The Little Companion Of The Beast

Episode 9.

Suspicion that she might not come occasionally tried to invade her mind, but she firmly believed in Cassanna’s words that she would follow her. She couldn’t lose hope.

Even if it seemed hopeless, even if my heart kept beating anxiously, I had to believe. I had no choice but to believe. Because I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t believe even that.

Staria, who felt like she was going to cry, opened the window. When she opened her eyes, a dark sky was waiting for her. After the terrible experience, she had not even looked at it, but the stars were still shining in that spot.

‘There are a lot.’

My mother said that the more stars there are in the night sky, the deeper the darkness. On a starry night, no darkness can last, so the more difficulties and hardships pass, the greater the light of hope will shine.

‘But why does it feel like the darkness will continue?’

Since there is no mother to ask, I end up asking the air.

‘What if the light of hope fades?’

I often said this to the sky, and my mother said that it was a habit that I developed from the time I was babbling to talking to the stars.

‘bullshit.’

Of course, it would be impossible to communicate with stars. I tried talking to her, pretending to be fooled, but I never felt anything special. It was probably just something my doting mother made up. Just like the description of ‘that person’ was exaggerated.

That was when.

The still sky sparkled. To the south, where the light began to shine as if to tell me to look, was hanging the constellation Libra. It was a constellation that was created when the balance beam that the goddess of justice, Astraea, carried was lifted up.

Staria was the constellation that I loved so much, but not anymore.

‘Why did you just stay still?’

I knew that I had the wrong person to blame. But I didn’t apologize. The hurt child was too busy trying to figure out how to do it.

Staria closed the window and forced herself to go to sleep.

On a particularly lonely and desolate night, she had a dream.

***

The Cassio Empire, a nation built on the largest landmass on the continent.

The rapid development based on abundant resources brought enormous wealth. In particular, the capital, where science and magic coexisted, was the center of politics, culture, and power. The salon used as the secret residence of the 4th prince was also located in the center.

Hahaha.

Becky almost dropped the tray she was holding at the sound of frivolous laughter coming from beyond the threshold. Fortunately, she was able to enter the inner room without breaking her teacup. However, a sight that was incomparable to the laughter awaited her.

“Bounce your pelvis a little more… … Yes, yes, that’s right. You’re doing great.”

“like this?”

“Oh my, you’re so flexible. It’s unfair that you’re dancing better than me.”

“really?”

The woman that the wandering entertainer was applauding and praising was Nancy, who the 4th prince had secretly brought with him.

Becky, who had moved from a prestigious writer’s house, had no idea how to deal with her master, who was swinging her hips so seductively. Even though she was the government, Nancy was a woman who defied common sense.

Looking at her pretty appearance, she seemed like a young lady from a noble family, but her actions were no less than those of a commoner. Watching her, it was common to be shocked.

What kind of charm did she have that captivated the Fourth Prince? A pretty face? A voluptuous body? A free spirit? Or perhaps a foolish charm?

“I brought some refreshments.”

Whenever I asked him to buy all kinds of cookies, he didn’t even look at them when I finally bought them.

“Becky, how are you? Am I doing well?”

“Well, you’re doing well.”

“Will Lord Borhard be pleased?”

The way her buttocks swayed gently was quite erotic. Well, it would set men’s eyes on her, but I’m not sure about the 4th Prince.

I think he might have been angry. The reason was that the 4th prince’s mother had a sister who had left the palace and lived a free life. The sister was a wandering dancer who tried to seduce the emperor one day, but was caught and was killed by the empress.

One day, a certain count hired a dancer to teach the 4th prince about the joys that men should know, but she became a cripple who could never dance again. To that extent, dancing was a trigger for the 4th prince.

‘Should I stop this? Should I stop this?’

Becky finally decided to stop. The government position was one where you had to step down the moment your lover’s affection waned. If the government was fired, so was she. She didn’t want to go into job hunting again, so she wanted to stick to the salon.

Becky shared anecdotes with Nancy in a subtle way, but the landlady did not listen to her advice, but reacted as if she found it amusing.

“In return, should I tell you a story? Aren’t you curious about how Borhard and I met?”

“Suddenly?”

“Should I not do it?”

“Oh, no. Please do.”

“Okay. The prince and I.”

Their meeting took place in a season when the winds had died down, like a revelation from heaven.

Nancy had been thinking since she was a little older that God must have made a mistake when he created her. He must have blinked when he created her, giving her the beauty that would cause trouble and then having her born to parents who were nothing special.

The ego that had been resenting its bloodline reached its peak in a document discovered by chance. The beginning of the village was written on an ancient parchment.

[ The Prophet gave grace to our people, so we could look into the sky and listen to the stars. He gave us teachings and told us not to show off our talents until the time came. We asked when that would be. The Prophet answered, “When the sky chooses and the one chosen by the stars appears… … .”

At that moment, my head cleared and became clear.

‘It was me. I was the chosen one.’

He achieved stargazing in an instant, whereas others had to wait years to achieve it. His stargazing was comprehensive, accurate, and never wrong. No one was as good as he was.

The anger I felt whenever I saw the townspeople was justified. I couldn’t help but feel angry because they were advising and interfering with the real thing on a fake topic.

The most annoying thing was Staria’s mother, Cassanna, who had more influence than the village chief and had real power. Everyone bowed down to her and watched her every move.

‘I wish you wouldn’t be so friendly with my daughter.’

The moment she heard the inappropriate remark, Nancy vowed to herself that she would repay all the favors that had been bestowed upon her.

The gods must have agreed, because they let me meet Borhard, who had collapsed from dehydration.

If he had looked like a normal person, I would have pretended not to see him. But even though he was dressed like a tramp, his guilt was never hidden. Nancy brought water and poured it between his lips.

Borhard, who regained consciousness shortly afterwards, called her this.

‘Sister?’

It was clear that he had mistaken me for someone else, but he didn’t bother to correct me. It seemed like he wanted to remain in the illusion any longer.

‘I know that my sister is not a low-class woman. If I cut off the tongues of those who bring up my sister and make fun of her, will I be able to restore my sister’s honor? I would like to do so if I could… … But it will never end, right? What should I do?’

Nancy had to straighten up the tattered Borhard. If he was the prince who had come to save her, he had to be good. He had to be worthy of her and not be inferior to her.

‘You just have to get into a position where you can silence the world.’

‘Put the world under your feet? Impossible.’

‘If you embrace me, it’s possible.’

When Nancy finished telling her story, Becky was overcome with emotion.

“Oh my, oh my.”

If you’re thinking that perhaps the story isn’t all that impressive, you’d be right.

The story Becky heard was more like an adaptation of a fairy tale than a fairy tale. Except for the characters, it could be considered as something Nancy had made up.

Becky said she was envious of how empathetic she was with a story that was almost fictional.

“The prince must be happy. He has someone who loves him so much.”

“No?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t love you, Prince.”

What is this? A statement that destroys this romance itself… …?

Becky almost forgot her duty and blurted out some harsh words. It was understandable. If you write a novel like this, you’ll get criticized for being implausible.