𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑
The place called the West Tower was quite unusual; It was made entirely of rough stone, with exposed stone surfaces on the walls and floors.
Naturally, there were no carpets, and the only furniture was a shabby bed that hardly looked like a bed. There was a toilet and a wall to hide it, at least. Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight, the air circulation felt somewhat poor.
‘It’s just a prison…’
In fact, the walls surrounded it on three sides, and where there were no walls, iron bars stood like a fence.
It seemed that there were several similar cells on the opposite side, separated by a corridor. There was only a small window high up at the back.
Mabel approached the iron bars and shook them with both hands. Naturally, they didn’t budge, so she reluctantly looked around the corridor.
‘There were two gatekeepers where I entered, and there’s one in the back too.’
She needed to quickly escape from here and inform the Kingdom about Kathleen being targeted and Travis being subservient to Wiski.
In frustration, she tapped the iron bars with her palms. But all she heard was a weak echo, and Mabel sighed.
“―Who?”
Suddenly, a voice came from the adjacent wall.
At first, she thought she misheard, but it was followed by a metallic scraping sound. As Mabel widened her eyes in surprise, a man’s voice echoed from the wall on the right.
“Is someone there?”
“…I’m Mabel. Um, who are you?”
She asked cautiously. The man answered again in a barely audible volume.
“…Mutabilis.”
“Mutabilis, huh.”
Since there was no correction, it seemed she didn’t make a mistake.
She couldn’t believe that there were other people here besides herself. Mabel continued to ask questions through the wall.
“Mutabilis, why are you here?”
“…”
No response.
He might not want to answer, so Mabel stopped pressing further.
She sat on the creaking bed, contemplating what to do next.
‘It’s frustrating, but I truly don’t have the same value as my sisters…’
Travis’s words pierced Mabel’s heart. But she didn’t have time to be down.
‘Someone must have noticed that I’ve been kidnapped. I need to find a way to escape quickly.’
Mabel bit her lip, swallowing her frustration.
In the West Tower, meals were delivered twice a day.
Travis seemed to think that he still needed to keep Mabel alive, for now.
‘It’s already the third day.’
After finishing her meal, she scratched the wall. Since there was hardly any sunlight in the cell, she had to do this to keep track of the days.
As she placed the dishes near the entrance, she sensed movement from the neighboring cell.
“Mutabilis?”
Come to think of it, they hadn’t spoken since their initial conversation. After confirming that the gatekeepers were far away, Mabel continued the conversation in a low voice.
“We’re both in a tough situation.”
“…”
Still no response. Mabel sighed but quickly smiled.
‘He reminds me of Eugene of the old days’
When Mabel started going to his castle, he never responded no matter how much she called out to him. She wondered why he kept creeping into her mind and continued to speak.
“I came from the Eakes Kingdom. And you?”
“…”
“Are you one of Wiski’s people?”
“…”
She wondered if there was any question he could easily answer, and Mabel opened her mouth.
“Did you get enough food for the day? Is there any food you like, Mutabilis?”
“. . .”
No luck. Mabel furrowed her brows, but then a low voice finally came from the other side of the wall.
“Something sweet…”
Mabel blinked a few times and smiled happily.
“What do you like? Cookies? Cake?”
“…Cookies.”
“Got it. If we can get out of here, I’ll make them for you.”
Mutabilis’s voice suddenly became slightly louder.
“Really?”
“Yeah. So let’s both do our best.”
With that, Mabel returned to the depths of the cell.
That’s right, she could still hang in there. Mabel reassured herself and lay down on the bed to conserve her energy.
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