Taming The Lady - Chapter 7
If you ever read a novel or watched a show of the romantic fantasy genre, you might have noticed that things that seemed to have been prophesied would definitely appear in them and they would make the girl who came from another dimension special. Such plot armor in itself would not be bad, since the main girl should always be special anyway.
What I did not like was the fact that the original prophecy did not have any details of who the girl would end up with.
That was too nerve-wracking.
How good would it be if from the beginning the prince who was to become the future emperor, was said to be the fated one for the main girl! Then, the two of them could love each other from the very beginning.
Instead, due to the prophecy, the main girl was made out to be a goddess who came down to the empire and was uselessly thrown in a reverse harem situation. It made her look like a darn octopus with its tentacles squirming over so many guys.
And thanks to her, my dear Raon ended up dead!
Ah! Just thinking about it was making me angry again.
‘Gosh! Dang, it!’
The author seemed to truly like the supposedly fresh plot set up. Because of that, as soon as the main girl arrived in the new world, the author lovingly named her Liliana, and for the sake of the main girl who became a lady of an insignificant family, she heaped blessings on that family and made her out to be the reason for all the good things that happened.
What happened next was unexpected though. The people of that family turned out to be really jealous and shameless and they tried to torment Liliana! And since they were made to be like that, the main girl could just roll over and do nothing but wait for Raon to protect her which he freaking did!
‘Ack! So annoying!’
Every time I daydreamed about coming to that world, I always made sure to remember that storyline; especially that shitty prophecy, so that I could change it.
‘Now that we are here, how do I proceed to attack the prophet to change the prophecy?’
I analyzed the situation carefully with my not-so-clever brain.
I did not care if she was a goddess or a blessing. But I really needed to make sure in the prophecy that the Prince would be the fated one for Liliana. That way I would be able to prevent Raon from uselessly dying in the future.
After thinking about it, I decided to head straight for Sir Lerde.
“Thank you, Betty! The hood will be put to very good use!”
Hearing me say thanks to her, Betty made an uncertain expression that seemed to say she did not expect me to thank her. Her reaction made me smile softly.
“That’s not possible.”
Those were the words of Sir Lerde when I found him at the drill ground. With lines on his forehead, Sir Lerde was shaking his head with a serious expression.
“Sir Lerde, aren’t you tired of that dialogue now?”
‘You must already know by now that there is no point in resisting. After all, you’ll be cornered just like always once I give you a slight smirk.’
“Don’t ask any questions and do what I tell you, or the knights at the drill ground will suffer beyond imagination in the future.”
Sir Lerde’s silence was an immediate confirmation. I really thought that he was such a good person who would try his best to accommodate whatever unreasonable demand I threw at him.
We were at the training ground on the high mountain early at dawn just like always, and as usual, I was completely ignored by Raon. Then we started on our way back to the mansion. After a long walk together Lucas and Raon took a different path to continue their journey and soon went out of our sight. Then I glanced at Sir Lerde.
Sir Lerde looked at me with determination in his eyes and nodded.
The two of us took out the hoods we had been hiding at the same time and put them on. I had a blue hood while Sir Lerde had a red one. Then we headed towards our destination.
The capital, Zadia, was always full of life, probably because the Germen Empire was a powerful nation. There was a lot of interaction among the population all the time.
Sir Lerde and I were walking on the noisy street with a somewhat suspicious look. We had already received a lot of attention due to the out-of-place exotic hoods that we were wearing, but we did not pay too much thought to it and went into an old tavern.
It was an ocher-colored wooden building. Beer kegs were all over the place and the pungent scent of alcohol that stung my nose permeated the air. It looked exactly like a scene that seemed to have appeared thousands of times in any fantasy novel.
‘Exactly the place where rumors start in most fantasy and romance novels.’
I was immensely satisfied when I saw the place filled with people. I quickly sat down in an empty seat. Then a man who appeared to be a store clerk approached us.
“Would you like to place an order?”
With a practiced smile suited to his profession plastered on his face, the clerk asked. On hearing that I signaled Sir Lerde.
“Sir Lerde, lower your voice as much as you can and speak as if you are narrating your words!”
I sent the signal to Sir Lerde but he remained silent.
I poked Sir Lerde with my finger. He seemed to jerk into consciousness and started to clench his neck and tighten it.
‘Well then, should we officially start the game?’
“The one who sits here does not want to waste any life unnecessarily. So, if you have food made with vegetables, we would be thankful.”
I went over everything in my head while admiring Sir Lerde’s performance.
We had made up the fact that I only ate vegetables. In reality, I liked meat a lot.
This was a strategy; a ruse to let those around me think that I was a saintess or something. The sight of a vegetarian wearing a foreign hood was supposed to strike a very fantasy-like cord.
‘Umm……they won’t take me as a mental patient who comes to a pub and asks for vegetables, right?’
Fortunately, Sir Lerde’s performance was so realistic and captivating that the clerk looked very nervous and all eyes inside the tavern were fixed on us.
“Good. This is what I am talking about!”
The clerk disappeared after snapping out of the entrenching performance of Sir Lerde and we started the conversation carefully and skillfully.
“…so, what do you think, Lukeden?”
There was a lot of noise when they heard the word Lukeden. It was a natural reaction. Who was this Lukeden? He was basically the human embodiment of cancer.
I, too, got into my role and responded to Sir Lerde’s words.
“Looks like the time has come.”
I replied with a calm but resonant voice.
I could hear people gulp when they saw my reaction.
‘Hey, Mister! You can’t just faint at the beginning though. Oh gosh, how pitiful…’
“However, this does not seem like a place where we can easily discuss the matter at hand.”
‘Hey lady! Don’t look so disheartened. We are not going to start talking about something this juicy and stop when it’s getting better. Don’t worry, we’ll talk about everything here.’
“But I will lower my voice so that only you can hear it.”
As I slowly turned and looked around the room, people avoided my eyes and collectively sighed deeply. Some were even whistling to avoid my gaze.
I continued my performance with a smile of victory on my lips.
“In the year 923 of the imperial calendar, the goddess will come down to the Germen Empire and her blessings will be bestowed upon this land. She will be the woman fated to become the future Empress of the empire. Her name will be Liliana. She will be a noble being upon whom Ramona will directly pour her light and her light will be blinding.”
Originally, prophets would use words that were hard to decipher and difficult to understand. They would be skilled in speaking in a meaningful way. I have not even tried to tread that way. There were no such things in my dictionary.
‘Currently, it is the year 920 of the imperial calendar’, I thought. The main girl would arrive from her world exactly in the year I was going to turn fifteen. I was supposed to be in the academy at that time.
‘So, will it be exactly one year after I enter the academy?’
In the novel, there was a prophet named Lukeden; a rumored prophet who wore a blue hood that appeared to be from a foreign country.
Lukeden was rumored to have lived for a thousand years.
No one actually knew who it was under the hood but according to the plot set-up, he was a supporting character with a handsome face and a dark backstory.
Even though he was quite a popular character in the novel, to me, he was just a villain who got Raon killed and nothing more.
My true purpose had been to meet up with Lukeden and formally change the prophecy.
But to try to meet Lukeden was like trying to find the proverbial needle in the haystack. I was neither a god nor the author herself, so I had no idea where Lukeden would be hiding.
So I reversed the idea.
‘It will be in the spring of the 921th year of the imperial calendar when Lukeden is supposed to spread his prophecy. Won’t it be better if I pretend to be Lukeden and move one step ahead of him by spreading it first?’
I already knew that it was not reliable enough to be considered a prophecy. After all, my ultimate goal was not to become the actual bearer of the prophecy.
For the next few days, Sir Lerde and I kept heading to the same sparsely populated location situated at the foot of the mountain. We changed into the same hood and went around three different pubs in order to spread the false prophecy.
“I can see what Liliana looks like. I see that she has shiny brown hair.”
“Liliana will come down at the Academy.”
“Liliana is the only woman for the Prince. She will not be able to love anyone else.”
I added more accurate details little by little to the prophecy and did my best to spread it around.
Sometimes, some small fry would try to raise a ruckus and disrupt us, but Sir Lerde always handled it quietly. At Sir Lerde’s overwhelming performance they would mostly run away with their tails tucked between their legs.
And naturally, one day, the one we were waiting for came on his own.
As we were leaving the pub and entering the alley, I heard a beautiful voice and immediately noticed the owner of it.
The man had his hood taken off which diffused his strong aura to some extent and put me at ease a little bit. As he approached me, I knew who he was at first glance.
Pale white skin. Alluringly long and wavy turquoise-colored hair. Luminous emerald-colored eyes. The true form of Prophet Lukeden who looked as if he had in him all the beauty of the world gathered in one place.
The saying “When the fake one is around, the real person is in tears” came to my mind.
Since he wouldn’t be able to see my face under the hood, I made my trademark devilish smirk at him.
‘Hello? Nice to meet you, Lukeden. Well then, should we start our story from here on?’
‘In order to make sure that Raon does not die, your original prophecy must be changed. Not a reverse harem situation again but a truly romantic exclusive time for Crown Prince and Liliana with love in the air…’
The gorgeous Lukeden was smiling like he had nothing to hide and he seemed very gentle. That was the first impression he gave.
“…Are you the rumored prophet around here?”
In truth, Lukeden was a pretty cheeky character who did not have too much refinement or respect when he talked to people. But peculiarly, he used nothing but formal language when he made his prophecies or oracles.
I tapped Sir Lerde on the shoulder a couple of times. This was a signal that meant the person in front of us was not some random small fry. Sir Lerde also seemed to be a little nervous.
I immediately lowered my voice and started getting into character.
“That’s right. I am the Prophet Lukeden.”
One could see a very prominent vein appearing on Lukeden’s forehead. It looked like he was very angry.
At first glance, he seemed to be a gentle being but he was not what he appeared to be, and that reverse side of him was extremely violent. For such a person, how would it feel if he saw someone impersonating him right in front of him?
I did not know if his anger would subside even if he tore me to death.
“Prophet, if there is not even an ounce of a lie in those words, care to talk to me for a moment?”
Lukeden was showing both attention and blatant hostility to my prophet’s impersonation. And I was trying hard to suppress my joy. It would be a lie if I said it was not scary, but Lukeden himself was responding to my provocation. Everything was going as I had planned, so I was naturally very excited.
‘I am starting to think my plan might work after all.’
Lukeden led us to a shabby inn with very few people inside. He was most likely staying there for a long time because of his aversion to people.
We entered the small room, and after quickly choosing a seat, I sat down on it with an expression that made me feel a bit tough. Shortly after, I raised the hood slightly up to look at Lukeden and then lowered it quickly.
Just by looking at his face, his personality seemed more violent than what was described in the novel.
‘What do I do………? No matter what, I am going to work hard for a blooming future with Raon!’
“You must answer my questions. Depending on your answer, I will decide if I should kill you on the spot or not. Of course, I will kill you if you don’t answer me.”
He had a calm look even though he had just threatened to kill us.
His words were not mere threats. Lukeden had lived a thousand years and there was blood on his hands from killing numerous people. He was by no means a clean, innocent prophet.
Even though I knew that I still decided to wage a war against him.
Because that was the only way to win Lukeden over.
To Be Continued.
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