The hush of winter wrapped itself around Roswaal's mansion like a shroud. Outside, the snow seemed perpetual—each fresh powdering disguising footprints and secrets alike. Yet within the mansion's walls, the tension among its residents grew ever more pronounced. For Emilia and Julius, the weight of their indiscretion bore down heavily, while Otto's suspicions mounted. And Subaru, with all his heartfelt devotion, remained in the dark.
Days turned into a blurred routine: Subaru would frequently leave on errands; Otto continued coordinating trade matters; Julius split his time between diplomatic duties for Anastasia and sword training with Subaru; and Emilia tried her best to appear calm and collected while grappling with guilt.
One morning, the household gathered for breakfast. A gentle snowfall glimmered through the windows, casting diffused light across the long dining table. Ram and the other staff brought out warm pastries, porridge, and tea.
Subaru, looking remarkably chipper for such a cold day, cracked a grin as he surveyed the table.
"Looks like a full spread this morning! Emilia-tan, I'm glad you're actually eating with us—I missed you at dinner last night."
Emilia set down her teacup, forcing a smile. "I was a bit tired, Subaru. I needed some rest." She glanced quickly at Julius, who sipped tea quietly, eyes downcast.
Otto observed them. Over the last few days, he'd grown more certain that something significant had transpired between Emilia and Julius. He saw the subtle avoidance, the mutual awkwardness that flared whenever they were too close. As a merchant who thrived on reading the mood, Otto couldn't ignore the signs—even if he was reluctant to speculate openly.
Subaru continued, oblivious to the undercurrents. "So, I was thinking: maybe we can head into the city in a few days. We can start finalizing some public appearances for Emilia—maybe greet some supporters and handle some official business at the castle. Sound good?"
Emilia offered a polite nod. "Yes… that might be necessary. I'll talk with Otto and Julius later about scheduling." She kept her words short. Each time Subaru smiled at her with unwavering warmth, she felt a pang of self-reproach.
Julius set his cup down, leveling his gaze at Subaru and Otto. "I'll be needed in the capital for a day or two in the near future as well—Anastasia has some official matters that require my attention. We might coordinate our trips if it's convenient."
Subaru nodded enthusiastically. "That works out perfectly. We can travel together." He paused, chuckling. "We'll have to see if we can rent a bigger carriage though—I bet Otto's got a discount lined up somewhere."
Otto forced a thin smile, not missing the irony in Subaru's idea: traveling with Julius and Emilia in close quarters was about the last thing that seemed wise, given the undercurrent that Otto sensed.
Later that afternoon, Emilia remained in her chambers to read over local petitions and letters from supporters. She tried to focus on each missive, priding herself on her duty as a royal candidate. Yet her thoughts wandered relentlessly to can we keep hiding this?
She shut her eyes, brow knitting in concentration.I must be firm with him; I must tell him that we can't continue.
And yet, every time she tried to steel herself, memories of their closeness washed over her. The gentleness in his eyes, the way he listened to her worries without belittling them, the relief she felt whenever they shared a private moment. There was something in that connection she'd never quite found in Subaru's unyielding worship.
But the guilt was oppressive; each wave of longing brought with it a surge of self-loathing. She knew Subaru would be devastated if he ever learned the truth.I need to put an end to this,she kept telling herself.
A soft knock rattled her door.
"Come in," Emilia called, hurriedly placing the letters aside.
The door swung open to reveal Otto, looking hesitant. He bowed slightly. "Apologies for the intrusion, Lady Emilia, but I wondered if we could review some supply requisitions for next week's trip. Subaru wants everything squared away early."
"Of course. Please, have a seat," Emilia replied, her tone polite and guarded.
Otto stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He approached the small table near the window where Emilia often took tea. Once they were both settled, he laid out several parchment sheets, each detailing items the mansion would need from the capital.
Emilia scanned the documents. "Yes, we do need more healing potions, especially if traveling becomes more frequent… And the margin for these grain purchases is quite high—maybe we could negotiate a better price."
Otto nodded, leaning forward. "I plan to. Actually, Subaru will probably try his best to haggle, but we should have a solid negotiation strategy."
A comfortable silence stretched for a moment as Emilia took notes. Otto fiddled with the edge of the parchment, clearing his throat softly.
After some hesitation, he spoke, voice low. "Lady Emilia… about you and Julius. May I speak plainly?"
Emilia froze, her quill suspended over the parchment. She kept her gaze down. "Otto, I appreciate your concern, but—"
"—I can't help noticing that things between you two… changed." Otto chose his words carefully. "There's a tension that wasn't there before. I want to make sure nothing's amiss that could harm you—or Subaru."
Emilia's heart pounded. Her mouth felt dry. "Otto, it's complicated."
He regarded her gently, though a steely resolve entered his eyes. "I don't want to meddle in your personal affairs, but if something is happening that could endanger Subaru emotionally—or politically—I need to know."
Her grip tightened around the quill. She wanted to deny it, to wave away his concerns. But the sympathy in Otto's gaze made her falter. Her voice quivered. "Please, Otto, don't push this. It's my responsibility…I'll deal with it."
Otto pursed his lips, clearly unhappy with her response but unwilling to force the issue right then. "Understood. If you need help—or if Subaru deserves to know something—please tell me before the situation escalates."
Emilia merely nodded, unable to meet his eyes. After a moment, Otto gathered the supply lists and left with a polite bow.
When the door shut, Emilia slumped over the table, face in her hands. It was the closest she'd come to admitting the truth outright. If Otto was already this suspicious, how much longer could she and Julius keep their secret?
That evening, Emilia ventured outside the mansion to clear her thoughts. Subtle lamps lit the walkways, casting a warm glow over the snow-covered garden. She walked slowly, her breath misting in the cold air. The hush of winter was absolute, broken only by the faint crunch of her boots in the snow.
She paused near a tall, leafless oak. The pale moonlight painted the bare branches in silver. Memories flooded her: Subaru's grin, his tireless efforts, his unconditional support in so many life-or-death situations. She felt an ache, remembering all the times he'd saved her, risked himself—over and over.
"Subaru's done so much," she whispered to the frosty air. "I owe him the world. Why can't I just… be happy with him?"
But that question was too big, too layered with complexities. Emilia remembered how, not so long ago, she had felt an inexplicable distance from Subaru's devotion—how it sometimes felt less like a partnership and more like he was her knight-errant, worshipping a goddess. It was flattering, yes, but also crushing.
And then there was Julius: someone who saw her as an equal in these recent weeks, who sparred with her intellectually, challenged her ideas, and listened to her doubts as if they were normal concerns anyone might have—rather than viewing her as flawless or in need of perpetual rescue.
Even so, an affair was an affair. There was no excusing the betrayal.
Just as she resolved to return inside, the faint crunch of boots approached from behind. She turned to see Julius, his hair glowing in the moonlight.
"Lady Emilia," he said softly, stopping a few steps away. "I didn't mean to startle you."
She drew her arms around herself, both for warmth and as a barrier. "It's all right. You couldn't sleep either?"
He shook his head. "No. Too many thoughts, I'm afraid."
They stood in silence, tension building between them. The swirling winter breeze carried a biting cold, but Emilia hardly noticed.
At last, Julius spoke, his voice solemn: "I've been thinking, Emilia. This can't go on."
She nodded, relief and sorrow flooding her chest simultaneously. "I know. We're hurting Subaru—and ourselves."
He lowered his gaze. "Yet each time I try to stay away, each time I vow to keep my distance, I find myself drawn back. I want to talk with you, share your burdens, learn more about you as a person—not just as the royal candidate Subaru admires."
Her throat felt tight. The sincerity in his tone made everything more tangled. "I feel the same way. But it's wrong… and it's becoming impossible to hide."
She lowered her gaze, watching shadows dance on the snow. "Otto suspects something. He all but confronted me this morning."
Julius winced. "If Otto knows, it won't be long before Subaru does, too." He took a careful step closer. "What do we do?"
Emilia's eyes brimmed with tears. She refused to let them fall. "We should—end it. For everyone's sake."
Julius closed his eyes momentarily, a tight frown etching across his face. "Yes," he whispered. "We should. But…"
That final word hung in the night air like a lingering echo. Unsaid was the admission that, despite the guilt, despite their moral clarity, some part of them didn'twantto end it.
And so, neither moved away. Instead, they just stood there, trembling in the cold, each one aware that the next moment should be a farewell—and each one unable to make the first move to leave.
Inside the mansion, Otto paced the corridor. He had just checked on the main entrance to ensure it was latched properly against the icy wind. Spotting Emilia's and Julius's footprints leading outside, he suspected the two might be out there together.
His chest felt tight. He liked Emilia—respected her deeply—and he also liked Julius well enough. But loyalty to Subaru gnawed at him. Subaru had become his close friend and partner in many endeavors. To stand by while that same friend was betrayed rankled Otto's conscience.
Yet how to proceed? He didn't want to sow discord based on mere suspicion. If he confronted Subaru without proof, it could do irreparable damage. Subaru might even turn on him, given how fiercely he protected Emilia.
Returning to the hallway by the library, Otto noticed a soft glow beneath the door. It was open a crack, revealing Ram within, tidying shelves and adjusting the books. He hesitated, then quietly entered.
Ram glanced up. "Otto. Do you need something?"
He forced a cordial smile. "Nothing in particular. I noticed the light and thought I might see if you needed help. It's late to be working alone."
Ram raised an eyebrow, barely concealing her skepticism. "I'm quite capable on my own. If that's all, you can go."
Otto let out a small, wry chuckle. "Yes, you certainly are. However, might I ask a… personal question?"
Ram paused in her task, turning fully to face him. "What is it?"
Otto lowered his voice. "Have you noticed anything… unusual about Lady Emilia and Julius? The way they act around each other?"
Ram's expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker in her crimson eyes. "Ram notices everything that happens in this mansion."
He rubbed his hands together, struggling to find the right words. "And do you think it's something that Subaru should be made aware of?"
Ram's silence lasted a bit too long. Finally, she averted her gaze. "That's for Lady Emilia to decide. It's not my place to speak of matters that might risk Lord Roswaal's and Lady Emilia's relationship. I merely serve."
Otto sighed. "I expected as much. Still, if you think it'll lead to trouble, perhaps you could reason with Lady Emilia to end it—whatever it is—before Subaru gets hurt."
Ram gave a faint shrug. "Lady Emilia is an adult. Julius is a knight. Subaru is quite devoted. If things are heading for ruin, I doubt a single maid's intervention will change it."
With that, she turned back to her duties, leaving Otto feeling even more sees more than she lets on,he if she won't speak, then this is all on me…
The next few days passed in a stifling dance of avoidance and near-collisions. Emilia and Julius kept their interactions public, exchanging only clipped, polite words during breakfast or group discussions. At night, they retreated to their respective rooms, each battling inner turmoil.
Subaru remained typically enthusiastic, planning their upcoming trip to the capital. He peppered Emilia with questions about what outfits she'd wear, which prominent figures she wanted to meet, and how they might strategize her public image. Although she tried to match his energy, her forced smiles and occasional distracted responses didn't go unnoticed.
At dinner one evening, Otto cleared his throat. "We'll depart the day after tomorrow, if all goes well. Subaru, you said you wanted to handle some supply negotiations, right?"
Subaru nodded vigorously. "That's right—I found a local contact who can get us a good deal on potions and magical catalysts. It'll save us quite a sum. Julius, maybe you can handle negotiations on the capital's end while you're there for Anastasia's matters. Then we can meet up again."
Julius gave a practiced smile. "Certainly. I'd be glad to coordinate with you."
Otto felt the tension simmering beneath Julius's calm demeanor. He glanced at Emilia; her fingers were lightly drumming the table, a subtle sign of anxiety. Otto resolved that if there was a moment to address this quietly with Emilia, it would have to happen before they left for the capital—before the secret could explode in a more public setting.
That same night, Otto found Emilia alone in the atrium—an indoor space lined with potted plants struggling to survive the winter chill. She was tending to a small flower that had wilted despite the caretaker's best efforts. A single magical lamp cast a gentle glow, illuminating her silver hair.
Otto hesitated, his pulse pounding. He took a step forward. "Lady Emilia?"
She looked up, expression tense. "Otto, hello. Is something the matter?"
He steeled himself. "I need to speak to you about… Julius."
Her features pinched in alarm. She stood up slowly, her hands clasped together. "Otto, please—"
He pressed on, voice quiet yet firm. "I'm Subaru's friend. I'm also your ally. I can't bear to see what's happening—whatever you and Julius are doing—tear Subaru apart when he eventually finds out. Because hewillfind out."
Tears welled in Emilia's eyes, but her voice remained controlled. "Otto… I know this is terrible. I'm trying—I'm trying to stop. But I don't want Subaru to be hurt."
Otto stepped closer, meeting her gaze without judgment but with resolve. "Then you must end it. Completely. The longer this drags on, the worse the eventual fallout will be."
Her tears finally fell, sliding down her cheeks. "I promise… it's already over. We haven't… done anything lately. But the feelings—" She swallowed hard. "I don't know how to bury them."
Otto exhaled, sympathy flooding his chest despite his frustration. "Sometimes, the heart wants things that cause pain. But if you truly value Subaru—even Julius's future—you'll endure that pain to avoid a worse catastrophe."
Emilia looked at him, eyes shimmering. "You're right. I'll end it, if… if I can."
He offered a sad smile. "I believe you can. And if you ever need support, I'm here. Subaru's heart is delicate, but if you face your mistakes and reaffirm your commitment to him—or your commitment to being honest—maybe this can pass without shattering everything."
Her shoulders trembled. She nodded, wiping away tears. "Thank you, Otto."
As Otto turned to leave, he paused. "And… Lady Emilia, let's keep this between us for now. I don't think Subaru's ready to hear it. Not yet."
She nodded again, relief mingling with sorrow. After Otto left, she sank to her knees beside the wilted flower. The cold from the tiled floor seeped through her, but she hardly noticed. She whispered a silent oath to herself:I'll end it. I'll do the right thing—somehow.
By the morning of departure, the mansion buzzed with preparations. Subaru oversaw loading the carriage with supplies, double-checking every crate and bag. Ram inspected the interior of the carriage, ensuring it was presentable for Emilia's journey. Otto stood by with a roster of tasks, making certain they hadn't forgotten anything.
Emilia emerged from her room wearing her usual white-and-purple attire, layered with a winter cloak. Dark circles underscored her eyes, hinting at a sleepless night. Nevertheless, she wore a resolve that she hoped would carry her through the trip.I can do this. I can keep my distance from Julius and remain faithful to Subaru.
Julius arrived soon after, dressed in a trimmed coat of deep violet that aligned with his knightly uniform. He offered a polite bow to Emilia. "Lady Emilia, Subaru, Otto—I'm ready when you are."
Subaru flashed a grin at Julius. "Perfect! Let's get rolling. Can't wait to see how well this synergy works out when we negotiate. They won't know what hit 'em!"
Emilia noted the genuine enthusiasm in Subaru's voice and felt a pang in her chest. She forced herself to meet Julius's gaze just long enough to give a small nod—an unspoken plea to keep their distance, as they had silently promised. He inclined his head in acknowledgment, but his eyes flickered with mixed emotion.
They set out from the mansion mid-morning. The sun hovered low in the sky, casting a weak light over the snowy roads. The carriage rattled gently as Otto guided the reins, while Subaru rode alongside on a rented ground dragon for part of the way, shouting cheery remarks to passersby. Julius traveled on his own mount, riding slightly ahead. Emilia sat inside the carriage alone, her fingers balled in her lap.
With Julius and Subaru outside, she felt a momentary reprieve. Snow-laden landscapes passed by the carriage window—glittering fields, sparse winter trees, the occasional farmstead. The scene was peaceful, belying the turmoil in her heart.
After a few hours, they stopped at a roadside inn to warm themselves and feed the dragons. Subaru bounded up to the carriage door, offering Emilia his hand as she stepped out.
She took it reluctantly, feeling a pang of guilt. His expression was bright and warm, and she hated how she had to hide so much from him.
"All good, Emilia-tan?" Subaru asked, scanning her face. "You look a bit pale."
She managed a small smile. "I'm just tired from the journey. I'm fine, Subaru."
His worry creased his brow, but he accepted her words for now. "We'll rest here for a bit, then keep going. I heard they have decent hot drinks inside."
As Emilia and Subaru headed in, Julius and Otto were finishing tying the reins securely. Otto shot Julius a sidelong glance. "I think Lady Emilia could use some space. Maybe we should linger out here a while."
Julius hesitated before replying softly, "I understand. I have no intention of imposing on her."
Otto offered a nod, his tone serious. "Glad to hear it."
Inside the inn, Subaru chatted with the innkeeper, negotiating for tea and a quiet corner to rest. Emilia sipped from her cup in silence. The warmth soothed her throat but couldn't quell the churning in her stomach. Outside, she could see Otto and Julius speaking in subdued tones.
At least Otto is helping keep Julius at bay,she thought, relieved and yet strangely pained.
By late afternoon, the grand silhouette of the royal capital began to rise in the distance—Lugunica's skyline of spires and old stone ramparts. Snow dusted the high walls, and the bustle of city life continued unabated despite the winter chill. Merchants, travelers, and knights formed lines at the gates, showing permits and exchanging pleasantries or wary glances.
Subaru whistled, trotting his ground dragon closer to the carriage window. "Home sweet capital, right? We'll do our business and hopefully have a bit of time to check in on some old friends. It's been a while."
Emilia mustered a polite nod. "Yes. It feels odd coming back here after all that's happened."
All that's happened—the words felt especially heavy to her, though Subaru only attributed them to the tribulations of the royal selection and their past battles.
Once they entered the city, Julius separated from the group, explaining that he had to report to Anastasia's estate immediately. Otto suggested that Subaru escort Emilia to the inn where they'd be staying, promising he'd handle the cargo arrangements himself.
Watching Julius ride away, Emilia felt a mix of relief and is for the best,she reminded need to stay apart.
They arrived at a respectable inn near the city center—one known for discreet, high-quality service. The innkeeper recognized Emilia instantly, bowing deeply and offering their best rooms. Subaru, delighted, thanked the innkeeper with enthusiasm, while Otto arranged for additional rooms.
As they settled in, Subaru brought a tray of warm soup and bread to Emilia's room. He knocked gently and entered. "Hey, Emilia-tan, you should eat. It's been a long journey."
She was standing by the window, gazing at the glowing city lights just beyond. At his words, she turned, offering a shaky smile. "Thank you, Subaru. You're very thoughtful."
He placed the tray on a small table. "How are you feeling? You've been quiet. Is it the stress of upcoming meetings? Or something else?"
She hesitated, her breath catching.I have to lie again."I'm just tired. The political situation is always heavy on my mind."
Subaru studied her closely, concern etched into his features. "If something's bothering you—anything at all—please remember I'm here. You can tell me anything. I'll stand by your side, no matter what."
His sincerity cut through her like a knife. She forced her voice not to tremble. "I know, Subaru. Thank you. I just… need some rest tonight. We'll talk more tomorrow."
He nodded, accepting that as best he could. "Okay. Good night, Emilia."
After Subaru left, Emilia sank onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. She wanted to believe she could make things right, that her decision to cut ties with Julius would be enough. But the more she contemplated it, the more she felt a sense of dread—like a storm cloud looming on the horizon, waiting to unleash its fury on them all.
The capital of Lugunica bustled with life, even under winter's icy hold. Torches and magical lamps lit the winding streets after dusk, their glow reflecting on patches of slush. The city was alive with traders, traveling entertainers, and a steady flow of visitors for various political and commercial dealings. To Emilia, the flickering lamplight gave the city a cozy charm—though it contrasted sharply with the turmoil in her heart.
On the second morning after their arrival, Emilia woke early in the inn where she and Subaru were staying. She ran through her usual morning routine—splashing water on her face, combing her hair, and donning her white-and-purple attire. The past few days had brought little relief, her guilt regarding Julius a constant shadow. However, she had resolved to avoid him entirely and focus on her duties alongside Subaru.
At least Julius is busy with Anastasia's matters,she thought, mustering I can get through this trip without another slip-up.
She was about to head downstairs for breakfast when Otto knocked briskly at her door. His tone was apologetic but urgent: "Lady Emilia, sorry to disturb you so early. We have… unexpected visitors."
Confused, Emilia opened the door. "Visitors? Who?"
Otto rubbed the back of his neck. "Your allies from the mansion—Garfiel, Frederica, Petra, and even Roswaal. They've just arrived in the capital and are downstairs."
Emilia's eyes widened. She certainly hadn't expected the rest of her camp to show up in the capital. "Why would they come all this way?" she asked, already stepping out of her room.
"Apparently, Lord Roswaal had some official business. But Garfiel mentioned that Frederica and Petra insisted on accompanying him to deliver some personal items and, well, to check on your well-being."
Emilia's heart twisted—whywould they check on her well-being? Was it simple concern, or had Ram let something slip? She hurried downstairs, Otto trailing behind.
In the main lobby of the inn, she spotted a small cluster of familiar faces:
Garfiel, clad in his usual sleeveless attire (though wearing a cloak for the winter cold), stood with arms folded, scanning the inn's interior with restless energy.
Frederica, tall and composed, wore a traveling cloak and offered a polite greeting as soon as she spotted Emilia.
Petra, smiling shyly, held a basket of baked goods from the mansion's kitchen—her gift for Emilia and Subaru.
Roswaal, flamboyant in his colorful attire, leaned casually on his staff, greeting onlookers with theatrical bows.
Upon seeing Emilia, Frederica hurried forward, her golden hair framing a warm smile. "Lady Emilia, we were so worried. We heard your trip to the capital was extended, and we decided it would be best to bring anything you might need."
Petra nodded, offering Emilia the basket. "Fresh bread and pastries, Lady Emilia. We baked them just before departing."
Emilia accepted the basket, her heart glowing with gratitude but also trembling with renewed anxiety. "That's so kind of you, Petra. Thank you, Frederica. …And Garfiel."
Garfiel grunted, his green eyes flicking across the inn's corridors. "Yeh all right, boss?" he asked, addressing Emilia as he often did. "Heard it's been real busy with all these negotiations. Figured ya might need some muscle, in case there's trouble." His tone was laced with the fierce protectiveness he always showed her.
Before Emilia could respond,Subaruemerged from a nearby corridor, drawn by the commotion of new arrivals. His eyes lit up. "Woah! Did the entire mansion decide to pay us a surprise visit?" He rushed forward, patting Garfiel on the arm. "This is awesome. The more the merrier, right?"
Roswaal chuckled theatrically. "Well, well, Subaru-kun, it seems you're all in good spirits here. My business in the capital required me to meet certain officials. And, naturally, I couldn't leave poor Petra, Frederica, and our dear Garf all alone, mm? So we came as a group."
Otto looked on, faint relief in his expression—more people meant more watchful eyes, possibly deterring Emilia and Julius from any further clandestine meetings. Still, Otto's gaze flicked warily toward Roswaal, who was notoriously shrewd. If anyone might pry into secrets for his own advantage, it was him.
They agreed to share breakfast in a private lounge of the inn. While staff hurriedly set extra chairs, Petra and Frederica laid out the bread, pastries, and homemade jams on the table. Emilia tried to hide her nerves beneath polite many people now… that might help me stay on track,she told herself, feeling a mixture of relief and fear.
Subaru was beyond thrilled. "I've missed your cooking, Petra!" he said, grabbing a pastry. "You can't imagine the inn's breakfast comparing to the stuff you bake."
Petra giggled, cheeks flushed. "I'm glad you like it, Subaru!"
Frederica poured tea for everyone, her motions graceful. "Lady Emilia, did you manage to see Julius yet? He's in the capital, right?"
Emilia stiffened, nearly spilling her cup.Of courseFrederica would inquire—everyone knew Julius was a key ally. She forced a neutral smile. "He's… busy with Anastasia's affairs. We haven't crossed paths since arriving."
Subaru, oblivious to the tension, chimed in. "Yeah, Julius is running around somewhere. We'll probably meet up with him soon for negotiations, though."
At that, Otto cleared his throat, drawing attention. "Actually, Subaru, Julius sent a messenger last night. He wants you to come by Anastasia's estate today to discuss an important trade detail." He glanced at Emilia. "Lady Emilia, you can stay here with the others, or come along—whichever you prefer."
Frederica added carefully, "I'd be happy to escort Lady Emilia if she wants to shop or handle other tasks in the city. I know the streets fairly well from my own errands."
Emilia managed a wavering smile. "Yes, that sounds nice. Perhaps I'll do that."
She silently thanked Frederica's foresight in offering an alternative—she wasn't ready to be in a room with Julius, not without the entire camp around. Even so, a knot formed in her stomach, knowing she couldn't avoid him forever.
After breakfast, the group broke into two parties:
Subaru, Otto, and Garfielheading to Anastasia's estate to meet Julius and finalize negotiations. Roswaal elected to accompany them—ostensibly to meet "certain officials," though he gave no further details.
Emilia, Frederica, Petra, and Ram(who had quietly arrived that morning after concluding some mansion duties) staying at the inn, with the plan to do some personal shopping and see to any capital-related errands.
Ram, who had just joined them, eyed Emilia with her usual measured indifference, though there was a glint in her crimson eyes. She greeted Frederica and Petra curtly, then commented, "I'm surprised the city is so calm. Usually, it's more bustling. Perhaps the snowfall is keeping some people away."
Emilia and the others nodded. The capitalwaslively, but winter's severity seemed to have quieted it a bit compared to the peak of summer or autumn festivals.
Standing at the door, Subaru bid Emilia a quick farewell before leaving with Otto, Garfiel, and Roswaal. "Emilia-tan, be safe, okay? If you need anything, send a messenger. We'll be back by sunset."
Emilia replied softly, "I will. Thank you, Subaru. Be careful."
Her heart ached the moment he stepped away, guilt festering like a bruise she couldn't ignore.
With Subaru's group gone, the inn suddenly felt both too large and too confined. Frederica, sensing Emilia's restlessness, gently suggested an afternoon walk through the shopping district.
"It might lift your spirits," she said kindly. "And you can look for gifts or supplies you might need back at the mansion."
Petra beamed. "Yes, Lady Emilia! I want to see the city shops too—maybe there are new fabrics or ribbons we can bring back."
Ram simply shrugged. "Fine. Let's get it over with."
Emilia forced a faint smile. "Yes, let's go."
The four women set out, winding through cobblestone streets lined with tall buildings whose roofs were capped with snow. Merchants hawked winter wares—heavy cloaks, gloves, and scarves. The air smelled of roasted nuts and warm cider from street vendors.
For a moment, Emilia found solace in the mundane bustle. Frederica and Petra chatted with a jeweler about custom brooch designs, while Ram hung back, scanning the crowds with her usual quiet vigilance.
But her calm broke when, rounding a corner, Emilia spotted a familiar flash of golden hair in the crowd—Julius. He was walking briskly, accompanied by two of Anastasia's attendants. Their eyes met for a split second. He paused, as if deciding whether to approach.
Emilia's pulse thundered. She tore her gaze away, focusing instead on a random stall's display of fruit don't come over; please don't come over…
But she heard footsteps behind her. Frederica, noticing the sudden tension in Emilia's posture, turned and recognized Julius approaching.
"Lady Emilia, good day," Julius greeted, bowing politely. He kept his voice neutral, cordial.
Ram raised an eyebrow, though she stayed silent. Petra greeted him in her usual bright tone, "Sir Julius, it's good to see you. Are you on an errand?"
"Yes, accompanying Lady Anastasia's staff to check on some shipments," Julius replied, glancing at Emilia with restraint. "I hope you're all enjoying the city."
Emilia struggled to steady her voice. "We are. It's… nice to see you." The words felt painfully forced.
Frederica regarded Julius with a slight smile, though her posture was protective. "Will you be meeting Subaru and the others soon? They left for Anastasia's estate earlier."
Julius nodded, slipping his hands behind his back in a formal stance. "Yes, I'll see them shortly. In fact, I was headed there now." His eyes darted back to Emilia just long enough for her to catch the flicker of guilt and longing. Then, with a brief bow, he excused himself. "Enjoy the rest of your day. I should go."
The moment he left, Frederica exhaled, Petra frowned, and Ram gave Emilia a sharp look.
"That was… awkward," Petra remarked quietly, not fully understanding but sensing the tension.
Emilia swallowed. "I—I apologize. Julius and I haven't had a chance to speak lately. It's just business matters and stress, I suppose."
Ram, who rarely minced words, simply turned and resumed walking. "If you're finished with this stall, we should move on," she said. But there was an edge in her tone—one that made Emilia wonder just how much Ram had gleaned from the mansion atmosphere.
They continued through the marketplace, trying to push aside the brief encounter. Petra grew enamored with a small accessory shop, Frederica helped her browse, and Ram lingered near the entrance. Emilia stood by a rack of cloaks, absently running her fingers over the fabric.
She felt someone step behind her. Ram's voice was barely a whisper. "Emilia-sama, if I may speak freely?"
Emilia tensed, turning to meet Ram's crimson gaze. "Yes?"
Ram's expression was neither kind nor cruel; it was guarded, analytical. "I would advise caution. The tension between you and that knight is more obvious than you realize."
Emilia's blood ran cold. "Ram—"
"I'm not prying," Ram stated. "But I notice. Otto notices. Possibly even Frederica suspects something. If you wish to protect Subaru and your camp from scandal, you must handle it quickly."
Emilia swallowed hard. She wanted to deny it outright, but lying to Ram felt pointless—Ram was too perceptive. "I—I understand."
Ram tilted her head. "Good." With that, she stepped away, returning to the shop's doorway as if they'd had no conversation at all.
By early afternoon, the four returned to the inn, arms laden with small purchases. Petra and Frederica were in bright spirits, showing each other ribbons and fabrics they'd found. Ram offered no commentary, simply carrying a small parcel of tea leaves she'd taken an interest in. Emilia walked alongside them, physically present but mentally adrift.
Upon entering the lounge, they foundRoswaallounging in a plush chair by the fireplace. He smiled widely. "Ladies! Back so soon? Where is Subaru-kun? Otto? Garfiel?"
Ram set down her shopping bag. "I assume they're still at Anastasia's estate. Did your own business finish quickly, Roswaal-sama?"
Roswaal inclined his head. "Indeed, indeed. My dear friend was absent, so I merely left a message. Nothing pressing."
Something about his tone made Emilia uneasy. Roswaal was an enigmatic figure, unpredictable in motives. She knew better than to let her guard down around him.
Frederica smiled politely at Roswaal. "We'll likely see Subaru and the others by evening. Shall we have tea while we wait?" She gestured for Petra to fetch a pot from the inn's kitchen.
As they settled around a low table near the hearth, Petra left to prepare tea with the inn staff. Ram, Frederica, and Roswaal engaged in small talk about the capital's atmosphere and the upcoming Royal Selection updates. Emilia nodded along, though the conversation passed over her like a haze.
Her thoughts were consumed by the chance meeting with Julius—how close she had been to letting her reaction betray their knows. Otto knows. And if Roswaal picks up on any clue, he might use it for leverage…
Night fell early in winter, and the group dined on a hearty meal at the inn. Still, Subaru and the others had yet to return. It was nearly two hours past sundown when the door swung open, letting in a gust of cold air. In strodeSubaru, Otto, and Garfiel, looking weary but triumphant.
"Hey, everyone!" Subaru announced, flipping up his hood. "Sorry we're late. Negotiations took forever, but we sealed a good deal for potions. Julius gave us some pointers, so we were unstoppable." He turned to Otto, who nodded in agreement. Garfiel let out a toothy grin, punching one fist into his palm.
Roswaal raised an eyebrow. "Excellent work, Subaru-kun. And what of Julius? Not joining you tonight?"
Otto answered, removing his gloves. "He said he'd return to Anastasia's estate to finalize some paperwork. He might drop by tomorrow."
Emilia forced a small smile. "I'm glad the negotiations went well, Subaru."
His grin broadened, tired but genuine. "We did good, Emilia-tan."
The group settled for a late supper. Garfiel devoured multiple plates, talking animatedly with Frederica and Petra about city guards he'd encountered. Otto occasionally threw in remarks about other trade leads. Ram was quiet, mostly observing. Roswaal occasionally steered the conversation toward the Royal Selection, though he received measured responses from Emilia.
Finally, Subaru leaned across the table, addressing Emilia. "Hey, I almost forgot. Julius said he wants to speak with you specifically about something tomorrow. Something about spirit arts or maybe the upcoming Royal Selection press. He wasn't too specific."
The fork in Emilia's hand slipped, clattering against her plate. She felt every set of eyes turn toward her. She coughed, trying to appear calm. "Oh? Well… I suppose we can find a moment."
Ram's gaze lingered on Emilia for half a beat longer than comfortable. Beside her, Otto's expression turned guarded. But Subaru was simply, sweetly oblivious, as ever. "I'll come with you if you want me to," he offered.
"That's… not necessary," Emilia replied, hastily. "I'm sure it's just a quick discussion." She forced an airy laugh. "No need to drag you away from other tasks."
Subaru shrugged. "If you say so."
As the conversation moved on, Emilia felt her pulse settle. It was a close call, but she managed to deflect Subaru's , how will I handle tomorrow?
Much later, after everyone had retired to their respective rooms, Emilia remained awake, seated by the window in her modest chambers. The moonlight spilled across the bed, illuminating the swirling dust motes in the quiet air.
The day had brought both relief—her camp's arrival helping maintain a veneer of normalcy—and increased pressure. With Ram, Otto, and possibly others suspicious, any private moment with Julius felt risky to the point of disaster. And yet, they would have to speak. Julius had specifically requested it.
I should just talk to him in the presence of others,she neutral location where we can't possibly slip…
Yet the memory of that fleeting contact in the marketplace—his intense, regretful gaze—gnawed at her composure. A part of her yearned to see him alone, to clarify this messy knot of feelings once and for all. But she feared that, once alone, the tension might spark again into the flame of forbidden desire.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Who is it?" she asked warily.
"It's Frederica," came the gentle reply.
Emilia rose, letting Frederica in. The tall demi-human maid—her canines slightly pronounced—stepped in with a warm, yet concerned, expression. "Lady Emilia, you're still awake. I… wanted to see if you needed anything."
Emilia bit her lip. "I'm fine, Frederica. Just thinking."
Frederica nodded, shutting the door softly. She regarded Emilia with a sympathetic gaze. "I know the capital can bring back stressful memories. The Royal Selection… the Cult attack… so many hardships."
Emilia nodded slowly, recalling the cultists and the trials they'd faced. "Yes, that's true."
Frederica's voice dropped to a soothing hush. "If there is anything troubling you—beyond the usual political worries—I hope you'll tell me or at least find a confidant you trust. We're all here to support you."
Emilia felt tears threaten.So manypeople urging her to confide in them, to trust them. And yet, the one dark truth she carried felt impossible to share. "I appreciate it, Frederica," she murmured, managing not to cry.
Frederica inclined her head. "Very well. Good night, Lady Emilia." She turned and left quietly.
Alone again, Emilia closed her eyes, gripping the windowsill. She recalled Subaru's unwavering faith, Otto's guarded warnings, Ram's direct caution, Frederica's gentle support, and the rest of her camp—each of them wanting only the best for her.
I can't keep doing this,she told herself, a determined spark burning beneath her , I'll set things right with Julius. I'll end this once and for all.
Across the city, Julius stood in a dimly lit study within Anastasia's estate. Papers and scrolls cluttered a mahogany desk, the fireplace crackling low. Two of Anastasia's attendants had retired for the night. Julius stared into the flickering flames, mind replaying his tense marketplace encounter with Emilia.
He shouldn't have approached her, but something about seeing her so suddenly had compelled him forward. Every instinct told him to walk away before his emotions betrayed him in front of Ram and Frederica. But he couldn't resist speaking to her, if only for a moment.
We can't keep dancing on the edge of this cliff,he 's hurting both of us… and Subaru.
Yet part of him hesitated. Did he truly want to sever this bond before he understood it completely? Before he'd had a chance to see if there was more than just a fleeting mutual spark?
As the fireplace crackled, Julius sighed, murmuring into the silence: "I must do the honorable thing, no matter how painful."
Morning arrived with pale gray light filtering through the city's fog. The inn bustled early—Petra and Frederica orchestrating breakfast preparations, Garfiel clashing with Roswaal over some small comedic spat, and Otto fielding questions from a local courier. Subaru rummaged through supply lists while Ram delivered a curt report about any incoming messages.
In her room, Emilia dressed slowly, each motion feeling heavy with is the day, she repeated like a mantra,I will speak to Julius, put an end to this, and remain steadfast by Subaru's side.
She stepped into the hallway, heart pounding. As if fate had orchestrated it, the first person she saw wasOtto. He inclined his head, concern evident in his gaze. "Good morning, Lady Emilia."
Her throat felt tight, but she forced a small nod. "Morning, Otto. Do you know if Julius is free today?"
Otto's eyebrows flickered, hearing exactly what he'd expected but perhaps dreaded. "He should be, according to the messenger. Shall I arrange a meeting at a public venue? Perhaps the guild hall or a café?"
She recognized Otto's effort to keep the location safe and public, likely to prevent any private impropriety. Despite the pang of shame, she nodded. "Yes, that's a good idea. Thank you."
He offered a somber smile. "Of course. Let me know the time, and I'll make sure no one interrupts."
After a quick breakfast with Subaru and the others, Emilia prepared to step out, telling them she needed to discuss "spirit-arts topics" with Julius. Subaru shrugged, trusting her completely, even offering to send Garfiel along as protection if needed. Emilia politely declined, reassuring him that the meeting location was safe.
Frederica, Petra, Ram, and Roswaal all watched her depart with Otto, each harboring their own silent questions. But none spoke up—yet.
Emilia's heart beat like a war drum as they made their way through the streets. They soon arrived at a modest café with a covered terrace overlooking a small canal. Light snow drifted from a steel-gray sky. Otto spoke to the café owner, arranging a private corner table, then offered Emilia a discreet nod.
"I'll stay inside, near the bar, just to ensure you're not disturbed," Otto said quietly. "And I'll trust your judgment."
Emilia placed her hand over Otto's briefly, gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you for… everything."
He stepped away, taking a seat near the door. A few minutes later, Julius arrived, cloak draped over his shoulders, his breath visible in the winter air. He caught Emilia's gaze from afar and inclined his head politely before sitting across from her.
The tension was immediate—soft, swirling snow and the murmur of other patrons the only backdrop to their fraught silence. Emilia swallowed, looking down at her folded hands.
Julius placed his gloves on the table. "Emilia," he began, his tone grave, "I'm glad you agreed to meet."
She forced herself to meet his eyes. "We need to talk, Julius. No more hiding."
And so, with hearts laden and the city's winter hush enveloping them, the two prepared for the conversation that might seal their fate—and test the fragile loyalty that bound them to Subaru and the rest of Emilia's camp.