in her embrace.
“Sara, th-thank you….”
“What on earth has happened!!”
Knights and handmaidens rushed into the room in a frenzy. They gasped in horror at the devastation before them.
“What, what is this….”
Then, spotting me pressed against the wall in Sara’s arms, they all drew their spears and swords in unison, aiming them forward.
“Release the Princess at once!!”
“Stop! Sara has done nothing wrong!”
At my shout, the knights’ weapons slowly lowered. Sara’s grip on me loosened, and I stepped away from her.
“Thank you so much, Sara.”
“…Yes.”
I nodded to Sara before slowly approaching the paper lying on the table.
‘Such powerful magic. It must truly be classified.’
My curiosity, already kindled, refused to be extinguished, and my hands found themselves unfolding the solitary sheet of paper.
And the moment I saw its contents, I could only freeze.
“Your Highness, is something the matter?”
“….”
“Your Highness.”
Sara called out to me repeatedly, but I could not speak. It wasn’t merely the paper’s contents.
While the message itself was shocking, the script used could never exist in this world.
[ On the final day of the Saint’s Birthday Festival, kidnap Saint Aurora and teleport her to a cave in the Lesher Desert. ]
‘It’s Korean…!’
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Reeling from the shock, I sat motionless in the Study, my eyes fixed on the paper.
‘Is there someone else who knows Korean besides me?’
My thoughts branched into countless directions, spiraling endlessly.
‘No, it could be the script of some obscure tribe or unique race I don’t remember from the novel. After all, it’s fiction, so I might not recall everything….’
But with years of reading transmigration novels under my belt.
Typically, protagonists possess a superhuman talent—the moment they transmigrate, they think: What?! I don’t understand the principle, but somehow I can read, write, and speak this language I’ve never seen before!
And they adapt to the novel’s world with this miraculous ability.
So Korean scripts rarely appear in transmigration novels, and the moment I transmigrated, I used the Sincester language, not Korean.
Using Korean in a medieval transmigration novel makes no sense!
Moreover, the content itself was problematic.
Since Eric, the aide, had dropped it, that paper must surely contain secret orders Eric received.
[ Kidnap Saint Aurora…. ]
Fury surged through me, and I shot to my feet.
“Kidnap the Saint? How could such an outrageous thing be planned! Leonard must have ordered this.”
How dare you deceive me with that handsome face? Did you think I’d fall for you just because you’re good-looking?
Of course I did.
It was the moment my insides were roiling with fury.
Suddenly, I heard something from the window frame.
“Aaron?”
The instant I turned around, half-hoping my brother had come instead, my heart nearly stopped.
The figure perched on the windowsill was not one of the White Owls. It was the Sixth Prince, wearing an expression so cold I had never seen in all the time I’d known him.
I didn’t even have time to scream. He approached faster than anyone I knew and covered my mouth with his hand.
The Princess Palace was protected by magical barriers, and no one but me and those I permitted could use magic within them.
Moreover, a holy barrier was layered on top of it, so one would need overwhelming force to breach it and enter my study.
In other words, the scoundrel before me was monstrously powerful.
‘What on earth is this prince doing!?’
Shock seized me as a bitter taste bloomed inside my mouth and my vision began to blur. My eyes grew heavy as his words echoed in my ears.
“Princess, you’ll need to come with me for a moment.”
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Drip.
“Ah, cold!”
A cold droplet striking my crown jolted me awake. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a place I absolutely did not recognize.
There were no windows, and moss clung thickly to every wall.
What made my skin crawl even more was the sight of iron bars in the distance. It was a prison.
“You’re awake?”
I spun around in alarm, and there stood the man who had abducted me just before I lost consciousness.
His face was obscured by shadow, making him look like the grim reaper himself.
“W-where… is this place?”

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