The Prince in Question Is Not Stable-Chapter 38: The Man who Woke up Yesterday.

I’ve been holed up in this room for three days.

During these days, I heard a lot of interesting things about myself.

First, it was Matthias, headmaster of Lunar, who brought me out of the rift.

Sommelier’s glass needle was still stabbed into my abdomen when he saw me. So there wasn’t much loss of blood.

They intended to study the Sommelier’s corps, but his head, which is the most important part of his body, was torn to shreds.

They still thank me for obtaining the corps of a fallen King.

Second, the news about my standoff against an S-ranked demon is still being suppressed. What the majority of the nobles know is that I helped cadets escape, but the details are still vague.

And lastly, Regory is hosting a banquet in the coming week, and I’m the guest of honour there.

"How’re you feeling now? Ymir."

Violet has been healing me for the past five days. Apparently, she didn’t sleep for two days and constantly used her powers to heal my injuries.

Which is a magnificent feat for a saintess because her powers drain at a tremendous rate. And the longer they use their blessings, the more pain they endure.

So her crashout last time was valid.

"I’m really fine. I’m telling you I don’t need any more healing, my body can recover from this over time and training," I said, looking at her.

For some reason, she would always sit on my chest while healing me. I asked her if it’s a norm or if she does this with other people too, and I got slapped again.

"I agree with you..." She said.

’I don’t think so,’

"But as long as you’re in my care, I can’t let you walk out with any wound left in your body," She continued.

Her energy was different. It wasn’t mana, or aura, or demonic energy. It just felt something else.

Whenever she healed me, an eerie sense of uneasiness would grip my chest.

It was scary. Because that feeling felt nostalgic.

Her divine powers would envelope the room in darkness, and only her eyes would gleam as if they were two gothic moons illuminating the environment.

And staring in those eyes when she’s using her power takes a lot of willpower. It feels as if she can tear the soul of a person if she wants to. It doesn’t matter how powerful they are.

And Orochi also mentioned the same thing to me. None of the saintesses are like her.

"Someone’s outside the room," I murmured, and she stopped using her powers.

"What do you mean?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Someone, powerful, is outside the room; he’s standing in front of the gate, but the guards are not able to sense him." I elaborated, and Violet turned her body slightly to look at the door.

"If guards who’re standing outside the gates can’t sense him, how can you?" She asked.

"Because he’s revealing himself to me. It’s a gesture of permission to enter the room," I replied.

"Is he someone you know?" She asked, looking back at me, and sliding off my chest.

"Maybe," I looked at the doors of the room, as they opened up silently.

The room turned silent. Flames on the candles across the wall stilled, because the air had turned still.

Elegant and dark attire. Long black coat over a black vest. Dark hair, neatly combed, broad shoulders and the lean body of a fighter.

Thin spectacles rested low on his nose, and a cane with worn out head from years of use.

But he wasn’t a warrior. What he circulated was mana.

A man dressed like a noble, standing like a warrior with the presence of a magician.

I looked at the knights who were guarding the room, and they were in a trance.

Doors behind him closed as he observed me.

"Greetings," he spoke, still standing near the gates.

He took out a notepad from his coat pocket and started reading something.

’Now I remember...I know him,’ I thought.

World’s most powerful assassin, a commenor, a clearance six magician, and a higher-ranking member of the golden order.

Also, one of the main characters in the Harmony of the Flute.

"Janus is what I’m called," he said, reciting the words in his notepad, and then looked at me.

"You must be Ymir Celestie of Lunar. Fourth Prince of the Lunar Kingdom, and also, Marcus Rile of the Lunar academy..." His words weren’t his thoughts, but notes written by him.

"Gold turns its eyes. You have been noticed." He said and closed his notepad, placing it back in his pocket.

’Gold turns its eyes...it’s a phrase of Golden Order,’ I thought.

It seems like the appearance of a sommelier wasn’t a natural occurrence. Otherwise, the order wouldn’t move.

"Who are you?" Violet asked, clearly wary of him. She had draped one of my long coats over her and was already circulating her divine power across the room.

"I mean no harm," He said, with a deep bow.

"But then again-" he paused, and adjusted his spectacles resting low on his nose. "Harm is rarely a matter of intent,"

His lavender eyes shifted to Violet. "You must be the saintess,"

Her posture stiffened for a second. I looked back at Janus, but that wasn’t his intention. It’s just that he’s too powerful. He’s a peak clearance six magician.

In terms of power, he exceeds Matthias and Victoria. He’s someone who’s known to have powers equal to the Queen of Lunar.

"Your pulse is elevated. Your divinity is strained beyond what five consecutive days of healing should allow. If you continue at this pace, your blessings will not answer you the next time you call."

Her fingers curled into the fabric of the coat draped over her shoulders.

"...Who are you?" She repeated, but her voice was lower this time.

Janus inclined his head slightly.

"I apologise," he said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a notepad once more.

He flipped a few pages. "Ah, yes."

Then looked at me, as I stood up from the bed, and walked towards him.

"I am a custodian of the order, just like you." He said, looking at me, "A clearance six magician, retired."

"Janus, is what people call me," he said, closing the notepad.

"You don’t look retired," I said.

"You don’t look active either," he replied.

"I’m not here to judge you. I’m dispatched to help you." He said and stepped close to me.

"If I wished you dead, you wouldn’t be conscious enough to notice my presence."

There was silence for a while.

"That’s what I would’ve said if I hadn’t seen you upclose," he continued. "Now I have my doubts,"

He tilted his body a little and looked past me. "If you permit, I just need some time alone with our Prince,"

I followed his gaze and found Violet staring at me. She was doubtful.

"It’s alright. I know him," I added.

Her gaze lingered on Janus for a second and then back at me.

"If you feel even a shred of danger," she said, walking past me, "Call my name."

"..."

She exhaled once, and the knights outside the door snapped out of trance.

The doors closed.

Silence returned to the room.

"A reasonable precaution," Janus muttered, and paused.

"That’s what I would’ve said, but what makes our saintess believe she’s stronger than you?" he asked.

"Beats me..." I mumbled. I still remember the crisp slaps, though.