Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 6
It was so obvious, but because she was nervous, Kalynia had done something foolish.
She felt frustrated at the time she had wasted.
Catherine must have already realized this, as she was nowhere to be seen in the ballroom.
“I have to find it first…”
Kalynia grew anxious. She was the one who’d proposed stealing the mirror and suggested sneaking into the castle. But if Catherine found the important mirror first, it would end up being credited to her instead.
She needed to find where they might have hidden the mirror—perhaps a treasury.
But where could the treasury be?
‘Where’s the treasury?’
Of course, she couldn’t just ask a passing servant outright.
Kalynia slipped out of the ballroom and wandered down the hall.
“Um, excuse me, where… is the ladies’ room…?”
She muttered to herself, trying to avoid looking suspicious as she wandered around as if eternally searching for the restroom.
Just then, she heard men’s voices in the quiet hallway.
“Your Majesty, please, go back into the ballroom.”
A courtier was pleading with the king, looking almost ready to cry. Meanwhile, the king, who wore a grand bear pelt over his shoulders, looked sullen.
“What’s the point of any of this if I’m cursed anyway?”
“But, Your Majesty, this ball was arranged so that you might find a queen this time.”
“Right. And I told you to just bring some pretty faces for me to look at.”
When King Vylon suddenly turned his head in her direction, Kalynia panicked and hid behind a pillar.
She thought he would shout, “Who’s that suspicious woman over there?”
Fortunately, Vylon didn’t seem to notice her and continued his conversation with his attendant.
“I observed the ones coming in, and they’re all rather disappointing to look at!”
Kalynia’s brow furrowed as she hid behind the pillar, her heart pounding.
So, because there are no beautiful women, he’s refusing to show himself after inviting princesses from all these countries? What a detestable man.
She inwardly dissed him as she peeked out from behind the pillar.
Unfortunately, her assumption was wrong. As expected, the bloodline of Snow White, deemed the most beautiful by the magic mirror, was indeed exceptional.
With thick, coal-black hair, a prominent nose, and vivid red lips, Vylon looked like a finely sculpted statue. Even Kalynia, a witch, had to admit he was handsome, which only annoyed her more.
“It’s just that Your Majesty hasn’t met all the ladies yet.”
The attendant persisted, trying to change the king’s mind.
“If you meet them in person, I’m sure you’ll find someone attractive.”
“Attractive if I meet them in person? I’d be lucky if they didn’t start retching as soon as they saw me.”
Vylon seemed disinclined to listen, sweating visibly as the attendant pleaded.
“I’ve learned today that not all princesses are beautiful.”
“If you don’t like princesses, how about the daughter of Duke Hamilton?”
“The daughter of Duke Hamilton?”
Vylon squinted, as if he didn’t recognize the name, then finally said,
“Ah, Harriette Hamilton, right? Pick someone better, Count. Her big eyes look just like Duke Hamilton’s toad-like face.”
“Toad? Your Majesty, she’s renowned as a beauty across the kingdom!”
“Pity the people, praising a toad as beautiful. It’s as if they’ve all fallen under Grimdelwald’s curse.”
“Your Majesty…”
The count, flustered, whispered that he’d better not say that in front of Duke Hamilton. Despite the count’s advice that the king was going too far, Vylon didn’t stop talking.
“Imagine seeing that woman in bed and feeling like you’re laying with a toad that has Duke Hamilton’s face. That sounds delightful.”
The king, seemingly displeased with everything, continued his tirade to the count.
“And wasn’t she sickly since childhood? She wouldn’t last a second before retching at the sight of me, throwing up everything she ate last night.”
“The Duke says her health has greatly improved recently. Her illness has fully healed.”
“Hard to believe. Isn’t he a man who often hides things that don’t work in his favor?”
The count sighed, admitting he couldn’t deny the duke’s secrecy. Yet, despite sighing repeatedly, he showed remarkable persistence, a testament to his determination.
With all this persuading, most would at least show their face at the ballroom, but the king was just as stubborn as the count was persistent.
“Let me make this clear. I have no desire to endure a woman’s company for the sake of an heir if it’s like rolling around in a pile of vomit.”
When the hell will this conversation end?
Kalynia, hiding behind the pillar and eavesdropping, started to feel her tension ease and grew bored. She had something very important to do. This wasn’t the time to waste.
