The room that has been a hot topic in the Witch’s Castle these days was the room just downstairs from Mirania’s bedroom.
It was originally an empty room that was used as a warehouse, but now it was one of the topics that the people of the Witch Castle are paying the most attention to.
Mirania opened the door. At the same time, the air in the cool room was felt, and the sound of ‘giggling’ stimulated her ears.
Mirania hardened, not understanding the sound of laughter in this room.
Thud—
The door slammed shut.
“Mirania!”
Witches who were concentrating on something for a long time identified Mirania and got up in a flurry.
As they stepped aside, she was able to see what had been hidden behind them. It was a black coffin on a thick stone table. The door was visible where it flew.
“What are you doing here?” Mirania
“…”
“I didn’t tell you to laugh and chat when I permitted you to enter this room. What did I say?” Mirania
When she asked sternly, the tallest witch hesitated and replied, “You told us to just check if there was anything suspicious.”
“But?”
The witches stared at each other in a daze. The shortest and most delicate witch timidly retorted, “I— if we take our eyes off of him for a second, something might happen.”
Mirania’s eyebrows curled up. The harsh air made the witches’ shoulders shrivel a little more.
“Does it mean that some trouble might happen when I’m in the Castle?” Mirania
“…”
“I told you, you guys only need to take care of it when I can’t.”
As Mirania spoke expressionlessly, the witches lowered their heads sullenly. Mirania sighed because she was feeling upset and reprimanded them but didn’t know why.
“I’m not trying to scold you, but it’s because it’s not a good thing to get close to Leberianz.”
The youngest of the witches asked with round eyes, “However… What makes the sleeping prince so dangerous?”
Mirania paid more attention to the words she spoke than to the young witch’s question, “Sleeping prince?”
“Oh, that’s just what we decided to call him.”
The witch blushed and twisted her body. Mirania finally realized that the ‘Sleeping Prince’ was referring to Leberianz.
Mirania, who linked the sweet name of ‘Sleeping Prince’ to Leberianz, who reached out to her heart with his red eyes twinkling, felt nauseous. Her voice came out hoarse.
“…Why?”
“Because we don’t know his name. Le… I think you said something.”
“Leberianz.”
Mirania did not understand. Even if they don’t know the name, why don’t they just give him a good name?
Beast… Oh, there’s also Grecan, so it’s confusing, so they could call him a flying beast or they could call him a bat. Yellow hair, white face, etc. There are so many, but…
