Chapter 13

Senyu River was a large river running through Kyrisis, the capital city of the Kingdom of Kyris. It’s name had also been used for one of the buildings within the Royal Grounds and it flowed diagonally through the city.

(T/N I’ve decided I’m going to use ‘Royal Grounds’ for the royal family’s residences because it’s not just one palace, its a collection of palaces and pavilions so it makes more sense)

The Royal Grounds were located to the northeastern and central parts of the river and the royal road, which went from the main gate in the southwest of Kyris, crossed the Senyu River and continued to the Royal Grounds.

After Hatusara’s death and after Sispanian departed, it was the construction of the royal road that revived the Kingdom which had stagnated. It stretched from Kyrisis and connected to many major cities, it was considered an extremely important part of the kingdom’s infrastructure that had revived Kyris.

Clop clop, clop clop

(T/N- How do you guys feel about these onomatopeyas? I’ve been trying to translate korean onomatopeyas to make it more familiar to english speaking audiences but tbh they’re really awkward – might leave them out entirely idk)

On that royal road, two wagons, one pristine white, and one glistening black – were headed to the Royal Grounds.

The carriages that ran side by side both boasted extravagant appearances, with large glass windows and shiny exteriors coated with pearl powder.

The difference was that one was decorated with golden leaves on a white background the other other was decorated with nacre on a black background.

Nacre, also known as ‘Mother-of-pearl’ was highly converted in Kyris as despite it being the largest kingdom on the continent, Kyris did not have access to the sea. Pearls could be formed in freshwater so they were not difficult to obtain, but mussels, which were used to make nacre were – and so in Kyris, the price of nacre was even more than that of gold.

The man who was sitting in the white carriage had his gaze fixed on the black carriage next to them. There was a sense of discomfort in having his carriage travel side by side with the black one in all its extravagance and he clicked his tongue,

“Look at that, that is what you call a rolling mound of money- is the frivolousness not excessive?”

The butler, who had been sitting on his perch at the front of the carriage heard the remark and looked over at the window,

‘He’s saying that like golden leaves are cheap – is it time to be criticising others about their frivolousness?’ the butler thought.

If the owner of the white carriage had not brought with him shoes embedded with diamonds imported from Tensil – then the butler would not have thought such a thing.

On the outer wall of the white carriage, there was a painted crest of a Griffin wiedling a sharp sword – it was the crest of the Brissen; the family of Queen Silica and the man who brought with him diamond-embedded shoes, Viscount Lennon Brissen, the second son of the Marquis of Brissen.

“Is it the Siegfried’s carriage? No, there’s no way elephants that are only big in size would be so ostentatious,”

The elephants of Kyris was a term describing the Seigfreid family – that had never coveted the throne but had the power to do so – they were formidable enough that no one could touch them – which is why they were named elephants, one of the biggest herbivores even lions would hesitate to mess with.

However now that he had crossed the Siegfrieds off the list, Lennon could not bear his curiosity and asked again,

“What kind of man is it that would throw away so much money on a carriage?” There were no other families in Kyris apart from the Brissens and the Siegfrieds who had the means to own a carriage like that.

“I just saw it coming out of Teinansha street. The crest is on the other side, so I am unable determine which family’s carriage it might be-”


“Yes, that’s where the mages gather,” Lennon frowned at the butler who had explained things kindly to him.

“Do you think I asked because I didn’t know? Why are you so slow?”

Lennon said something that would have made Calian and Silica mock and laugh at him if they had heard to shut the butler up before once again pulling back the curtains on the large window to look out at the black carriage.

However there was a thick closed curtain on the black carriage’s window so there was no way of knowing who was sitting inside.

“Was there anyone with such wealth among the magicians?”

“Should we move to the other side and look at the family crest?”

“Do it,” Lennon nodded, and the butler gave the order to the carriage driver.

The white carriage slowed down, allowed the black carriage to go ahead of them, then picked up speed again towards its left side.

Lennon quickly moved his hand to peek through the curtains of the window and caught a glimpse of the crest.

“That crest is complicated. What’s that, flowers? One, two…”

The carriage moved a little further forward, allowing him to see the crest more clearly and when he saw it properly, Lennon rubbed his eyes hard.

“Am I seeing this right?” he said disbelievingly.

Then the butler looked at the crest outside and spoke kindly again.

“Seven red flowers and a silver wand, My Lord.”

“You think I don’t know that? Shut your mouth!”

Seven red flowers, a silver wand! Impossible!

“Haaa. I’m crazy. How could he be here? Why is he going to the palace?” Lennon muttered to himself frantically.

The butler didn’t know who the crest belonged to, and he had been silenced by his master, so the butler just stared ahead.

Meanwhile, the two carriages also passed through the streets of Anansha, home to the nobility. And soon, the other nobles heard of the extravagant black carriage headed to the royal palace.

“A vine of red flowers around a silver wand?”

The nobles, who heard of the crest carved on the outer wall of the carriage, sent their servants to check up on the rumours.

Then, when the servants came back to confirm that there was indeed such a crest on the side of the carriage, the nobles said, one by one, after the other, “You must be seeing it wrong.”

No way.

“What reason could Alan Manasil have to come to Kyris?” they would say, and smile calmly – even as they dropped everything they were doing that day and made the preparations to head to the Royal Grounds.

The third day of the festival.

Arriving at the palace with the gaze and attention of many nobles, Alan presented the invitation with the King’s seal and stepped into the open doors of the palace. It was no longer necessary to check whether the threshold of the closed door was high or low.

Alan’s crest on the outerwall of the black nacre carriage was clearly visible from a distance, thus the chief of staff who had heard the news from frantic nobles came hurriedly to inform Rumein.

“Your Majesty, it seems that Alan Manasil has come to visit.”

Rumein halted on the spot.

Alan Manasil was one of three 7th-circle mages in the whole continent. However, unlike the other two, he was a haughty man of talent who refused to settle down in one country.

Rumein, too, recognised the sheer amount of power that the mage’s name held. After all, it was not an exaggeration for Calian to conclude that he would earn his right to fight for the throne if he had Alan on his side.

“Bring him to my study right away,” commanded Rumein, This was the same man who was reigning over a country that took up half the continent and therefore could not waste any second of the day – who wasn’t so much as willing to sacrifice five minutes for the princes.
As a result, Alan was able to continue his journey all the way to Arpia Palace—where Rumein awaited—in his fancy carriage without having to switch over to the palace’s small carriage.

He arrived at the stairs leading to the entrance of the palace at exactly 9:30am – as though it had been his plan from the beginning.

There were many noblemen gathered in front of Arpia Palace: palace clerks who were unhurriedly reporting to Narsil Pavillion thanks to the late start of the day during the celebration, ambassadors who were returning to Rubia Pavillion after sharing breakfast with the foreign affairs minister, and even those who were about to leave after meeting the King.

Thus, many noblemen were able to witness the silent arrival of the black nacre carriage that would soon bring turmoil to Kyris.

“Isn’t that Alan Manasil’s crest?”

“Well… I did hear that his contract with Rivern was over.”

“But why is he in Kyris? Both his mind and his body would be more at ease if he continued to stay in Rivern.”

“There’s no way that he would’ve been at ease, after going through something like that. If it weren’t for his ties to the King of Rivern, he would’ve left a long time ago.”

“Huh? Oh, right… I forgot about that.”

The door of the carriage opened, and the crowd halted their discussion regarding Alan’s purpose of visit.

The mage slowly dismounted the carriage as if he had been waiting for the crowd to fall silent.

His hair, that began silver and slowly gradianted into red, glistened under the sun and the noblemen’s mouths gaped open as they confirmed that the man was indeed none other than Alan Manasil.

Alan looked around slowly. The tattered robe he wore on the first day was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he wore a red robe, embroidered with an emblem that symbolised his status as a 7th-circle mage.

His keen eyes gleamed coldly, and an pompous smile settled onto his lips.

A middle-aged man approached him and greeted him with respect.

“It is our greatest pleasure to have you, Sir Manasil. My name is Raul Hart, and I serve His Majesty as his grand chamberlain. His Majesty is awaiting your visit; please allow me to take you to him.”

The crowd stirred once again as Rumein’s intentions of sending the grand chamberlain himself was clear.

Alan, of course, was accustomed to receiving such a welcome wherever he went. He nodded and followed the chamberlain into the palace as though this was simply another day.

“Do you think he’s actually planning to stay in Kyris?”

“If not, why would he be here? There’s no way that the famous Alan Manasil would have just visited to wish His Majesty happy birthday only to leave right away.”

The nobles were swept up in various speculations.

It was to be expected. Alan Manasil had come to visit Rumein, who was practically under Silica’s thumb.

They had to prepare themselves for the result that his visit would bring to this country.


“This way, sir.”

Alan stepped into the hallway and ensured that there was nobody around him, the corners of his lips spasming ever so slightly as he fixed his eyes on the back of Raul’s head. He had remembered his new student grinning as they parted.

“You must arrive at exactly 9:30 in the morning. Through the ‘open gates’, of course.”

To keep his promise, Alan wore the burdensome robe awarded to him by the Mages’ Union that he had never worn before and mounted the large carriage that was gifted to him by the King of Rivern.

He had entered the palace through the wide-open gates. As Calian had intended, Alan had arrived just when numerous noblemen were gathered around Arpia Palace.

Alan smiled discreetly. ‘Seems like my dear student is planning to let the world know that he now has me by his side.’

The door to Rumein’s study opened. When Alan stepped inside, Rumein was sitting on his sofa that was used for greeting guests. This time, he was not holding anything.

“Alan Manasil.” Alan greeted Rumein using the same facial expression and tone of voice as when he greeted Calian.

Rumein acknowledged him by giving a slight nod. Unlike Calian, he knew that Alan was much older than himself despite looking very young and was not taken aback.

“Yes. Come and take a seat.” Rumein pointed at the couch across from him, and Alan did not refuse. The mage sat down and faced Rumein. While Rumein gazed at Alan with his deep eyes and organised his thoughts.

Alan picked up the cup in front of him and sipped some tea.

“I was informed of what happened on the first day. I would like to formally apologise.”

“First day…” muttered Alan before smiling gently. “What do you owe me an apology for, Your Majesty?”

Rumein narrowed his eyes. The meaning behind Alan’s words wasn’t quite as gentle as his smile.

What happened at the palace gates was merely the guard being discourteous, and he had expected Alan to understand that his apology was referring to the guard’s rudeness.

Yet, Alan was asking about this quite straightforward story. It was clear that he wanted to know how much Rumein knew about this event.

“I was only told that your reason for visiting was unclear. I did not hear anything from the third prince.”

As Duke Slayman had anticipated, Rumein didn’t ask Calian anything.

To be exact, he couldn’t ask anything.

Therefore, all Rumein knew was that Calian had chased after Alan who was enraged by the guard’s attitude and was about to turn back.

“If so, there is nothing that you must apologise for. I had a pleasant conversation with the prince and was offered an explanation as to what happened in front of the gates. I suppose it would be more accurate to say that I was scolded for nitpicking at the guards… in any case, things have been resolved now.”

Rumein’s eyes filled up with questions. He wondered if he had just heard correctly about Calian scolding Alan.

Before Rumein could ask anything, Alan continued.

“Is there an estate in Kyris that I may reside in, Your Majesty?”

Rumein’s head spun as Alan jumped right to his point.

Did you guys see the novel updates website, my translations were pushed all the way to the bottom because of a copied translation from 2020 that had already been discontinued – I was so upset, I am way too narcissistic to not be at the top of the list.

Anyway, let me know what you think!

Published by Tani

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3 thoughts on “Chapter 13

  1. Yay!!! A new chapter! Thank you so much for the translations!

    I love this scene of Alan with Rumein, looking forward to the next chapter.

    As for the onomatopoeia, I think it’s good to translate them if you’re able to since you’d stay faithful to the original work, but it’s also true that they don’t add a lot to the story lol

    I do want to say that, at least for me, TL notes in the middle of the chapter break immersion, so I’d appreciate if they were at the end of the chapter, or like footnotes, if that makes sense. But of course it’s your translation so it’s up to you!

    Thanks again for the chapters, I’m really really glad someone is working on this story, really!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for the feedback!! I’ll try avoiding putting T/Ls unless they add to understanding the story but as for onomatopoeias I’m going to try leaving them out for a few chapters just to see if it makes the story flow better – if it doesn’t then I’ll start putting them back in

      I really appreciate comments like this, they help my indecisive ass make decisions lol

      Thanks for reading


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