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nTranslator: Latte Proofreader: Adulldoll

nVincent was confused because Aria was very different from the rumors.

n‘That indifferent look on her face, it’s similar to brother’s…’

nHe heard that children similar to Aria’s age should typically have a cute and lovely personality. However, she was certainly not an ordinary child.

n‘Why does she act like that?’

nAria treated him differently from the others, and it definitely wasn’t an illusion.

n“Then, what is your purpose?”

nTo protect someone.

nShe answered without the slightest bit of hesitation.

nVincent was speechless.

nAria’s words were like a knight’s oath.

nThen, she threw her cards into the fireplace, leaving no traces of their conversation.

nWhen the time came, she vowed to use her abilities to protect that person at all costs.

n* * *

nAria recently developed a small hobby.

nShe would tend to stroll around the garden while waiting for a letter from Sabina.

n‘How long has it been?’

nA few moments later, she saw a pigeon flying to her from a distance.

n‘Finally, a letter!’ Aria enthusiastically thought as her expression brightened.

nHowever, when the pigeon landed on her shoulder, the momentary happiness she felt suddenly disappeared.

n‘It’s… not a letter?’

nUnfortunately, the letter didn’t come.

nThere were days when Sabina would not send her letters but would instead send flowers to her and made the pigeon carry it on its mouth sometimes.

n‘Could it be…? Does she not have the energy to write letters anymore?’

nAria was worried because her health might be deteriorating.

nShe took the flowers from the pigeon’s mouth.

n‘I think the massacre is going to happen soon.’

nSabina hadn’t been able to send as many flowers as she used to. Furthermore, the flower she sent this time was almost… withered.

nThen, as she was petting the pigeon’s head, it suddenly flew away.

n‘What the? That surprised me.’

nAria turned around with a puzzled gaze, wondering as to why the pigeon ran away from her.

nConsequently, she could see Lloyd and his jaguars walking around in the distance.

nAnd as Aria found herself staring at them, so did the boy.

nHe soon frowned when she came to his line of sight, and as Aria noticed his look of irritation towards her, she thought to herself, ‘Will he try to get rid of me again?’

nAria waited for Lloyd to approach her first as she stayed on high alert.

nUnlike the owner, the two energetic jaguars immediately ran to her side without the slightest bit of hesitation.

n‘Hello, my feline friends.’

nThe black jaguars, or more commonly known as ‘black panthers.’

nThe jaguars had black satin-like furs and eyes that seemed to be glowing like topaz.

n‘The same color as Lloyd’s hair.’

nAria reached out to stroke their heads.

nBut the jaguars just simply circled her while avoiding direct contact.

nThey were different from the wolves who instantly hugged her, wagging their tails, and even licked her as soon as she came nearby.

nOn the other hand, these jaguars avoided her like the plague.

n‘Why would they approach me first then back away when I try to touch them?’

nAria withdrew her arm.

nIf she tried to touch them again, they would just keep avoiding her.

n‘What should I do?’

nThus, she chose to leave them be.

nThen, Lloyd walked over to them at a leisurely pace.

n“A little bird told me that you have never used the prince’s authority. The authority that I gave to you.”

n“……”

n“I will take back those rights. You won’t get the permission to have it anymore.”

nAt his words, Aria immediately nodded. She didn’t even want it in the first place.

nLloyd raised his eyebrows.

n“Ha, I see. So you want to be kicked out without having even a single penny. Which means you’d rather live on the streets instead of having a house to stay…” he scoffed.

nBut the moment he finished his words, Aria’s flailing arms accidentally touched the jaguars, and it resulted in her getting slapped by one of their paws.

n‘Ouch!’

nShe got hit.

nAria stared down at her wrist that was throbbing in pain.

nIt hurt more than she thought.

nFortunately, it missed the mark. If it had hit the right spot, she would probably have more than just a sprained wrist. Perhaps a broken bone or two…

nAria raised her head to look at Lloyd. But when she held eye contact with him, she was shocked.

nHis expression was terrifying. His eyebrows were furrowed, and she could even see veins popping out of his forehead.

n“……”

nPerhaps he looked like that because he was turning his back against the sun? His face underneath the dark shadows was scarier than ever, and his eyes shone shrewdly in the dark.

n“Are you mad? Why would you even touch a beast…!” He yelled.

nAfterward, he just sighed and facepalmed at himself.

n“Give me your wrist,” he said.

nAria gently held out her hand.

nShe didn’t even think twice that he might do something even worse to her.

nLloyd was exasperated by her attitude. She was far too naive, careless, and weak. He wanted to scold her for being so defenseless, but he decided to forget about it and just examine her sprained wrist first.

n“You’re really good at pissing me off.”

nHer hand wasn’t broken, but it was definitely swollen.

nIf she had the blood of the Valentines, a minor injury like this wouldn’t be a big problem.

nHowever, Aria wasn’t a Valentine.

nLloyd took out a dagger from his bosom, trimmed some branches from a tree, and made a splint from it.

nHe tore the edge of his shirt and wrapped it around Aria’s wrist.

n‘First aid? I mean… it’s not broken, so isn’t this over the top? I shouldn’t be receiving treatment like this,’ Aria thought.

n“Is that one of your tricks?” Lloyd asked while winding the cloth carefully as if he was handling the most fragile bowl of glass.

nAria tilted her head.

n—Tricks?

n“Getting sick or getting injured whenever I try to drive you away.”

n—Why would I try to trick you?

n“Are you trying to trick me into making me care about you?”

n—You care about me?

n“……”

nLloyd fell into silence. His expression was like that of someone who had just been caught in a mousetrap.

nThe boy then let go of Aria’s hand, shaking her off in embarrassment.

n“…No,” he said before pointing his finger at the office as if to say ‘I don’t want to talk to you anymore, so do the rest of the treatment yourself.’

nHer wrist was splinted shortly after being hit, so it didn’t hurt as much as before.

n‘The injury wasn’t that serious, anyway.’

n“After it’s healed, you should really leave this time.”

nAria stared at Lloyd, amused.

n“What are you thinking about?”

nHe couldn’t help but ask since he thought that she was thinking of something unpleasant.

nShe parted her lips.

n—The jaguars are very similar to their owner.

n“What does that mean?”

n—It is what it is.

nHowever, Lloyd still did not understand the meaning behind her words.

nHe was a human, but he would probably look exactly like the jaguars if he were an animal. Plus, even their attitudes were similar.

n‘Indeed, the resemblance is truly uncanny.’

nNonetheless, Aria shook her head at Lloyd as if telling him to just forget about it.

n* * *

nAria started humming.

nThere were an endless amount of the Siren’s songs, but they were primarily divided into seven categories.

nShe tried to sing them one after another.

nThe Song of Life, the Song of Peace, the Song of Charm, the Song of Sleep, the Song of Oblivion, the Song of Healing, and lastly, the Song of Destruction.

n“Ugh…!”

nAria could sing the other songs comfortably, even without training. However, as soon as she arrived at the songs of healing and destruction, her throat would become hot and sore, as if it was burning like fire.

nShe didn’t even have the chance to sing it properly.

n“Cough! Ugh…”

nAria grabbed her chest, fell to the floor, and breathed quite roughly for a while.

n‘I’m not getting any better…’

nShe had been taking good care of herself lately. She ate a fair amount of food every meal and even had strolls around the garden from time to time. Still, her body just couldn’t handle singing those two songs!

nIt wasn’t as if there was no progress at all, but the improvement of her singing had grown to the point where it would be embarrassing if she actually told people that her skills had improved at all.

n‘But I have no other choice…’

nAria did what she did in her previous life. Practice, practice, and practice inside a locked room until her voice would become hoarse and cracked.

n‘Because I’ve already reached this level in my past life, I thought I could eventually achieve it again if I just practiced consistently.’

nWas the method really that bad?

nHowever, Aria only knew how to practice this way since she had never received an education from Count Cortez.

nIf she continued to practice like this, she hoped that she could sing those two songs someday.

n‘When will that day come?’

nIn her previous life, she was just 14 years old when she reached the level.

nShe thought she could shorten the period by about two years if she practiced harder.

nHowever, it was still too late.

n‘Is there a more efficient way?’

nA way to regain her old skills that only remained as a memory in a short period of time.

nAs she laid down and plunged deep into her thoughts, a string of light finally struck her mind.

n“Ah!”

nShe suddenly arose.

n‘A magic barrier!’

nThere must be a magic barrier in the Valentine’s Palace.

nAria recalled the barrier she saw at the entrance of the Ingo Mountains.

nPeople that controlled the barrier were those with a high magical aptitude and had the ability to manipulate energy.

n‘Each person is born with different types of energy, but the essence of it is the same at the end.’

nWasn’t the method similar?

nShe didn’t know if it was a wise decision.

n‘But at least, it’s a more efficient method than mine.’

nAria ran to the library straight away.

nShe was thinking of finding out the person who made the barrier at the entrance of the mountain range.

n‘But what kind of energy do they have? It’s all so unfamiliar to me…’

nAria was in deep thought.

nThe most popular energies in the Pineta Empire were the ‘divine power’ and ‘mana,’ but there were a variety of other energies as well. The minority races, like the Sirens as well, had different types of energy.

nSuddenly…

nAs Aria was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the library, being engrossed in her own thoughts, a man who was about to leave the library ran straight into her.

n“Ouch!”

nHe shouted.

nIt was just a simple bump. However, he yelled because he slipped some documents he held from his hands.

nAria rubbed her arm and stared at the fluttering papers.

nThe five senses of the Sirens weren’t just about hearing.

nShe caught all of the papers that flew in an instant.

nAnd at that moment, her eyes became wide open when she saw the man who collided with her.

n‘This person…’

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