When The Silver Bell Of Charlotte's Pharmacy Rings (Completed Main Story) - Side Story 11

“If Your Majesty feels that way, then I am glad as well.”

Feriera smiled.

“I know.”

That single reply contained dozens, even hundreds of layers of meaning and emotion.

Charlotte, Matiel, and Feriera were comrades who had fought the same war, beyond their roles as monarch and subjects. Though the three of them did not meet often, everyone else who had been present on that day shared the same bond.

“By the way, come to think of it, I heard an interesting story last time from Viscountess Melit… It’s a rumor spreading around town, they say…”

Feriera chatted away like a girl excited to see her friends, looking more radiant, cheerful, and lively than ever before.

Every time Charlotte saw Feriera—growing more mature, bold, and beautiful by the day—she felt proud and gratified, yet could not help recalling the late king’s face, now returned to dust and ashes. She even remembered the secret chamber inside the clock tower where she once sat wearing a mask.

Fate is just like the intricate inner workings of a clock, Charlotte thought.

Because unseen gears begin turning quietly, creating unpredictable currents.

Because incomprehensible, seemingly unrelated pieces align precisely to finally point to the correct time.

〈You must never lie, Charlotte. Those who wield magic cannot speak falsehoods, for they would lose their way in life. Breaking this rule brings you suffering.〉

There were times so difficult she wished lying might have been easier, yet Charlotte ultimately kept the sorcerers’ strange vow.

Each and every choice interlocked and moved together, guiding the hands toward the right direction. It was fortunate indeed.

‘So it was ultimately thanks to your youngest daughter—the only one you ever truly loved—that you no longer remain trapped in that dark clock tower, Your Majesty.’

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