Living As the Villainess Queen - chapter-114
Chapter 114 – Havoc Inside the Treasure House
Larks, which take the form of seeds when they are asleep, usually awaken
when their active period begins, which usually falls during the summer,
when their surroundings are dry and warm. However, it is possible for
them to remain as seeds even during this period if they are submerged in
distilled water or oil.
For that reason, when such a season came, the storehouse keeper kept the
seeds in bottles containing either water or oil in order to act as a seal
and deter the growth of the seeds. Since the Larks would be woken if the
distilled water surrounding them evaporated and if the required amount of
water falls short, the water levels had to be monitored daily.
“Was anyone hurt?” Kasser asked.
“Only minor injuries, Your Highness.” One of the soldiers responded
“Are all the workers gone?”
“Yes, Your Highness. They’ve all been dismissed. There’s no one in
the storage house now.” Kasser nodded his head at this information
and then turned to address the soldiers with him.
“We’ll go in when the sun sets.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” The soldiers responded in unison.
As of the moment, the Larks were running amok inside the storage house.
The safest course of action is for them to first check the location of
their cocoons once the sun goes down, and then to get rid of them all at
once by morning.
The interior of the storehouse was structured like a hive, with numerous
rooms stacked on top of each other. Normally the rooms would be connected
through an opening like a pathway; however, in this structure, every
connecting hallway was obscured by steel doors.
There was a control mechanism developed in cases of emergencies, which
allowed all of these doors to be open at once, and freeing the passages
between rooms. Each of these doors was just big enough for a single
person to crawl through and the doors were also embedded with a smaller
door which was used as an escape route.
Once darkness had completely fallen over them, the storehouse manager
operated the device in order to raise the steel doors. The entrance to
the storehouse was the last of all the doors to open.
The king upon seeing this, began to lead the party, and he and his
soldiers carefully entered the premises.
“This way please, Your Majesty.” The storage house manager called out
as he assumed the position of the guide and stood in front of the group
as they stepped deeper into the building.
The interior structure of the storage was rather complex.
All the rooms looked similar, that the totality seemed to form a maze so
that even if the larks did break out of their seeds, they would not be
able to find their way out easily. It was deliberately designed this way
Not only could those high-grade seeds be traded for a high price, they
were also very difficult to acquire, and so it was essential that they
were well guarded to prevent even thieves from stealing them.
“It’s the next room, Your Majesty.” The storehouse manager informed
Kasser and they slowly rounded up the corner.
As soon as they entered, Kasser’s foot knocked against an empty bottle
and sent it rolling across the floor in a loud manner. He clamoured to
pick it up in order not to cause more disturbance. His expression
hardened as he raised his head and looked around.
There were not just one or two bottles scattered around them.
“It looks like the blasted creature really went on a rampage,” Kasser
muttered under his breath, looking at the disheveled room.
It seemed as though the lark, trapped in that room, had struggled to get
out quite violently, knocking over other bottles and causing the seeds
inside to break open, awakening even more Larks. They supposed that many
Larks had been roused like this as well.
They may be up against more larks than they initially thought.
The soldiers began to spread out in groups and searched in all directions
to find the cocoons of the larks. They thoroughly swept all corners of
the storage house and conducted the search for a long time, and yet even
after hours of labor not one of the soldiers raised their voice to
announce that they had found one.
Kasser and his men were growing frustrated at their lack of progress.
“Your Highness, there are no cocoons to be found.” One of the
soldiers finally reported to Kasser.
“What? You have found none? Then that would mean…” Kasser sucked in
a breath. “As soon as the steel doors were opened, the creatures must
have escaped from this room and made their way towards where the most
high-grade seeds are kept. Let’s go there immediately!” He commanded
the storehouse manager to lead them to the next room urgently.
“Yes! This way, Your Majesty!” The manager picked up his speed as if
he was being chased and led the party out of the room.
The king and his soldiers raced off in the direction the manager dashed
too in an almost panicked state.
Verus stood with his arms folded for a long time. He was lost in deep
thought that he did not notice that darkness had come.
Although it was the peak of his usual working hours, and that he should
be busy attending his work by now, after speaking with Marianne
yesterday, he found himself unable to focus.
He had decided to meet with Marianne with the dual goal of obtaining
information from inside the palace and finding out about the development
between the king and queen. But the meeting had not been what he had
As someone who had lived in the palace for decades, Marianne could be
considered a veteran and was deeply accustomed to the ways of her noble
stature. The way she carried herself was so unlike that for Verus. What
came easily for Marianne was difficult for Verus, who was intelligent,
but lacking in experience, to deal with her.
Verus was taciturn and struggled with expressing his intentions clearly.
While Marianne had devoted most of her years in service to the royal
family and was incredibly loyal to the King. His clumsy attempts at
negotiations would be ineffective with her–she was far too rigid.
That was why he had tried to plan in advance, to predict where the
conversation might go and to prepare various questions and answers that
he might give to her response.
However, he had had no idea that Marianne might come and find him without
warning the very next day after he had sent an errand boy to her. She had
caught him off guard and he did not even have a chance to mentally
prepare himself for their meeting.
The conversation with Marianne, though predictably, did not go as he had
imagined it would be.
He had not managed to obtain any useful information from her like he
hoped. On the contrary, it seemed to him that the Queen by having caught
him by surprise, was the one who got information off of him instead.
He had not been able to think straight at all so he must have slipped.
Verus sighed as he recalled yesterday’s conversation with the Queen.
“The queen would like to meet with you, Chancellor.” the errand boy
came and told him.
“…For what reason does Her Majesty…?” before Verus could continue
the errand boy cut him off and responded.
“You will learn that if you meet with her, of course.”
After Marianne had left, he had been unable to guess the reason for her
sudden visit, no matter how much he racked his brains for an answer. In
the meantime, Verus decided to keep his distance from the queen.
He only had the chance to meet her at formal events, and even then he
only greeted her out of duty, not making any particular attempts at
interaction beyond that. He was the type of person who preferred to focus
on his work over social relationships after all.
Although the position of a chancellor was a political one and in this
line of work, social interaction was unavoidable, he only developed
relationships which could benefit his position and only limited his
interactions with important people if he could.
From the moment he had heard the news from the King that he would be
marrying, he had decided not to get close to the queen. While the Queen
was someone who had the potential to strengthen his political standing,
she could also end up getting him caught up in something messy.
Verus was a man who liked things to have clear beginnings and clear
endings. He detested ambiguity. Involvements with other people, however,
most often became complicated and unpredictable affairs arose from them
which he did not fancy getting caught in. He had no energy for the mess
that came with relationships with people.
Despite his preference of distancing himself from the queen, if Marianne
asked him to meet, he was in no position to refuse her.
But the queen had not only never summoned him – she had never summoned
anyone at all.