Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Translator: Yonnee

Rosteratu passed between the soldiers surrounding the tower, sauntering proudly.

He was greatly looking forward to killing Albert, but his complexion was not good. Death-like shadows loomed upon his face.

He still couldn't escape the remnants of that nightmare. Still unbalanced, he dreamt every single night of Albert cutting his throat. The act of sleeping soon became something he feared.

He had already killed Marquis Evnen. As for the nobles who could be colluding with Albert, they were either killed or framed with false criminal charges. Albert was trapped in that tower, was unable to do anything and was practically reduced to the position of a slave, but Rosteratu's fears still would not disappear.

In order to break this curse, Albert had to be killed.

After today, all those nightmares would cease.

Looking around, Rosteratu admired the sheer number of people he had gathered. Most of those present here were commoners, whose lives were so inconsequential that it wouldn't matter if they died. There were even some who completely believed the fake rumors about Albert, and they were all prepared to give their lives for the greater mission of punishing that devil, Albert.

If Rosteratu were to be honest, the number of people he had gathered was smaller than he first expected because of the rumors that Albert would wage a coup d'état, and the general public's opinion on the king was still heavily negative. The time was also crucial, and the current situation brought much strife as well.

Discontent amid the people was growing due to the ongoing drought and due to the taxes being raised this year. Rosteratu had blamed it all on Albert—as long as there's someone to blame, Rosteratu could evade criticism.

This, too, was the reason why Albert was kept alive all this time in the tower. He was a good sacrificial lamb to take on all of the king's problems.

…As long as the prince wouldn't dare try to come for the king's neck, that is.

Rosteratu plopped down on a luxurious sofa prepared just for him. The velvet sofa amidst a battalion of soldiers created a disconnected image. Lounging on that sofa, Rosteratu's eyes gleamed with greed as he recalled all of the reports of Albert's suffering.

He was so excited about the possibility that the prince had already lost his mind in that tower, after having been subjected to all kinds of humiliation that the maid had put him under.

“Take down the tower's barrier.”

He ordered Mercy, the lord of the magic tower.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Mercy took out a gem that could take down the spell that was covering the entire spire. With almost all of the mages beheaded now—or at least, Rosteratu knew that they had been injured and incapacitated—the gem that was filled with the magic power of many mages floated in the air as commanded by Mercy's wand.

“Unlock.”

Crack! The gem cracked into pieces with a loud sound. A buzz could be heard coming from the tower.

The strange noise seemed to sound like the waves of the sea one moment, but it soon changed to a sound that was reminiscent of glass breaking. At that moment, the barrier spell surrounding the entire tower was released.

The soldiers put on their helmets to protect their heads and they clutched their weapons tightly. Those who were armed with bows aimed their arrows at the door of the tower. Each arrowhead was coated with deadly poison, so even just a single graze could kill a person.

All preparations were now complete.

“Then, who will go in and drag out the prince?”

At Rosteratu's pompous, haughty tone, the people around him murmured amongst themselves. Still, there was not one person who easily volunteered to do it.

Compared to staying outside with many other people, going into the small tower and personally bringing Albert outside was tantamount to suicide. It's true that they were prepared to risk their lives, but they weren't fearless. Especially since their opponent was the prince who they knew was a devil.

“Your Majesty, I…”

Adrian, the commander of the Order of the Eagle, stepped forward. However, Rosteratu shook his head firmly. There was no reason to take the risk and sacrifice the knight commander only to barely manage to drag Albert out there.

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So, Adrian stepped down and didn't insist because he also knew this. It was shameful, but he also didn't want to die.

'Oh, just in time…'

Mercy acknowledged the impeccable timing. Of course, she couldn't look suspicious about the matter of going inside the tower. Before Rosteratu was about to force someone else, she raised her hand just in time.

“Your Majesty, I will go.”

“…You, personally?”

Rosteratu's eyebrows shot up. He was doubting her intentions, but Mercy pressed on with a brazen expression.

“Because I think that this is a good opportunity for me to win Your Majesty's trust. I know and understand that you don't really trust the magic tower after the recent change of lords, that's why.”

Rosteratu quite liked it whenever people talked badly of themselves and raised him up instead. The vassals around him also considered this to be the best weapon. Rosteratu chuckled.

“You're precisely right.”

Honestly, this was a piece of cake to do. Since he was so preoccupied with the words that came out of people's lips, this meant that the only thing that's inside his brain was garbage.

'Just a little while now and this impotent scum's head'll be lopped off. That's what people can talk about.'

Inwardly painting a bleak future for Rosteratu in her mind, Mercy pretended to be deeply moved as she bowed to him.

“Even if this opportunity is what brings me to my demise, I want to show Your Majesty that I have pledged you my utmost loyalty.”

By bowing her head like this, she fortunately could keep her expression hidden.

“Then by all means.”

Rosteratu smugly allowed Mercy entrance to the tower, and so Mercy headed through the door. All her strength was used for trying to manage her expression.

“Everyone, get into position.”

Rosteratu told the soldiers that they should not relax, not even for a moment.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The soldiers shouted back their response. They aimed their arrows and clutched onto their swords and spears.

On either side of Rosteratu, the mages who had come with Mercy aimed their wands.

Mercy opened the door of the tower. However, the others couldn't see well inside.

Then, the door of the tower closed shut.

“S-Should we storm the entrance?”

“No, we're going to wait. She's not the lord of the magic tower for nothing.”

Rosteratu knew that Albert was a good swordsman and a mage, but the king believed that the prince was not going to be a match against the lord of the magic tower.

He expected that Mercy would come out soon, but as time went on, she had yet to show up again. Perhaps a fight had broken out inside.

Rosteratu slowly grew impatient. He didn't bring this many soldiers only to play a waiting game.

The narrow belief he had in the tower lord quickly ran out. He was thinking that she had already died.

Of course, the truth was that Mercy wasn't dead. She's just finishing up her breakfast in peace while looking around the tower. Today's breakfast was sujebi made with the few vegetables that were leftover in the pantry. The white noodle soup, which was tailored to Albert's tastes, was also something that Mercy liked very much.

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