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Title Page

Cast of Characters

Copyrights and Credits

Chapter 1: The Crown Prince Meets with the King

Chapter 2: A Baron Glimpses a Young Tiger’s Teeth

Chapter 3: The Villainess Attends Her Graduation Party

Chapter 4: The Crown Prince and the King’s Younger Brother Exchange Glares

Chapter 5: The Crown Prince Chats with the Knight Captain’s Son

Chapter 6: The Villainess Has a Meeting with the Prince

Chapter 7: The Villainess Is a Dedicated Worker

Chapter 8: The Villainess Is Met with Misfortune

Chapter 9: The Boy Detective Shares His Thoughts

Chapter 10: The Villainess Is Taken by Surprise

Chapter 11: The Suspicious Driver Licks His Lips

Chapter 12: The Villainess Reaches the Village of Happiness

Chapter 13: The Maid Laments

Chapter 14: The Duke’s Son Leaves Bloody Marks on His Palms

Chapter 15: The Villainess Investigates the Village with the Boy Detective

Chapter 16: The Chieftess Rejoices

Chapter 17: The Villainess Meets the Village Girls

Chapter 18: The Anxious Village Girl Discovers a Goddess

Chapter 19: The Villainess Endures

Chapter 20: The Villainess Plots Her Escape

Chapter 21: The Guards Are Deceived

Chapter 22: The Villainess Is Rescued by a Prince on a White Steed

Chapter 23: The Villainess Returns Home

Chapter 24: The Villainess Becomes the Crown Prince’s Fiancée

Chapter 25: The King’s Younger Brother Is Enchanted by the Crown Prince’s Betrothed

Chapter 26: The Villainess Reflects

Chapter 27: The Villainess Visits the Freshly Remodeled Village

Side Story: The Boy Detective Lives Up to His Canary Nickname

Bonus Story: The Villainess Dances to the Aphrodisiac’s Tune

Afterword

From the Creators

Footnotes

Newsletter

Chapter 1:
The Crown Prince Meets with the King

WHEN ONE HEARS THE WORDS “royal castle,” what does one usually picture? Perhaps a king’s residence, located at the heart of the country? One might even have an ostentatious image of huge ballrooms where soirees are held or vast, carefully maintained gardens in which to host tea parties. Or one might simply picture a resplendent residence for the country’s royal family.

Whatever one’s immediate interpretation, they are all correct. An aristocrat who has visited a royal castle before might be able to provide a more detailed description, but in general, it would differ little from the imagination of the average citizen.

Harland’s castle sat atop a plateau overlooking the rest of the royal capital, including both the high-end district and the downtown area. A tower was connected to the castle, its roof like the tipped end of a spear jutting up to pierce the heavens above. Altogether, it stood as a symbol of the royal family’s power and influence. Anyone and everyone recognized its majesty. People instinctively lowered their heads before it.

The exterior wasn’t the only impressive part of the royal castle. Its halls and walls and pillars were kept so pristinely polished that they reflected the faces of their visitors. Sunlight poured in through the windows, revealing not even a single mote of dust hovering in the air.

A figure stepped into the seeping sunbeams as he strode down a corridor. The young man had the same silver hair and golden eyes as the king. Neither the castle’s daunting exterior nor its interior, carefully designed by an expert artisan, were special to him; he’d grown too accustomed to them over the years.

This young man was himself like a walking work of art. His skin was silky and smooth as porcelain, his hair like the finest silver threads that captured the light in the room, sparkling as they swayed against his forehead with each movement and drawing the attention of anyone who looked his way.

His nose was perfectly proportioned, sitting just above his faintly rose-colored lips. Anyone who found themselves staring—and many a person did—would immediately blush when they realized what they were doing. And if they lifted their gaze from his lips, they would find themselves entranced by his golden eyes, framed by silver lashes.

Sylvester Harland was possessed of a rare natural beauty. As Harland’s crown prince, he thought nothing of all the extravagant architecture and ornate decor he passed as he made his way down a long corridor to have an audience with his father. His leather shoes made a rhythmic clapping noise that echoed around him with each step he took.

He was still far from his destination: the king’s office. He would need to turn several more corners and traverse more indistinguishable hallways before he arrived. It was muscle memory that guided him at this point. His mind was elsewhere; it annoyed him that he had to waste so much time reaching his father’s office when their conversation would be over in mere minutes.

The distance and mazelike halls were an intentional part of the castle’s design, intended to be a security measure against intruders. Sylvester understood as much, but that didn’t make it any less burdensome. All of the corridors were identical. While this helped prevent any would-be infiltrators from finding the king so easily, it also confused anyone unfamiliar with the layout. The only upside was that once someone knew the place like the back of their hand, as Sylvester did, it provided extra time to sort their thoughts.

It seems the unrest in Parte Kingdom has finally settled down.

Parte Kingdom was a small nation on Harland’s southwestern border, which acted as a buffer between Harland and the conflict zone to the west. Harland had been paying a share of fees for the defense that Parte provided and had also cut a favorable trade deal with them to lower tariffs.

The two countries had enjoyed good relations until last year, when cracks began to form. The growing hostility hit a crescendo, at which point the people were ready to commit to all-out war. Every citizen of Parte was raised to be a warrior in their own right, a fact that had likely added to the friction. Parte’s citizens were ready to take up arms even though there would be nothing to gain from the conflict.

Parte also happened to be one of the few neighboring nations with a democratic government. The latest incident had shown some of the vulnerabilities of such a system. Policies could be swayed based on emotional whims, as was the case with this latest incident, forcing Harland into a difficult decision: engage Parte in war or marry one of its people to reinforce political alliances. Unwilling to do either, Harland opted for a third choice: accepting a lady from Parte as a potential bridal candidate for the crown prince to buy themselves time to figure out another solution.

It was later discovered that the whole thing had been a scheme concocted by one of Parte’s great and powerful families, the Bendins, along with Cardinal Nigel. Unfortunately, by that point, so much negative sentiment had been stoked among Parte’s citizenry that they had no choice but to reassure the people to dissuade potential conflict. To that end, the bridal candidate Parte had sent, Niamilia Bendin—or Nina, which was her real name—proved how vital an ally she could be.

Nina had been adopted by the head of the Bendins and trained to be Cardinal Nigel’s underling. Under the cardinal’s orders, her aim had been to drag Claudia’s name through the mud, but she failed. She now operated under Harland’s direct supervision. Unlike Nigel’s usual pawns, whom he rarely offered any critical information, Nina was deeply involved in his operations. The intel she had on him was so vital that Harland had decided to keep her in its care.

Sylvester wasn’t entirely pleased with Nina, given the nature of her original mission in Harland, but he was pragmatic enough to see how useful she could be, even if his stomach roiled with resentment for the part she’d played. He could swallow his complaints if it meant having a useful chess piece with which to corner Cardinal Nigel.

Nina was the one who proposed fighting Cardinal Nigel’s propaganda with some of their own. Her appointment as a bridal candidate had helped soothe her people’s discontent to a degree, and she had capitalized on the opportunity to alleviate any misgivings they had about the friendship between Parte and Harland.

According to the reports she gave, she actually took people aside one by one to change their minds.

It might be a shortcoming of democracy that people’s emotional whims could dictate policy, but the people weren’t idiots. Once they’d had enough time to calm down, they realized how ill-advised war would be. They could keep their dignity while maintaining friendly relations—the best of both worlds, really.

The head of the Bendins didn’t try to impede Nina’s efforts. As much as he’d been involved in the scheme to make Nina a candidate, war was in no way beneficial to him. Nigel had been the primary culprit behind stoking discontent among the people, and it was his movements Sylvester was most interested in. Regrettably, since his plans had been ruined, he’d made no further contact with Lord Bendin—the family head—as far as Harland could tell.

We expected as much, though.

The prince thought back to the brief meeting he’d had with Nina and Claudia before Nina set off to return to Parte. Most of their correspondence had been through letters, but an opportunity arose to meet face-to-face. Since Claudia had wanted an update on the situation, he’d arranged for her to join him.

***

Sylvester and Claudia sat on a sofa opposite Nina with a table between them. He’d wanted Claudia beside him, especially in Nina’s presence.

“So Cardinal Nigel still won’t make a move, even in these circumstances?” he muttered.

Nina nodded. Her long, flowing hair was like the full spectrum of the sunset condensed into a vibrant scarlet. “He’s had a long relationship with Lord Bendin, but now that he knows it’s a sinking ship, I doubt he’ll lift a finger to help.”

Claudia leaned forward. “But the cardinal meddled quite heavily in the Bendins’ affairs, didn’t he? He even went so far as to appoint Darton as your butler to keep watch over you and train you to be his minion. Would he really cut ties with Lord Bendin as easily as he does with his own faithful?” While Claudia expected Nigel was capable of such callousness based on what she knew of him, she wasn’t familiar enough with him to do anything but speculate. Only Nina could say for certain.

“Lord Bendin was just a useful puppet in his schemes,” Nina answered. “He wouldn’t treat him any differently than the low-ranking faithful in the church. Although I’m sure it will displease him to have lost a valuable financial resource.”

“Then we’re at least divesting him of some power. That said, the way he treats his collaborators gives me a headache.” Claudia closed her eyes and massaged her temples. Even such a powerful, influential family wasn’t worthy of Nigel’s loyalty. As Nina said, they were nothing but disposable pawns.

“I suspect Lord Bendin still believes that the church will save him, no matter how bad things get for him.” Nina’s ruby-red lips pulled into a derisive grin, her deep-seated hatred for her adoptive father apparent. No one could blame her for it, given how the man had killed her entire family and used her like a puppet.

The intense malice that lurked in Nina’s dark-navy eyes was a reassurance to Sylvester. For many years, she had longed for the fall of the Bendins, so at least until her revenge was complete, she would do her utmost to contribute to Harland’s endeavors. There was no need to make any adjustments to their plans. Granted, Nigel had probably expected all of this from the moment that Nina fell into their hands. He’d schemed to his heart’s content to make all of this happen, but he would lie low for the time being to avoid them digging any deeper into his business. As anxious as Sylvester was to find some concrete evidence to incriminate the cardinal, he knew better than to expend his resources on that right now, lest it leave him ill-equipped to handle any unexpected trouble the cardinal might send his way.

“As far as I understand it, the cardinal doesn’t seem any more eager for war than we are,” said Sylvester.

Claudia glanced at him and nodded thoughtfully. “True. As Nina said before, if he really wanted war between our nations, he would have orchestrated an attack on her the moment she entered our borders to ensure that outcome was inescapable.” And he hadn’t done that. A vicious war between Parte and Harland would presumably hamper his machinations.

“I suppose every action we’ve taken is exactly what he wanted us to do,” Sylvester said bitterly. Assuming Nigel had foreseen this outcome—and he likely had—they were dancing in the palm of his hand. It infuriated Sylvester. Only Claudia’s warmth kept him from knitting his brows and frowning; as she rested her hand on his knee, he reached down to squeeze it. It was mystifying to him how something so simple could make the churning anger in his stomach instantly evaporate.

“He has enough foresight that I’m sure he expected the general outcome of his scheming, but I don’t think he could have predicted that Nina would cooperate with us as much as she has.” Claudia smiled at him. “Harland has only a few limited options for how to respond, so that makes us easy to predict. The same can’t be said of the much smaller cogs within the machine.”

Claudia was right when she said they were divesting him of power. Forcing him to keep a low profile was also a notable accomplishment.

“All of this has helped me reconsider my previous stance,” said Nina. “As long as you intend to continue fighting, I’ll be right there alongside you.” She had been reluctant to go against the cardinal and had only changed her mind after seeing how bravely Claudia resolved to stand against him. There was also the very real threat that Harland would dispose of her if she didn’t prove useful, but one’s willingness—or lack thereof—had a large impact on the efficiency of their work. Sylvester was glad for her change of heart.

“Once the discontent in Parte has completely subsided, Lord Bendin will face the consequences of his actions. We’ve already contacted his political rivals,” said Sylvester.

Nina sat up straighter, breaking out into a smile. “Oh, I can’t wait for that to happen!” She didn’t even bother trying to mask her joy.

As soon as the Bendins’ crimes were made public, Nina would be disqualified as a bridal candidate. Not that she particularly cared about that part.

“And we’ll finally be able to make preparations for our engagement party,” said Sylvester.

Sylvester’s actions ran so contrary to his words that Claudia couldn’t help but laugh. “‘Finally’? Why, you already sent the royal modiste to our estate the other day.” Her mirth coaxed a grin out of him.

When they had first laid out their plans, the intention was to have Nina spread propaganda to dissuade the people of Parte from war and have Lord Bendin brought to justice. Finally, after all of that was over, they would hold an engagement party.

In reality, all three things were happening at once, in part because it took a substantial amount of time both to lay the groundwork in Parte and to make all the preparations for the engagement party.

Their sudden romantic atmosphere had Nina shrugging with exasperation. “Glad to see you two are as close as ever.”

The sun was still high in the sky, so the room was quite bright. Sylvester could see every intricate feature of Claudia’s face as well as Nina’s, and it left him skeptical how Nina had ever managed to disguise herself as Claudia. They both had impeccable etiquette and carefully maintained figures, though. Even the loose, wavy texture of their hair was exactly alike. Yes, he could see that they had more in common than most people. But would he ever mistake one for the other? No. He was certain he wouldn’t.

Maybe at a considerable distance I might. Regardless, he couldn’t help wondering how anyone had thought Nina was Claudia.

***

The meeting with Nina had ended on a friendly note after that.

Sylvester must have been preoccupied thinking about Claudia’s smile the rest of the way to his father’s office; by the time he arrived, he wasn’t anywhere near as tense as usual. I can’t be too relaxed. He would still be meeting with the most powerful man in their country.

Harland’s ruler was the most exalted person in the kingdom. The people both feared and respected him. He alone carried the weight of responsibility for the entire nation. And when he was working, especially in his office, their familial ties were irrelevant.

Sylvester’s father always made a point of coming to breakfast no matter how busy he was. Where Sylvester had grown incredibly jaded and cynical, his father was tenderhearted and well rounded. As a father, anyway, he mentally corrected himself.

Regarding the earlier situation with Raul, the king had offered Sylvester emotional support—but as monarch, he’d demanded results that benefited Harland. The king appraised people on their merits rather than their status, and he was content to have Sylvester learn lessons the hard way to ensure the prince could stand on his own. If Sylvester didn’t meet his expectations, the king wouldn’t hesitate to revoke every last ounce of authority he possessed. Failure was not an option for a member of the royal family.

The king’s golden eyes, a trait common to all members of the royal family, were narrowed in a glare meant to cow all before him—even fellow family members. Much like the castle itself, Sylvester realized. It’s as if the castle is a reflection of the king.

The chamberlain announced his arrival, and after a few moments, the door to the office swung open. Sylvester stepped inside, taking a ninety-degree turn as he entered. The room was quaint compared to the audience chamber’s grand hall; it was nearly indistinguishable from any other room in the castle. The flags decorating the wall and the plush, high-quality red carpet that swallowed his shoes as he entered solidified that he really was in the king’s office.

The king sat ahead of Sylvester, sunlight pouring in from his back to create a blinding silhouette. His desk stood at an elevated position. As Sylvester drew closer to take his place before it, he had to crane his neck to look up at the king even as the ruler remained seated.

At the mature age of forty, the king had faint wrinkles beneath his hooded golden eyes. His hair, long enough to reach his collar when left untouched, was slicked back. Since he was on duty, his expression betrayed no emotion. People often told Sylvester he looked like his father, but he had inherited just as much from his mother, so he didn’t really see the resemblance.

The king pushed the paperwork he’d been tending to aside and stared hard at his son. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. “As I understand it, the situation in Parte has finally calmed down.”

“Yes. We should be able to hold the engagement ceremony as planned,” Sylvester responded. That was the main reason for this meeting, in fact.

Per tradition, he’d been forced to wait until graduation to officially announce his engagement. He had, however, suggested to parliament that they make it a more ostentatious affair than was standard to cement Claudia’s position domestically and internationally.

“You realize that there is a select group that still opposes the ceremony.”

Sylvester nodded. “I am aware of that, yes.”

The problem wasn’t the ceremony itself so much as the financial burden it would bring. Sylvester had tried to convince the dissenters it was necessary, but some were stubbornly standing their ground on the issue. The king had the final say on parliamentary matters, so for as long as he approved of the plan, they could proceed whether all members were on board. Yet one couldn’t survive in a world of power and political intrigue without respecting the consequences of too much brute force. Even if the monarch sat at the top of the hierarchy, that hierarchy wouldn’t exist without the aristocracy to support it.

“Then do what you must,” said the king.

“As you command.”

The real meaning beneath his father’s words was this: Don’t give those beneath you any room to quibble. Demand their respect.

In contrast to past royal engagement ceremonies, this one would require much more funding, but not so much that it merited an increase in taxes. Given the kingdom’s budget, it was an inconsequential amount.

Time to bring them to heel, then.

Although Sylvester was the crown prince, he was still an amateur in the political world. The aristocracy was constantly looking for an opportunity to leash him. He needed to show them who was the master and who was the pet.

But that can’t be his only trial for me.

The king always gave him difficult challenges to overcome. Experience told Sylvester that cowing the opposition wouldn’t be the only task on his list. And at that moment, as expected, a government official who had been silently standing by suddenly handed him some documents.

“Those documents detail a problem that has recently developed,” said the king.

Sylvester scanned them, comparing the information within to what he already knew. “This is about those villages where dissidents have been gathering, isn’t it?”

“Correct. If you cannot resolve this issue, even if you manage to see this engagement ceremony through, you will have a difficult reign in your future.” His eyes, golden like Sylvester’s, stared hard enough to bore a hole right through his son.

“There is no tranquility for us,” his father went on. “We are always balancing a mountain of problems. Show everyone your strength. No matter the situation, defeat is never an option. The future you dream of is something you must create yourself.”

“I will take your words to heart,” Sylvester promised.

When he was younger, his family had always protected him from any threat that appeared. Now that he was an adult, it was his turn to help protect his kin and country. The people needed faith in their protectors. That was why he had to prove himself—both to his family and to those outside it. He had to show them he had power. If he couldn’t, someone stronger would come to take his place. That would be the end of his family line, and such an end could only mean countless casualties, with nothing left in its wake.

Royalty had only one choice: to move forward. No matter what hurdles lay before them, they had to overcome them one way or another. That was Sylvester’s fate from the moment he came into this world, right here in this majestic castle. He wasn’t allowed to stop or to look back. He had to keep moving forward constantly. That creed might as well have been etched into his father’s golden eyes.

Sylvester would walk the same path as his father before him. He had no objections to the responsibilities of his birthright.

Chapter 2:
A Baron Glimpses a Young Tiger’s Teeth

IT WAS EVENING WHENthe summons came from the crown prince. Seeing all the other faces gathered in the meeting room, the baron had the sense there was a common theme among them, so he thought he could guess what this was about. All the men here were dressed in top-quality garments, glimmering gemstones on their fingers. Perhaps that wasn’t surprising for a room full of aristocrats, but even those in the upper crust came from a vast range of financial backgrounds—some were poor as commoners despite their noble status.

But not this lot, the baron thought to himself. The men present were some of the most prosperous of high society in recent memory. As he studied their faces, he realized they were also all men with great success in maritime trade.

Birds of a feather, eh?

It was easy to guess what they had in common, considering he too had struck a deal with the king of Bari’s younger brother. Raul had come to them with a request: he wanted them to delay the crown prince’s marriage. In return, they were offered trade priority and lowered tariffs within Bari’s waters. It was an irresistible deal for any businessman looking to turn a profit. That was likely why those with large territories or from long noble lineages weren’t included: the former in particular were too preoccupied with their domestic businesses.

Anyone with an ounce of foresight—really, anyone with a brain at all—would see how invaluable it was to receive preferential treatment in maritime trade. The deal was limited to Bari’s waters and had an expiration date, but it could open future opportunities for them. It could provide clients and connections that were ordinarily out of their reach.

The crown prince was probably here to prod them about their dissension now that the date of his engagement ceremony had been settled. The baron was one of a handful who had opposed the unprecedented cost of the affair, hoping to stall as much as he could.

I assume he intends to tell us to back down since we’ve made enough profit at this point.

Prior to Raul’s arrival at Harland’s academy to study abroad, the crown prince’s wedding was to be held once he graduated. As Claudia was so widely lauded for her upstanding character, that timeline had moved up considerably, thanks in large part to the groundwork Sylvester had laid with the rest of society’s upper echelons. But since their engagement hadn’t been made public, it left an opening for Raul to strike a deal with the baron and the rest of the men in this room. The resulting delay had merely pushed back the prince’s marriage to the traditional timeline, netting the baron and the others a nice profit in the process.

What they had done wasn’t severe enough to be considered treason, surely. No doubt some traditionalists would argue otherwise, but Harland would never have grown so prosperous if “treason” could be interpreted so broadly. The baron knew where to draw the line.

The crown prince sure is naive, though.

It was human nature to crave more after getting a taste of something, and that included profit. None of them would back down so easily. If the prince wanted them to fall in line with him, he had to offer something in return.

A glance around the other faces told the baron that everyone else agreed with him on this. And though he was only a low-ranking aristocrat, he’d held his seat in parliament for many years now.

He really is a political amateur if he thinks he can intimidate us.

The evening sunlight cast the shape of the window onto the long marble table in front of him. The farthest seat from the door, at the very end of the table, remained empty, waiting for the crown prince to fill it.

After a short while, the servant waiting outside the door announced Sylvester’s arrival. Given the nature of this meeting, everyone expected he’d wear a tight expression on his face from start to finish in his bid to intimidate them.

They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Everyone stood and bowed to show their respect. When they lifted their heads, they found Sylvester smiling warmly at them, as he always did. Those with decent intuition instantly had their guards up, realizing they’d misread him. The baron was among them.

What’s he planning? the baron wondered.

Sylvester settled into his seat, seemingly unbothered by the scrutiny of the other men in the room. The dwindling sunbeams hit his translucent silver hair, and his long lashes cast thin shadows on his cheeks. His beauty was bewitching. And when he tilted his head ever so slightly, his silver hair—dyed crimson by the sunlight—slid across his silky-smooth skin. It was easy to imagine the rippling muscles hidden beneath his shirt and jacket. The prince was tall and slender, but there was nothing androgynous about him. Yet he had an utterly sensual and alluring quality to him.

The baron found himself hit with an impulse to draw his tongue along that porcelain neck, much like one would trace their finger along the pure-white petal of a lily. He wanted to explore everything that lay tucked away and hidden beneath the prince’s collar.

There was an audible gulp in the room, as if many of the other men present had shared the same fantasy. All the baron knew was that it hadn’t come from him.

Calm down, he told himself. The prince is the same age as my son, for goodness’ sake.

The men here were of all different ages, but even the youngest were at least twice Sylvester’s years. What was wrong with them, letting a teenager get in their heads?

After a substantial silence, Sylvester finally parted his pink-tinged lips to say, “I suspect you gentlemen have already guessed why I have called all of you here. Moreover, I know exactly what it is you want.”

Hm? He’s already predicted our demands and is going to open with an offer? The baron was glad to see the crown prince didn’t intend to lean on his authority to pressure them. Still, it was a naive way for him to handle his opponents. An admirable thought, maybe, but poorly planned.

Does he really think we’ll roll over for a bit of coin? He was treating them like unruly children who could be pacified with a bit of candy. Even if he wasn’t being openly condescending, most of those in the room probably took it that way. These were aristocrats with seats in parliament. There was nothing they hated more than clumsy, uninspired attempts at political maneuvering. Only a commoner would be happy to be simply slapped with a wad of cash. Not an aristocrat, though. Aristocrats had pride.

Perhaps the crown prince had hoped to settle this peacefully, but no adult appreciated being infantilized. Well, some of them might have such interests in the bedroom, but that was really none of the baron’s business.

The king had given his son more and more administrative work over time, but if this was any indication, the prince still lacked experience. Maybe he was just that desperate to ensure his engagement ceremony went through smoothly.

I guess we’ll have to give him some much-needed education.

All of them—baron included—regarded the crown prince with more than a little contempt until they were each passed a copy of a document.

“Where did you get this?!” came discordant cries from all over the room.

A chill ran down the baron’s spine. The document had his name, as well as the exact date and place where he’d met Raul and agreed to his proposal. It even had the precise percentage of tariff reduction he’d received from the deal. He knows everything!

His stomach twisted. This was confidential information that only Raul and his close confidants should’ve had. The only explanation was that the crown prince had slipped a spy into Raul’s inner circle. But even with an insider, could he really have come up with information on every single one of them? For the first time, the baron realized the crown prince was far more formidable than any of them had given him credit for.

Throughout the ordeal, Sylvester’s warm smile never faltered once. “There should be a date on that paper. I noticed that something significant changed on that day for each one of you. Your actions made ripples that severely damaged our national interests.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” said one of the men.

If Sylvester was referring to the delay of his marriage until after graduation, the accusation was grossly exaggerated.

“Can you not put it together yourselves? If everything had gone the way I planned it,” said Sylvester, “then my engagement would have been announced much sooner.” But he’d been prevented from doing that. “And if it had been, we never would have had to appease Parte by considering a foreign woman for a bridal candidate.”

He was obviously referring to Niamilia Bendin, whose father had sent her to Harland in hopes of marrying into a political alliance.

“Please, wait just a moment. Wasn’t that a blessing? Having Lady Niamilia as a bridal candidate helped calm the people of Parte,” said one of the other dissidents.

Exactly, thought the baron. If he’d already been engaged, we’d have had no way of appeasing them.

“A blessing? Really? You all know that was only a temporary measure until we found a long-term solution. Are you in alliance with their delegation—with the marquess Lord Sasriel, who betrayed our nation? Did you want Lady Niamilia as your crown princess?”

For his treasonous acts, Lord Sasriel and his entire family had been executed. The baron and his fellows had only sought to delay the crown prince’s wedding a bit; they could hardly be lumped in with the likes of Lord Sasriel. Yet he found his hand trembling as he gripped the document of unflattering details. This was evidence that he and the others had collaborated with a foreign power—with foreign royalty, no less.

Calm down. This isn’t enough for the royal family to have us purged. If every aristocrat were to be punished for their greed, society would fall apart. Harland would have no noble families left.

“You’re the ones who gave the Bendins an opening,” Sylvester went on. “Surely you know by now that Parte is punishing them for their indiscretions.”

The Bendins had been complicit in the ploy to stoke hostility among the populace in Parte. With war on the table, Lord Bendin had assumed he could coerce Harland into an engagement between his daughter and the crown prince. As soon as this was made public in Harland, Lady Niamilia had been disqualified from being a bridal candidate. Accordingly, Parte’s lingering anger soon shifted entirely toward Lord Bendin.

“Surely you noble men, with your esteemed intelligence, have at least some idea of how the incident with Parte damaged our nation.” Sylvester smiled at them. “I don’t expect you to be as thorough as I was with the information in the provided documents, but even so, you should understand where I’m coming from.”

The baron’s mouth went dry. There was a painful prickling in his throat, but he didn’t reach for the cup of water set in front of him by the servant. Did I misjudge the consequences? No. No, at the time, there was no way I could have known what the Bendins would do.

No one could have known. That was why they had agreed so readily to the deal Raul had offered them. If the baron abandoned all pretense of pride and admitted his lack of foresight—claimed he’d been unwise and inept—then even Sylvester couldn’t reprimand him, right? Besides, it wasn’t like he meant for this to happen. Sylvester had no proof he’d been involved with the conspiracy or collaborated with Parte.

Then again, he had already betrayed his country once by taking the deal with Raul. How would Sylvester treat someone he couldn’t trust? The baron nervously lifted his gaze. There was a dark, eerie light in the prince’s golden eyes.

“I’m sure you would all insist you had no hand in what happened with Parte,” said Sylvester. “I have no way of knowing whether that’s true. Given that the documents you have in your hands are enough evidence of your collusion with a foreign power, I will have to request an investigation to determine your innocence.” The way he looked at them was like a predator staring down its prey.

“A-an investigation? What sort of investigation?” someone asked.

“I wonder,” Sylvester mused, ignoring the question, “what the other aristocrats in parliament would want from you.”

The more financial success one enjoyed, the more it was envied. Even if the men in this room weren’t charged with treason for what they’d done, the situation would be the perfect opportunity for their adversaries to swoop in. If they were accused by other members of parliament, and an investigation was opened into their finances, it could mean dire consequences.

I wonder if anyone in this room is actually paying all their taxes.

Every man in the room with him was greedy. They must’ve had a few financial secrets they wanted to keep hidden. There was no guarantee this potential investigation would be as lenient as other recent audits.

Blood drained from the men’s faces as the full implications of Sylvester’s words settled in.

“What’s the matter?” the crown prince asked. “None of you care to take a guess?” There was nothing remotely naive about him. Earlier, he’d intentionally made himself seem inexperienced to lull them into a false sense of security. The tense, oppressive air in the room was proof of how effective his little plan had been.

Seeing that no one had anything to offer, Sylvester grunted and nodded. “Clearly you have no idea what the others in parliament might want. Well, let’s not mention it to them just yet.”

“Huh?”

The baron’s mind went blank. He couldn’t process what the prince was saying. No sooner had he shown his trump card than he stowed it away again.

“By the way,” said Sylvester, “I assume you’re aware of how much this engagement ceremony is going to cost, yes? You were the ones complaining about it.”

It was hard to understand where he was going with this.

“Thankfully, some noble families have already made donations to the occasion. The generous amount Lord Savile and Lord Roger in particular have offered is quite substantial.”

The baron’s intuition told him this was a hint: Sylvester would refrain from having them investigated, provided they contributed financially to his engagement ceremony. But the two men he’d mentioned sent a shock wave through the crowd, for they had also made complaints about the ceremony. Their daughters were said to be close friends of Lady Claudia, but there was no telling how genuine those relationships were. High-society women were just as merciless and calculating as high-society men. As fellow bridal candidates, it would make sense for them and their families to try to delay the engagement announcement. What didn’t make sense was them suddenly welcoming the union and celebrating it.

While the baron was busy frowning in consternation, unable to believe this bit of news, Sylvester decided to make his demands more explicit. “I hope all of you will contribute as well.”

“Why, of course we will!” the men said immediately.

How could they refuse, especially if this meant no further trouble for them? The bigger question was how much they needed to donate. If it was too little, they risked offending the prince.

While the rest of the room calculated how much to sacrifice, the baron glanced up at the prince. When their eyes met, he shuddered.

The sun had set at some point. Only darkness lay beyond the window at the crown prince’s back. Candles had been lit throughout the room to keep it bright enough for the meeting. All the while, those golden eyes watched them carefully. Sylvester’s smile was no less warm and inviting than it had been when he first entered. There should have been nothing intimidating about that, yet the baron’s hands trembled uncontrollably. His mind wandered back to the half-crumpled paper pinched between his fingers.

Would an investigation even be necessary? If the prince already had this much information on them, surely he was capable of digging into their individual finances as well. Right then, he remembered what the prince had said earlier that changed the whole atmosphere of the room: “There should be a date on that paper. I noticed that something significant changed on that day for each one of you.”

When the baron swallowed, it was like there was a rock in his throat.

He knows. He already investigated us before this meeting. And his condition for keeping his silence was for them to fund his ceremony. He wanted their money—the entirety of the profits from their deal with Raul. In return, he’s promising to let this slide.

Several colorful curses ran through the baron’s head. You’ve gotta be kidding me, you damn tyrant! But even he knew that sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good—or in this case, self-preservation. Compared to the losses he could suffer if all his financial information came to light, this was a small price to pay.

Chapter 3:
The Villainess Attends Her Graduation Party

DESPITE THE WINTRY CHILL, this year’s graduation party had imbued the palace’s grand ballroom with a feverish heat. Underclassmen were also welcome to attend, lending to the fervor in the room. It was a much different sort of event than the lavish parties high lords attended.

Plaster decorations adorned the high ceiling, from which hung a grandiose chandelier. Elaborate reliefs were carved into the pillars. The venue looked much the same as it did during its fancier events, but the atmosphere was a complete departure. Perhaps this was because all the attendees were teenagers and the orchestra was playing livelier, more playful music. Cheerful voices filled the air, with smiling faces everywhere. Even the occasional tears somehow made the place seem more vibrant.

“Big Sis, I’m going to miss you sooo much!” a girl sobbed to her friend.

“All this means is we won’t see each other at the academy anymore.”

It was typical of the underclassmen to cling to their upperclassmen at graduation parties.

Charlotte, with her pink hair and candy-colored eyes, continued to cry.

“Come now, your eyes will be all swollen,” Claudia told her as she gently dabbed away Charlotte’s tears with a handkerchief. But her kindness only added more fuel to the fire.

As much as Claudia worried over Charlotte, Charlotte’s tears warmed her heart. It was nice to know that someone loved her enough to cry over her. And she knew those tears were genuine, which made her even more honored to receive them.

There was another reason to be sentimental about this occasion; if Claudia wasn’t careful, her eyes might mist over too. Today Charlotte was wearing a vibrant yellow dress, the color of a fresh lemon. This one wasn’t designed to hide her chest like all the others, however. Charlotte had long held a complex about any conforming design: they all emphasized her voluptuous chest. Since it was winter, her dress had a less revealing collar line, but she wasn’t trying to bind her breasts to look smaller anymore. It probably helped that the only people at this graduation party were those she already knew, so there was no need for her to fret about being ogled. Either way, it was proof she was slowly overcoming her insecurities.

“Enough already,” Louise grumbled with a raised brow. “Get a hold of yourself. Do you intend to ruin Dee’s dress with your tears?” She held her holding fan over her mouth as she spoke. For all her complaints, her voice held genuine concern.

“Big Sis Louise!” Charlotte wailed. She launched herself at Louise, knowing that Louise was only trying to comfort her.

“My goodness. What are we going to do with you?” Louise huffed, but she made no move to peel Charlotte off. She was wearing a pastel-purple dress, reminiscent of a wisteria, with white gloves. White fur was sewed into the hem of her skirt, which billowed with even the smallest of movements.

Now that she was free of Charlotte’s iron grip, Claudia cast her gaze around the hall. She saw many a fellow graduate comforting their underclassmen. I was in Charlotte’s position when I attended my elder brother’s graduation party, and now I’m in his shoes. It’s such a strange feeling.

And well before that, during her previous timeline, she had been condemned during her brother’s graduation party. That incident included, she had attended a total of four graduation parties now. Students weren’t allowed to repeat years at the academy, so it was a rather unusual number. Perhaps that was why she felt a bit unmoored.

But more than anything, this is a celebration of new beginnings. That was especially true for her and why she was so calm about it all. Difficult didn’t begin to describe what her first year had been like. Every day she had been forced to face new problems. But despite how trying the experience had been, she’d enjoyed how different life at the academy was from life in her family’s estate and high society. It helped that the students were advised to leave their status and political affiliation at the door. She could form friendships with people she never would have otherwise.

All this means is we won’t be able to see each other at the academy anymore. She mentally repeated the same words she had said to Charlotte earlier, though she knew there were some people in her life for whom that wouldn’t be true.

No sooner had his face appeared in the back of her mind than she caught a glimpse of him in her periphery.

“Ah, it’s so much warmer over here than everywhere else,” said the man in question. “That must be why the spring flowers are beginning to bloom.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you as well, Prince Raul,” said Claudia.

He must have finished greeting everyone else before coming over. By “spring flowers,” he was referring to her attire, which had been designed to evoke spring blossoms. Her gown wasn’t one simple color but a chic combination of yellow, brown, and gray to match the seasonal trends.

Raul was clad in the formal dress of his homeland. His forest-green tunic paired well with his wavy, dark-brown hair. Lestea stood next to him, also in men’s attire, with a beautiful smile plastered on her face.

“This is where we first met,” Raul remarked fondly. “I remember being shocked when you correctly guessed Lestea’s gender.”

Claudia nodded. I was shocked during our first meeting too, though for an entirely different reason. Raul had been a client of hers during her brothel days and had offered to pay for her freedom.

“You invited me to dance with you after that,” she recalled.

“I did, even though I’d always hated dancing.”

She already knew how much Raul disliked women and had been careful to maintain as much distance as possible during their dance. He seemed to have appreciated that greatly.

Raul smoothly lowered his head in front of her and asked, “Would you honor me with one now?”

Claudia had already danced with Sylvester, who was currently busy making the rounds and greeting people. When she caught his eye, he mouthed that she could turn Raul down, but she couldn’t possibly refuse a friend. She pressed her hand into Raul’s outstretched palm, and he led her out to an open spot on the dance floor. They each took their position and, as a new song carried through the air, their bodies moved to it instinctively.

“You were probably special to me from that moment on,” Raul said. “I’ve been wanting to dance with you again ever since.”

“I never realized.”

If they hadn’t been busy dancing, she might have blushed. Fortunately, all the movement helped mask any heat that would have otherwise gathered in her face. With the history they shared in her brothel days—history that only she remembered—their reunion had been one surprise after another. It sent a chill through me when Syl asked whether I’d met him before. Raul had no way of knowing any of that, though.

Their steps were light and airy as they continued the number, talking all the while.

“The moment I realized you’d captured my heart was when I attended that tea party you were hosting.” With a laugh, Raul added, “No one has ever cared for my comfort as you did. Your compassion struck me to my core.”

“I’m glad it meant so much to you.”

“You always give me what I desire most, from your compassionate gestures to the words I need to hear. Each time, I find myself wondering: what can I do to return the favor?” Aside from harboring his love for her, that is.

Their eyes met, the bitter chocolate of his own carrying that rare sweetness to them. You have always cared about me so deeply, Claudia thought. That was true now, and it had been true during her brothel days. There was no need for Raul to return anything to her. She couldn’t give him what he wanted most of all: her heart.

“I love you, Claudia. Though I’m sure you must be tired of hearing that by now.”

Claudia smiled at him. “I appreciate your feelings.” There was nothing else she could say. Nothing else she could do. She had to fight to keep the sadness from showing on her face. Raul gave no indication that he’d noticed any change in her expression.

“I’ll always be waiting for you,” he said.

And with those words, their dance ended.

Once the graduation ceremony was over, the next event awaiting Claudia would be her engagement ceremony. Raul had likely already heard about it, but he hadn’t mentioned it at all.

Lestea swooped in the second the song finished. “Might I have the privilege of a dance with you as well, my liege?” she asked reverently.

“You’re as incorrigible as ever,” Claudia said.

Lestea was ever the handsome woman in men’s clothing. Claudia never could’ve imagined having such a person in her close circle.

The sands of time were unceasing, sweeping Claudia down a new and unexplored path. It had already been four years since she reawakened as her younger self.

Chapter 4:
The Crown Prince and the King’s Younger Brother Exchange Glares

LATER THAT NIGHT, Raul remained in the royal castle rather than returning to his quarters at the embassy. Sylvester had invited him to stay and drink.

This wasn’t the first time Raul had been invited to Sylvester’s private quarters, but he’d never set foot in here at night. Sylvester’s room was enormous. The only candles sat at the center of it, casting shadows on the table, sofa, and armchair.

Sylvester was already seated in the armchair, leaving Raul a seat diagonal to it. The crown prince set down two glass snifters and poured an amber liquid into them. Hors d’oeuvres were provided on the table in front of them. Orange candlelight lapped at the two men and their glasses.

“I didn’t expect you to invite me for a drink. I’m so humbled by the honor I could cry,” Raul said sarcastically.

“I figured it was as good an opportunity as any to put you in your place,” Sylvester shot back.

They lifted their glasses, clinking them together.

“You’ve already done that,” Raul said. “I heard you summoned all of the aristocrats who opposed your ceremony.”

“If someone hadn’t stuck their nose where it didn’t belong, I wouldn’t have had to.”

Raul ignored the comment. “How did you convince Lord Savile and Lord Roger to donate?” he asked. He had his suspicions, but it seemed a decent enough topic to broach.

“That was easy. Better for them to make an ally of the future crown princess than an enemy.”

Raul nodded. “And with how close their daughters are to Claudia, it probably seemed like the reasonable choice.”

There would have been more resistance from the two families if their daughters’ relationships with Claudia had only been for the sake of appearances, but both Charlotte and Louise genuinely adored her. Both houses likely thought it would be more beneficial in the long run to acquiesce quickly. All parties had already agreed to the engagement; there was no changing it. Besides, Claudia’s many accomplishments would have erased any remaining doubt. She was a role model with her good comportment, but on top of that, her actions had benefited Harland greatly during the tensions between the church and Arakaner. That wasn’t something even a seasoned lord could easily accomplish, much less a lady her age.

“What about the remaining opposition? The ones I didn’t buy off,” Raul said. “I’m sure there were some.”

“You of all people should understand how difficult it is to earn unanimous support for anything.”

“Yeah, that’s usually impossible.”

Aristocrats had their own ties, obligations, and motives. Parliament had been split on the matter of whether to accept Niamilia as a bridal candidate. It was nearly unheard of to have complete and total support on any policy or decision.

“But,” Raul said with a grin, “you made it happen, didn’t you?” He knew Sylvester well enough to be confident that the man would go to any lengths for Claudia.

“I’ll leave that to your imagination.”

“So you won’t reveal your hand, hm?”

It was typical for the two of them to try to work out what and how much information the other had.

I doubt I’ll get any intel out of the aristocrats I bought off, Raul thought. He couldn’t really expect otherwise. Sylvester had essentially stripped away all the trade deals those aristocrats had received and the profits along with them. And what man would openly admit he’d been outsmarted by someone half his age?

However Sylvester did it, he must have humiliated them. It made no difference to him if they’d decided to fall in line.

As Raul suspected, Sylvester had negotiated with the remaining dissenters. Their only objection to the ceremony had been the substantial cost. Once Sylvester had secured donations from the men with whom Raul had bargained, he could guarantee the ceremony wouldn’t cost the royal coffers any more than past engagements. With that, there was no longer a legitimate reason to oppose the ceremony. Everything resolved quite smoothly.

When Nigel’s corrupt actions had come to light, Harland had bargained for rights to process sugar. Now those rights were in the hands of the royal family. This played a big part in parliament’s willingness to accept the engagement; more and more lords were trying to curry Harland’s favor—though had there been further grounds to complain, surely some would have done so.

But in the end, Sylvester thought, Claudia’s quick wit and impeccable character helped make it an easy choice for everyone. Everything she’d accomplished had greatly encouraged the people to accept her. She’s perfect. His lips stretched into a smile unbidden.

Raul, meanwhile, was frowning. “If you’re not watching the rug, you’ll get it pulled out from under you.”

“No need to worry. I’m ever vigilant,” said Sylvester.

His father had still given him another hurdle to clear. He wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy their engagement ceremony until he’d tied up all loose ends. But he was under no obligation to tell Raul about that.

“Our ceremony will be a lavish event with no complications.” Sylvester motioned to Raul with the glass in his hand. “It’s high time you accepted reality.”

“It’s only an engagement ceremony. Not a wedding.”

“Raul.” Sylvester glared at him. You never used to be this obstinate. I guess meeting Dia changed you.

Raul’s bitter-chocolate eyes glowered right back. “I’m not in denial about her feelings for you. But doesn’t she deserve an escape if she needs one?”

“And for your own peace of mind?”

Raul shrugged. “I won’t deny that either. Just…don’t tie her down too much.”

“What are you implying?” Sylvester demanded.

“All I’m saying is that everyone should have plenty of choices available to them. You have a habit of penning them into the choice you want.”

Sylvester knew Raul was right about that. His style of negotiation was to make people think they had a variety of options when there was only one real choice. This was especially true with the woman he loved. He wanted Claudia’s attention solely on him. She doesn’t need to look at anyone else. He desperately hoped she wouldn’t. The passion he felt for her was a powerful inferno that scorched even his own heart.

The flames of the candles danced, drawing long shadows on their faces. Raul was a gentleman. His words made that apparent. But…

“Your concern is misplaced. No one could tie Dia down even if they wanted to,” said Sylvester.

Claudia wasn’t the same woman she had been in her first year at the academy, when she was haunted by Fermina. She had overcome her trauma. Even if he did try to limit her options, knowing Claudia, she would find a new path he’d never even imagined. Her blue eyes shone with an unparalleled strength of will.

“She doesn’t need your help,” Sylvester added.

“Maybe not.” Raul’s eyes lowered, his lashes casting long shadows across his cheeks. He swirled the spirit in his glass. “But I can’t just do nothing. You understand, don’t you? I want her to know I’m there for her.”

Sylvester understood indeed. He wanted Claudia to turn to him if she ever needed help. He wanted to be special to her. Anyone who loved someone would feel the same. “Who could have guessed that the two of us could feel this way about another person?”

Raul laughed. “Hear, hear.” Before he met Claudia, Raul hadn’t wanted to be with anyone. He still didn’t particularly like women much.

“Curious how so much can change.”

And all because of one person. No matter how either of them tried, they would never be a match for her.

The hours passed as the two chatted about the woman they’d both fallen in love with.

Chapter 5:
The Crown Prince Chats with the Knight Captain’s Son

“GOOD MORNING!” Tristan stopped short and blinked. “Huh. You’re usually ready by now.”

“I don’t see any reason why I need to be presentable for someone like you,” Sylvester quipped. He was still in his pajamas, with a robe pulled over them. He had a lingering hangover from his night of drinking with Raul and couldn’t find the energy to move.

“Ouch. Haven’t you ever considered that good manners maintain a friendship?” Tristan gave Sylvester a hurt look, then immediately ruined it by breaking out in a grin. He knew what a night of excessive drinking looked like. He plopped down on the sofa Raul had been sitting on the night before. The food and snifters were gone, replaced with a breakfast spread.

While Sylvester sobered up, he addressed the next issue on their agenda before they were set to head out. “No one opposes the engagement ceremony anymore. We just need to wrap things up.”

“Oh, you’re talking about the villages where the dissidents are gathering, right?” Tristan asked. “The ones peppered across various territories.”

“We only know of two villages for certain: one on the outskirts of the capital and another in the south. But that’s because we haven’t been able to fully investigate potential locations in other territories.”

The regional lords maintained tight control of their domains. Thus, the royal family couldn’t override their authority without risking their anger and losing access to the truth. They were kept from getting too involved.

“Regardless,” Sylvester went on, “His Majesty believes we should nip this in the bud for the sake of our future.” He agreed with his father on that. It was important to prevent problems where possible; much better to intervene early than regret one’s inaction afterward.

“It’s important that we find out how intent the villagers are on total isolation,” said Tristan.

Sylvester nodded. “Indeed. They try to live entirely on what they can produce, proclaiming themselves an independent utopia. The church hasn’t bothered interfering since they’re monotheists. For the moment, they’re still paying all their taxes, so we have no real grounds for complaint.”

Having to give their money to the state galled the villagers. The only reason they paid their taxes was to avoid audits. In fact, some of these villages had only been discovered recently.

“Do you think they’ve existed in this fashion for a long time without us knowing?” Tristan asked curiously.

“I have no idea,” Sylvester admitted. “We’ve only just begun looking into them. From the two we have identified, we can assume any others would exist along territorial borders, where it would be difficult for the local lord to discover them. The most pressing concern regarding these villages is that Cardinal Nigel had contact with them.”

Tristan’s brows knitted. He knew all too well how much of an adversary the cardinal was. “Just how much of a meddler can one person be?”

“Enough to have manipulated the Bendins from his confinement.”

After Nina handed over all the information she had on the cardinal’s movements, the crown had compared that intel with any unresolved domestic disputes, which had pointed them in the right direction. Fortunately, Nina had been the one to reveal the location of the village in the south. Rose Garden (formerly Dragoon) was the syndicate responsible for sniffing out the other villages outside the capital. They had a bone to pick with the cardinal, so they’d been eager to share their findings.

“Worse yet, we still don’t have evidence of their crimes,” Sylvester said.

From the outside, the villages looked perfectly peaceful and normal. Whatever the villagers were up to, they were camouflaging it well. The crown couldn’t order a large-scale investigation without justification, and they hadn’t found anything to suggest the villages were even connected to one another, let alone anyone else. Given the scale of Nigel’s operations in Harland, they couldn’t confidently say that the two villages they had found were the only ones involved. If they were careless enough to antagonize the rest, they had no way to predict the extent of the backlash.

“Are you sure they’re up to something?” Tristan asked.

The villagers were free to follow their own beliefs, no matter how peculiar they were, as long as they didn’t harm others.

“Yes,” Sylvester said grimly. “It seems they’ve been kidnapping people.”

“What?! That’s a huge problem!”

“It would be if we had any proof.”

The abductions were limited to common civilians, and no missing person reports had been filed. One day, out of nowhere, there would be new people living in these secluded villages, only for them to quickly disappear afterward. It was possible they had just moved away, but something about it was suspicious.

According to the investigator they had on the case—who stopped by the village once a month masquerading as a traveling merchant—the time between these people’s arrivals and departures was quite short. Villagers who were there during his previous visit would be gone by the next. There were even cases of whole families moving to the village together and only one person later disappearing. The villagers always had some excuse ready whenever the investigator tried to ask them about it. None of them were believable. In the report Sylvester had read, the investigator expressed feeling unsettled by the whole thing. They’d wanted to continue the investigation, but the village had refused a third visit.

“We don’t have the opportunity to enter the village directly anymore,” said Sylvester. “Fortunately, we’ve been able to pin down their movements more recently.”

That was probably due to Cardinal Nigel being driven out of the country. Whatever operation the village had been running was beginning to show cracks.

“We thought the villagers’ livelihood consisted of farming and hunting, but now we know they’ve been creating medicine.”

A wrinkle formed on Tristan’s brow. “Medicine?”

“An analgesic. We found out they were selling it to the nearby town’s apothecary.”

Aristocrats had their own personal doctors. Commoners did not. If they came down with an ailment, they usually bought a concoction from the local apothecary.

“Um…” Tristan rubbed his forehead. “Wasn’t the whole point for them to have no involvement with people outside their village?”

They could hardly call themselves self-sufficient while maintaining a steady stream of outside commerce.

“They obviously have some need for money, whether to make their tax payments or for tribute to the cardinal. Per the apothecary’s statement, it’s a quality analgesic. Much better than the concoction that gets sold downtown in the capital, and they haven’t had any complaints from the customers.”

“Hmm. Based on that, it doesn’t seem like these villages are full of dissidents after all.”

“But there’s still something mysterious about it all. Look at this.” Sylvester gave a document he’d been holding to Tristan. It contained a rough sketch of a person’s face.

“A detective, huh?” Tristan studied the drawing for a moment. “He’s a rugged fellow.”

“He’s got the body to match, from what I hear. Seems he’s the one who’s been looking into these villages.”

Tristan’s face pinched. “Hold on. Isn’t a detective supposed to investigate people? Does that mean he tracked someone to the village? Maybe he’s after one of the missing persons?”

“That’s possible,” Sylvester agreed. “Some people aren’t content to leave things to the local authorities when a loved one goes missing, and they’ll hire a detective. Regardless, since he’s snooping around the village too, we can’t simply ignore him. A missive has come in from the investigator I had tailing him.” Partly because Sylvester thought it might provide clues about what was happening in the village as well.

Tristan nodded thoughtfully. “I get you. I assume you mentioned this to me because you have the answers you were looking for.”

“Not quite,” said Sylvester. “We still don’t know what his investigation is about, but we were able to trace his movements. Over the past year, he’s changed his lodgings constantly.” He picked up another document and passed it to Tristan. It was the report of everywhere the detective had stayed and approximately how long he’d stayed there.

“I don’t get it,” Tristan said. “What does this mean? If his target is in the village, wouldn’t he stay somewhere nearby?”

“It’s possible he was tracking a missing person, but even so, the pattern doesn’t make much sense.”

Tristan scanned the page. “He went east, then west, then down south. From there, up north and then back south again.”

“Our investigator only discovered the man when he went south. It doesn’t make sense for him to be following someone, not when he traveled straight to his destination each time. It’s like he already knew where he was going, not tracking someone. It’s also odd to me that a detective would cross multiple territorial lines over the course of his investigation.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess when you think about it, that’s a long distance to travel for a job.” Tristan skimmed the document again. He was used to traveling across borders while accompanying Sylvester. They’d sent their own investigator to the south, after all; that was why it hadn’t initially struck him as strange that the detective was moving all over the place. But Tristan couldn’t compare a civilian detective with the crown prince who had the entire nation’s future resting on his shoulders.

“Whoever the detective’s client is must have quite the fortune,” said Sylvester.

Traveling such distances and changing lodgings so frequently would cost a substantial amount. It wasn’t the sort of cash a civilian would have readily available. Which means they’re either a merchant or an aristocrat.

“Assuming the detective was following someone, though, this would suggest that the target was crossing borders too, right?”

“Correct. I suppose if his target was a traveling merchant, the detective’s movements would make more sense.” Sylvester nodded to himself. Talking with Tristan was helping him put the pieces together. Could it be a traveling merchant who bought analgesics from the village and was distributing them? It could even be something else they were peddling, like crops. Unlikely, however, since those could be purchased anywhere, not just at these secluded villages. A detective wouldn’t be involved in this if that were the case. “Either way, I think we’ll need to speak to this detective to be sure.”

“True. Whatever the guy’s reason is, he’s obviously looking into the village.”

“I wonder if this is coincidence or something more.” Had the detective merely stumbled upon the village? Or was the village itself the target of his investigation? “Let’s just hope he’s willing to give us answers without a fight.”

Tristan gave his friend a tight smile. A detective was forbidden from sharing the names of his clients or the details of his work. He’d be even more inclined to keep his lips sealed if his client was as wealthy as Sylvester suspected.

“It’ll really complicate things if it’s an aristocrat who hired him,” said Tristan.

Sylvester already had to be discreet with his investigations into other lords’ territories. The last thing he or Tristan wanted was for an aristocrat to find out and get in their way.

Chapter 6:
The Villainess Has a Meeting with the Prince

IT WAS A BRILLIANT EARLY AFTERNOON. Gentle beams of sunlight reached into a comfortably warm room. It was here that Claudia sat beside her beloved on a sofa. The mood between them was more relaxed than romantic. Their knees bumped; she was tempted to lean her head against his shoulder and close her eyes, but she had to resist.

I can’t, Claudia reminded herself. He made time for me even though he must be terribly busy.

Paperwork was crammed on the coffee table in front of them, all of it for their engagement ceremony. After navigating the twists and turns of parliamentary complaints, what was supposed to be an early engagement had been pushed back to a more typical timeline. With Sylvester intent on making it a lavish affair, there was substantial preparation involved.

“I made most of the choices for the ceremony myself. I hope you don’t mind,” she said.

“I don’t,” Sylvester assured her. “But I’m sorry for leaving so much on your shoulders.”

He was preoccupied with something else, so Claudia had taken over all planning for the ceremony. She wasn’t as familiar with the royal traditions, so she’d asked to confirm some things. The royal family had sent an adviser to assist her, but she’d wanted Sylvester’s opinion too. It was their ceremony, after all. I wonder if that’s selfish of me.

Sylvester rarely let his exhaustion show, but today she saw it plain on his face. Shadows haunted his features. If he had the free time to meet with her, perhaps he should have spent it resting.

“Can you not relax a little?” Claudia asked.

Sylvester stroked his chin, cocking his head to the side. “Hm? Is it that obvious?” Their eyes met, and his golden ones crinkled with the smile that played across his lips. “Perhaps it’s because I’m always relaxed with you. But it’s fine, Dee. It isn’t as bad as it probably looks.” Then he added, “I want to be involved with these preparations too. This is my opportunity to declare to everyone that you belong to me.”

“And this is my opportunity to stake my claim on you,” Claudia returned in kind. The passion in his gaze set her cheeks aflame. The embarrassment that followed threatened to swallow them in silence. Her mind reeled with a desperation to come up with something—anything—to say.

Everything was so calm and peaceful a moment ago, then he has to say something that makes me self-conscious!

The backs of his fingers tickled her cheek, his index finger sweeping lightly across her bottom lip. Then he dropped his hand to hers, lifting it so he could press a chaste kiss to the back of it.

“My blood, my bones, all of it is yours. It’s only a shame this isn’t our wedding instead,” said Sylvester.

“It will be the day of our wedding ceremony before we know it.”

If the engagement ceremony was to be opulent, the wedding was bound to eclipse it. Weddings were always grand affairs, and Sylvester would ensure theirs was the greatest Harland had ever seen. That was a scary thought—her days were already packed with all the preparations for their engagement ceremony. She could only imagine how much worse it would be for the wedding itself. She was doing her best not to think about it.

“It’s a boon, at least, that we could begin preparations earlier than in generations prior, since the royal family is already satisfied with my qualifications,” said Claudia.

Lord Savile and Lord Roger had even donated as a show of support. No one questioned that Claudia was the most suitable, even if not everyone was pleased about it.

“As exciting as this is, we don’t even have time to breathe,” said Sylvester.

“True, but at least the situation with Parte Kingdom ended without incident.” And with it, the tension in Harland had largely dissipated. The potential for war had weighed greatly on her mind, so with that out of the way, she could focus all her attention on the preparations for the ceremony.

“Though I hear people are bombarding you constantly,” he said.

“Yes, well, I am getting even more invitations than before.” Everyone wanted an opportunity to get close to the future crown princess. This was especially true for the aristocratic faction, which had lost its figurehead with the fall of the Lloyds. Desperate for the backing of a great house, some of them were doing whatever they could to make connections with any of the Lindsays, not just Claudia.

“I see where they’re coming from,” said Sylvester, “but I would prefer they not make too much fuss. It’ll only cause me more trouble.” He hunched over the table. “Now then, why don’t we address your concerns about the ceremony?”

“Of course. This part here…”

The two began going over the documents, discussing each one she had earmarked for his perusal. This wasn’t the first time they had attended to paperwork together, but she found herself smiling. Perhaps it was because this time, it was about their shared future.

He has a bad habit of trying to show me off at every opportunity he gets, Claudia thought. If he couldn’t hide her from prying eyes, then he might as well flaunt her. There were several times she had to interject and remind him of the importance of discretion, though that proved to be its own entertainment. He had strong opinions and little hesitation, which helped them address each matter promptly.

“I think you could stand to be more demanding,” said Sylvester.

“I could say the same to you,” she quipped with a smile. “Or have you forgotten that you are the crown prince of our kingdom?”

While she was collecting the documents that had been spread across the table, a servant brought them fresh cups of tea. The relaxing scent drained all the tension from her shoulders.

“I don’t want to move from this sofa,” Sylvester said as he leaned back.

“You should take it easy for as long as time permits.” Claudia knew he was investigating a village of people intent on isolating themselves. She was also aware this was a challenge from the king. She’d also been concerned from the moment she heard Nigel was involved, but Sylvester had asked her to focus on the ceremony preparations. She couldn’t say no to that. He’d at least been kind enough to make sure she was up to date on the investigation’s progress.

When she reached over to stroke his back, Sylvester leaned toward her. Looks like he’s the one leaning his head on my shoulder this time. Their roles had been reversed. Her smile widened; she was glad that he shared the desire to rest and relax in her presence. As his head lolled against her, she combed her fingers through the long strands of his silver hair. If this was how she could support him, nothing would make her happier.

Their engagement had been unofficial for so long. At last, they would be able to announce it to the rest of the world. Words Tristan had once spoken echoed in her mind: he’d said that while he could protect Sylvester with his sword, he could not protect Sylvester’s heart. That was something only Claudia could do. An obvious sentiment, maybe; of course there were things only select people could do. But when Sylvester had told her about Tristan’s remark, Claudia was overcome with emotion. Upon hearing it, she knew she had Tristan’s approval.

Tristan acted like his skill with the sword was all he had, but he was still Sylvester’s childhood friend and knew him well. It had really meant something for him to say he felt she could provide Sylvester emotional support; she’d been so happy that heat began to build in her eyes, her tears threatening to spill. She only hoped that she could live up to those expectations, that she could be a pillar of support for both Sylvester and the people of Harland.

Sylvester’s lids slid shut, hiding his golden eyes. His beautiful silver lashes cast long shadows across his porcelain skin.

Claudia wanted to help bear his burden. No, it’s not just that I want to—I will do it. That determination swelled in her chest, a heat that spread all the way to her very fingertips. She would manifest what she wanted rather than praying it would be so.

People always had the capacity for change. Even if it was difficult to invoke that change in others, one still had the power to change themselves.

She blinked slowly. It was as if purpose had solidified in the depths of her blue eyes, making them sparkle with renewed conviction.

Chapter 7:
The Villainess Is a Dedicated Worker

THE SPRING SUNLIGHT STRETCHED toward her feet like fingers trying to grasp her, only to be thwarted by shadow. Claudia was transfixed by the new buds that had sprouted all around her. They were a tangible reminder that her engagement ceremony was fast approaching.

Time had passed all too quickly after her meeting with Sylvester. Claudia was preoccupied with memorizing information about the honored guests for the event and arranging the final alterations to her gown. Her schedule had been utterly packed ever since this all started, and that had yet to change even with the event a mere week away. The celebration was to be held at the castle, yet her family home was also a bustling center of chaos.

Claudia was currently out in the high-end district, wearing the same maid attire as Helen. The outing was, in part, to help her get a much-needed break from her duties, but she was also headed to Rose Garden’s headquarters. As head of the syndicate, she received regular reports. The maid disguise was because she wanted to avoid the risk of exposing herself as “Rose.”

She normally donned that outfit when she had the cover of darkness to hide her, but with her schedule, she had very limited time to do so. In the daylight, Rose would stand out like a sore thumb. There were other ways to receive reports from Rose Garden, so the maid outfit wasn’t strictly necessary, but she would attract too much attention if she were to go out in her usual clothing.

Everyone in the capital knew she was betrothed to the crown prince, even though she was still only a duke’s daughter. It didn’t matter that the official announcement had yet to be made. With all the preparations underway, rumors spread quickly. And so, unable to go out as herself, Claudia had dressed as a maid running errands for her lady: something so unremarkable no one would pay her any mind.

“Such fine weather today isn’t it, my la—” Helen cut herself off, still adjusting to treating her mistress as a peer.

“I’m glad we’re able to enjoy the sunshine,” Claudia said without missing a beat.

“Me too. It’s a nice break from all the business.” Helen’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. She was doing her best to sound casual despite how unnatural it must have felt.

The two climbed out of the servants’ carriage they had taken to get here, then headed toward the eatery where they were to meet their contact from Rose Garden. The restaurant was on the edge of the district, close to where Claudia had once visited a confectionery to buy a modest gift for Sylvester. There was a single bodyguard trailing behind her, but she was so accustomed to him by now that he may as well have been air.

Claudia and Helen entered the eatery and placed their orders like normal customers. It was the perfect time for a bite to eat, so they opted for something sweet. There were no signs of any members of Rose Garden inside despite this being the arranged meeting place.

“Why don’t we read a newspaper while we wait? I’ll go buy us one,” Claudia offered, slipping out of her chair. She returned only a short moment later with the newspaper in hand. “The customer over there,” she said, pointing vaguely off to the side, “had already finished reading his and offered it to me. Apparently, he overheard me talking about buying one.”

“Oh, how kind of him!”

Helen was sitting beside Claudia, so when she opened the newspaper the two could read it together. Her bodyguard sat across from them so their arrangement wouldn’t look strange to observers.

A horse-racing ticket fell onto the table with today’s date on it. Whoever had given the paper to Claudia had been a betting man on his way home from the race track. Inside the page where the ticket had been tucked, the contents were overlaid with the report from Rose Garden. Once Claudia finished reading it, she tucked the ticket back inside and folded the paper.

Their order arrived soon after, and they eagerly dug in. The sugar spread through Claudia’s mouth, giving her tired brain some much-needed energy.

When they left the restaurant, an unfamiliar man flagged her down. Claudia’s bodyguard was wary of the man, but Helen assured him there was nothing to worry about: this was the customer who had offered Claudia his paper.

“Terribly sorry,” he said, “but I just remembered I left my racetrack ticket stuffed in my paper.”

“Yes, I noticed. I slipped it in again, so you can have your paper back.” Claudia held it out to him.

The man—or rather, the member of Rose Garden—grabbed it. “Thank you.”

Once they’d made the exchange and the man had wandered off, Claudia said, “As much as I wish we could stay out longer, I suppose we should be heading home.” It was so warm outside that she was tempted to do some window shopping. Yet she had to deny herself her heart’s desire because she had other matters to attend upon returning to the estate. She had only afforded herself a little extra time for a walk by requesting their carriage wait some distance away from the eatery.

Almost as soon as she and Helen set off toward the carriage, they heard a young boy’s shrill cry. “Pardon me! Please help!”

They both froze as the young boy shot toward Claudia, swinging around her back to hide behind her skirts. Her bodyguard’s hand reached for the boy, but Claudia stopped him. The child seemed genuinely frightened, and she sensed no ill intent. Besides, he had no weapon and was clasping his hands in front of his chest as he pleaded, so the bodyguard made no further attempts to remove him. If the boy’s hands had been hidden or the bodyguard had sensed any real danger, he probably would intervened despite Claudia’s protests.

Helen understood Claudia’s intentions to protect the boy and pressed closer to help keep him hidden from view. There was enough foot traffic in front of them that whoever was pursuing the boy wouldn’t find him easily.

That must be it, right? Someone is chasing him? Claudia discreetly swept a glance across their surroundings, eyes catching on a suspicious man. He had a hat on and seemed to be desperately scanning the street for someone.

The boy in question was dressed well, as one would expect in the high-end district, but his panicked expression told her that he wasn’t simply hiding for fun. I wonder if he got up to some mischief and was caught, she thought. He looked to be around twelve, his face still childlike. His hair was canary yellow and looked soft as down. Emerald eyes peeked up at her through rounded spectacles. He had a brown beret on his head and wore a white shirt with a beige vest and half-length trousers. His exposed knees were red from the chill that still lingered in the air.

Claudia peered over her shoulder at the boy. She would ask about the situation as soon as his pursuer was out of earshot.

“Bwah!” the boy cried suddenly. Something—she wasn’t sure what—had caught him by surprise. When he lost balance and staggered, his foot landed on a loose flyer that had blown in beneath him, sending him flailing backward.

The streets in the high-end district were normally pristine and free of litter. Perhaps the wind had carried a hapless advertiser’s flyer out of their hand, and it had unluckily landed beneath the boy. Claudia’s bodyguard acted fast, snatching the boy’s arm to keep him from landing on his back.

“Are you all right?” he asked the boy. But while the boy may have been fine physically, the situation was not. The boy’s pursuer had heard his yelp and gone stock-still.

“Th-thank you,” the boy said hastily once he was back on his feet. He grabbed Claudia’s hand and tugged. “Come! This way!”

Fortunately, since she and Helen had hidden the boy well, the pursuer hadn’t found them yet.

The boy led Claudia down a narrow, deserted alley. At the other end was a horse-drawn wagon with a cloth canopy. The rear gate was lowered, the wooden steps pulled out so that the driver could load (or unload).

“We can hide in here,” the boy declared, leading her into the wagon. There were wooden supports on the sides that stretched up and curved to form hoops that supported its cloth canopy. They could certainly avoid prying eyes inside, but the steps leading in didn’t fully extend to the ground. They hovered in midair, and Claudia hesitated to set foot on them.

She shook her head vigorously. No, this is no time to dawdle. If the boy’s pursuer noticed her hovering at the back of the wagon, it might raise his suspicions. She accepted the boy’s outstretched hand for support and climbed inside, Helen following behind her.

With the rear gate open and the steps lowered, the driver won’t be leaving anytime soon. The boy must have thought the same thing, which was why he’d chosen to hide here. He sank behind some of the boxes piled up inside. Claudia’s bodyguard looped around to the front of the wagon to inform the driver of the situation.

Intending to ask the boy what was happening and why, Claudia began, “By the way—”

The wagon lurched forward.

Outside, her bodyguard howled for the driver to stop. The driver must have assumed the shouting was for someone else because the wagon went faster and faster until it was racing along at top speed.

“What do we do?!” Helen cried.

The lowered gate and wooden stairs jostled fiercely as the wagon tore down the street.

Chapter 8:
The Villainess Is Met with Misfortune

“SOMEONE MUST BE DRIVING this thing!” the boy shouted, then whirled toward the front of the wagon. “Stop!”

Claudia joined him, her voice booming. “Please stop!”

The driver apparently couldn’t hear them over the wind, and the stacks of horse feed up against the wall near the front of the wagon muffled their cries. The wagon showed no signs of slowing down. Still, they continued screaming for a little while before they accepted it was pointless.

“Why am I so unlucky?!” the boy wailed.

Claudia could understand his frustration. All he’d wanted was to escape his pursuer. “No one could have predicted this,” she said.

“Dee,” Helen interjected, her brows raised nearly to her hairline, “what are we going to do?!”

Claudia’s bodyguard had tried to follow them—they’d been able to hear his hurried footsteps for a while—but no human could match the speed of a horse-drawn wagon. Peeking out, they saw no trace of him anymore.

“Our only option seems to be to stay in here and wait,” Claudia said, smiling bitterly. There was nothing else they could do when the driver couldn’t hear them. They could try jumping out if the wagon slowed, but there was no point in needlessly injuring themselves.

“I’m sorry,” said the boy. “It’s my fault for suggesting we hide in here.” He shrank in on himself.

“Please don’t fret about it,” said Claudia. “We’re the ones who decided to follow you.”

Helen nodded. “Exactly. I’m sure you couldn’t risk being found either.”

Claudia was tempted to stroke the boy’s head, but she worried it would seem overly familiar. Instead, she gently patted his shoulder. “If you don’t mind, could you tell us why you were being chased in the first place? Perhaps we can be of help.” She paused. “Goodness, I just realized we haven’t even introduced ourselves.” She took a seat on one of the nearby boxes, ignoring how dusty it was. Better a dirty seat than to try to keep her balance with how the wagon jostled.

Helen frowned, fidgeting restlessly. She didn’t like her lady having to sit in the dust.

“It’s fine,” Claudia told her with a chuckle. She sat up straight and turned back to the boy. “We’re maids of House Lindsay. You may call me Dee, if you like.”

“I am Helen.”

“Right,” the boy said. “Um, I realize it’s rude for me to ask, but Miss Dee…you’re actually Lady Claudia, aren’t you?” His face scrunched, as if he genuinely felt bad for pointing this out.

Helen and Claudia stiffened, blinking rapidly. They had never met this boy before—never even seen him. How did he know who she was?

That’s not necessarily suspicious. Claudia was famous, after all. There were portraits of her for sale. It wasn’t surprising that the boy would know of her. On the other hand, she was in disguise. No one would normally assume that a noble lady, much less one as high-ranking as a duke’s daughter, would be out dressed as a maid.

“How did you figure it out?” Claudia asked curiously.

“Miss Helen has calloused hands. You don’t,” he said.

Her hands were pale and supple, without a single mark on them. Her fingernails were carefully trimmed as well. One might assume that she was more self-conscious than most about her appearance, but her nails were simply too clear and well manicured for a maid. Not only had her hands never seen the hard, demanding work of a servant, but the level of care put into her appearance signified she was someone of prominence.

“Thus,” the boy said, wrapping up his explanation, “I concluded you must be an aristocratic lady. But I had to narrow it down further. So I looked at your clothing to figure out your identity. There’s something unique about your uniform, you see. My grandfather told me that most servants have to procure ready-made uniforms from the market. Only select houses supply their staff with specially tailored outfits.”

Those houses were the royal family and the high-ranking aristocrats close to them. One of the Lindsays’ ancestors had, in fact, been a royal princess who married into the family. While the Lindsay staff uniforms were not the same design as the royal family’s, they were from the same tailor.

“The royal family’s tailor has a peculiar style that comes through in all their designs. My grandfather admired them so much that he taught me all about them.”

“That does ring true,” said Helen. “I’ve been told before by other maids how much they envy my uniform.”

The uniform proved that one worked for a noteworthy household and was something of a status symbol among servants. An untrained eye would find nothing remarkable about the Lindsay uniforms, but they would be wrong. Claudia knew this because the same could be said of dresses: each modiste had their own trademark style of gown. It made sense that the same could be true of tailored uniforms.

“I doubted myself at first,” the boy continued. “But as I examined you closer, I realized I was right. Your beauty makes you stand out too much, Lady Claudia. Oh, but your disguise was well conceived! Most people only look at a person’s outfit to make a judgment about who or what they are.” In other words, the majority would immediately assume she was as she appeared: a simple maid. Only someone with a particularly keen eye would be able to tell the difference, but in a crowd of people, no one could pick her out. “They might think you’re pretty, but I don’t think most people would figure out that you’re the Lady Claudia!”

She nodded, taking it all in. “Most illuminating. I will certainly take your analysis into consideration for the future. And I would prefer my identity remain a secret, so please speak to me as casually as you would anyone else.”

The outfit was one aspect of her cover, but making sure those around her treated her as just another one of the common folk was also essential to her disguise. She needed people’s assumptions not to be challenged, lest she rouse their suspicion about her identity. She’d already asked the same of Helen, and not because she wanted Helen to treat her an equal. No, of course not. That wasn’t her real motive at all.

“Oh, right!” The boy cleared his throat. “Sorry for being so inconsiderate, miss.” She hadn’t needed to explain her reasoning to him. He’d figured it out on his own.

What a clever boy. He was perceptive enough to work out who she really was, and he could follow her unspoken logic.

“No need to apologize. I’m the one asking you for a favor,” she said.

He was kind to abide by her wishes, and if she applied his knowledge to her future disguises, people would have an even harder time figuring out who she was. Claudia smiled at him, impressed by his intelligence and grateful for his understanding.

The boy’s nose flared as he announced, “I’m Kiel, a detective!” He hooked his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest proudly. It was adorable.

I wonder if this is what it would feel like to have a younger brother.

Helen gazed warmly at the boy, as if she shared the same sentiment as Claudia.

“I may be a commoner, but I’m good at what I do!” Kiel insisted. “The reason I lost my footing earlier was because I realized who you really were, Miss Dee.”

No wonder he’d been so shocked. The maid he’d reached out to for help had turned out to be a noblewoman.

“I went to the high-end district to give a report to one of my clients. That’s when I noticed someone suspicious following me. I have a feeling he’s involved with my current case.”

“Is this case of yours that dangerous?” Claudia asked.

“Uh…” Kiel hesitated. “Sorry, but I can’t tell you anything about it.”

“Client confidentiality, I understand.”

His face lit up. “Exactly! I have to protect my clients’ secrets!”

“Do you normally work downtown?” Since he was a commoner, she assumed he was only visiting the high-end district briefly.

Kiel shook his head, his blond hair bouncing with the motion. “I was born and raised out east. My parents own a ranch, and that’s where I live. Technically speaking.”

Claudia was taken aback by this information. She exchanged a glance with Helen. Even assuming he wasn’t from the easternmost part of the kingdom and instead from somewhere closer to the center, it was still a considerable journey from the capital.

“Surely you didn’t travel all the way here alone?” she said.

“Oh, no. I didn’t. I have—well, had—someone with me. He was off at the races. I mean, I made him leave because he’d just be in the way…” His voice trailed off, and he shook his head. “Anyway, you don’t have to worry about him!”

“Hold on just a moment!” Helen cried. “He left you by yourself to go gambling?!”

Kiel panicked, throwing up his hands. “No, um, I told him to go! One of the horses we raised was participating. I figured I’d be fine by myself since I’d be in the high-end district.”

“That was reckless!” Helen’s brows pinched together, her lips pulling into a frown of disapproval. Whether his family-raised horse was competing or not, that was no reason for a child to wander about alone, even in the high-end district.

Kiel groaned. “I never imagined someone was following me.”

“Yes, that part is rather unusual, but you should show due caution. You’re a clever boy. Surely you understand,” Helen said. She couldn’t abide a child walking about unaccompanied.

Claudia couldn’t argue the point. Though I’m not sure we have the grounds to be lecturing him in the first place.

Among aristocrats, one was considered a child until they’d had their fourteenth birthday and made their formal debut into high society. Kiel was, by those considerations, still only a child. But an aristocrat wasn’t allowed to walk alone, even after they had come of age. There were situations where they might not need a bodyguard, but they would at least have a servant accompanying them.

Was it right to scold the boy as if he were an aristocrat? Maybe walking about alone was normal in the town where he was raised. If his home was a ranch, then he would have been brought up somewhere far from the bustling cities of the kingdom. Most rural areas had much lower crime rates than the densely packed metropolises; the more remote one’s home was, the more likely they led calm, peaceful lives untouched by such concerns. Such was true of the Lindsays’ home region.

On the other hand, there’s what happened to Sunny. Sunny was attendant to Kayla the courtesan. She had been accosted by a man Claudia assumed was a client when she ventured into the high-end district. And when she visited the confectionery, she had almost been shooed out simply because of her occupation. Claudia could understand Helen’s concerns. It made her heart ache to think of what could happen to a defenseless child at the mercy of a malicious blackguard.

As intelligent as he is, I’d like to think Kiel would find some way to outwit them. But at the end of the day, that was just wishful thinking, wasn’t it? If Kiel’s guardian had been with him, he likely wouldn’t be in this situation.

Judging by the contrition on Kiel’s face, he too saw the truth in Helen’s words. “I’m sorry,” he said. He looked like a chastised pup with its ears folded back and head bent forward.

Helen smiled. “I should apologize for all my preaching, but I do want you to understand that not even the high-end district is free of people with ill intent.”

“Yes,” Kiel agreed. “I’ll make sure not to go around by myself anymore. I know you’re just worried about me, Miss Helen!”

“You’re a good boy,” Claudia said.

“Yes, very much so,” Helen said, still smiling.

Kiel chuckled bashfully. Color gathered in his soft cheeks, in turn filling Claudia’s chest with warmth.

This whole unexpected situation had terrified her. Outside, the rhythmic clip-clop of the horses’ hooves echoed off the road. The whole wagon shimmied and shook, occasionally making her body ache from her uncomfortable position. Despite it all, she thought her meeting with Kiel had to be a gift from the Capricious God.

***

When the sun finally began to set, the covered wagon rolled to a stop. Its pace had slowed halfway through their journey, but it had continued trundling along until now. The horses were surely spent.

It proved laborious for Claudia and company to peel themselves off their seats after sitting so long on the stiff, rumbling floor. With great care, they alighted, and Claudia had never felt more grateful to be on solid ground. What a marvel it was to be standing on something that didn’t constantly vibrate and bounce.

All three of them massaged their sore behinds as they took in their surroundings. They had stopped at a watering hole for the horses. There was a trough full of water, along with a post to keep the horses tied up so they didn’t wander off. They seemed to be at the edge of a town. It was quiet. Down the gentle slope from where they stood were rows of buildings—the town’s border.

“With how sore I am, I’d guess we were riding for about two hours,” said Kiel.

Claudia studied him. “You can tell?”

“I’ve ridden enough to tell by the soreness of my rear and by how much the sun has moved in the sky.” The sorts of carriages used by the common folk must not have had the same comforts as those of the upper crust.

Kiel explained that passenger carriages, which maintained scheduled routes with regular stops, were all a similar build to the wagon they had just ridden, except those were lined with solid wooden seats.

“It’s common for people to bring their own cushions since you’re in those passenger carriages for hours at a time. Unfortunately, mine’s out of commission.”

“Goodness, that is most inauspicious,” Claudia said. “What happened?”

“Someone with an upset stomach was next to me, and as I was putting my cushion on the seat, they puked all over it. It smelled so awful, I had to toss it.”

Helen pressed a hand over her mouth in dismay. “Oh dear.”

“And the guy with me hadn’t even brought one!” Kiel exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “So we both had to suffer achy bottoms.”

Whoever the boy’s guardian was, the two of them apparently traveled together a lot. He was, as Kiel explained, the same man who had come with him to the capital—the one he’d sent off to the horse races. Even commoners weren’t willing to let their children travel so far alone. Such trips were expensive, and a child could easily be abducted or worse. For as much as Kiel complained, he obviously respected his guardian enough to bring him along.

“He’s not much of a bodyguard,” said Kiel, “but with his size, he makes himself useful.”

“Bodyguard? Is he from Parte Kingdom?” asked Claudia.

Kiel nodded. “That’s right. He’s a coward who deserted because he was tired of war.” Dredging up his guardian’s less-than-savory qualities had Kiel pursing his lips in a pout. Even that was adorable. His story and animated expressions helped ease the tension, but Claudia couldn’t let herself relax too much.

“We need to pull ourselves together,” she said. “And we must speak with the driver while there’s still daylight.” She trudged toward the driver, who was offering feed to his horses.

The man was, understandably, startled by their sudden appearance. “Huh?! What? You were in my wagon?”

“You have my apologies,” she said. “We didn’t think you would be departing so soon, and we were playing a bit of hide-and-seek.”

Claudia went on to say that she and Helen were maids for House Lindsay and that Kiel was a boy in their care. She debated whether to tell him the truth of her identity, but as she didn’t know if she could trust this man, she decided against it. She could always come clean later, but she didn’t want to cause any unnecessary fuss if she could help it.

Although I can already bet our house is in an uproar. She did regret that; she hadn’t meant to cause more trouble to her family and their servants on top of everything else.

“I realize how inconvenient all this must be, but might we entreat you to return us to the capital? We would be happy to compensate you for the trouble,” Claudia promised.

“Huh, is that so?” the driver muttered.

The man was rather young, about twenty or so. He wore a beige shirt and brown overalls. The way he stared at them made Claudia uncomfortable. Maybe it was because her clothes were still dusty from their ride in the wagon, and how exhausted she probably looked. As disheveled as she was, no one would take her for a duke’s daughter.

“All right,” said the driver. “Get in the wagon. I’ll take you back.”

Claudia blinked in surprise. “What? Right this moment?”

“Yep. That’d be better for you lot too, right? To get back as quick as possible?” He began to tuck away the sack of horse feed.

Something about the whole interaction didn’t sit right with Claudia.

Kiel tugged her sleeve. “Miss Dee, I think it would be best for us to run.”

“Why would—” She cut herself off. “Very well.” He must have sensed something was wrong too, but there was no time to discuss it.

Helen seemed to sense what was happening. Together, the three of them started back toward the wagon, pretending to obey the driver. As soon as they were in the shadows and out of sight, Claudia hiked up her skirt and scrambled down the slope toward the town below.

Even if they had the advantage of numbers, there was no telling how much strength the man had. Claudia had toned her body to enhance her beauty; she was confident that she was much stronger than the average noblewoman, even while exhausted. But she had never actually fought someone before. The bit of self-defense she had learned was for creating an escape, not overpowering her enemy.

“Wha…?! Hold it right there, you lot!” the driver howled after them, voice laced with panic.

They didn’t dare look back. The three of them pumped their legs as fast as they could.

“We need to go somewhere public! Where he can’t try anything even if he does catch up!” Kiel shouted at them.

Claudia agreed; they would head straight for the heart of the town. The driver couldn’t leave his horses and wagon behind, so he couldn’t immediately give chase.

Thank goodness the town was located down a hill and not up one! Claudia was careful not to trip over her own feet as they descended to reach the border safely. And as they ventured into the town proper, the lanterns on the streets winked to life, even as the sun lingered in the sky. The town teemed with people. It wasn’t until Claudia was sure that the driver hadn’t followed them that she stopped to catch her breath and take in the sights.

“There are an awful lot of inns here,” she said.

Inns lined the streets, signboards placed out front to advertise vacancies. Claudia had never seen anything like it before.

“The town might have developed to accommodate travelers and merchant caravans,” Kiel suggested. “That would explain the watering hole at the edge.”

“So that’s the reason for all the traffic: lots of people stopping here to rest on their journey,” said Claudia. In fact, it was the perfect time for dinner.

Kiel spun around, his golden hair dancing across his forehead as he peered back the way they’d come. “I think that driver was in cahoots with the guy who was following me back in the capital.”

“Why is that?”

“Because he was wearing the same color of clothing. Varying shades of brown, remember? I know I’m wearing something similar, but even his shirt was beige.”

Claudia hadn’t noticed until Kiel mentioned it. From the brief glimpse she’d had of Kiel’s pursuer, she remembered he’d been wearing a hat and brown clothing.

“Everyone dresses that way in the place I’ve been investigating,” Kiel said. “I was careless. They left the wagon’s rear gate and steps down on purpose so they could lure me in and snatch me up.” His face scrunched as he tried to puzzle together all the tidbits of information he had. “He must have panicked and driven away when your bodyguard tried to speak to him because he thought he’d been caught.”

“And he was willing to abandon his cohort in the process?” said Claudia.

“Yes. If he’s willing to kidnap someone, then I think they already had it all planned. They probably intended to meet up somewhere afterward.”

It dawned on her then. “You mean this town, don’t you?”

“Probably,” he said. “We know he stopped here to give his horses a rest. But there was something strange about that, wasn’t there?”

Claudia nodded. “He was willing to head right back to the capital.”

“Exactly. He was pushing his horses hard the whole way here. As a driver, he should know they need to rest before moving again.” And there was nothing more difficult than traveling at night. There were no streetlamps on the open road like there were in the city. The highways to the capital were carefully maintained, but they were black as pitch when the sun fell. If any nocturnal predators emerged, it would be nearly impossible to escape them.

Claudia wondered what the driver had intended to do if they’d actually returned to the wagon.

“I’m curious as to why he didn’t enter the town,” Kiel mumbled to himself. “Especially somewhere like this, which seems to be such a popular rest stop.”

The number of people milling about was a good indication of the town’s activity. With the number of inns on this street alone, it was the perfect place to stay.

“Instead, he stopped at the watering hole on the outskirts. Either he didn’t have the money to stay at an inn, or he was up to no good and wanted to avoid attention. But worse than that…” Kiel paused to take a deep breath. He threw his hands up, cradling his head and the beret on top of it. “Why am I always so unlucky?!”

He’d lamented his lack of luck before when the carriage first peeled away with them stuck inside.

“I’m sorry,” Kiel went on, dropping his gaze to his feet. “I’ve always had bad luck. Bad things always happen to me, but…this time I got you and Miss Helen wrapped up in it.”

Claudia couldn’t lie and tell him otherwise; it truly was misfortune that they’d happened to board the very wagon that belonged to his pursuer’s collaborator. That wasn’t a reason to blame him, however.

“I was the one who decided to climb aboard with you,” she reminded him. “There’s no need for you to punish yourself for it.” Claudia could have dismissed his suggestion to hide there, but she hadn’t. “The best course of action at the time would have been for me to proclaim my true identity and take you into my protection.”

“But you disguised yourself as a maid because you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, right?” said Kiel. “You saved me regardless. And anyway, it’s all water under the bridge.”

She chuckled at him. “Here I was trying to reassure you, but you wound up consoling me.”

“That’s because you haven’t done anything wrong, Miss Dee. If I’m being entirely honest, I approached you for a reason.”

“You did?” she said in disbelief.

“I thought it was a golden opportunity to make the acquaintance of a duke’s daughter.” He had seen through her disguise before they boarded the wagon, after all. Kiel had grabbed her hand and dragged her along because he’d hoped to spend some time with her. “Sharing a thrilling experience brings people together, or so they say. I thought this was my chance. I should’ve known better, with my terrible luck!” he spat, lamenting his own lack of foresight.

Claudia reached down and gently took his clenched hand in hers. It was still quite small, given how young he was. Smaller than hers. Yet his skin was tough and taut over his bony knuckles. She could tell he had faced much hardship in his life, some by choice and some not.

“Kiel, there is no reason to blame yourself for any of this. But if you insist that you’re cursed with misfortune, then let us hold hands. They won’t be able to take you so long as you aren’t alone.”

Helen took Kiel’s other hand, having taken a liking to Claudia’s idea. “This way, you won’t fall again either.”

“I’m not that much of a child, but thank you,” he grumbled back. His cheeks puffed out as he sulked, but he didn’t try to pull away. His blush traveled all the way to his ears.

Claudia and Helen grinned at him.

“Now then,” said Claudia, “let’s collect ourselves and consider our next move.”

There was no sign yet that the driver had come to the town. But he may once the sky grows dark.

“The fastest route would be to go to the authorities for help…”

“But wouldn’t that be a problem?” Kiel’s emerald eyes peered up at Claudia from behind his spectacles. He had already caught on to her hesitation. “In high society, it can be terrible for a lady’s reputation to be kidnapped, as I understand.”

He was right. If a noblewoman was kidnapped, she would be treated by high society as damaged goods. All potential matches would dry up. Most gave up and chose to enter a nunnery.

“As comforting as it would be to report this to the authorities, I think we’d best be cautious,” Helen chimed in. “There’s no telling who owes allegiance to your enemies.”

Sylvester had managed to quell those who’d opposed the ceremony, but if any of them could find another opening, they would take it without compunction. It was too risky, even with Claudia’s disguise. She wasn’t confident she could fool them.

“Then we’re left with the same dilemma,” Claudia reminded them. “How shall we get back to the capital?”

“There are passenger carriages here, aren’t there?” Helen asked, glancing between Claudia and Kiel. “What about taking the earliest one back? I should have enough money for the fare.”

Typically, when Claudia made purchases in the high-end district, she would have the store owners send her family an invoice. There was no need for her to carry any money. Since they were both disguised as maids for today’s outing, however, Helen had seen fit to bring some along with them.

Kiel bobbed his head eagerly. “Yeah, I think that’s our best bet.”

That decided, they made for the station. The carriage schedule was posted near each stop. It didn’t take long for them to figure out which one was heading out soonest.

“Why am I so unlucky?!” Kiel blurted out.

The earliest carriage wouldn’t depart until noon the following day. With that suspicious driver and his cohort still out there somewhere, they couldn’t afford to sit around waiting. Most of the locals seemed to have their own transport, so there wasn’t much demand for the passenger carriages.

“With most people here being seasoned travelers or merchants, I suppose it’s only natural the passenger carriages wouldn’t depart very often,” Claudia said, dejected. Who would want to take such an uncomfortable ride if they already had their own? Her gaze sank to the ground. Before she could lose hope, she chastised herself and forced her head back up. If she let herself look downtrodden in front of Kiel, he would only blame himself further. “Let’s think of something else.”

The saving grace in all of this was that she wasn’t alone. There were three of them, and if they put their heads together, they could come up with something. And if nothing else, she could go to the authorities as a last resort.

By a stroke of luck, she happened to spot a traveling merchant.

“Look at him,” she said, motioning. “Do you suppose he’s headed for the capital?” It looked like he had just ridden in from the opposite direction, so he certainly hadn’t come from the capital. “It’s possible he’s headed back the way he came, but I think it’s worth having a chat to find out.”

Kiel nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I think that’s a good idea!”

“This time, I’ll do the talking,” Helen insisted. She must have thought it inappropriate to let Claudia do everything for them.

The three of them agreed on what she would say, and Claudia left the matter in Helen’s hands. The merchant in question looked to be in his forties and was pulling two horses along by their reins. When Helen flagged him down, he greeted her with a friendly smile and said, “Yep, I’m headed to the capital. I’ve got a deal with the Evans Company.”

None of them could have expected such a fortuitous connection. Helen’s eyes went wide. “Truly?! That’s incredible!”

“Business is booming for them now, but we’ve had dealings with the Evans Company for ages—since the old man was running it, in fact.” He cleared his throat. “Erm, probably shouldn’t call him that, should I?” He grinned at them, glowing from Helen’s reaction. The man was obviously proud of his relationship with the Evans Company.

“If you’ve been working with them for that long, they must have a lot of faith in you,” said Helen.

“Of course! Trust is the most important thing for a merchant!”

“Yes, and I’m sure they rely on you a great deal. This is just for curiosity’s sake, mind, but what goods do you trade? The Evans Company is mostly known for their cosmetics, aren’t they?”

The man stroked his chin. “Yeah, at least now they are. But they used to deal in more standard goods like daily necessities and the like. That’s my corner.” He went on to say that the Evans Company had become quite familiar with the kingdom’s southwestern region while transporting such goods. The man himself seemed to know the ins and outs of the Evans Company.

It sounds like he’s telling the truth about being their business partner. Brian had taken her to the southwestern region not long ago, to the territory belonging to the former Lord Sasriel. Judging by the way the merchant spoke, he knew the Evans Company had people crossing Parte’s border and going in and out of the conflict zone beyond it. Only someone incredibly familiar with the Evans Company could know so much about their operations.

“And actually,” the man continued, “that’s my mainstay too: the southwestern part of Harland. Last year was a real mess, I’ll tell you, but I managed to snag quite a bit of merchandise at a low price. Hard to quit this profession when you can get lucky and strike gold like that!” Helen proved to be such a good listener that the man suspected nothing, eager to talk about himself and his work.

Claudia knew better than anyone what had happened in the former Lord Sasriel’s territory, having been there herself. At present, the land was in the hands of the royal family. Given the importance of the area and its location at Parte’s border, they had to wait for the appropriate time and find someone suitable for peerage to appoint as ruler.

Claudia nodded to Helen to urge her along. If this merchant had such close connections with the Evans Company, he was a safe option.

“There is one favor I would like to ask you, sir,” said Helen. She informed him that their group had boarded the wrong carriage and were eager to return to the capital first thing in the morning.

The man was shocked to hear the story, but empathetic. “That sounds rough. I planned to leave first thing in the morning anyway, so I don’t mind you lot tagging along.”

“Thank you so much! That would be most appreciated!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to sit on the bed of my wagon for the journey, though.”

“That’s perfectly fine! We would rather be uncomfortable than late to return.” Helen beamed at him, and the man flushed, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “I have a bit of coin with me as well, so allow me to pay you for your generosity.”

“You’re the ones in a pinch here, not me,” he said. “You sure?”

“Most definitely. The Evans Company obviously puts a lot of trust in you and your work. Please don’t hold back on our account.”

He chuckled. “Well, I guess when you put it that way, I’ve got no choice.”

From the sound of it, the man would have been willing to take them without payment. Before approaching him, however, the trio had agreed that it would be best to compensate him if he proved trustworthy. The man would be more likely to see them as clients if they paid him for his troubles, whereas imposing on someone’s generosity risked them demanding something in return for their kindness. After all, they had done something out of the goodness of their hearts, and didn’t they deserve some reward?

Claudia and Helen were curvaceous and beautiful beneath the dirt and grime that covered them now. The last thing they wanted was for the man to get any ideas. Better to have him treat them as clients to begin with; that way, even if his base urges tried to emerge, he would have reason to behave. Paying him was partly for their own preservation. There’s no reason to believe this man would ever have such debauched thoughts, but best not to take chances.

Helen handed the man the same amount they would have paid if they’d taken the passenger carriage.

“Have you already figured out where you’re gonna be staying?” he asked them. “If not, I can introduce you to a place where even a couple of lone women like you can rest safely.”

“That would be wonderful! Yes, please!” said Helen.

The inn in question was one the merchant had long frequented. Though the place was a bit on the expensive side because it provided ample security, the man assured the trio that he could get them a discount.

“Thank you so much for everything!”

He waved Helen off. “You lot must be exhausted. Better rest up as much as you can. Just give my name to the receptionist and they’ll help you out.”

The merchant had to drop off his wagon, so he would part ways with them here. But he did, at least, tell them a bit more about the town before he left. They had been right to assume that the town had developed into a hub for merchants and travelers.

“You see all the inns lining this street, don’t you? With them all crammed together like this, they can’t each have their own stables, so they share a large one not too far away.” Large was probably an understatement if it had to accommodate the customers of five different inns. “They maintain it as a group and hired enough stablehands to manage the place. That way, they’ve got the security they need and professionals on hand to look after the horses. Costs a pretty penny, though.”

“It’s probably more cost-effective for them to collaborate than each have their own stables, I’m sure,” said Helen.

The man nodded. “That’s the gist of it. Customers can rest easy knowing their horses and wagons are in good hands. That’s why I make it a point to stay here, even though it’s a bit out of my way.”

This town was northwest of the capital; it was a detour for a merchant who mainly traveled between the central and southwestern parts of the kingdom.

“Slow and steady wins the race, as they say. When you’re making long trips, there’s nothing as important as having a secure place to sleep,” the man told them. “Anywho, I’ll be on my way.” He waved at them and left.

Their group of three headed for the inn he’d recommended. He would be staying there too, so he promised to reach out to them in the morning when it was time to depart.

“What a nice man!” Kiel exclaimed, his spirits lifted.

“We have Helen to thank for being such a skilled conversationalist,” said Claudia. “We learned much, thanks to her.”

“He’s the type who enjoys talking about himself, that’s all,” Helen replied.

“I won’t argue with you there, but he was clearly enjoying himself because you were so attentive,” said Claudia.

Helen shook her head. “You were the one who picked him out and suggested we approach. I was so shocked when he revealed his connection to the Evans Company.”

“I must admit, I was too.” Who could have predicted that would be the first thing to come out of the man’s mouth?

Kiel’s eyes darted between them. “I’ve never heard of them before. Are they famous or something?”

At that, Helen smirked. “They revere Dee as a goddess.”

“They what?!”

“Helen, stop that!” Claudia grumbled at her. “Don’t tell him such nonsense!” The exasperating part was that Helen wasn’t wrong, but she’d skipped all the details.

“Is it true?” Kiel asked her.

Claudia hesitated, debating how to answer. “Their products are top quality, but they do have some rather…extreme ideas, you could say.”

“The heir to the company, Lord Brian, is most devoted to Dee.”

Claudia gave her a look. “Helen, you’re having fun at my expense, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she admitted without hesitation.

Though Claudia was at her wits’ end, it was impossible to be angry with Helen when she broke into a fit of giggles, dimples forming on her dirt-smudged cheeks. The two ladies were so rarely afforded opportunities to tease one another; they could only be this familiar because of Claudia’s disguise.

When Claudia glanced up at the sky, the stars were already twinkling at them. The curtain of darkness had begun to fall.

“If this inn is as secure as the merchant said, we should hurry,” Claudia told them. As much as she wanted to enjoy the moment and banter with Helen some more, they couldn’t forget that they were being pursued by a suspicious someone (or someones, perhaps). “I’m glad we’ll be staying in the same building as that merchant. His bodyguard will be with him, right?”

“Yes,” Helen confirmed. “That’s what he said.”

The merchant had hired a sellsword for protection. This one person wasn’t much reassurance of their safety, but the more people on their side, the less likely their pursuers were to act.

Claudia and Helen kept hold of Kiel’s hands as they made their way inside. They had no trouble reserving a room once they told the receptionist the man’s name. Given how on edge they still were, they opted for a single room. That meant only a single bed.

“This type of room is normally for spouses or couples,” said the receptionist. “There is only one bed, large enough to accommodate two adults. But since it’s just the two of you and the boy, there should be enough space.”

“All right,” Claudia said with a nod. “We’ll take it, then.”

“W-we will?” Kiel squeaked from beside her, confused. Claudia understood that it might not be the most comfortable, but he would have to make do.

“For an additional fee, we can prepare breakfast for you as well. Would you like us to do so, or would you prefer to eat elsewhere?”

“No, we’ll eat here.”

The receptionist dipped her head. “Very well. We will inform you when your meal is ready. All fees must be paid up front.”

Fortunately, with the discount, they still had money left. Claudia was grateful to Helen for having the foresight to bring cash with her.

Their room was on the second floor. Together, the three of them clambered up the stairs. This inn was one of the many that lined the street, with a brick exterior, and there was no space between it and the other buildings. They were all squeezed in together, side by side. The only windows in the building were in the rooms that faced the street.

Unfortunately, Claudia and her party hadn’t reserved one of those rooms. It worried her because a lack of windows meant poor ventilation and no natural light, but there were benefits too. It retained heat much better and was more insulated from all the hustle and bustle outside. While the inn’s dated amenities proved it had been around a while, it was kept neat and tidy.

Claudia opened the door with the provided key. The walls were surprisingly thick, which meant that once inside, they had peace and quiet. They wouldn’t have to worry about anyone eavesdropping on their conversations either.

“It’s more spacious than I thought it would be.”

She had anticipated a bed and a bedside table, but it also came with a closet and two armchairs. There was enough floor space that they wouldn’t bump into each other as they moved around.

Kiel’s eyes shone with suspicion behind his rounded spectacles. “I thought you would call this cramped. An aristocrat of your caliber would have a much more impressive room at your family’s estate, wouldn’t you?”

Helen nodded. “Of course. She is a duke’s daughter. Even my living space is larger than this.”

“You share your room with another person,” Claudia reminded her.

“Even if you halved the size, it’s more than enough for one.”

“Hmm.” Kiel’s forehead scrunched as he considered this.

“I can understand his confusion,” Helen said. “When I first visited the duke’s estate, it was so grandiose, I felt like I was dreaming.”

“As much as I’d like to say you’re exaggerating, I can’t,” Claudia admitted. Her father’s estate was opulent. The same was true for the interior, though the gardens and grounds were vast and sprawling as well. Yet it still wasn’t anywhere near as impressive as the estate they had in their home region, since land was much harder to come by in the capital. Her father’s title wasn’t merely for show.

“But you don’t think this room is cramped, Miss Dee?”

She shrugged. “For a town like this, no. This is about what you should expect.”

Claudia wasn’t fond of him prying into her reasons. Years had passed since she’d awoken as her younger self, but she hadn’t lost perspective from her brothel days. When she was at the bottom rung of the ladder, she had lived in a room much smaller than this one.

A courtesan lives better the more money she earns, so that was only natural to start. No matter how confident Kiel was in his detective skills, he would never be able to guess the real reason she didn’t react to this inn room like a typical noblewoman.

“Huh. You’re not how I imagined most aristocrats to be, Miss Dee.” Self-conscious, Kiel hastened to add, “Oh, I don’t mean that as a negative. It’s a compliment!”

“I hope you mean you find me more approachable.”

He nodded vigorously. “Yes, exactly! I think I get why the heir of the Evans Company worships you like a goddess.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I would prefer you forgot about all of that goddess business.” Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised that had made such an impression.

Helen snickered.

I cannot keep my guard up forever. Claudia knew their pursuers were still out there somewhere, but she couldn’t always stay vigilant. Her focus wouldn’t last that long. It was important to rest when she could. And since they were tucked safely away into this inn room, perhaps she could relax a little now.

She poked Helen in the side, and the maid yelped in surprise. “This is your fault, you know.”

“All I did was tell the truth!” Helen protested.

“Then how about we discuss who Brian truly has feelings—” Before Claudia could finish, the maid clamped a hand over her mouth.

“There’s no need to state the obvious,” Helen said with a tight smile.

Kiel observed the two of them. “Is this Brian the heir to the Evans Company?”

“That’s not something you need to worry about, Kiel,” Helen assured him.

Claudia’s eyes narrowed at Helen. She didn’t want to discuss Brian’s feelings for her, but she was happy to bring up the goddess thing. Convenient, that.

They hadn’t expected their trip to go on for so long, but it wasn’t all terrible. The absurdity of their bickering soon had all three erupting in laughter, and they spent the night with raucous conversation.

Chapter 9:
The Boy Detective Shares His Thoughts

KIEL’S FAMILY HOME sat upon a grassy hill. His relatives, who owned ranches of their own, lived close enough that he could see their houses from his.

There were always horses outside his window. When the weather was nice, they would graze and lie around, but what truly made them stand out was their speed. Though the stables were supposedly dedicated to breeding warhorses renowned for their agility, that was only marketing for their real specialty: racehorses. Over the years, many aristocrats had come to know of them and would pay directly for pick of their best stock.

On the ranch, children were expected to do manual labor. All of Kiel’s cousins (who were about the same age) would wake up at the crack of dawn to look after the horses. Kiel was the only one who didn’t contribute. While his cousins were sweating and working away, Kiel sat indoors across from his grandfather, getting an education. He’d always been a quick learner, and his grandfather—who’d once worked as butler to a viscount—noticed his potential and insisted he focus on his studies.

“At this rate, you could work for a house with its own custom uniforms,” Kiel’s grandfather would say whenever Kiel managed to impress him.

Aristocrats’ servants typically had to procure cheap uniforms from the market with their own money. They were of poor make and quality; no one wanted to spend much on something that would stain and wear thin through the rigors of housework. Only those in management positions had the coin to afford better. However, there were a few noble houses in high society that provided their servants with custom outfits free of charge.

Kiel’s grandfather had climbed his way from ordinary household servant to esteemed butler. He admired those custom-made uniforms immensely. It was his hope—his dream—that his grandson would reach those same heights.

Despite his grandfather’s special treatment, none of Kiel’s cousins envied him. To them, listening to their stern-faced grandfather’s long, complicated diatribes sounded more like torture than manual labor. They had no idea Kiel enjoyed studying, so they pitied him.

As Kiel grew older, the situation became less bearable. He couldn’t stand being cooped up in the house all the time. He began carrying his books outside. Then he wound up falling in a cesspit. Another time he had dirty cleaning water thrown over him in the middle of winter. He was fortunately never injured in these incidents, but he became painfully aware of his own poor luck.

It only worsened once he started visiting the local town. On one occasion, he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and was caught up in someone else’s mischief. Another, he was falsely accused of stealing someone’s cat. Each time, Kiel scrambled to prove his innocence. In the first case, he captured the real culprit, and in the second, he found the cat’s beloved hiding spot and returned it to its owner.

His ill fortune might very well have launched his detective career; through it, he found purpose. It gave him the same sort of joy as solving a problem from his grandfather.

Naturally, this was also when he began using his trademark mantra he’d come to grumble so often: “Why am I so unlucky?!”

Kiel took any misfortune that befell him as the sign of a case to solve. This was also his way of overcoming his unlucky nature. He’d solved dozens of cases in the local town, making a name for himself among the authorities.

It was due to his growing popularity that one aristocrat’s messenger came to meet with him. At first, Kiel assumed the messenger was there for one of their horses. He was shocked to learn the messenger was instead after his “brilliant mind,” as the man put it.

The messenger informed Kiel that he couldn’t share the details of his client’s request with anyone, and that it would be dangerous. Kiel would not even be told what the job was until he agreed to take it. If he did, he would need to leave home immediately to focus on the case. That was how Kiel landed his assistant—the man with the bulky, imposing figure who was really no help at all—but his family fiercely opposed the whole thing.

Kiel took the case despite their protests, saying, “Knowing my luck, even if I refused, I’d just get wrapped up in it later anyway.”

His family couldn’t argue that point. They knew as well as he did how horrible his fortune was. Rather than getting dragged in later against his will, Kiel reasoned he might as well receive this aristocrat’s coin and do the investigation on his terms. His family eventually gave in. They had no other choice.

Dismayed, Kiel’s grandfather crossed his arms over his chest and said, “I had hoped you would focus on becoming a butler instead.”

“I don’t want to,” Kiel told him honestly. “I can’t say I’m too fond of staying in one place for long.”

No matter how terrible his luck, he couldn’t remain locked away in his family’s home forever. But before he left, there was one thing he had to ask his grandfather. Even after the old man’s retirement, he had a sharp mind. The people in the town always came to him for help whenever it came to dealing with the aristocracy. Kiel trusted his grandfather’s judgment.

“No matter what happens, our family won’t get hurt, will they?” Kiel asked.

“You’re the only one who’ll know the details of the case,” said his grandfather. “And our horses are still in high demand. Whoever your client is, they won’t lay a hand on us. Not if they don’t want to raise questions.”

His grandfather still had connections to the viscount and his family, but Kiel’s family had also made a name for themselves among the horse lovers of the aristocracy. If anything happened to them, the rumor mill would reach their customers soon enough. With the secrecy involved, Kiel’s client obviously wanted to keep things quiet. They wouldn’t want to draw unnecessary attention, not even in the form of gossip.

“There are horse enthusiasts in all factions. I’ll do what I can to make sure we’re protected. You remember everything I taught you about the noble houses and their relationships, don’t you?”

Kiel nodded. “Yep. There’s the royal faction, the aristocratic faction, and the neutral one, right? I know which faction each house belongs to.”

“My lessons may be a bit dated, but they’re better than nothing. If worse comes to worst, I’ll assist you however I can.” His grandfather lifted his large, wizened hand and stroked Kiel’s head. “Don’t let your miserable luck get the best of you.”

“I won’t,” Kiel promised. “No matter what happens, I’ll find a way to beat it!”

Once Kiel left home, the aristocrat’s messenger would provide him with anything he needed, including lodging fees.

“Don’t worry,” his meathead of a companion swore to his family. “As his assistant, I’ll protect him from danger!”

Kiel scoffed. “Says the deserter. And you’re not my assistant.”

The aristocrat’s messenger had been nothing more than that: a messenger. Kiel would have to conduct his investigation alone (or rather, with his companion—who was, for the record, imposing but not the least bit dependable).

***

Despite his companion’s questionable reliability, the man was menacing enough to prove useful in a suspicious case like this one. People would never expect a child like Kiel to be the real detective, which made things convenient for him. The only issue was that the man lacked the intelligence to provide any sort of advice, so he was little more than a guardian along for the ride.

So this aristocrat wants me to investigate some new medicine circulating the market. Word had it that this medicine could be used as an aphrodisiac or a hypnotic. What the aristocrat had requested, more specifically, was that Kiel trace the medicine to its source. Kiel thought that sounded like a matter for the authorities, but there was no public record of any investigation.

Kiel’s client was the earl Lord Demitor, whose house profited off the sale of medicines. The earl hadn’t said as much, but Kiel suspected his motivation was to remove a new competitor from the market.

Odd that he’d be concerned with this, considering the aristocracy is in shambles right now. On reflection, Kiel thought maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh. The earl’s dogged interest in his own finances despite the drama was perhaps an example Kiel should follow. And in case everything goes south, I ought to think about where to go to escape the fallout.

Given that he was investigating highly suspicious drugs, Kiel had a feeling he wouldn’t make it home alive—even if he managed to get answers for Lord Demitor. Nothing was guaranteed, least of all where his terrible luck was concerned.

Kiel continued his mantra about his cursed misfortune while he conducted his investigation, which soon brought him to a particular village. Dubious aphrodisiacs had existed since time immemorial, but the one Kiel was after was an especially potent brown concoction. He had finally pinned it down when he’d stopped by a town’s apothecary and made inquiries. Curiously, the brown substance he found there was being sold not as an aphrodisiac but as an analgesic.

When a commoner was sick or injured, they had to rely on the local apothecary for relief. One could never be sure whether the provided remedy would even help. By and large, they wouldn’t, and the person’s recovery was left to fate. That being the case, these remedies somewhat put the mind at ease. This analgesic, however, had been proven to work. Everyone in town spoke highly of its effectiveness, which was how Kiel had found out about it. The apothecary had even told him it was in such high demand that new shipments sold out immediately.

It probably went without saying that with Kiel’s luck, his companion had been the one to nab a sample of the stuff.

Kiel found it peculiar that this analgesic had the exact same characteristics as the rumored aphrodisiac, and that it was used widely in the town because it was one of the few medicines that actually worked. The similarities between the medicine he was investigating and this analgesic helped him in narrowing down their origin. It was hard to trace anything from the black market, but the apothecary was a different story. It operated out in the open and never changed location. Even if the proprietor wouldn’t readily admit where he got his stock, Kiel could take a guess as to when new shipments would arrive and stake out the place to get his answers.

That was what led him to one very strange village.

***

“I see you’re all wearing the same color of brown,” Kiel’s companion said to some of the villagers who had ventured into town.

“Brown represents blessings from heaven,” explained one of the villagers.

“Oh, really? Never heard that one before.”

The villager laughed. “If you spend a little time in our village, you’ll soon understand.”

Kiel’s intuition warned him not to follow through.

Later, his bodyguard told him, “I’ve seen eyes like those on the battlefield. That’s what a man looks like when he’s lost his grip on reality.” The whole bulk of his body had shivered in fear.

Kiel and his companion decided against pressing the villagers for details or entering the village itself, limiting their scope to what they could gather from the outskirts.

What’s strange is that the size of the village doesn’t match the quantity of analgesic they’re producing. Lord Demitor had determined exactly how much was circulating in the local black market. Combined with how much product was in the apothecary, the amount was staggering. The village he’d traced it to was far too small to produce it all; it had about twenty households at most. Even assuming every single member of their community was dedicated to production, it wouldn’t account for the amount being sold. That means there must be more.

Since there were only two of them, it was easy to adapt to any developments in their case. On the other hand, it was hard to cast a wide enough net for all the information they needed. Kiel enlisted Lord Demitor’s assistance whenever possible. He made regular reports about his progress, and in return he had the earl’s knowledge and information network at his disposal. The earl’s insight into the distribution of medicine was an especially helpful resource. That, along with what Kiel had uncovered in his investigation, helped him pin down the potential locations of the other villages.

Per Lord Demitor’s request for the whole truth behind this medicine, Kiel decided to take his investigation outside the region. He probably knew from the beginning that this medicine is being distributed across the border.

There was no telling how widespread it was. Kiel could understand now why the earl’s investigation was kept secret. If Lord Demitor could get his hands on the analgesic and produce it himself, he could make enormous profit.

The bigger issue is whether the rumored aphrodisiac and hypnotic are as potent as the analgesic. If they were, what would the earl do with them? It was depressing to consider, and far outside of Kiel’s power.

I opted to stay and investigate here because I thought it would be easier to gather information. It was easier to search for a needle in a tiny haystack than in a stable full of hay. That was how Kiel had found the first village and discovered the existence of the others.

Lord Demitor must have hired me because he doesn’t want anyone else to know that he’s looking into this. The more Kiel learned, the more certain he became that he would never make it home. Still he continued his investigation. He knew that the more he found, the more cards he’d have to play. Surviving as a commoner in society built for aristocrats was no easy feat, but his grandfather had taught him well.

Kiel never stayed in one place for long, moving constantly toward the capital at the center of Harland. I can’t believe this medicine has even made it into the capital. The authorities seemed aware of it, but the capital was much more densely populated than anywhere else in the kingdom. This meant a higher crime rate, which meant the authorities had less manpower to hunt down suspicious drugs.

Until his arrival in the capital, Kiel had always made his reports through the earl’s messenger, but now he was finally able to secure a meeting with Lord Demitor in person, in the capital’s high-end district. The earl was the final hurdle—the “big bad,” as it were—that Kiel would have to face, but that could wait until later. He hadn’t uncovered the full truth about the villages yet. The ones he had managed to locate thus far were only the arms and legs of the operation; he’d yet to find the head of the beast. All the villages had to be producing the medicine, but until Kiel located the main one, Lord Demitor wouldn’t be able to stake his claim.

I’ll be in a life-or-death situation once I do find it, though.

Kiel’s companion would only be in the way during the meeting, so Kiel sent him off to the races instead. Since one of his family’s horses was participating, it was a good opportunity to send a message back to them that he was safe and in the capital.

Kiel had donned a beige vest and a brown beret for that day. It was similar enough to the village style; he’d chosen it with the idea that mimicking their colors might encourage them to see him as friendly and open up to him. He’d kept his shirt white to denote that he wasn’t truly a member. The villagers had their own rules and beliefs, so infringing on those without permission or respect might only provoke them. Thus, he’d gone with something subtle but still familiar to them.

His meeting with the earl had gone off without a hitch. For the most part.

“Why am I so unlucky?!”

On his way back from the meeting, he’d locked eyes with a villager. I never imagined they’d find their way into the high-end district of the capital! Commoners couldn’t enter without a written permit. Bribery might open doors in other regions, but not in here. These villagers must’ve had an inside connection.

But why me?!

The man tailing him was brawny and towering. Most people assumed that his companion was the real detective, and he was just a child along for the ride, so maybe it was a coincidence that they were after him. Or maybe they thought he’d be a valuable hostage they could exchange for his escort. Whatever their rationale, they were definitely after him. Kiel had no choice but to run for it. His ill fortune was alive and well, haunting his every step.

Meeting Miss Dee was a rare stroke of good luck. Claudia was much more dependable than his hulking guardian. It was her hands that first drew his attention. They looked as supple and soft as silk, her nails too perfectly manicured for her to be a servant. That stoked his suspicions, and when his eyes moved down to the hem of her skirt, he was convinced. A circular skirt? There’s no way, is there?

Kiel’s grandfather had taught him every exhaustive detail of servant uniform design. He’d claimed to have learned it from a woman he’d dated many years ago and that he was just passing the knowledge along. Regardless, a circular skirt was one that flared out from the waist in a perfect, flattering arc. The style required more fabric than, say, the wavy pattern of a flare skirt, which made hemming it more difficult. When the seam allowance was folded on a circular hem, the fabric on top of the fold would have more overlap, which required a tailor of some finesse to ensure it lay evenly.

The skirt on Claudia’s outfit was masterfully made, with folds at perfectly measured intervals. Kiel was stunned. It had to be a design from the royal modiste.

Nervously, Kiel lifted his gaze from the skirt to the woman wearing it. Claudia’s disguise could not fully mask her beauty, and as he drank in her features, Kiel thought his heart might stop. Her black hair fell around her shoulders in gentle waves, and her blue eyes shone with determination. He swore his heart did stop when he realized she was a duke’s daughter, the very one spoken about in rumors and depicted in portraits. Reeling at this revelation, he lost his footing.

The fact that Claudia spoke with the casual cadence of a servant and had chosen a maid uniform for her disguise demonstrated her intelligence and education. She had proven herself again when they arrived in town after escaping the driver who had taken them from the capital, and she had chosen just the right merchant to ask for aid. Perhaps it was coincidence that this merchant dealt with an acquaintance of theirs, but Claudia would never have chosen him in the first place if she hadn’t felt he was a safe bet.

She’s as graceful as you’d expect from someone of her station, so why do I get this feeling that there’s something almost un-aristocratic about her? Claudia hadn’t hesitated to sit on the filthy cargo boxes in the covered wagon. They had paid the merchant to establish a client relationship so that he would hopefully not later want another kind of compensation, but that wouldn’t stop him ogling her. Indeed, Claudia seemed unbothered by any leering.

Everything about her was different from the image Kiel’s grandfather had painted of aristocratic ladies. Not to mention, she takes me seriously and listens to me. She made him feel like an equal. Not once did he think she was looking down on him. The softness of her skin when he held her hand was a keen reminder that she was from a different world, but even though he was both a commoner and a child, she never made him feel small. It warmed his heart.

***

I’m not sure how I feel about the three of us sleeping together. Kiel agreed it was best that they stay in the same room, since their pursuer was still out there somewhere, but that didn’t make it any more appealing.

He eyed the bed, large enough for the three of them, and heat rushed to his cheeks. Young or not, I can’t help feeling nervous! He was male, after all. There was a big difference between sitting together for a chat and sleeping side by side.

Humans were at their most vulnerable when filling their three major needs. Sleep was one of those needs. Sleeping in the same bed meant seeing these two women at their most vulnerable and leaving himself exposed. Who could blame him for being flustered?

Kiel drew a breath, held it, and exhaled slowly. Reality soon proved how cruel it could really be.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Kiel,” said Claudia.

The women had been full of energy since they entered the room, and they made it very obvious that they weren’t at all worried about sharing a bed with him.

I mean, I get it, but still!

They seemed to see him as a younger brother, given the difference in age between them. They might treat him as an equal in other matters, but not this. And maybe that was to be expected. He still looked like a child. His voice hadn’t dropped yet.

Why does it bother me so much? What did it mean to be a man, anyway?

Such idle thoughts rattled around his head as they all went down to the dining hall and had dinner. Even when their plates were empty and they headed back upstairs, he hadn’t found an answer. So instead, he turned his thoughts to their pursuers and decided to share what he knew with Claudia and Helen.

***

When they returned to the room, Kiel sat on the bed. That way, he wouldn’t stare at it and dwell on their sleeping arrangements. Claudia and Helen sensed he had something to tell them and each took an armchair.

“I can’t tell you the specifics of the case, but I do want to gather my thoughts, and I think there’s some things the two of you should know.” Especially if something were to happen. He’d approached the two of them hoping for protection, after all. The Lindsays were known for being fair and just; if the danger became too much, maybe he could come to them with everything he’d learned and enter their protection.

“First,” said Kiel, “I don’t think our pursuers are seasoned criminals. If they had more experience, I doubt I would have escaped them so easily. From what I can tell, they’re no different from your average citizen.”

The villagers did hold unique beliefs, but they weren’t affiliated with any syndicate. They lived the way most of Harland’s common citizens did: enduring menial labor and monotonous routines.

Claudia raised her hand. “Allow me to confirm something first. I assume you’re investigating these villagers collectively, not any particular individual?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ve even spoken with them before. They’re a strange bunch, including the way they all dress in brown, but I wouldn’t call them bad people. They’re not violent.”

“So this is somewhat unusual for them,” Claudia said. “They must have targeted you because they noticed your investigation.”

“That’s the only reason I can come up with,” Kiel replied. “I’m probably a thorn in their side with all my poking around.”

Perhaps he had stumbled upon something that forced them to resort to drastic measures, or they were simply paranoid and thought it better to nip their problem in the bud.

Maybe I’m getting close to locating their main village. He had already discovered many others. That they chose to act now suggested he was making some progress.

“It may be prudent to go to the authorities after all,” Claudia reasoned. “If they’re targeting you, then they might attack us and the merchant we’ll be traveling with.”

Kiel shook his head. “I understand your concern, but I don’t think they will.”

“Why not?”

“As I told you, they’re not seasoned criminals. And I think they’d prefer to avoid further scrutiny.” Largely because of the medicine they were distributing. Kiel hadn’t told Claudia about it yet, but that medicine was their main source of income. The last thing the villagers wanted was to draw attention to it. “Especially since they’re coming after me just for snooping around.”

It wouldn’t cause much fuss if a single commoner went missing. His grandfather and the rest of his family had enough pull to demand an investigation, but these villagers didn’t know that. They had no idea that he came from a ranch favored by aristocrats and thus had resorted to kidnapping. Their real target was likely his companion, but even two people disappearing wouldn’t cause that much of a stir.

And there’s that hypnotic drug. They might have planned to release him if they managed to brainwash him into following their beliefs. Without a victim—or rather, without a victim aware of being a victim—there would be no case against them.

“If I were by myself, they might act, but this merchant has ties to a major trading company, right? Even if he didn’t, I’m sure they know the risk of attacking someone like that,” said Kiel.

A traveling merchant was nowhere near as significant as an aristocrat, but the authorities would be forced to act if there was an attack on the road. Fear of further violence could disrupt trade and the distribution of goods. The merchants’ guild would put pressure on the authorities to ensure their members’ safety. The villagers had to understand that, as they needed to peddle their medicine.

Claudia nodded. “Yes, I think you’re right. If they’re that leery of outside involvement, it stands to reason they wouldn’t risk an attack. Logically, the more victims there are, the more likely officials will take an interest.”

Kiel had been the villagers’ real target; it was unlucky happenstance that Claudia and Helen got wrapped up in it. As far as he could tell from his pursuer’s movements back in the capital, they weren’t after anyone else.

“There’s another thing I want to talk about: their base of operations.”

“You know where it is?” Claudia asked, voice hitching in surprise.

“I don’t know exactly where it is,” Kiel clarified. “But assuming they aren’t taking a large detour by coming out this way, I think their final stop is in the north, just past the capital border.”

He had managed to pin down the general area of the village based on the locations of other villages and the fact that their medicine was circulating in the capital. The villages were always just beyond the border of whatever region to which they peddled their medicine, their trade contained to that region. Though the villagers had covered wagons, they weren’t experienced with long-distance travel like proper merchants, hence there being multiple villages per region. The distance between them varied—sometimes incredibly long, sometimes rather short. By Kiel’s estimate, the villagers would travel two days at most to sell their medicine.

Kiel explained as much to Claudia and Helen, adding, “I can tell because there wasn’t much horse feed in our wagon.” The rest of the cargo had been everyday necessities, supplies that the villagers had probably bought with the profits from their medicine. That was likely the true purpose of the wagon, and they’d assumed they could kidnap Kiel while on a regular supply run. That made it even more obvious that they weren’t used to this.

“You really are a detective,” Helen murmured.

Kiel’s eyes went wide. “Wait, you thought I was lying?!”

“No, no! I’m sorry, I realize it’s rude to say, but you simply don’t look like one.” What Helen meant was that she couldn’t imagine an adorable boy like him risking his life for an investigation. Even if his job had put them in danger in the first place, it was hard to picture him puzzling out clues and drawing conclusions to solve cases on the regular.

Claudia must have shared Helen’s feelings because she had a tight smile on her face.

“Well,” Kiel said, sounding resigned, “I am a child. You wouldn’t be the first to doubt me.”

“Just to be clear, it’s not that we don’t trust you,” Claudia chimed in.

“Yes, it’s clear how clever you are,” Helen said.

Kiel was aware that his intelligence belied his age. He’d never found much in common with his peers. It was no wonder people were skeptical of him being a detective. No matter how professionally he presented himself, he couldn’t escape people’s assumptions.

“Well, now that you understand I really am a detective, I won’t press the issue any further,” he said.

Helen was visibly relieved.

These two are way too generous for their own good. They treated him like an equal even though he was a child. Kiel was all too used to adults not taking him seriously for his youth, so it was a novel experience to have Claudia and Helen show such consideration. I guess if the mistress is a good person, so is her maid.

Once their conversation was over, Helen chased Kiel off the bed to make sure it was made and ready for sleep. She worked with the practiced precision of a professional.

“Why don’t we keep our exercise light this evening?” Claudia suggested to Helen as she watched from her seat.

“Exercise?” Kiel echoed, head tilted in confusion. Why would they exercise right before bed?

Helen eyed Kiel. “Would you like to join us?”

“Uh, I guess if I can, sure?” He had no reason to refuse, so he followed Claudia’s lead and began to stretch. Apparently, it was part of their daily routine to do calisthenics before bed.

“One has to stay fit to maintain a beautiful figure,” Claudia informed him.

He made a face. “Do I need to worry about that, though?” She’d explained that part of her regimen was for breast enhancement, so he didn’t think it was meant for him. On the other hand, he would have felt awkward sitting around and watching them, so he joined in. The exercise warmed him up right away.

“It’s still early,” said Claudia, “but why don’t we go to bed now so we’ll be ready for tomorrow? Kiel, you can sleep between the two of us.”

He could only sputter back at her.

“I think we’ll all fit better on the bed that way,” Claudia explained. Helen immediately agreed.

Heat rushed to Kiel’s head, leaving his mind blank and unable to function. Before he knew what was going on, he was already tucked snugly between the two ladies.

What’s happening to me?!

This was the first time he had ever shared a bed with anyone other than family. And with a duke’s daughter and her maid, no less! He’d be the envy of every man in the world if they knew. Granted, the two women would never have agreed to share a bed with him if they thought of him as a man instead of a child. Don’t sweat the details! his mind screamed at him.

Urgh. My heart’s pounding so fast, I can’t sleep. It was pitch black once the candles were out, but that little bit of exercise had done a number on him. It had accentuated the beautiful curves of both women’s bodies—completely different from his own mother—and now that image sat in his mind. And he could feel them lying there on either side of him.

Ngh, I’m so… His whole body went rigid, muscles going tense. I’m so darn lucky right now.

For the first time in his life, Kiel offered a prayer of gratitude to the Capricious God.

Chapter 10:
The Villainess Is Taken by Surprise

AFTER SEVERAL HOURS in an uncomfortable wagon and the stress and anxiety that came with it, all three of them were thoroughly exhausted. Claudia fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. By the looks on Helen and Kiel’s faces after waking the following morning, they’d probably had the same experience.

The traveling merchant reached out to let them know he was nearly ready to leave, so they joined him in the dining hall for a light breakfast. Then all five of them—Claudia, Helen, Kiel, the merchant, and his companion—made their way to the stables where he’d left his wagon and horses.

“Sure is a good thing we decided to set out early,” said the merchant. “If we were any later, we’d be even more delayed.”

Curious, Helen asked, “Did something happen?”

“Heard last night a messenger rode in. Dunno the details, though.”

The report had presumably come from a neighboring town. Whatever the specifics, something more alarming than a robbery had occurred; the authorities would be inspecting any wagons coming or going in the afternoon. That would severely impede traffic, and the last thing a traveling merchant wanted was a delay.

“I’m just anxious to reach the capital so I can take it easy,” said the merchant with a chuckle.

Claudia, Helen, and Kiel shared that sentiment.

When they finally reached the stable, the size of it startled Claudia. She’d known it would have to be large to accommodate clients from every hotel, but this surpassed her expectations. It was the size of all those inns combined.

The merchant waved to the guardsman at the entrance and ducked inside to retrieve his wagon and horse. He and his companion would sit on the driver’s bench. The wagon bed lacked a cover and instead had rails on the sides; despite the rudimentary design, it was reinforced enough for long-distance travel.

This should be safe to ride in, right?

Fortunately, the skies were clear. Claudia hadn’t spotted a single gray cloud that might suggest rain. Yet the fact that their pursuer wasn’t alone—that he had at least one cohort—left her a little anxious. If the driver had managed to rendezvous with his fellows (and there was no telling how many of them there were), that could spell trouble.

Claudia climbed into the wagon, praying it would be a smooth and uneventful ride. First, I need to keep Kiel in our custody. They’d met him in the high-end district, which implied that his client was an aristocrat. Commoners couldn’t enter the district without a permit, and those weren’t handed out freely. If Kiel’s client insisted that he continue the investigation despite the attempted kidnapping, Claudia would need to intervene. Kiel deserved a say in the matter, of course, but she couldn’t just sit by and let him do something so dangerous. Kiel’s client couldn’t make impossible demands if Kiel had the Lindsays’ support.

“This place has a nice view,” said Claudia.

Kiel nodded. “They made the street wider around the stable entrance to make it easier for wagons to pass through.”

The width of the street left nowhere for ill-intentioned scoundrels to hide; it was an additional security measure. Alas, it means that we’ll also be in plain sight when we leave the stable. Claudia didn’t voice her concerns to the other two; she didn’t want to add to their anxiety. The wagon was already lurching forward. All she could worry about now was how sore her bottom would be by the end of this trip.

“The merchant said earlier that a messenger came to town. Do you think it was about us?” Claudia asked Kiel.

“Now that you mention it, yeah. It probably was,” he said.

It made sense that Claudia’s family would be sending out missives after she’d seemingly vanished into thin air.

“But,” Kiel hastened to add, “I doubt they mentioned your name, so I don’t think the authorities would be much help.”

“True. They probably said they were searching for a missing maid. The authorities are likely only looking for potential witnesses.”

Kiel put his hand to his chin. “Or maybe they’re after the culprit…” His voice trailed off. “Hmm, that might be more efficient, but then they risk you being the one arrested instead.”

“I do think it’d be more reasonable for them to look for eyewitnesses,” said Claudia. “And in that regard, we certainly fit the bill.”

“Yeah, it makes sense! Too bad we’ve already left. And there’s no telling what they instructed the local police, so we should just avoid them and make our way back ourselves.”

The three of them agreed it was best not to kick the hornet’s nest by approaching the authorities now; they’d only bring suspicion onto themselves. And since their pursuers were presumably lying low, they couldn’t wait around to see if the authorities could help them. Their only option was to stick to the original plan.

“We’ll have to suffer these hardwood floors in the meantime,” said Claudia.

“Yeah. At least today’s ride isn’t as bumpy as yesterday, but we’ll probably be in here twice as long.”

“Twice as long?!” Helen cried in dismay.

They were all still stiff after yesterday’s misadventure.

“The horses are going much slower,” Kiel pointed out. “At this pace, with breaks throughout the day, it will take twice as long at least. Yesterday, that driver ran his horses ragged. Wagons don’t normally travel that fast.”

Having grown up on a ranch, he knew much more about horses than most. Little did they know he was a skilled rider too.

“If you want fast horses, look no further than my family’s business!” he said proudly.

“I admit, I know little of equestrian arts, but I suspect my brother would be delighted to hear all about it,” said Claudia.

“Yes!” Helen agreed. “Lord Virgil does love horses.”

The trio continued their lively conversation, but as the sun climbed higher, sitting became increasingly uncomfortable. The driver graciously stopped for breaks, but that could only do so much.

“I will never again take my family’s carriages for granted,” Claudia declared.

Kiel stared at her. “I’ve never ridden in a fancy carriage. Is it that different?”

“Completely. They’re designed for comfort. When we reach the capital, I’m sure you’ll have the opportunity to see for yourself.”

“Ooh! I’m looking forward to that!”

The implication was that she would take him with her to her family’s estate. She was surprised he responded with such enthusiasm. Many would jump at the opportunity to form connections with a duke’s family, but there were plenty others who only found her family’s immense influence intimidating. Moreover, there was always the risk of becoming entangled in the power struggles typical of high society.

It made her wonder: had Kiel approached her simply because of her house? Or was there more to it? She hoped it didn’t have anything to do with what he kept saying about his miserable luck.

Just then, the wagon jerked to a halt.

“Did something happen?” Kiel asked the driver.

“A tree’s fallen in the middle of the road. We’ll move it, so wait in the wagon.”

It was hard to see from inside the wagon, but the tree couldn’t have been too big if the driver planned to move it. The horses could probably step over it, but alas, wagon wheels could not. A strong wind must have swept through a nearby copse of trees and knocked one down.

Silhouettes appeared around the wagon as soon as the driver and his companion began climbing down from the driver’s bench.

Helen shrieked.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the merchant’s companion barked at the blackguards.

Claudia’s heart hammered in her chest, eyes flying wide. Before she knew it, she was on her feet and stepping protectively in front of Kiel.

“Hand over the women and child and no one gets hurt!” said one of their attackers.

“You heard him! Don’t try anything funny now!” yelled another.

There were five men in total, and they had the wagon surrounded. Claudia’s eyes darted between them. They were all dressed in brown, and she recognized one of them as their kidnapper—the driver from yesterday.

Kiel’s lips trembled as he said, “I didn’t think they’d be so brazen.” Nor had Claudia. But as scared as he must have been, Kiel found enough courage to shout at them, “Do you really think you can get away with this? Your village will be under investigation!”

“Shut up, you little brat! You guys’re the ones who forced our hand! You just had to go sticking your nose where it didn’t belong, huh?” snarled the driver from yesterday as he crawled into the wagon, eyes bloodshot. He glowered at Kiel, but as soon as his gaze slid to Claudia, a thin smile pulled at his lips.

The way he leered at her made her skin break out in gooseflesh. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

There was something so unnatural about his eyes, the whites dyed crimson. When she’d spoken with him the day before, he had seemed like an ordinary young man. Today, everything about him disgusted her, especially the strange odor emanating from him.

“You’re a real looker,” he said, licking his lips. His hand reached toward her.

Claudia didn’t want him to touch her, not even for an instant. Her leg swung up instinctively, slamming into his crotch.

He grunted in pain, crumpling to the floor. His cohorts started to clamber into the wagon. Unlike the one they’d ridden in yesterday, this wagon offered no protection.

One of the men managed a running leap into the wagon from the side and snatched Kiel by the arm.

“Let go!” Kiel cried, thrashing in his grip.

“Kiel!” Claudia’s hand shot out, grabbing Kiel’s. That moment of vulnerability allowed a different man to seize her.

“Dee!” Helen cried. “Wait! Save Dee at least, please!”

Claudia craned her neck to see where her best friend’s voice was coming from. The merchant and his bodyguard had somehow managed to wrest Helen away and forced her onto one of the horses, which they’d unhitched from the wagon. The bodyguard took a seat behind her, holding her in place. With the merchant on the other horse, they set off.

The bodyguard’s job was to protect the merchant, not them. Claudia knew she should be grateful they even tried to save Helen.

“I’m sorry!” the merchant called back to them. “I’ll get help, I swear it!”

Then he, his bodyguard, and Helen were gone, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them.

Wait, don’t leave us! Claudia wanted to cry after them. She hated being left at the mercy of these miscreants. But realistically, two men stood no chance against five. She couldn’t blame them for making that call, even if it meant abandoning her and Kiel.

Claudia and Kiel put up no further fight. If either were taken hostage, it would only make things worse. Better to cooperate and see where this went. The one saving grace was that their captors didn’t seem keen to cause them harm. At least not right away.

A man, presumably the leader of their little gang, approached Claudia and Kiel. “It wasn’t our intention to get violent with—” His eyes landed on Claudia, and his mouth fell open. “You’re…!” His eyes narrowed as he whirled on the driver from yesterday, who was still curled on the floor of the wagon. He stomped toward him, screaming like mad.

What is going on?! Claudia shot a bewildered glance at Kiel, who gave her a puzzled look of his own.

The other men kept a hold on Claudia and Kiel to ensure they couldn’t escape, but she could see they were startled by their leader’s sudden outburst.

The leader eventually marched back to them, sighing. “Whatever. What’s done is done. Let’s just get back to the village.”

The group led Claudia and Kiel to their covered wagon, which they’d hidden in the nearby thicket.

Chapter 11:
The Suspicious Driver Licks His Lips

HEH HEH, LADY LUCKis finally smiling on me.

As dawn broke, the sky was bathed a pastel pink. The driver’s target had slipped through his fingers the night before at the watering hole, but he was keeping an eye on the town’s shared stables to make sure it didn’t happen again.

I didn’t know the stupid brat got on my wagon. And since he’d had to flee the capital so quickly, leaving behind his cohorts, he’d been completely on his own. A child he could manage, but there was no way he could handle two adult women along with him. It’s not really my fault they got away.

His excuses hadn’t convinced Renault, who liked to act as the leader of their group, once they had managed to reassemble. “You got left behind, so what? It’s not that big of a deal. Get over it.”

They had agreed beforehand that if anything were to go wrong, they would return to the village on their own or find a way to meet up once it was safe to do so. Anyone would have panicked if a guy with a sword showed up out of nowhere to confront them. All he did was follow the script. What was Renault so cross about?

Renault’s time will be over soon enough, the man thought. He’d been the one to recognize the duke’s daughter, not Renault. He knew it was her the second she spoke to him at the watering hole. The master had warned them about her and described her in detail.

He said she was beautiful, but his descriptions didn’t do her justice.

Claudia Lindsay had been covered in dust and dirt when he saw her, and she had still been more beautiful than any woman in the village. He understood why the master wanted her. And if I give her to him, the others will have to respect me.

He didn’t like that Renault was always the one getting attention. Sure, the guy was kind of handsome and the village chieftess trusted him implicitly, but they were all supposed to share good fortune. That was one of the core tenets of the village. So, this wasn’t fair at all. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the importance of leadership. Why else would they have a chieftess? But that was why he wanted to catch the detective’s young tagalong and the duke’s daughter—to show he had the qualities of a leader.

If I can impress the master, maybe he’ll make me chieftain of a new village. When a single settlement grew too populated, it was customary to construct a new one and move the extra people there. No new villages had been established since the master left the country. They could still contact him, however, so there was no reason not to continue expanding.

I’m gonna make my very own paradise. He wouldn’t have to take orders from Renault anymore; he’d be the one giving them. And once the master is bored with her, I’ll take that noblewoman off his hands. Any daughters Claudia birthed would surely be as stunning as she was. This isn’t just a dream. I’m gonna make it a reality.

When he met up with his fellows, he only told them they were looking for a child and two beautiful women. I ain’t gonna let them take the glory. I’m gonna get my hands on her first so I get the credit.

Their real target had been the child who traveled with the detective. It would be more difficult, they figured, to catch the robust detective himself. Everyone in the village agreed snatching the kid would be the best way to put the detective off his investigation, which was why they had set out on this mission in the first place.

Usually when they brought people into the village, they enticed them with the lifestyle: plenty of food, a tight community, no backbreaking labor. They didn’t need to go to that trouble for a child. They’d never tried to kidnap someone before, but it couldn’t be that hard, right? Yet when the two girls were added to the picture, Renault had been reluctant.

Oh well. The others came around quickly enough. Suck on that, Renault. They all wanted new villagers. Women, specifically.

Renault had argued that this might only bring further trouble to the village, but the driver had insisted this was for the betterment of all. There hadn’t been much new blood among them since the master left. While they picked up a few new people here and there, it was nothing like the booming population they’d had when the master was with them.

I know everyone better than Renault does. Once the other men had heard that the two women were beauties, they forgot all complaints about being abandoned in the capital. Renault was forced to concede to the majority opinion. And so the driver wound up here, watching over the stable.

It would have been faster to ask around town, but he couldn’t do that. Any interaction with outsiders could expose him to poison, which he wasn’t willing to risk now that his body had been purified. He kept contact with outsiders to a minimum even when trading with them.

Based on what that duke’s daughter said when she approached me, it’s a safe bet that they’re trying to get back to the capital. The town’s passenger carriage didn’t depart until the afternoon. If they were suspicious enough to run from him, they probably wouldn’t want to wait that long. That was how he’d narrowed it down—he figured they’d try to make their way back first thing in the morning—and so his fellows set up their ambush down the road.

If he was wrong, then he would be waiting here forever. He’d already told his cohorts to meet him back in town if he didn’t contact them beforehand. As soon as they found the child and the women, the men would seize them. At this point, he was more interested in the duke’s daughter than the kid.

C’mon, don’t fail me now.

The sky lightened as the sun rose higher. The driver lit a handmade cigarette, rolled with a special mixture from the village. It was a restorative drug only villagers were allowed to have; it helped protect them from the poison teeming in the outside air.

He let out a long exhale. He could feel the drug circulating through his system, from his lungs to every corner of his body. It’ll be fine. I can do this. And once I become a chief, I’ll make that duke’s daughter mine.

The sky above glimmered, looking almost prismatic from the effects of the cigarette. When his gaze moved back to the stables, a jolt ran through him. “I knew it! I knew I was right!”

He’d spotted the trio who had escaped him yesterday. They were joined by a merchant and his bodyguard, but they’d be no match for him and his four comrades. He raced back to his horse to reach the ambush site ahead of the targets.

“They’re coming,” he told them with excitement once he’d arrived. “Let’s put our plan into action!”

“All right,” said Renault. “Then we do as exactly as I… Hey, you weren’t smoking one of those cigarettes, were you?”

“Huh? Who cares? I’m just trying to protect myself from poison.”

Renault shook his head. “You know you’re not supposed to smoke too much. It’ll cloud your judgment.”

“Lay off me, wouldja? I’m fine. You my mother or something?”

Renault was always such a nag.

They had hidden their covered wagon in a group of trees. The horses were unlatched so they could charge their targets. They’d already cut down one of the nearby trees to block the road.

***

Everything went as planned. Well, mostly everything. One of the women managed to get away, but at least they got the kid and the duke’s daughter.

Damn it. She’s gonna pay for this… Though the pain in his groin was almost unbearable, it didn’t keep the maniacal grin off his face. At least we got her. All he had to do now was hand her over to the master.

Yet even after they’d succeeded, Renault marched over to him, screaming with no concern for how he was curled up in the fetal position on the floor.

“You bastard! Did you realize who she was?!”

Shut up. Course I realized who she was! he thought to himself.

“Don’t you dare say you forgot the master warned us not to mess with her!”

That was true. When he left the country, their master had informed them that he couldn’t offer them the same support. But he’d also mentioned wanting this woman.

Renault let out a frustrated sigh. “What’s done is done. Let’s just get back to the village.”

You should’ve said that to begin with instead of wasting time spouting nonsense at me. As much as Renault liked to make a fuss, he always caved in the end. He only yelled because he was jealous. You’re just panicking because I found her first. Renault had to be worried he could lose the position he had so carefully carved for himself. His sour mood lasted the whole way back to the village.

“He told us not to interfere with her,” Renault grumbled under his breath. “He didn’t want her, he wanted information about her.”

That was what really grated on him. Renault was twisting the master’s words, and to no surprise his fearmongering unsettled everyone.

“Renault,” said one of them. “What’re we gonna do? Is it safe to take her back with us?”

“C’mon, stop rattling everyone,” the driver cut in, eyeing Renault.

The other guy rounded on him and spat, “Moron! You brought us into this mess!”

His nostrils flared. “The hell?! I ain’t done shit! Besides, you guys were all on board.”

“That’s ’cause you told us about how beautiful these girls were. If we’d known she was a duke’s daughter, we never would’ve gone along with it.”

“Yeah? Then I guess you won’t be taking part in her cere­mony, huh?”

“I-I never said that!”

“Enough, both of you!” Renault cut in gruffly. “You’re getting off track!”

Typical. Renault always did this when things weren’t going his way.

“For now,” Renault continued, apparently thinking he still had some authority, “we’ll take her back to the village and contact the master for what to do. This is too much for us to handle by ourselves.”

“Can’t we just let her go? We haven’t hurt her, so it’s no big deal, right?” said another villager.

Renault frowned. “We ambushed and captured her. And we can’t let that kid go.” The kid and the duke’s daughter seemed to be close. They had been holding hands the whole time and wouldn’t leave each other’s side. “They’ve seen our faces. The safest move is to take them back to the village and keep them there for now.”

“So we stick to the original plan, huh?”

The village had always welcomed new people when the opportunity arose. Anyone who arrived from outside would be unfamiliar with the village’s customs; the poison affecting them was to blame. To purify their body and expel that poison, they needed to undergo the ceremony. They took to village life right away after that. The duke’s daughter would be no different.

“Yes,” Renault said, “but we’ll need to wait to do the ceremony until we’ve spoken to the master.”

“Think the master will come to take part in the ceremony?”

“I don’t know, since he can’t reenter the country.”

Renault had complained about getting off track, but when the topic of the ceremony came up, he turned evasive. It was obvious he wanted to participate as badly as everyone else.

He’s no better than the rest of us, but he pretends he’s above it all. Asshole. The driver hated that about Renault. They were supposed to share good fortune and be honest about their desires. I’d be a way better leader than he is.

He kept silent, watching Renault and the others talk without interjecting. They were all beneath him.

“The kid’s not a man yet, right?” one said.

“I doubt it,” said Renault. “His voice hasn’t dropped.”

“Then we can leave him with the duke’s daughter for the time being. We’ll slowly introduce him to the other kids in the village and get him accustomed to our ways.”

All the villagers were wary of outsiders, even children. They couldn’t risk him giving the other kids weird ideas. They would have to keep an eye on him to see how much he’d been affected by the poison, then educate him the same way they did all the others. Forcing it too quickly might cause him to resist. Keeping him with the duke’s daughter for now was probably the best way to acclimate him; it would be easier for him to withstand the change if he had support.

Can’t we do her ceremony as soon as possible? It was a much easier way to bring newcomers in line than typical education. Once she understood the ways of the village, she would spurn any outside interference herself.

He couldn’t wait to hear what the master would say.

Chapter 12:
The Villainess Reaches the Village of Happiness

AT LONG LAST, the covered wagon arrived at its destination. The journey had been unsettling; Claudia and Kiel’s captors were suspiciously kind. She hadn’t missed the lustful, hungry way they looked at her, but none of them had acted on their desires. In fact, they’d been gracious enough to offer a cushion when the ride turned especially bumpy. It hadn’t helped much, with all the jostling. They’d taken a separate route to avoid the inspections on the main roads.

It doesn’t seem like they planned to bring me along. From what she’d heard of their conversation, she wasn’t their target. They’d only been after Kiel. Something had changed along the way.

Fortunately, they hadn’t been rough with Kiel. Once the two of them were tucked into the wagon, the men had untied them and kept a close watch to make sure they didn’t escape.

Outside, the sun was sinking over the horizon. The sky’s orange hues gradually gave way to darkness.

We had some breaks, but we must’ve been traveling for at least half a day. Claudia’s knees almost gave out from the exhaustion. Her stamina was nearly drained.

Kiel had been quiet and obedient the whole time. The situation was too grim for humor, but she missed his cheerful voice.

When they clambered out of the wagon, there was a small crowd waiting for them. A tall woman stepped forward and said, “Welcome to the village of happiness. I’m Ultea, the village chieftess.”

Ultea had to be around forty. She still had a youthful beauty, her skin largely free of wrinkles. Her eyes were indigo blue, and her hair was dark as midnight. A beauty mark sat near her mouth, adding to her allure. Ultea was clad in the same brown attire as the rest of the villagers, but she had left the first two buttons loose, exposing her cleavage. The overalls she had on did little to hide her perfectly proportioned hourglass shape. Between her sensual air and the exhaustion from the journey, Claudia was feeling dizzy.

“You must be worn out from sitting in that wagon so long,” Ultea purred. “Why don’t you rest? You can stay at that couple’s house.” She motioned to one of the houses, in front of which stood a man and a woman. Claudia had to squint to make them out through the growing darkness. It was hard to determine colors in the lack of light, but they seemed to wear the same brown as the others.

When Claudia and Kiel’s gazes landed on them, the couple bowed their heads in unison.

“We hope you can relax and recover from your journey,” said the husband.

His wife chimed in, “We have a child, so we can take care of you both.” She flashed a smile at Kiel.

Claudia and Kiel weren’t given the option to refuse, so they followed the couple into the house. Candles provided some light within, but there were so few that the darkness hung heavy.

“Goodness, I bet you haven’t had a real meal since you went on the road, have you?” said the wife. “I’ll prepare something simple for you.” She turned to her husband. “Darling, please bring the spare mattress to their room.”

The room they were shown only had enough space to lay three small mattresses side by side. It was considerably more cramped than the inn room had been. As for furnishings, it had a closet, a small table, and a single small mattress laid out in the middle. It was another sign that they’d only expected Kiel, not Claudia. The closet had one brown outfit inside, presumably for him.

“Our clothes might be dirty, but I’m not wearing that,” Kiel said. He poked his tongue out at the outfit. His own clothing was better quality anyway.

After a few minutes, the husband brought in the extra mattress. “This room is a bit small for two, but it should be fine to sleep in. Did my wife show you the bathroom yet? If you get thirsty, you can drink from the pitcher in the kitchen.”

Claudia took the mattress from him and spread it out beside the first one.

Once they were done, the wife brought them a couple of sandwiches and two cups of piping hot soup.

“Thank you,” said Claudia.

The wife waved her off. “It’s the least we can do. You must have had such a tiring journey. Try to get some rest.”

Did she not know how they’d been brought here? They hadn’t come straight here from the capital. Regardless, neither the wife nor her husband seemed to mean them any harm.

Once the couple had left them the room, Kiel and Claudia exchanged looks. Everything was a mystery, including the chieftess’s welcome.

“Why does it feel like we’re guests rather than captives?” Claudia wondered aloud.

“I don’t get it either, but it doesn’t look like we’ll be able to leave.”

“Indeed.” She glanced at the door. “These two appear to be in charge of keeping an eye on us.” As friendly as the pair had been, it was no excuse to let their guard down.

The most daunting part of all this was that they didn’t know the lay of the land. There was no telling what—if any—wild animals prowled the area. If they tried to escape without a solid plan, they could meet a much worse fate outside the village than in it.

“Is the food safe, do you think?” Claudia eyed the sandwich and soup apprehensively. The wife had left them on the table.

“Since they went to the trouble of preparing a room, I don’t think they intend to kill us,” said Kiel. “And if they were going to drug and do something to us, I think they’d be more direct about it.”

The pair was severely outnumbered. If the villagers wanted to drug them, they could simply use force. Claudia and Kiel would have no choice but to obey. Since their captors hadn’t harmed them on the trip here, Kiel was probably right that harming them wasn’t the point.

“Then we should eat while we have the opportunity. We’ll need the energy to escape eventually,” said Claudia.

Kiel nodded. “Agreed. Let’s fill up while we can.”

The circumstances had frayed her nerves. Trying the food took more courage than she was willing to admit.

In contrast to her hesitation, Kiel took a big bite of the sandwich. “It’s delicious!”

His bravery helped her overcome her fears. It wasn’t until she swallowed her first bite that she realized just how hungry she was. I guess I was too nervous to notice. Her appetite helped her polish off the sandwich quickly. Once she’d also drained the cup of soup, she let out a contented sigh.

“I should return these dishes to the kitchen,” she said, gathering them up.

“I’ll go with you!”

Claudia held the dishes in one hand and Kiel’s hand in the other. It was an excuse to explore the house a little more.

Didn’t they say they have a child? She cocked her head. She hadn’t sensed anyone in the house besides the couple. It was a bit early to sleep, but it was already nighttime. Maybe the villagers liked to sleep with the sunset and wake with the dawn to save candles. It wasn’t customary in the capital, but it was common within such smaller settlements.

Their house isn’t that big. The dining room and kitchen were in front, with a hallway leading to three doors. The one at the end of the hall belonged to the bathroom. Their room was on the right-hand side, and the remaining door was on the left. That had to be the couple’s room.

“I’m going to go check it out,” Kiel said, pulling his hand away from hers. He opened the door and said loudly, “Is this the bathroom?”

“No, that’s the one at the end of the hall,” the husband called out to him.

“Oh, sorry about that!” Kiel immediately shut the door, brows knitted together. Claudia was curious as to what he’d glimpsed inside, but she didn’t have to wonder long. He tiptoed back to her and said, “I didn’t see any kid.”

Her gaze moved to the door at the end of the hall. “Maybe they’re using the bathroom?”

“I’ll check.” Kiel turned and marched to the bathroom door, but no one was there. When he returned, he asked, “She did say they have a kid, right?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Did I miss them somehow?”

“The room was dark, wasn’t it? Maybe you did. They wouldn’t be making noise if they were asleep.”

Kiel frowned. “I didn’t see anyone else in the bed. Maybe you’re right—it was just too dark to see them.”

There was enough light to navigate from their bedroom to the kitchen, but not to see into all corners of the house. When they finally made it to the kitchen and Claudia dropped off the dishes, the wife peeked in at them.

“Oh, you brought all the dishes back. Thank you!”

“We should be thanking you for the meal,” said Claudia. “It was delicious, by the way. You are a wonderful cook.”

The woman beamed. “I’m so glad you liked it. Now, it’s about time to blow out the candles. Is there anything else you need?”

“Do you have any ointment I could use? My bottom still aches from the ride over,” Kiel said.

The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh dear! I’m sorry for not thinking of it. Of course you must be sore. I’ll bring you something in a moment. Our medicine is very effective.”

“Thank you.”

She giggled. “My, you are such a polite boy.” The wife watched them carefully as they made their way back to the room.

“Do you think she came to check on us because she realized we were still out of bed?” Kiel asked once the door shut behind them.

“It’s possible. This house is so small, they’re bound to hear every little sound.”

“We definitely won’t be able to escape while they’re awake.” Even if they did make it out of the house, there could be other villagers standing guard outside.

“Let’s not try anything too bold today,” said Claudia. “By the way, how’s your bottom doing?”

“As much as I wish I could say I was just after a sample of their medicine, I am pretty sore. How about you, Miss Dee?”

“Me too,” she admitted.

The cushion may have helped a little, but they’d been on the uncomfortable wood floor the entire time. It wasn’t made for passengers. The journey had been particularly harrowing during a rough patch midway through. She had never been jostled around so much in her life; it was torture.

“Then it’s good I asked. Like the lady said, this village is known for their potent medicine.”

Claudia blinked at him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you more about it once we’re ready for bed.”

The wife brought them a brown cream, which she assured them would relieve any aches and pains. After smearing some on his bottom, Kiel removed his glasses and sat cross-legged atop his mattress. He pulled the duvet over his head and beckoned Claudia. “Come inside with me. This will help muffle our voices so no one can eavesdrop.”

Once she understood the intent, she ducked inside with him. They were so close that their foreheads were almost touching.

“You know how bad my luck is, right?” Kiel whispered. “I became a detective to take advantage of that.”

“Th-that’s quite daring.”

Though he lamented his misfortune, he tried to make the best of it. Claudia had already thought he was strong, but he was proving more resilient than she’d given him credit for.

“My bad luck means I wind up in some tight spots, but it also gives me a better perspective. Helps me see the truth.” What he meant was that it allowed him to see beyond the surface to the roots. “I get to see the ugly sides of people, which sometimes gets dangerous… But as you can see, I’ve overcome every hurdle so far!”

Claudia’s concern was probably written all over her face.

Kiel flashed a smile at her. “Anyway, enough preamble. I think this village is the one my client wanted me to find.”

He had mentioned looking into other villages elsewhere in Harland, but he had never managed to find the main one. His terrible luck had landed them right where he wanted to go.

“I want to investigate this place. Of course, our safety comes first,” he added quickly.

“Do you mind if I help?”

His shoulders jumped. “Would you?!”

“Yes. I have an interest in this village as well.” Not only because she’d been swept up into this, but what she knew of this village matched perfectly with the one Sylvester was looking for—and he’d mentioned a detective, who she suspected was Kiel. Things lined up too well for it to be mere coincidence.

And if this village is the same one Syl is after, then that means Cardinal Nigel is involved. That was reason enough to act. It was an opportunity to gather information on the enemy; she was not about to pass it up.

“It’ll be such a relief to have you working with me!” Kiel declared. “When I told you I was investigating a group, these are the people I meant. Well, more precisely, I was looking into all the villages.” He informed her that the village was manufacturing the drugs he’d talked about. The pain-relieving cream the wife had provided them was one such product. “They also produce an aphrodisiac and a hypnotic drug, and they’re distributing them through the black market.”

“Excuse me?” Claudia gaped at him. She hadn’t heard that part.

All Sylvester had told her was that the villages were populated by isolationist dissidents. The prince was limited in how involved he could get, so that was all he’d been able to share. It would be a huge boon for him if she could get proof they were producing a dangerous drug. She had to find out more.

Claudia’s hands balled into fists on her lap.

Kiel continued, “Based on what I’ve gathered so far, it seems the villagers use the drugs too. They don’t put it in the food or anything; they have some special ceremony that they hold. I don’t know if they use the analgesics, but definitely the aphrodisiacs and hypnotics.”

“They’re like narcotics, I assume?”

“Yeah, so people can’t use them too regularly. If you hear them talking about a ceremony, be careful.”

If the villagers mentioned making her attend something like that, she would have to escape, no matter the cost. They needed to learn as much as they could about the village and the area before then.

“We should wait here for help unless we really have to move,” Kiel suggested.

“Agreed. We don’t know much about the area, so even if we escaped, we wouldn’t know how to get home.” And if there were bears or other dangerous wild beasts about, they would be in real trouble. “We’ll need the right opportunity and a concrete plan before we try to escape, and to that end, we should gather as much information as possible.”

Kiel grinned at her. “I’m glad you’re so quick on your feet.” Then he muttered under his breath, “Unlike some big oaf I know.” He probably meant his so-called useless companion.

“I’m sure he’s terribly worried about you.”

“Not nearly as much as your family must be.”

“That’s not something you can compare. Everyone worries about their loved ones.” Claudia thought about her family back in the capital. The estate was likely in an uproar over her disappearance. I only hope that Helen isn’t blaming herself for this. Knowing Helen, she would be racked with guilt, but Claudia prayed she wouldn’t be too hard on herself. And as she thought of all the people that she loved, her gaze fell to her lap.

“I’m sorry,” Kiel said. “This is all because of me.”

“Don’t say that, Kiel. I made my choices.”

Claudia recognized her privilege. She had more freedoms than most. Yes, there were times when her status as a duke’s daughter was limiting, but by and large, she had experienced few difficulties in her day-to-day. She was able to do as she liked far more often than not. In her opinion, everyone deserved to share these same privileges. That was the kind of society she wanted. No matter how difficult it might be to accomplish, she wasn’t one to give up.

“Misfortune happens to all of us,” she told him, “but I think meeting you was quite lucky for me.”

Kiel grinned, cheeks reddening. “I feel the same way.” His eyes glistened with tears.

He puts on a brave face, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t afraid. Claudia pulled him into her arms. “It’s all right. We’re going to get through this.”

“Yeah! Whatever it takes, I’m gonna solve this case!” His golden hair felt like feathers tickling her chin. She found comfort in it.

Once they were done discussing their plans, the two slid into bed and quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 13:
The Maid Laments

IT WAS AFTERNOON WHEN Helen arrived at the duke’s estate. She was still reeling when the doctor came to check on her, and she was led to the Lindsays’ drawing room.

Why…? Why?!

Why had she been saved instead of Claudia? She should have done something. Claudia was her mistress, her best friend, and like a little sister to her. She was the one who should have been saved, especially with her engagement ceremony to the prince right around the corner.

Helen wanted to scream. How could the Capricious God be so cruel?

Did I make a mistake? She began to doubt herself. Maybe if she had done something different, things would have gone better. As soon as she started entertaining that idea, she couldn’t stop. In hindsight, even treating Claudia so casually while she passed as a maid felt like a crime.

One of Helen’s maid friends supported her, guiding her through the double doors and into the drawing room, where Claudia’s elder brother Virgil awaited her. The two siblings looked so alike: he had the same raven hair and blue eyes.

Fresh, hot tears streamed down her cheeks. All the pent-up tension in her body released. Ahh, Dee! Lady Claudia!

The guilt crashed over her anew: why had she been saved? Why someone as useless as her? It was like a dam inside her had broken, and the raging torrent of emotions swept away the last dregs of her resistance. Helen’s knees crumpled as she collapsed to the floor. Staring down, all she could do was wail, her vision blurred with tears.

A shadow fell over her, and two strong arms—most certainly not those of her friend—wrapped around her. “Please excuse the impropriety,” said a husky voice as she was whisked into the air and brought to the nearby sofa.

“Lord Virgil!” she squeaked.

He was carrying her like a princess. When she glanced up, their faces were so close. His hair tickled her cheek. The color reminded her so much of Claudia that she clung to him even after he had set her against the cushions of the sofa.

“Please punish me,” Helen demanded. “Punish me for not protecting her as I should have.”

Existing was pure torture. The agony had her heart clenched in a vise, making it hard for her to breathe. Helen couldn’t live with herself, not with Claudia still missing. She had sworn to serve and protect her, but she had been utterly useless when her mistress needed her most!

“Please, I beg you…” she whispered, desperate.

“Control yourself!” Virgil’s voice boomed so loud, it was like a fist smashing into a wall. He’d been so close when he shouted that her ears rang, but it stopped her tears. He seized her by the shoulders, grip firm, and Helen shrank back. “What are you to Dee?!”

“I-I’m her maid,” Helen numbly stammered back.

“Then do your duty! Did she order you to blame yourself?!”

Helen swallowed hard. “No, no… She would never…”

“You know as well as I do that she wouldn’t. You’re intelligent enough to realize what she would want,” said Virgil.

“What she would want…” Helen repeated the words to herself, as if it might help them sink in.

“Don’t torment yourself over it, Helen. What you should do now is something that only you can do.”

“Wh-what can I…?”

“Help her. The enemy is one step ahead of us right now. If we are going to save Dee, we need any information you can give us.”

Helen stared back at him in a daze. When she closed her eyes, she could still see Claudia and Kiel surrounded by their assailants, growing smaller and smaller as she rode off against her will. She blinked the image away, a few fresh tears falling down her cheeks, then focused on the man in front of her. Virgil looked as fatigued as she felt. He loved Claudia just as much as she did.

Lord Virgil must be beside himself. At least Helen had been with Claudia until earlier that morning. Virgil had been left in the dark, worrying about Claudia since yesterday afternoon. He must have searched everywhere for her the whole time. As much as his heart surely ached with worry, his blue eyes still shone with determination.

Helen was all too familiar with those eyes. Looking at them helped clear her head. “I am deeply sorry for letting my emotions get the best of me,” she said, the tremor gone from her voice.

“No need. I realize I’m asking a great deal of you right now, but you must understand that every second counts.”

She nodded. “I’ll tell you everything I know.”

Claudia’s bodyguard, who had been left behind when they were first kidnapped, had probably told Virgil quite a bit. Nevertheless, Helen started from the very beginning of their misadventure. As she spoke, she realized she had left out something very important. Why didn’t I say this the moment I got here?!

Kiel had told them he was investigating a certain village and had a good idea as to where it was. In the panic after the attack, she had completely forgotten about it.

“A village in the north? That’s a good start,” said Virgil.

“I cannot apologize enough for not mentioning it sooner.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he insisted. “Only the reprobates who did this are to blame.” His hands formed such tight fists that his nails dug into the soft skin of his palms. Helen wished she could embrace him, seeing how much pain he was in. But no, that’s not my place. I am a maid. If it were Claudia, Helen would have taken her hand and offered a shoulder to cry on. She couldn’t do that with Virgil.

“May I ask what’s being done to find her?” Helen said.

“Ah, right. We began setting up inspection checkpoints yesterday for any wagons or carriages leaving the capital, but the driver had already left the town. We sent our fastest horses to demand that nearby settlements check any carriages heading to the far reaches of Harland.”

Making such demands without advance preparation would cause delays, as not all settlements had the necessary manpower readily available. To ensure everything went as smoothly as possible, they had to limit the scope of the inspections. Their priority was to make sure the culprit couldn’t take Claudia far. The authorities weren’t looking for a missing duke’s daughter, however—the Lindsays hadn’t made that information public. Instead, they were only told to look for an “important witness.”

Helen frowned. “We should have stayed in town and gone to the authorities, then.”

“You were concerned what might happen if you waited, weren’t you? The culprit and his coconspirators might’ve gone after you if you had stayed in town. We can discuss what went wrong after this is all over.” Not to punish themselves for it, but to learn from it to prevent this situation from happening again. “Nina is acting as Claudia’s double for the moment. We need you to attend to her as soon as you can.”

“Of course.”

Helen was always with Claudia. Everyone knew that. She straightened her posture. Virgil was saying she was essential to the disguise, to pulling the wool over people’s eyes and making them think Nina was really Claudia. Nothing would make her happier. There’s still something I can do to help. Something I can do for Claudia. And there was nothing Helen wouldn’t do if it meant helping Claudia.

When Helen left the drawing room, she needed no one to support her weight. She strode out confidently on her own.

Chapter 14:
The Duke’s Son Leaves Bloody Marks on His Palms

SEEING HELEN IN THAT STATE was like looking at himself in a mirror. Virgil endeavored to look calm and composed on the surface, but ever since Claudia disappeared—back when he assumed it was only an accident—fear had seized his heart. There was a tempest of emotion inside him, the deluge threatening to burst out in the form of tears.

He’d lost count of how many pens he’d snapped in two. Each report that came in with no updates had him curling his hands into fists so tight that his nails left bloody marks on his palms.

Where is my beloved little sister?

Virgil had promised Claudia in front of their mother’s grave that he would always be with her. He remembered his vow like it had happened only yesterday. It was the moment he’d decided to leave his foolish self behind and take his first steps forward as a different man.

Ironically, it was Claudia who had stayed at his side and given him warmth and encouragement, not the other way around. All the memories of their time together were still so vivid, he almost thought he could reach out and touch her. But she wasn’t here.

I’m so powerless.

He succumbed to the darkness of his thoughts. What he told Helen about not blaming herself was advice he too was trying to follow. No matter how powerless he was, if Claudia was still waiting for him at the end, he would walk down the path of thorns.

Virgil clenched his fists again. They couldn’t afford to linger a step behind the enemy any longer. He was writing down all Helen had provided when the chamberlain announced visitors: Sylvester and Tristan. Virgil didn’t have the chance to greet them; they came straight to the drawing room. Like him, they didn’t have a second to spare.

“Was Helen able to tell you anything?” Sylvester asked.

“I just finished writing a summary.” The ink hadn’t yet dried when he handed the report to Sylvester. As the two of them read it, Virgil massaged the knot that had formed between his brows. He hadn’t slept a wink the night before. While he prided himself on his stamina, keeping his feelings in check had left him mentally drained.

Virgil’s father had to maintain his regular schedule to keep up the facade that nothing was amiss. The task of searching for Claudia therefore fell entirely on Virgil’s shoulders.

That’s the terrifying part—it’s like nothing has changed.

Tristan was visibly fatigued, but Sylvester showed no signs of exhaustion. The way his eyes scanned over the report was no different than if he were sitting at his desk in his castle office.

No, Virgil thought. There’s even less emotion than usual.

On the surface, Sylvester looked solemn and focused, but Virgil couldn’t read any emotion from him. After how long the two had known each other, Virgil was confident he could read the prince’s mood. If Sylvester was restraining himself this much, Virgil didn’t want to think about what the prince truly felt underneath it all. There was no need to poke the bear.

“Hm.” Sylvester nodded to himself. “The north, then. The pieces are clicking into place.”

“You know where she is?!”

“I have a good idea. We’ll have to confirm it,” said Sylvester.

Virgil’s brows knitted together. “How will you do that?”

“We captured a man at the horse track. He claims he’s the assistant to the detective accompanying Dia.”

“Ah, that kid—Kiel!”

Prior to Claudia’s disappearance, Sylvester had sent men to apprehend a man at the racecourse. They had assumed he was the detective reportedly looking into these suspicious villages. As it turned out, he was only the assistant.

“He refused to tell us a thing. We weren’t sure what to do with him. Now that we know his detective friend is in the villagers’ hands, we might finally be able to get something out of him,” said Sylvester.

They had only arrested the man because they wanted information about the villages for their own investigation. The situation had changed now that it seemed Claudia had been taken to one of those villages. They could be reasonably sure that these villagers, with their distrust of outsiders, had no other allies with Nigel out of the picture. The villages had no discernible links to the church or any of the faithful; the only place they could take Claudia was their own village. Besides, reports suggested this wasn’t their first abduction.

Virgil was itching to speak to this assistant personally, to press him for details. I need to sit tight, he reminded himself.The interrogation was Sylvester’s duty. His was to continue to the search for Claudia. He watched as Sylvester left, Tristan on his heels.

As for Virgil himself, he had to stay here in case any news came in. He couldn’t risk leaving and missing something important. Seeking a distraction, he tried to focus on the paperwork in front of him. Eventually, the frustration hit him so strongly that he found himself snapping yet another pen—and a second later, Tristan stepped into the room.

“Syl’s taking command elsewhere,” Tristan said by way of explanation.

Sylvester was working in conjunction with Virgil’s search for Claudia, but since they’d established a link between her disappearance and the case he’d already been investigating, Tristan was back to coordinate.

“I brought the notes from our conversation with the man calling himself that detective’s assistant. I figured you’d want to know what he had to say as soon as possible.”

“I do. Thank you,” said Virgil. “I greatly appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll explain the more confusing parts myself.”

Once the man heard that the detective—Kiel—had been taken as well, he spilled everything he knew. He expressed an earnest desire to help in any way he could. The notes mentioned that he’d been in tears as he spoke.

I guess he’s as worried as we are, Virgil thought.

Sylvester had been right to suspect that Kiel had pinned down the main village’s location. Based on the discovered locations of the other villages, he estimated the main one was somewhere to the north of the capital—a conclusion Sylvester had also reached.

“If you know where it is, you can move out immediately, can’t you?” asked Virgil.

“About that…” Tristan paused, then said, “We consulted my father before I came here. It looks like we’ll need to grease some palms before we make our move.”

“What?!” Virgil snapped, voice cracking. He swallowed the other words he wanted to yell. It wasn’t Tristan’s fault. The fact that they’d gone to the knight captain meant Sylvester was ready to deploy the guard. Every second counts in this situation, yet we must walk on eggshells because of politics! It was easy enough to infer that was the reason for the delay. If this village was to the north, then that meant it was in another lord’s territory. That of the Thomases, to be precise.

The Thomases were widely known to be part of the royal faction, but they held no love for the Lindsays. That hadn’t changed even after the son of the previous earl became head of the family. They’d been on edge this past year and warier than ever. Understandable, given that the previous earl was murdered in the middle of the capital.

Virgil could already imagine how poorly they would react if the royal family deployed soldiers into their lands without permission. Worse, what if the Lindsays sent their private army? The Thomases would explode with rage.

“You think you’ll be able to bring them around?” Virgil asked Tristan.

“We’re going to try to take care of this as quickly as possible. The village isn’t very large. We plan to assemble a small squad and move in secret. If Lord Thomas knew of all this, he wouldn’t idly stand by.”

Virgil nodded. “Yes, that wouldn’t surprise me. Even if you told him you were only suppressing dissidents, he would insist on deploying his own army to take care of it.”

Lord Thomas wasn’t unique in his distaste for outside interference. No regional lord liked other people poking their noses in, countrymen or not. Much like commoners might squabble with their neighbors over a tree limb growing over their side of the fence, aristocrats were leery of anyone usurping their authority. It was human nature. And if they didn’t like each other, the problem was even more pronounced. The Thomases hadn’t gone out of their way to express disapproval of the engagement between Claudia and Sylvester, but they would happily ruin the occasion if the opportunity presented itself.

“Thank you for letting me know. At least we’re making progress,” Virgil said.

“And we’re not going to stop there. We’re going to end this.”

Heartened by Tristan’s confidence, Virgil nodded. “Of course we will.”

Hard to believe he’s normally so unreliable. This time, Tristan was showing he could be capable. Virgil reached toward him and mussed his ginger hair.

“Hey! Watch it!” Tristan cried.

“You’ve grown up.”

“If you’re going to compliment me, do it like a normal person!”

Ever since Claudia disappeared, Virgil had felt like his insides were being squeezed. He’d never experienced such pain. Only now did the dark clouds hanging over him start to clear, revealing a ray of hope on the horizon. As anxious as Virgil was to run to Claudia’s rescue, her future was as important as her present. He needed to stay here. If he wasn’t careful, he could ruin things for her. Virgil couldn’t do that; his little sister deserved her happiness—to have the engagement ceremony she wanted. More than anyone else in the world, she deserved that.

We’ll rescue you, Dee. I promise.

His hands balled into fists again, but the skin of his palms was numb at this point. He didn’t feel the bite of his nails anymore.

Chapter 15:
The Villainess Investigates the Village with the Boy Detective

CLAUDIA AWOKE, sensing movement.The door to the house they were in kept swinging open and banging closed as one of its residents, or perhaps both, went in and out. Claudia must have slept soundly, as her mind felt much clearer. The warmth of another person beside her probably helped.

We fell asleep talking, she remembered.

When she glanced beside her, Kiel was still fast asleep, an angelic expression on his face. It tickled her heart. She carefully slipped away so as not to wake him, then ran her fingers through her hair to make herself presentable. He stirred then, eyes fluttering.

“Mm… You’re already awake, Miss Dee?”

“Only for a minute or two. I’m going to go get us some water.” Claudia’s throat was always dry when she first awoke.

“I’ll go with you.” Kiel lifted himself unsteadily to his feet, his messy blond hair swaying with the motion. He grabbed his beret and pulled it over his head, but he forgot his glasses entirely. Claudia picked them up off the floor and handed them over.

“You need these, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “Uh, actually, not really.” He put them on, then giggled. “They’re just for show.”

“They are? You had me fooled.”

“Wearing glasses makes you look more intelligent, don’t you think?”

She studied him. “I think you look plenty intelligent without them.”

“If only everyone else agreed. Not many people pick up on how smart I really am,” he said boastfully. For all his bravado, he was too drowsy to walk straight, so he latched on to her hand as they left the room.

They entered the kitchen to find that the wife had just returned. Light spilled in from the window behind her. Claudia could see now that the woman was wearing a beige shirt and brown skirt with a similarly colored apron.

“Good morning,” said Claudia.

“Morning,” the woman responded. “Did you both sleep all right? You can use that bucket and towel there to wash your faces.” She motioned to a workbench in the kitchen. A bucket of water and a folded towel sat on top of it. “Since the weather is nice, we’re going to eat with the rest of the villagers outside. Come join us.” She took a pot that had been hanging inside the fireplace and headed back out.

The wooden workbench was along the wall left of the entrance. Through the window above it, Kiel and Claudia could see children running by. There were other village women too, carrying pots with them much like the wife’s own. They all seemed to be headed in the same direction.

There were a number of other kitchen implements aside from the bucket on the table. The fireplace was to the right of the workbench. The fire inside had already been snuffed out the night before, so Claudia hadn’t even noticed it when they entered.

“So this is what a normal house looks like,” she said to herself. Claudia had never seen inside a commoner’s home before. In her previous timeline, she’d shared the same space as the other courtesans, so it wasn’t quite the same.

“Yep,” said Kiel. “Most have their kitchen and dining room right by the entrance, and the bedrooms are in the back of the house.”

“And this is the water they use?” There was a pitcher on the floor by the bench. The floor beneath was depressed and made of cobblestone.

“Yeah. They probably keep the water here and use it for all their daily needs. That’s how it was at my house, at least. This cobblestone here has a drain in it, so you can pour out any used water.”

“Interesting. This is all very educational.”

“Maybe, but I don’t know that it’ll ever be helpful to someone like you, Miss Dee.” Kiel knew she was a duke’s daughter, and that on top of that, she would soon be crown princess. A lady of her standing had no need to know how the common folk lived—or at least that seemed to be his unspoken sentiment based on how his face pinched as he spoke.

“Knowing how our people live is important,” Claudia informed him. “There is much you can learn from different lifestyles. And in my experience, there’s no such thing as useless knowledge.”

“That’s true. Knowledge is power.” Kiel had only overcome all his misfortunes up to this point because of his own intelligence and knowledge. He knew better than anyone what she meant, so he nodded along with her.

Careful not to disturb the workbench, Claudia washed her face. She longed for a hairbrush, but she couldn’t find one. I’ll have to make do with my fingers for now. She would ask the wife later if they had anything else she could use.

Claudia took Kiel’s hand again as they left the house. Though the house had windows, it was still relatively dark inside. They were momentarily blinded when they stepped out into the sun.

“Morning,” said a person walking nearby. “Wonderful weather, isn’t it? We’re all gathering in the plaza over there to eat breakfast.”

Claudia turned to where they’d pointed. The plaza was bustling with activity, and there were plenty of children. Presumably, the child Claudia and Kiel had seen neither hide nor hair of last night was there too.

The plaza was just beyond the row of houses. Glancing at the buildings, she estimated there were about twenty or so. They were all single-story homes with white walls and thatched roofs. The wooden doors and window frames were unpainted. The lack of decoration made the flowers painted on the walls of the houses even more remarkable. The mural on the house in which they’d stayed had adorable pink and red blossoms on it. Each house was nearly identical to the others, set apart only by their flowers. As long as they had sunlight, it would be easy to find their residence: it was painted with cosmoses.

Short grass carpeted the ground in every direction. The only patches of naked earth were the paths the villagers had carved out through their foot traffic.

The only building that stood out from the others was the one closest to the plaza. It was three times larger than a regular house and had double doors despite being one story like the rest. People were carrying long banquet tables out of it.

“Maybe it’s an assembly hall?” Kiel said, cocking his head.

When they arrived at the plaza proper, the villagers had already set the banquet tables together into a U shape, with beige tablecloths thrown over them. Food, plates, and cutlery adorned the tabletops.

The villagers worked efficiently; in a matter of minutes, they had chairs for everyone. Their lady host waved Claudia and Kiel over, and as they approached, they saw a young girl with long, brown pigtails standing beside her. She was about the same height as Kiel and likely the same age.

“I’ll introduce you,” said the wife. “This is my daughter, Aila.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Aila greeted them. Her dark, chocolate-brown eyes shone with a strong inner will, and her voice was calm and assertive.

Once they had exchanged hellos, Aila guided them to their seats. The chieftess sat at the center of the table, and each household sat together. Claudia and Kiel were seated beside Aila.

As soon as all the villagers had taken their seats, the chieftess spoke. “We thank the heavens for this blessing.” Her gentle voice reverberated through the air, and everyone repeated her words, mumbling them like a chant before they reached for the food.

Because this was Claudia and Kiel’s first time at such a gathering, Aila and her mother served them. The plates themselves were made of simple wood. The food was nothing fancy either: mashed potatoes and fried mincemeat, served with a thin slice of bread.

After they finished breakfast, the wife brought their dishes back to the house to clean them. As she washed, Claudia took the opportunity to ask her about a hairbrush. Unfortunately, the wife said she didn’t have one but would lend her a comb.

While Claudia was at it—even though she very much doubted she’d get permission—she asked, “Would it be all right for us to look around the village, since the weather is so nice and all?”

“Yes, of course. The other children should be playing in the plaza.”

Claudia was shocked. She had expected them to force her to stay inside. When she and Kiel had resolved to investigate the village, she hadn’t thought the villagers would like them snooping. With her permission acquired, the two of them hurried out of the house.

“They don’t seem interested in confining us,” Claudia said once they were outside. “They weren’t in the wagon either.”

“Maybe because we’ve been pretty cooperative?” Kiel suggested.

There was also the fact that the villagers outnumbered them. Claudia and Kiel would have no way to resist. Perhaps that had something to do with it; the villagers could always overpower them if the need arose.

“I wouldn’t think they’d be too keen to let outsiders wander around freely, though,” Claudia muttered to herself. The two of them didn’t belong here. Kiel especially, since he’d been brought here for snooping into their business. What did the villagers plan to do with them? “It’s baffling.”

“It is, which is why we should search the village for answers.”

First, they wanted to map the place out. Kiel and Claudia moved to the area where they’d disembarked from the wagon yesterday. They followed the natural dirt path. A man was performing maintenance on some farming tools under the awning of a nearby building. They could feel his eyes trailing after them, but he said nothing. Looking around, they realized that the wagon had stopped at the entrance to the village. A waist-high fence served as the perimeter.

“There’s no fencing around the forest over there,” Claudia noted. “I assume it’s a dead end, meaning you can’t get out that way.” The trees were crowded too closely to see through, so she couldn’t be sure. The village sat at a base of a cliff; part of its dirt walls extended close to the village’s entrance. She was curious about the terrain beyond the fence, but as she approached, the man barked at her.

“Don’t go past the fence! It’s dangerous!”

“Yes, sir,” Kiel called back dutifully, waving at the man.

He must’ve been there to keep watch and make sure they didn’t try to leave.

“But what exactly is dangerous?” Claudia whispered to Kiel. “Wild animals?”

“Why don’t we ask him?”

The couple they were staying with was friendly and obliging enough, and from what little interaction they’d had with the other villagers, they seemed welcoming too. The village chieftess had personally greeted them. No one treated them as captives.

“What’s beyond the fence that’s so dangerous?” Kiel asked, stepping toward the man.

“That’s obvious. There’s poison every—” The man stopped short, then sat up. “Ah, that’s right. You two only just got here, so you wouldn’t know.”

“We don’t, sorry.”

The man waved Kiel’s apology off. “Nah, not your fault. You’ll learn about it soon enough. You’re safe now that you’re inside the village.”

“Could you tell us a bit more about this poison, though? We haven’t noticed any symptoms ourselves.”

“You wouldn’t. Those on the outside don’t, but it’s been consuming you all the same. You don’t realize it’s been happening till you’ve been to a ceremony and purified yourself. That’s how you wake up to how much has built up inside you. People consumed by the poison have less patience. They get irritable easily. That’s why there’s so much fighting out there.” He nodded his head toward the world beyond the fence. “And that’s what makes this village such a peaceful place.”

“And will there be a ceremony for us too?” Kiel asked.

“You’re still a kid. You’ll have yours once you’re an adult.” The man’s eyes moved to Claudia. “You’re, uh…Miss Dee, was it? Yours will be soon, I figure. The chieftess is the one who decides when. So I can’t tell you exactly.”

Claudia barely held back a grimace at the lascivious way his eyes roved over her body. This wasn’t the first time she’d experienced this from the villagers; all the men on the ride here had done the same. They didn’t even try to hide their lust for her.

Kiel stepped in front of Claudia, blocking her from the man’s view. “Can I ask one more thing? How come that house over there has red window frames and the rest don’t?” He pointed to the house closest to the entrance.

“Ahh, that’s the chieftess’s house. Easy to pick out, right?”

“It is! Thank you for answering all my questions!”

The man chuckled. “I heard you had good manners. I’m impressed. Wish my kid was as polite as you. Always causing trouble.” He must have heard this note on Kiel’s character from Aila’s mother.

“So,” Kiel continued, “are there wild animals around here? I assume there must be wolves or something, with a fence like that.”

With a shrug, the man replied, “Yeah, wouldn’t know about that. I don’t hunt, myself. We’ve never had any inside the village, though, so no need to worry.”

Kiel tried pressing further, asking about bears and other beasts, but the man gave the same noncommittal answers. He didn’t seem to know much about what lay outside the village.

Or maybe he does know and just won’t tell us.

Regardless, they thanked him for the information and went on their way.

“Doesn’t seem like anyone will tell us about what’s outside the village,” Claudia said. “And I have a bad feeling about this ceremony for adults he mentioned.” The way he looked at her was the same way clients ogled courtesans. She didn’t want to think about what this ceremony entailed.

“He said it would be soon. At the very least, it probably won’t be today. But that means we should escape before tomorrow, just to be safe.”

“The one saving grace is that they don’t seem intent on doing anything to us right away. I wonder if the chieftess would tell us when the ceremony will be.” Now that they knew where her house was, it felt like the natural next step. They approached, and Claudia knocked on the door.

Ultea, the chieftess, soon peeked her head out. Her sensual aura was even more pronounced under the full light of the sun. “Goodness, is something the matter?” she asked.

“Our apologies for visiting so suddenly. That man over there,” Claudia said, motioning toward him, “said that as the chieftess, you decide when ceremonies take place. I was hoping you could tell me when mine might be. As he said it, I’ve been infected by poison and it’s the only way I can be purified.”

“Oh, you poor dear. That must have been so frightening to hear. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine now that you’re in the village. There’s no poison here. As for what’s already in your system, we can purify you, so fret not. You’ll soon share the same happiness as the rest of us.”

“All right, but when is the ceremony?”

The chieftess chewed her lip. “I want it done as quickly as possible. Really, I do, but I can’t give you a date just yet. As soon as I can, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

Claudia nodded. “I understand. Would you mind if I asked about the wildlife as well? The man I spoke to didn’t seem to know much about anything living nearby.”

“A hunter used to live here, but he moved away. We don’t really have anyone else who knows about wild animals. There are probably bears and boars in the wilderness beyond the fence, not to mention the poison in the air. But rest assured, you’re safe as long as you’re within the village.”

It was impossible to determine whether she was telling the truth, but Claudia offered a grateful smile all the same. “Thank you for your kindness.”

“Not at all. You’re one of us now. I’m sure everything must feel so overwhelming. Please, feel free to ask me anything. I’ll tell the other villagers to do whatever they can to help you adjust.” The chieftess offered her hand and gave Claudia’s a firm shake. “Everything will be all right.”

From what the chieftess said, the villagers isolated themselves from the outside because of this “poison.” To protect themselves, they cut themselves off from the outside world.

“If the chieftess is preaching to them about how terrifying it is out there, we can’t trust she’s telling us the truth about the wildlife either,” Claudia concluded once they were out of earshot.

“Yeah, she might have been trying to scare us,” said Kiel. “Must not be too dangerous if they don’t have a hunter here anymore.”

Carnivores weren’t the only danger to a settlement like this; herbivores could ravage the crops in the fields. But if the village had no need for a hunter, they could assume there was nothing too threatening in the vicinity.

“That’s good news for anyone who wants to leave the village,” Claudia said dryly. “And we aren’t infected by poison, so I’d prefer to stay far away from these so-called ceremonies.”

“Seriously. I don’t know where they get their ideas, but we should keep looking. Surely help will find us before long.”

They had to keep the faith and move forward. As they walked together, Kiel and Claudia continued to discuss what they had learned so far.

“The chieftess said we’re already part of the village. Does that mean that we’re still being treated as guests because I haven’t yet undergone this ceremony?” Claudia asked.

“Well, that has me thinking… The people here seem oddly used to having outsiders move in.”

She blinked at him. “Oh, weren’t you aware?”

Claudia had assumed Kiel knew more about the village than anyone else, particularly because Sylvester had never made mention of the drugs. Yet his comment suggested even he was missing information.

“The village has been abducting people,” she told Kiel. “Their population has fluctuated wildly over short periods—increasing and then suddenly decreasing.”

“Really?! I was so focused on their whole medicine operation, I didn’t pick up on any population changes.” Kiel had moved around, searching for villages’ locations. He hadn’t investigated them much once he’d found them, so he likely wouldn’t have noticed the difference. “I guess that means they’re accustomed to new blood.”

“Indeed. That might be why they aren’t restricting us much: they’re used to inducting new people.” Claudia had wondered what they’d intended to do with Kiel once they had captured him, but from what she had seen, the villagers only wanted to convert him.

The two followed the sound of children’s voices to the plaza where they’d had breakfast. Halfway there, they noticed that the large building nearby had its doors thrown wide open. A woman emerged from within, carrying a load of laundry. The place must not have been an assembly hall if they kept dirty clothes inside. Judging by the size of the clothing she was pinning to the line, they belonged to the children. They were all brown—the same color as the adults’ attire.

“Pardon me for interrupting while you’re busy, but do you have a moment?” Claudia asked the woman. “I only have some questions, so please feel free to continue working as we talk.”

“Go ahead,” the woman responded. “But if it’s anything complicated, I won’t be much help.”

“Oh, no, not complicated at all. I was just wondering what this building is for.”

“Is that all? This is the children’s dormitory. All the kids in the village live here, away from their parents. Not that their families are ever far if they need them.”

So the children slept here instead of at their parents’ homes. That explained why they hadn’t sensed Aila in the house the night before. Claudia tried to find out why the children stayed in a dormitory, but the woman was evasive. She didn’t seem to know anything specific, only saying she had never thought much about it.

“It’s just the way things are done,” the woman added with a note of finality.

A shorter fence was set up around the plaza. The children within were roughly the same height and around five years old, by Claudia’s estimations. They sang to themselves as they threw sticks at a target:

“There’s not much room in the upper mouth, but you’ll find much more if you go down south!”

Three circles were drawn on the ground in a row. The one at the top was set at a distance, while the two below it were much closer together, nearly pressed side by side. The children stood about two meters back from the last circle. The topmost circle seemed to be the “upper mouth” they were referencing, while the lower ones seemed to be “down south.”

“What kind of game is this?” Claudia asked.

One of the children answered, “You have to get your stick in the hole. That’s how you score the most points.” He showed her the stick he meant. From afar, it had looked like a branch, but now she realized it was a decorated trinket small enough to fit snugly in the child’s palm. It was probably around three fingers thick and had a groove carved about a knuckle from the top, circling the width of the stick. Two chestnuts dangled from the end of it.

A chill raced down her spine. This can’t be what I think it is, can it? Maybe it was because she had just asked the chieftess about the ceremony, but the stick the boy was holding looked like male genitalia. Seeing a child hold something so suggestive made her feel faint. Did any of them understand what this little “game” was all about?

“See this groove at the tip?” asked the child. “On your first turn, you’ve got to make sure you don’t get the stick any deeper in the hole than that. You can get it deeper the second time, but if the balls go in too, you’ve lost.” He went on to explain that one’s score depended on how many times they threw the stick and at what angle. The person with the most points by the end won.

Claudia was grateful that Kiel at least appeared to be ignorant of the game’s true intentions. He was perfectly composed, listening intently as the boy explained everything. He went out of his way to protect me from that man’s leering earlier, but I guess he doesn’t know much about the birds and the bees.

Kiel was at that age where boys started to become more conscious of the opposite sex. He’d been nervous around her and Helen at the inn. Having him sleep separately never even occurred to her because she’d been too exhausted to give it much thought. In hindsight, I was being reckless.

Once the village boy returned to the game, Kiel turned to her and said, “Miss Dee, it seems to me that their game mirrors the intimate relations between a man and a woman.”

Her shoulders jumped. “S-so it does,” she agreed awkwardly. Far from not realizing the innuendo—he’d understood immediately.

“I wonder if this has anything to do with the villagers’ peculiar mentality.” His analysis suggested he was approaching this from a purely investigative standpoint. He had only listened to the boy’s explanation to better understand the village.

Now I feel silly for getting so flustered. Upon reflection, she recalled a book on ethnology back in the capital. It claimed that the religious beliefs of many indigenous populations centered around sex organs as well as nature. Both were an intrinsic part of people’s daily lives, after all, and often people did not distinguish them.

“Maybe it’s part of their moral system. To help them connect physical acts with their beliefs,” said Claudia. No doubt the game they were playing had a connection to the ceremony the adult villagers took part in.

Kiel joined the children to see what the game was like. In the instant the stick left his hand, something splattered on his head. Bird poop. Somehow it had missed his beret entirely and landed right in his hair.

“Gross! Why am I always so unlucky?!” Kiel cried.

“What’s wrong? White fluids are good luck,” said one of the children.

“They are?” Kiel was dumbfounded. What he thought was misfortune, they took as a blessing.

Yet again, Claudia had to force herself not to think about the implications of the children’s words. “Lucky or not, we need to clean him up. Do any of you know where to find water?”

“Over there!” One of the children pointed to the forest. “There’s a spring.”

Claudia and Kiel headed in that direction. The spring was in the opposite direction from the village entrance. Once they were away from the plaza, Claudia craned her neck to take in their new surroundings. She spotted what looked like the village stables not too far away. Past that was a stone building.

“That place looks different from the others,” she noted. Kiel followed her gaze. “We should check it out later.”

“I agree…but I gotta get this bird poop off me first!”

When they entered the woods, a thick, earthy scent filled their noses. A girl in pigtails entered their view: she was the daughter of the woman they were staying with. Aila, if Claudia remembered right.

“What are you doing out here?” Claudia asked her.

“Gathering leaves and dried branches for our fireplace.” Apparently, she and the other older children could be entrusted with chores like this. “We also water the crops in the fields. We’re really busy during the day.”

“That must be exhausting,” Claudia said sympathetically. “We should be helping you, shouldn’t we?”

“Are you going to live here?”

“At this rate, it seems so.”

“Huh.” Aila dropped her gaze. There was something much different about the way she acted. Something that set her apart from the adults in the village.

“Would it be bad if we lived here?” Claudia ventured.

“Not for me,” Aila said.

Claudia wanted to ask what that meant—to find out more from her—when one of the other children called for her.

“I have to go,” Aila said, spinning around. “Don’t trust the adults.” With that, she was gone.

“She’s not like the others,” Claudia said to Kiel.

“I wonder if she knows there’s something wrong with this place.”

Perhaps they could have a real conversation with Aila, but Claudia tucked that information away for later. As they moved deeper into the forest, she confirmed her earlier assumption: this side of the village was hemmed in by cliff walls.

“We won’t be able to escape this way,” Kiel said.

Her eyes darted to him. “The very terrain isolates them from the outside. Were the other villages like this?”

“Not quite this extreme. They had fences, but you could leave easily enough if you knew the lay of the land.”

When they at last arrived at the spring, it was beyond what they had pictured. It was wider than Claudia’s armspan, and the water was so crisp and clear that they could see down to the rocks and plants at the bottom. A curtain of light filtered through the trees and fell upon the spring’s surface and the moss-covered boulders beside it. With the moisture and light, the moss seemed to be thriving.

Surrounded by this natural splendor, Claudia couldn’t help letting out an amazed breath. “It’s beautiful.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen water so clear before in my life,” said Kiel.

For a moment, they both forgot why they were here.

“I thought I would just stick my head in to wash off the bird poop, but I’d feel bad about contaminating it.”

Claudia nodded. “Look, there’s a bucket. Let’s scoop some out and wash your hair elsewhere.” They might as well use the bucket while it was here. Once they were in position, she poured the water over him, careful to avoid any hair that hadn’t been touched by droppings. “I should have fetched a towel before we came.”

“Nah. This’ll dry soon enough if we pat out the moisture.” Kiel combed his fingers through his hair, mixing the dampened strands with dry ones to speed up the process. “They probably use the spring to process their medicine. Clean water is apparently really important for that.” Kiel went on to explain that all the other villages had access to clean running water as well.

After they had finished in the forest and Kiel’s head was sufficiently clean, the two of them dropped by the stables. They were surprised to find goats inside, with men and women taking care of them. Strangely, there were more villagers here than anywhere else.

“Don’t touch the horse,” one woman warned. “We don’t need you getting injured. And you could get seriously hurt if it kicked you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kiel answered dutifully.

They had been cautioned not to approach, but they could at least study the horse. Two had pulled the covered wagon that brought them here, but there was only one inside the stable. The other must have been in use elsewhere.

“That horse looks exhausted from yesterday’s ride,” Claudia commented. “A day of rest should be enough, I imagine, but I worry about the other one.” Horses needed breaks. Without them, they would wear out completely. If ridden too hard, they could die. “I hope they’re not pushing the poor creature past its limits.”

“I hope so too.”

Though Claudia was concerned for the horses’ well-being, she and Kiel might need both when it came time to escape, regardless of how much they’d rested. She had to be practical about this. While she was at it, she tried to memorize the layout of the stables in case they needed it later.

“With this many people inside, there’s no way we’d be able to steal a horse during the day,” she whispered to Kiel.

“Nope. I’m sure there’re more than usual to make sure of it. I wonder if it’d be less guarded at night…”

Claudia frowned. “Kiel, do you really think you could ride a horse at night?”

“If the moon was bright enough, maybe, assuming we could follow the route the wagon took.”

Guiding a horse was much easier than steering a wagon, but the darkness of night hid unpredictable dangers. It would be easier if they were surrounded by empty plains. If there was more forest beyond the village, it would be impossible to go anywhere fast. And they wouldn’t be able to see where they were going in the darkness. If visibility was bad enough, walking might even be faster than riding.

“We shouldn’t count on using the horses to escape when we don’t know the terrain. Although, if the villagers think the same way, there probably is less security around the stables at night.”

Kiel nodded. “Anyone they brought here would be unfamiliar with the landscape, so it adds up.”

“Either way, I think we ought to go on foot if we decide to leave at night.”

When they finally left the stables, someone flagged them down to tell them it was lunchtime. Whenever the skies were clear, the villagers gathered in the plaza for meals. Before Claudia and Kiel could make their way over, they were ambushed by children pouring dried leaves over their heads. Claudia and Kiel whipped around to see who their assailants were, but the children scampered off, cackling gleefully.

Kiel and Claudia glanced at one another and nodded. It would be good to get in a little exercise before eating. They chased after the mischief-makers with a shout of “Get back here, you knuckleheads!” The adults watched them play with warm smiles on their faces.

The children here were as innocent as children anywhere, and the village was so peaceful. Maybe that was what made it all the more unsettling. She was doing her best to act like someone adjusting to a new lifestyle, but the truth was that she and Kiel had been abducted. Why didn’t any of the villagers feel the least bit guilty about their part in it? Aila was the only one who acted differently.

While she and Kiel chased around the children who had pranked them, Claudia spotted Aila helping the adults prepare for lunch out of the corner of her eye. Aila was awfully young—the same age as Kiel—yet she seemed to be the only one sympathetic to them. Why was that? Assuming she doesn’t totally share their beliefs, how does she feel about her life here? Was she as unsettled as Claudia? And if so, how awful was it to live with that every day?

***

After lunch, Claudia and Kiel headed for the stone building they had seen earlier. It was much taller than the others and constructed with sturdier materials. Asking the villagers about it would’ve been the simplest way to sate their curiosity, but they reasoned they could find out themselves by exploring the rest of the area inside the fence.

“What do you think it’s for, Kiel?”

“This one has to be an assembly hall, right? If it was a church, surely we’d see people coming out for meals.”

The village’s perimeter wasn’t very large. Based on their experience with church communities, it would be odd for the villagers not to come here. Yet unlike the stables, they hadn’t spotted anyone in the vicinity. The only figures were children collecting leaves in the nearby forest.

“It’s on a small cliff,” Claudia said. The stone building was on a circular plot of land that jutted out into the open air, the path toward it sloping upward.

“It’s a dead end on the other side,” Kiel said.

Once they were at the top of the slope, they found only a sheer drop beyond it, opposite the forest. There was nowhere to go here either; the cliff was too high for them to survive a fall. No wonder the villagers weren’t keeping close tabs on them.

A brisk wind buffeted them as they stood there. Plains stretched out below.

“It’s a nice view,” Claudia said.

The vegetation in the region didn’t grow very high. It was like a vivid green carpet rolling out around them on all sides. Claudia inhaled, drawing as much clean air into her lungs as she could. This area was much more open than the forest, so there was no earthy stench hanging in the air. They took their time to enjoy the scenery before starting toward the building.

The stone structure was rectangular with a simple steepled roof. The architecture was unremarkable and free of decoration. Wooden double doors stood closed at the entrance, one side permanently locked. The other was not; it creaked as they nudged it open. Once inside, Claudia knew immediately what the place was. “It’s a chapel.”

There were rows of pews and a single altar in front of them. Sunbeams poured in through the long windows lining the walls, bathing the place in light. It was only one story, with high ceilings.

“A chapel, but not a church, since I don’t see any faithful here,” Claudia said.

“Maybe the chieftess is their religious leader as well. I’ve heard chiefs can serve as church officials in small villages.”

Claudia recalled seeing the chieftess say a prayer before mealtime, but she didn’t see much connection between the villagers and the church. If they followed the church’s teachings, they wouldn’t be abducting people. Nor would they make wild claims about poison infesting the outside air. Their beliefs were too peculiar; she didn’t see how they could have any connection to the church’s teachings.

Whatever the cardinal is doing here, it likely has nothing to do with the church. He had abandoned even those who followed him. What he did wasn’t motivated by faith. Nigel was only using his position within the church for his own ends.

She strode down the aisle and stopped at the altar. There, she noticed a set of wooden stairs to the left, leading down into the basement. “Should we take a look?”

“We may as well! Oh, but wait one second.” Kiel pulled his hand from hers and raced out of the chapel.

Claudia stood waiting for him, the silence creeping in around her. It made her oddly lonely, perhaps because she could feel Kiel’s lingering warmth in her hand. Or maybe it was because she’d found herself somewhere so unfamiliar. It was like a cold draft chilling her heart.

Thankfully, Kiel returned almost as quickly as he left. “Sorry for the wait!”

He insisted on going down first, so she followed behind him as they carefully crept down the stairs. There was a door at the bottom. They pushed it open. Since it wasn’t locked, they assumed the villagers didn’t mind them entering.

The room was dark despite all the sunlight outside, but lanterns everywhere kept the place lit.

“This place…” Claudia started when her eyes landed on an enormous workbench. Vials and medicine jars covered every surface. She spotted a shelving unit with tiny drawers. It reminded her of the one she’d seen in Marilyn the perfumer’s shop. Dried brown herbs were scattered all over the room.

“So they are making medicine here.” Kiel hummed in thought as he scrutinized every inch of the room.

“Be careful not to breathe it in,” Claudia warned him.

“Yes’m. Although I don’t think there’s anything too dangerous sitting around here, or else it would be locked up.” Then he muttered under his breath, “It sure would’ve made my life easier if they left their contraband lying around in the open.” An unsettling comment though it was, Claudia sympathized. Any conclusive evidence would benefit the investigation.

She followed Kiel’s lead and tried to take stock of the room. If clues were that easy to find, this case wouldn’t be this complicated. She kept her back to the entrance of the room and peeked into one of the drawers in the shelving unit.

“The medicine we produce here is a village specialty,” came a voice from behind her.

Claudia sucked in a breath, shoulders jumping. When she spun around, the chieftess stood behind her. Ultea had tied back her long, indigo hair, and her lips were curved into a sleek smile.

When did she get here? Claudia hadn’t sensed the chieftess’s approach. When she glanced at Kiel, he looked equally dumbfounded.

“Oh, did I surprise you? I’m sorry,” Ultea cooed at them. She knelt in front of Kiel and threw her arms around him, pulling him close. His face landed right in her exposed cleavage.

Kiel grunted in surprise. He managed to turn his head so he could at least breathe, his face flushed red as a tomato.

The chieftess’s hands began to rove about his body, as if an embrace wasn’t enough for her. From Claudia’s angle, she couldn’t quite tell what Ultea was trying to do. All she knew was that Kiel began to tremble furiously.

“Excuse me!” she cut in, raising her voice. “Kiel seems quite distressed! Please let go of him.”

The chieftess obliged and withdrew her arms. Finally free, Kiel collapsed against the worktable, drawing in ragged breaths until he could finally compose himself.

“You must feel left out, Miss Dee. Come into my arms,” said Ultea as she strode toward Claudia.

“No, I don’t need—” The rest of Claudia’s sentence muffled against the chieftess’s chest as she was pulled into the older woman’s embrace. Claudia was especially horrified by the woman’s stifling body heat; it was through pure courage that she swallowed her disgust. Fortunately, she was taller than Kiel, so her face was spared Ultea’s bosom.

“You are welcome in my arms whenever you wish.”

Her breasts squished against Claudia. With no corset, Claudia could feel the soft roundness of them. Ultea was even more voluptuous than she looked. Released at last, Claudia slumped against the workbench trying to even her breathing, just like Kiel had done.

Ultea giggled. “My, how innocent you both are.”

It’s not innocence. It’s exhaustion from being forced into something I tried to refuse. Claudia was tempted to say as much but held her tongue. Nothing good would come from souring the chieftess’s mood.

“I assume you figured it out from looking,” said Ultea, “but this is our dispensary, where we create our medicine. Everything I produce on the workbench here is either used by the villagers as needed or shipped out for sale.” She gathered a handful of dried herbs as she spoke. “I am the one who makes the medicine, but the villagers assist with processing. That’s why we all wear brown.” The herbs leaked brown fluid, which stained if they weren’t dried beforehand. “We reasoned it was better to wear the same color so it wouldn’t stand out too much.”

Even their wardrobe was determined by the medicine they created—such was its importance.

I wonder if she’s so desensitized that she considers the aphrodisiac and hypnotic a normal part of life too, Claudia thought. Such drugs fetched high prices on the black market, but the villagers lived very modestly with little excess. I suppose it’s possible they’re hiding their wealth somehow. But the village kept itself isolated from the outside world. What use would the people here have for material luxury?

It seems much more likely to me that the money is being funneled to Cardinal Nigel. Nigel wouldn’t associate himself with the village if there wasn’t some benefit. A hypnotic to brainwash people would certainly be convenient, though nothing suggested he had used anything like that on Nina. Instead, he had manipulated her circumstances to extort her. That might mean this hypnotic isn’t fully effective.

Regardless, Claudia needed more information. Her eyes met Kiel’s, and they nodded; they appeared to be on the same page. The two of them linked hands, excused themselves, and climbed the stairs back to the chapel, a scatter of dried leaves crunching beneath their shoes.

Chapter 16:
The Chieftess Rejoices

“AH, THIS IS WONDERFUL.” The words fell from Ultea’s lips, infused with almost maniacal passion as she thought of Claudia and Kiel.

Claudia was a symbol of abundance with her lustrous, wavy black hair. Her blue eyes reminded Ultea of the spring in their forest, shining with life. Her body hadn’t fully matured, but she was shapely enough to stimulate men’s sexual appetites. She was exactly what the village wanted. Her breasts were pert and full, her bottom perfectly plump. Then there were her legs, thin and supple. Every inch of her was the embodiment of beauty, down to the tips of her perfectly manicured nails. The village hadn’t intended to bring her into their midst, but after seeing Claudia in person, Ultea was convinced. This had to be a divine blessing.

“We are meant to make her one of us.”

Even if Claudia doubted them at first, her way of thinking would change as soon as she underwent the ceremony. Not even a duke’s daughter was impervious. She would become more obedient once it was done, and even if the powers that be tried to bring the villagers to account for abducting her, Claudia would protect them. In fact, with Claudia on their side, there would be no crime to charge them with. Soon she won’t be able to live without me. She snickered gleefully at the idea of Claudia’s fall from grace.

Ultea couldn’t wait for Kiel to reach adulthood. He had gentle features and emerald eyes full of determination. He was still only a child, so he wouldn’t be able to take part in the ceremony. Ultea’s heart thrummed with anticipation. How might those eyes, so clear and pure, darken and muddy the longer he stayed among them? It was an enormous boon to have gained those two.

Nonetheless, they had a problem. The face of the young man who’d mistaken Cardinal Nigel’s words popped into Ultea’s head. “I suppose I will have to dispose of him soon,” she muttered to herself.

Young men were a valuable resource in the village, which was why she had given him the benefit of the doubt for so long.

“It’s a shame. He’s so eager at night, and there are parts of him I find adorable.” But she couldn’t dote on him forever; it risked damaging the village order. As a parting gift, she would wait until after Claudia’s ceremony to remove him. “He should at least make himself useful before he leaves us.”

Ultea reached out and caressed the large jar in front of her. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I won’t let your sacrifice be in vain.” Her gaze was affectionate as it swept over the other jars lined on the shelves by the wall. She had all of them to thank for the improved effectiveness of their medicine. Their contributions helped maintain the happiness of the other villages.

“Rest assured, you’ll have a new companion soon enough.” She pulled the jar into her arms, patting it reassuringly like a mother might do with her baby.

Unfortunately, losing one villager meant they would need a replacement. Children took time to mature into adults, after all.

It really hurt us when the cardinal was driven from the country. His information network had been integral in determining places to target and people to abduct. He’d been familiar enough with the nation’s geography to pinpoint exactly where to establish new settlements, based on which local resources were available for their medicine. Further, his protection had helped them survive so long without outside interference.

Cardinal Nigel’s recommendations had inspired her to increase the number of test subjects, which allowed her to improve the product, increasing its potency.

At first, the herbs they used only seemed useful for creating an analgesic, but she soon discovered that if she tweaked the process, they could be used for an aphrodisiac or a hypnotic instead. This brought in enough money that they never had to worry about starving. Their people risked exposure to poison if they left the village, but by performing ceremonies regularly, they could purify their bodies.

The concept of trading medicine initially confused the villagers, but they all saw the benefit before long. Nigel was the one who’d guided them down this path, and they had been supporting him financially ever since, while retaining a portion of the funds for themselves. They needed the village to prosper if they were going to continue bringing people into their midst.

“I hope his answer comes quickly.”

Ultea couldn’t make a final decision about Claudia on her own. Nigel had warned them to stay away from the duke’s daughter, but since he had also expressed interest in her, it only made sense to seek his input. Renault had volunteered to be their messenger because he felt personally responsible. Assuming his journey went smoothly, he would return by the morrow.

As Nigel was no longer within the country, they couldn’t contact him directly. He’d appointed someone else to act as a representative for his interests. The villagers had been instructed to contact this representative if they needed anything and heed his judgment.

Personally, I want to make her one of us. Claudia’s presence alone would bring more life into the village. Ultea was keen to groom Claudia into her successor.

After checking their stock of herbs, Ultea left the room. She sensed someone in the dispensary. When she peeked inside, Claudia and Kiel were inspecting the room with unrestrained curiosity.

I’m sure everything must seem new and strange to them, given that they aren’t accustomed to our ways yet. Ultea knew that they’d been wandering around exploring the village since breakfast. If they were searching for a way to escape, she wanted to tell them it was a waste of time. But they were clever enough; they would figure that out for themselves.

Ultea had already posted villagers to stand guard. The only places not under surveillance were the chapel and the forest, both areas with no escape. There wasn’t much a delicate woman and a child could do to fend off the villagers anyway.

Claudia and Kiel still hadn’t noticed her in the doorway. Feeling mischievous, Ultea crept up behind Claudia.

“The medicine we produce here is a village specialty,” she said.

The way Claudia flinched brought a grin to Ultea’s face. Both Claudia and Kiel stared at her, wide-eyed. Kiel’s expression was particularly innocent, and she couldn’t help scooping him into her arms.

This is the perfect opportunity to see how mature his body is. Maybe he’s already a man and we simply haven’t realized. Children didn’t mature overnight, of course, but they did sometimes hit those adult milestones without anyone noticing. And it was those milestones that they had to keep a careful watch for—hence, having all the children live together in a dormitory.

Ultea slipped her hands toward his lower body, groping between his legs. Blood rushed to Kiel’s face. Her smile deepened at his reaction. There was no sign that he had reached that adult milestone yet. Then I was right. He’s still a bit too young. We’ll just have to wait for him to get a little older.

While she was at it, she pulled Claudia in her arms too. Her reaction had been similarly enjoyable, making Ultea’s heart pound. Ah, I can’t wait to have a taste of her. Desire was building within her.

Now was the perfect opportunity to teach the two of them a bit more about the village. Once she finished telling them about the purpose of this building, she watched the two of them link hands and leave.

Ultea checked on the inventory in the room and then extinguished the lanterns. She had plans that evening, so she wouldn’t be returning to the chapel. She carried only a personal lantern to light her way as she climbed the stairs.

“Oh dear. Someone must have been up to mischief.”

There was a sprinkling of dried leaves at the top of the stairs that hadn’t been there when she came in. No doubt the children had pulled another prank on Claudia and Kiel. As much as Ultea wished they would clean up after themselves, it could wait until tomorrow morning. She smiled to herself, remembering how Claudia and Kiel had chased after the kids before. Many adults reacted with irritation when the children played pranks on them, but Claudia and Kiel had enjoyed themselves. Perhaps they would adapt quickly to life here.

Yes. This must be a sign of the divine guiding us. She offered up a prayer at the altar before leaving the chapel.

Chapter 17:
The Villainess Meets the Village Girls

THAT NIGHT, KIEL AND CLAUDIAwere back in their room at the couple’s house. Kiel had his arms crossed over his chest, deep in thought. “I’m suspicious of the chapel basement,” he said.

“So am I,” Claudia agreed.

They had been able to investigate the dispensary a bit before the chieftess arrived, but there’d been nothing amiss. The analgesic was definitely processed there, but there was no sign of an aphrodisiac or a hypnotic. Yet Claudia was certain the answers they sought were in there somewhere.

Kiel shared her opinion. They waited until the couple was fast asleep and then snuck out of the house. Torches were burning outside, but only in certain parts of the village—mainly the entrance and the stables. They obviously wanted the light sources to keep watch for Claudia or Kiel trying to make a run for it.

The two of them had to feel around through the darkness to find their way. They couldn’t risk a lantern for fear of drawing attention to themselves. And so they crept along, careful not to make any noise. Claudia’s heart thundered in her chest with impatience at their slow pace, but everything would be for naught if the villagers discovered them.

She thought they were being cautious until they rounded a corner and nearly slammed into someone. Both she and Kiel gasped and slapped their hands over their mouths. The other person did the same. Squinting through the darkness, Claudia was stunned to realize who it was. Aila?

Aila wasn’t carrying a lantern either. Much like Claudia and Kiel, she had been sneaking around. That was why they hadn’t sensed her coming. But why would she—a villager—be creeping around in the dark?

“Miss Dee?” Aila whispered. “Is Kiel with you too?”

“Yes. He’s here,” Claudia answered, voice low. It took a moment for her to notice that there were a couple of other girls standing behind Aila.

“Actually, we were coming to talk to you,” Aila said.

Claudia turned her attention back to Aila, blinking. “Me?”

“This isn’t a good place to discuss this. Follow me.”

Aila beckoned her along and slid through the shadows, leading them to the entrance of the forest. Here, they were far enough from the rest of the houses to avoid eavesdroppers. For extra security, Aila crouched in the undergrowth and motioned for the others to do the same. Better to decrease the chances of anyone finding them.

“I don’t think Kiel will be forced to do a ceremony yet, so I mainly want to warn you, Miss Dee.”

“I assume you mean the ceremony meant to purify us of poison?”

Aila’s nose wrinkled. “There is no poison! It’s a complete lie!” Claudia had only hoped to press the girl for answers, but Aila exploded with pent-up rage.

One of the girls beside Aila pressed her palm over Aila’s mouth. “Quiet! They’ll hear you!”

“Sorry,” Aila muttered to her two friends. When she turned her head back toward Claudia, her face was tight with panic. “I meant what I said, though. There is no poison. If there was, then we’d have shown symptoms by now.”

“That’s because, um…” one of the girls began, then stopped.

“Because all three of us and our parents came from outside the village,” Aila supplied. She went on to explain that they had been living in squalor when one of the villagers reached out to them, promising that they could live more comfortably if they moved here—with better food, clothing, and shelter. Their parents had jumped on the opportunity. “And since they were supposedly ‘infected’ with this poison, they had to do this ceremony. They’ve been…weird ever since.”

“What do you mean by ‘weird’?” asked Claudia. Aside from their odd beliefs, Aila’s parents seemed perfectly normal.

“They space out a lot, like they’re in a daze. But that’s not even the strangest part.” Aila glanced at one of her friends.

The girl’s face fell. Her lips trembled, pressed tight like she carried an unbearable weight on her shoulders. “It’s…my mom,” she said haltingly. “She had a baby, but she said she doesn’t know who the dad is.”

“It’s not just her either. No one knows who the fathers are of any kids born here. Everyone just says they’re ‘a blessing from the ceremony,’” Aila added.

Oh dear. Claudia wanted to put her head in her hands but resisted.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Aila said, seeking validation. “I mean, their husbands should be the dads, right?”

Claudia wasn’t sure if the girls fully understood the implication of the fathers being unknown.

The girl who’d shared her story began sobbing, her shoulders quaking. Claudia leaned forward, holding the girl in her arms. “It’s all right,” she promised. “There’s nothing for you to be scared of. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Aila’s friend continued weeping, squeaking out between her tears, “Tonight…my dad went to the chieftess’s house. I-I heard him and my mom talking…”

“He went to her house?”

When the girl could no longer speak through her tears, Aila answered for her. “The chieftess sometimes invites one or two people to her home, and whatever they do, it’s similar to the ceremony.” She gritted her teeth. It was clear from Aila’s reaction that she understood that her parents were being unfaithful to each other. Claudia knew better than most that a parent betraying their marriage cut deep.

“Village of happiness, what nonsense,” Claudia growled, remembering what the chieftess had said when she welcomed them. That was what she’d called it—the village of happiness. “As if this place isn’t what’s causing people pain.”

It made her heart ache, especially because there was nothing she could immediately do about it. Her whole body vibrated with emotion. It vexed her how powerless she was—powerless to help them, powerless to resist her own capture.

The girl’s tears dried up at Claudia’s words. “So you…you believe us?” she croaked, peering up into Claudia’s eyes.

“Of course I do. I believe you completely.”

This time, Aila was the one whose eyes glistened with tears—not of distress but of relief.

“I’m so glad!” Aila cried out. “So we really aren’t crazy.” The way she acted suggested that she and her friends had lost confidence, gaslit daily by the other villagers. They had begun to believe that they were the ones in the wrong. By the teachings of the village, what they were saying was heresy. Claudia was proud of them for holding strong and trusting their gut despite the pressure to conform.

“You did well to stay strong for so long,” Claudia told them. She couldn’t imagine how many times they must have come close to breaking.

Fat tears rolled down Aila’s cheeks, and her shoulders slumped with relief. Claudia had given them the affirmation they longed for. “But, Miss Dee, if you do the ceremony, you’ll start acting weird too.”

“She’s right!” said one of the other girls. “You have to leave!”

To Claudia’s surprise, they shared that they had been searching for a way to escape the village themselves.

“At nighttime, after the adults watching us are fast asleep, it’s easy to sneak out of the dorm,” said Aila. They did their assigned duties during the day, but they slipped out at night, unbeknownst to the rest of the villagers. That was partly how they found out about their parents’ infidelity. “As long as we stay away from the torches, we can go wherever we want.”

“But the village only has one exit, right?” Claudia asked. If they had to escape, there was no way to avoid the light of the torches there.

“Yeah. That’s why I figured I could snuff them out.” Aila went on to explain that they could help Claudia escape that way: the villagers on watch would be too busy apprehending Aila and her conspirators to notice. These girls were willing to sacrifice themselves for her. “But if we do, you have to tell people outside that there’s something seriously wrong with this place.”

Claudia could tell they’d racked their brains to come up with this plan, but she couldn’t accept their sacrifice. She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?!” Aila demanded. “I thought you knew there was something wrong here!”

“That’s not the part I take issue with,” Claudia told her calmly. She understood that they would probably need Aila and her friends’ help to leave. There was no way to escape without some kind of distraction. “I refuse to let you girls sacrifice yourselves.”

Aila clenched her fists. “We don’t have time! You need to get out of here and get help!” Her voice was strained with emotion.

“It’s because I’m an adult now,” one of the other girls chimed in. Her body was more developed than Aila and the others.

“Oh, did you have your birthday recently?” asked Claudia.

The three girls appeared to be around the same age, but some people looked younger than others. Maybe she was actually older than she appeared.

“No,” said the girl. “I’ve had my courses for the first time. When that happens to a girl, or when a boy has his first nocturnal emission, then they’ve become an adult in the village. That’s why they have us live together, so we can’t hide it.”

Claudia remembered the woman she saw laundering their clothes that morning. She must have been checking their underwear to see if any of the children had reached one of those milestones. It had seemed so innocent at the time—just an everyday chore. It was hard to believe there was such a dark purpose behind it. Claudia suddenly found it hard to breathe now that it was all sinking in.

“Once you’ve done your ceremony, I think mine is next,” the girl went on. “The villagers always ‘celebrate’ whenever one of us becomes an adult.”

Claudia’s blood might have run cold at that point, if not for the warmth of Kiel holding her hand. It stunned her that the village would make such a young girl participate in a ceremony where women could wind up pregnant without knowing who the father was. A girl’s first courses and a boy’s nocturnal emissions were natural parts of maturing, but they did not indicate someone was an adult.

Is that why she was groping Kiel in the dispensary? To see if he was an adult by their standards? Claudia was glad she had interrupted when she did. At the same time, she was shocked by the chieftess’s audacity to do such a thing to him.

“I don’t want to do the ceremony!” the girl cried. “I don’t want a baby!”

“I won’t let them put you through that,” Claudia promised her. It was hard to get the words out. She was so disgusted by everything she’d learned that her throat felt like it was closing up. Her head pounded, heat concentrating in her temples as fury coursed through her. “I swear to you, here and now, I will not let them perform one more ceremony.”

The cycle of misery would end here.

Kiel, who had been listening quietly the entire time, said, “I agree. We’re going to stop this.” His voice carried such conviction in it that the girls looked instantly relieved.

Claudia tried to soften her expression, offering them a kind smile. “Yes, you can be sure help is coming.”

“Really?!”

Sylvester already knew there was a village to the north. Helen would tell him everything she’d learned from Kiel, and he would send out a rescue party.

“That’s why the safest thing to do is wait,” Claudia told them.

“But you can’t do the ceremony!” Aila protested.

“I agree,” she said. “If they settle on a date, we’ll have no choice but to run.”

“It’ll be tomorrow night at the earliest,” Aila said. “Renault—one of the guys in the village—took our fastest horse. I think they’re talking with someone on the outside.”

Right then, Claudia pictured a man with silver-streaked blond hair and blue eyes. Cardinal Nigel was banished from Harland. Could they really contact him so easily?

“Whoever it is, they’ve been communicating with this person for a while. It’s who they were telling about Kiel. If nothing goes wrong, Renault should be back tomorrow morning.”

“But you said it will take place at night, yes?” Claudia clarified.

Aila nodded. “Yeah. You’ll have to spend the day purifying your body. Once the sun goes down, you’ll go to the chieftess’s house with the rest of the villagers. That’s when it starts.”

“Were you really planning to help me escape? Before we ever even spoke to each other?”

Aila frowned at Claudia. “If we waited until tomorrow night, it would be too late!”

So what she said earlier about snuffing out the torches hadn’t been a spur-of-the-moment suggestion. Aila and her friends had formulated a plan well ahead of time to give Claudia a chance to get away before her ceremony. They’d resolved themselves to face whatever consequences arose, snuck out of their dormitory, and come to find her.

Claudia’s heart swelled with emotion. I cannot let their good intentions go to waste. That was why she had refused Aila’s proposal.

“I’ve already said as much, but we can’t carry out your plan. You would be punished for your involvement, wouldn’t you?”

Aila avoided meeting her eyes. “But…”

“Let’s think of another way. For that, I’ll need any information you can give us. Would you be willing to trust us and help us out?”

Aila was impatient. She didn’t want to risk waiting, but when she realized Claudia wasn’t giving up, she was quick to agree. There was a glimmer in her eyes that shone even brighter after speaking with Claudia.

“We’ll trust you,” Aila said. “And we’ll help out!” Judging by the looks in the other two girls’ eyes, they seemed equally determined.

“Thank you,” Claudia said to them with a smile. She straightened up, standing tall with her shoulders back, wanting them to see her resolve. “I swear I will save you all. There’s no need for you to live in fear anymore.” She wouldn’t let anyone harm them. “I may not look it, but I have more power than the chieftess.”

Aila and her friends had no idea that Claudia was the daughter of a duke, but they had still planned to sacrifice themselves if it meant freeing her to find help for all of them. They deserved better. Claudia would make sure their efforts weren’t in vain.

Chapter 18:
The Anxious Village Girl Discovers a Goddess

“AILA, DON’T CAUSE TROUBLE,” her mother told her.

“I’m not ‘causing trouble,’” Aila huffed back at her.

“You’re letting outside beliefs confuse you. I realize you haven’t been purified yet, so I suppose you can’t help it, but you can’t be spreading it to the other children.”

Aila rolled her eyes. “There’s no such thing as poison in the first place! If there was, how come I have no symptoms?!”

Her mother gave a beleaguered sigh. “There you go, yelling again. Now there’s your symptom.”

“No, it’s not! Mom, why won’t you listen to me?”