Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Translator: Yonnee

Closing the door behind me, I looked back on Schubert's actions. Rather than a full-blooded aristocrat, my impression of him was more that he's a normal young man. But it was obvious that he grew up with a lot of love around him.

“…I guess Albert's just really handsome.”

Schubert was also handsome, but I wasn't too impressed by him. Though I was concerned about how our interactions would be later.

There were clothes for me on the bed that I could change into. Fortunately, the clothes didn't include undergarments and corsets that noblewomen used, but rather ordinary clothes made with thick fabric. They were something I could change into by myself.

Schubert's attitude towards me earlier. The clothes that were provided for me. The castle's attendants who wouldn't wait on me.

Albert didn't say it openly, but it was clear that Schubert knew who I was.

If I thought about it like that, it must have been intentional that he ignored me the first time we met.

At least his malice was understandable. I get why he looked down on me. Actually, I'm happy enough that he didn't insult me outright.

And to be honest, I didn't feel negatively about it either. Because Schubert was a 'person'—another person who I hadn't seen for a long time.

While inside the tower, Albert was the only one I could talk to, along with Blanc, though he wasn't actually human.

Humans were social beings. No matter how much of a homebody I was, there were times when I thirsted for human connection.

But it's not necessarily something I show. I knew that Albert was in the same situation as me, so he might also be hiding it from me.

Well, a young master who seems ignorant to the world was also cute.

“I wanna reeest…”

Blanc saw the bed and squirmed in my arms. The stress that had risen in me soon deflated the moment I saw Blanc's face.

“Okay. Wait right here.”

Placing Blanc down on the fluffy bed, I changed my clothes and returned.

The crackling sound of the fireplace was music to my ears. Perhaps because it was cold here in this region, but the room was mostly filled with the color red to contrast the cold snow.

A tapestry with a subtle combination of red and black. A monochrome red blanket that had both dull and brilliant shades. These reminded me of autumn.

I swept the curtains open and looked out the window.

It was still nighttime, but what I saw was white snow, so I could see outside better than I thought. There were torches and people standing guard around the castle.

The snow blew like there was a blizzard.

Somehow, it felt like Christmas because outside was full of white snow and inside was covered with red.

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When I talked to Schubert earlier, I realized what a rough little road I'll be threading in the future after I leave the tower.

As long as I was Rosé, people around me wouldn't see me in a good light.

If I thought about it like this, then the tower was like a magical place. I wouldn't have to worry about something like this. I could just live in the moment.

But that was something that couldn't be done in the real world.

As expected, it's dangerous outside. I closed the curtain again and went under the blanket, where Blanc snuggled into my arms. Now that I was under the blanket my body became warm as though I was covered in hand warmers.

I closed my eyes.

The sound firewood burning in the fireplace. A soft, warm dragon fledgling. A pleasant scent that lingers at the tip of my nose.

It's been such a long time since I've been this comfortable.

As the problems of the real world grew farther and farther away, I vividly imagined the good things instead once I leave the tower.

“Good things.”

For example, proper furniture, decorations, books that I'd need to fill my walls. The walls of the tower looked empty, so it's fun to imagine a densely decorated space.

I realized just how much I'd forgotten things outside the tower. How important some things were.

I want to go out. I don't want to go out.

Contradictory feelings coincided within me. However, a decision would need to be made fast—I need to acknowledge what's going on now so that I can move on to the future.

I can't run away from my problems for the rest of my life.

The plot will move forward one day.

And a lot will change the moment we get out of the tower.

I pictured a happy future after leaving the tower. I first thought of how I'd buy my own house, and I never thought I could do that in my life, so a smile naturally tugged on the corners of my lips. I won't have to worry about putting food on the table for the rest of my life.

“Blanc, where do you want to live?”

“A… gooood place.”

“What would you consider a good place?”

“Tower…”

“But I want to get out of the tower.”

Blanc seemed to like the magic power laced across the tower. Blanc tilted his head to the side.

“Buuut… What about your spouuuse…?”

I was taken aback.

What kind of scary word is that.

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