Breeding Season - Chapter 55
Behind Bispar, Eltan glared. As if telling her absolutely not to use honorifics. At that, Siren, who had been hesitating, had no choice but to put strength in her tongue.
“Siren. Nice to meet you…”
“Siren, huh. Feel free to call me Bispar. This is my Diet, Nasrin.”
Bispar, who casually put his arm around her shoulder, nodded. Then Nasrin, who had been staring with a constantly displeased look, placed a hand on one chest and quietly bowed.
“It’s an honor to meet you. My name is Nasrin. I pay my respects to the King’s Diet.”
Even she, who had seen countless people in the Wilkeron Royal Castle, was impressed by her polite and elegant posture.
So it’s a lie that all Southern people are barbarians.
From their appearance, even if they walked into Wilkeron’s high society as they were, there would be no sense of incongruity.
“Pretty, isn’t she? Nasrin.”
“Ah, th-that is…”
Had she been staring too intently? Her face flushed as if she had committed a discourtesy.
“Because she’s pretty…”
“You’re pretty too, Princess.”
“……!”
“Oh, you don’t seem to believe it? Didn’t Yasamin tell you that you’re pretty?”
Bispar laughed heartily. Only then did Siren feel relieved, as it was a teasing tone.
That she was pretty, there was no way.
“Sometimes… he says I look funny.”
“Wow, that’s the best compliment that guy can give.”
Is that so?
Thanks to Bispar’s friendly treatment, the tension eased slightly.
“Let’s go to the relic storage together.”
“No, weren’t you on your way somewhere?”
At Bispar’s words, Eltan raised his eyebrows.
“Why? You got a problem with that?”
“No, sir.”
“Then it’s settled.”
They said they were friends, but Yasamin and Bispar had similar ways of speaking.
She, who had discovered the similarities, smiled very faintly, then quickly lowered the corners of her mouth when she met Nasrin’s eyes.
It seemed that Nasrin didn’t like her very much.
That feeling was very obvious.
‘I’m used to being disliked, so it doesn’t matter.’
Siren was half-pushed and walked down the hallway.
With Bispar in the middle and Eltan on the right, somehow this wide hallway felt full.
How should I put it, I think this is what they call a different presence.
Even if they made ten copies of her and stood them there, they wouldn’t be as good as one Bispar.
“Hey, I’m here.”
“I see you’ve met.”
The place called the relic storage was very vast, just like an audience chamber.
In the center of the room. On a glass pedestal, a circlet with a sapphire embedded in it could be seen.
Yasamin, who had disappeared early in the morning, was also standing next to it.
“You should take care of your Diet, why are you here alone?”
“That’s why I sent Eltan.”
Leaving the two bickering, Siren looked around and shrank back at the sight of familiar faces.
Frankly, the condition of the Wilkeron women didn’t look good, even with polite words.
Every single one of them had a bad complexion. They were pale, and some looked like they were about to collapse. Among the women whose eyes were swollen from crying so much, there were maids and nobles.
The age range was also diverse, from girls who looked like they were just fifteen to those who looked like they were in their thirties.
‘But there should have been more women with blue eyes than this.’
Could it be that they were attacked by an infected person on the way, like me?
‘It’s a relief that there are only a couple of nobles I know.’
The problem is that those two are like Angelique’s henchmen, but still, Yasamin is here, so it won’t be like that time.
‘The ones surrounding the wall are Southern people. They seem to be key figures.’
White clothes, blue clothes, red clothes.
Those wearing different colors look at this place with mysterious expressions, expressions of joy, and serious expressions.
Their gazes already made her breathless.
“Concentrate.”
Just then, Yasamin quietly opened his mouth toward everyone.
“Come out one by one and try on this circlet. It’s best if you can wear it on your head, and if not, it’s okay to touch it with your hand.”
The trembling women flinched. Siren, who was about to tell them it was okay, decided to keep her mouth shut.
Anyway, whatever she said, it didn’t seem like it would be heard well.
“It won’t kill you if you get thrown off, so don’t worry.”
Yasamin finished explaining in a somewhat light tone and then snapped his fingers.
Starting with the girl standing closest.
“Eek!”
Crackle!
The trembling girl hesitated and as soon as she touched the circlet, something like lightning struck. The girl, who was pushed away and fell to the floor, burst into tears, saying her hand hurt.
“That’s wrong. Next.”
I wonder if I’ll end up like that too.
Siren, who was at the end of the line because she came last, was suffering alone.
Just in case someone in front of her might be chosen by the circlet.
It might be called petty, but Siren really hoped that at least this much would be given to her by the heavens.
