VIO Ch 64 – The Unbeknownst Creeping Shadow (VII)

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The next morning, Legion approached Vio’s side after breakfast. With a refreshed expression, he announced, “We have good news, Lord Violant. Lord Rupheus has been cleared of suspicion.”

Vio placed his cup of tea back onto the saucer and turned to Legion. “I’m glad, but… How did they clear the suspicion on him?”

Legion whispered to Vio’s ears, “An item found on the assailant’s body matches another item belonging to the culprit of a previous attack on Princess Liona in Ruslan.” Afterward, he stepped back and added, “His Highness the Crown Prince has commanded me to keep this matter a secret. He will announce it publicly himself.”

“Alright. So I will learn about the details once that time comes? Can’t I ask you in advance about them?”

“I apologize, but I’m not allowed to reveal anything else.”

“I see. Well, it can’t be helped,” replied Vio. Ars seemed to be taking the cautious route on this matter. However, this raised a question in Vio’s mind. He asked, “But why would he allow you to tell me that?”

“He wishes to ease your worries on this matter. The court doctor has been pestering him about how anxiety can poison the body.”

“So that’s the case. Doctor Méliez is too kind.” Vio released a chuckle. “He’s right. My heart does feel lighter now. Let’s take it easy today. Jill, I wish to work on something that won’t be taxing on me. Please prepare it for me.”

Jill, who was waiting by the corner of the room, replied, “Understood. I will bring the more urgent tasks among those.” He then headed to the bookshelf in the drawing room. 

Worried, Legion asked, “Will you be fine not resting?”

“I’m tired of resting and sleeping. I only have to not strain myself until my injuries heal. I promise to take a break once I feel tired.”

“Understood. Please tell me if there’s anything I can do to help.”

“Thank you. For now, confirm that with Jill first.”

“Yes.”

After a quick bow, Legion followed Jill. Vio savored the taste of every drop of his tea before moving to the chair by the window.

 

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The next afternoon, Vio visited the Flower Palace, which was situated near the borders of the royal capital. 

After passing through the gate of the Flower Palace, he was met with a vast front yard, spruced up with beds of yellow and orange flowers. Beyond that stood an elegant palace, its outer design simple but elegant. Sunlight reflected from its blue roof tiles and white stucco walls. The atmosphere of the entire imperial palace really suited Emeritus King Wingart and his wife Elise.

After stopping at the porch of the palace, Vio disembarked from the carriage and entered the palace with Legion and Jill.

They received a warm welcome from the butler and the servants, after which the butler guided them deeper into the palace.

The interior design was not excessively extravagant in any way. But somehow, all the furniture possessed an exquisite balance between aesthetics and comfort. One could easily sense the master’s fastidiousness when selecting their furniture.

As Vio was appreciating the art and decor, the butler said, “We’re here.” This snapped him back to reality.

The butler opened the oak door before them, which was decorated with floral engravings.

This was the first time Vio had ever visited the palace. Although he feigned calmness, his heart was violently pounding. 

When they entered, his grandparents were already sitting in the drawing room.

Vio bowed in a polite manner. “It’s been a long time since our last meeting, Grandfather, Grandmother. Thank you for setting aside some time for my visit today.”

Clad in indigo blue, Wingart was as thin and sickly as the rumors described him to be. However, his back was straight, and his face was dignified. He still emitted the aura of a leader. His peppered hair was cut short. He had a beard too.

Wingart broke into a smile as affection bled into his golden orbs. “So you’ve arrived, Violant. Come here.”

“It’s been quite a long while, Violant. My, you’re taking more and more after Viola, aren’t you? Come sit with us. Let’s have a chat over tea,” said Elise with a pleasant laugh. 

Wearing a green dress, Elise was an old woman with silver hair, violet eyes, and a kindly face. Her face had wrinkles, but there was a sweet yet dignified air around her.

Elise was probably how Vio’s mother Viola would look like once she grew older.

“Pardon me,” said Vio before sitting down. Meeting his grandparents after such a long time made him nervous. His throat grew parched.

Noticing this, Wingard made a casual shrug and said in a joking tone, “Why are you so nervous in front of family, Violant? Come on, eat some pastries. Our chef baked them. They’re the best.”

This slightly relaxed Vio. 

As prompted, he turned to the delicious pastries on the table. They were cookies that appeared to have been baked in a mold, a thin, translucent layer of jam in the middle. The red and yellow jam reminded him of stained glass. Such beautiful cookies.

“They’ve become popular in the royal capital recently. People call them ‘stained-glass cookies,’” Elise said, happiness in her voice.

The name is exactly like its appearance, huh.

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Finding that interesting, Vio stared at the stained-glass cookies. When he casually looked up, he noticed that his grandparents were staring at him, eyes filled with anticipation. Guessing they wouldn’t stop until he ate one, Vio took a cookie and placed it into his mouth.

The thin layer of sugary goodness melted in his mouth alongside the crunch of the crispy, sweet cookie. Vio slightly widened his eyes in surprise. Then, he uncontrollably broke into a smile and said, “It’s delicious.”

As he thought about asking Rille to make cookies with the Leca candy in the future, Vio reached for the cup of tea in front of him.

Woah, good tea leaves were used for this tea. It’s delicious too.

In fact, the cookies and the tea were so delicious that it made Vio wonder what his grandparents usually ate. At the same time, he refrained himself from smiling too much.

Still, Elise flashed a bright smile. “I’m glad to hear that. If they suit your taste, you can take some back with you later as souvenirs.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” said Wingart. “By the way, Violant, I heard that you protected a princess during the celebration and got hurt… Are you alright?”

Vio’s eyes widened in surprise, and he froze. Wingart’s reaction to the news wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it felt very fresh to Vio. It must be because his father and brother had poisoned him for far too long with their scoldings and lectures of male dignity.

Worry crossed Elise’s face. “What’s wrong? Do you feel ill?”

Vio shook his head. “No, it’s nothing. The court doctor told me to rest, but I only need to not strain myself until my injury heals.”

Wingard nodded. “I see. The court doctor is Meliez, right? His diagnoses are never wrong.”

“What a relief. By the way, Flora stayed here until yesterday, but that child’s rather strange. You’re all she talked about her entire time here. But thanks to that, we learned a lot about you. In fact, this doesn’t feel like the first time we’ve met you in three years.”

“So Flora stayed here during the celebration.”

“Yes. Almost no one in our family stays in the townhouse, am I right? But because of that, I get to play with my grandchild again after such a long time. It was fun,” Elise said in a pleasant manner, a smile on her lips.

A shadow of a smile also lingered on Wingart’s face.

It seemed that Vio’s grandparents also recognized how cute Flora was. As someone with a sister complex, Vio could greatly relate to how they feel.

Then Wingart somewhat straightened his posture. “By the way, Violant, you said you have something to discuss with us. What’s the matter?”

Elise frowned. “Dear, don’t you think we should chat a little longer before bringing that up?”

“But it will be harder to breach the topic the longer we delay, won’t it? We should clear his troubles as soon as we can.”

Reluctantly, Elise nodded. “I guess you’re right.”Then she focused her attention toward Vio.

Nervous, Vio began to speak, “Actually… I wish to ask for your help. Could you protect Mother and Flora if something were to happen?”

In a snap, Wingart and Elise’s mild smiles disappeared, and the air around them turned chilly. 

Wingart rose to his feet. “What? Has that fool finally done it? Even after I threatened to personally kill him if he ever made my daughter cry…”

“I told you, Dear! We shouldn’t have married her off to such a violent person!”

“And I told you I didn’t want to accept the marriage either, alright? But Viola insisted. She said she will accept it for the sake of our kingdom, so I begrudgingly allowed it. Besides, didn’t you also agree in the end?”

“I had no choice! She’s just like me. Stubborn. Once she has decided on something, nothing can change her mind.”

For some reason, the couple started to quarrel. Vio blankly watched their fierce exchange from his seat in amazement.

When Wingart started to walk away, Elise followed him, spouting incessant complaints. As Vio wondered where Wingart was going, the man removed the decorative sword from the wall. “Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

They were arguing just a while ago. But before Vio realized it, his grandparents seemed to have come to an agreement on something.

Finally, Vio came to his senses. In a panic, he raised his voice, saying, “Please wait! Father has nothing to do with what I came here for!”

In an instant, Wingart and Elise immediately stopped in their tracks. 

“…He’s not?” asked Wingart, unhappy.

“Dear, let’s just pretend we didn’t hear that, and proceed with our plan,” said Elise. This made Vio leave his seat in a hasty manner. He then rushed toward them.

They’re definitely Mother’s parents! Just like her, they’re incredibly decisive.

A memory of Viola in a state of rage popped in Vio’s head, bringing a bitter smile to his face.

“Please listen to me until the end. I came here not to talk about Father but about Brother,” Vio said in a meek tone. 

Wingart and Elise exchanged glances.

“Okay, we will listen to you first,” Wingart said, returning the sword to its previous place on the wall.

“Yes, that’s right. We can still stab him afterward,” murmured Elise, the corners of her lips raised in a cold smile.

“….” Vio was quite disturbed by his grandparents’ actions. In the end, he pretended to not have heard anything they just said and returned to his seat.

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