âOriginally, itâs a really bad thing, but please keep it a secret if you are found.â
Count Pollan repeatedly asked.
âSure.â
Philomel nodded her head as she followed Count Pollan to the Imperial Palace Prison. Still, he let out a big sigh, feeling uneasy. She was about to take the lead after coaxing Count Pollan, who jumped up and down, saying that Catherine was a high treason and cannot let her meet without the emperorâs burial.
âIn the process, after meeting my birth mother and clearing my mind, I told a white lie that I would positively consider enlisting, butâŠâ
âItâs okay. As long as the Count makes it clear that everyone else is going to be caught.â
There was only one question in Philomapâs mind as she responded rather insincerely to the Count.
âHow come Catherine is still alive?â
Even if Catherine escaped, the prediction that she would eventually be caught was correct. Even Philomel, who had the ring of prominence and prepared to escape in advance, was caught like that. As such, the pursuit of the empire was difficult to avoid. Even so, she told her to run away as her last consideration for her mother, who had brought herself into the world.
There was a glimmer of hope that, by chance, Catherine would be lucky enough to succeed in her run, but such a future was completely unexpected even to Philomel.
She thought, âShe was captured but is still alive.â
Even in the book, Catherine was captured, but she was not spared from execution.
âDid Ellenciaâs plea move the Emperorâs heart because something changed?â
Maybe that variable was created because Philomelâs actions brought everything forward by a year. Then Count Pollan pointed forward and said.
âThatâs the imperial prison.â
Unlike other buildings in the imperial palace, a rough-looking stone building appeared in front of her eyes. Even the spring sunlight in sunny weather was not enough to erase the gloomy energy flowing from the building. The gatekeeper standing in front of the building recognized them and bowed.
âCount Pollan and the princess.â
Philomap was no longer the princess, but the people of the place hesitated and treated her the same as before.
âWhy are you so awkward?â
Philomel stood behind Count Pollan with a puzzled look on her face.
âShe came to see âthe womanâ.â
Count Pollan opened his mouth in a low voice.
âYou can go in. The prison guard will guide you.â
The gatekeeper opened the door without question. The emperorâs secretary and daughter passed the strict surveillance without incident. Count Pollan decided to accompany her only to the entrance and face Catherine alone with Philomel. It was because she couldnât keep him busy all the time, and Philomel had asked him to do so.
Before Count Pollan left, she thanked him.
âIt must have been difficult, but thank you for listening to my request.â
ââŠmy.â
Count Pollan stared at Philobel with serious eyes.
âNo matter what anyone says, the princess might be Her Majestyâs.â
With a shy smile, the count left the imperial prison.
ââŠno, Count. I am not that manâs daughter.â
Philodel heard a belated reply.
âI just wanted to tell you this.â
* * *
âHere it is. Princess.â
A prison guard guided her to the prison where Catherine was. Philomel winked, and he hurried back the way he had come. This allowed him to briefly talk to Catherine.
âEllen? Are you Ellen?â
At her pretending to be alive, the woman in the prison barred her face close to her bars. A crackling sound echoed through the prison.
âSorry. Itâs not the daughter you expected.â
Philomel took a step closer to Catherine and answered quietly.
âPhilomelâŠ!â
Recognizing Philomelâs face, the womanâs face was stained with astonishment, just like the first time she saw her. Philomel sneered coldly.
âI am not your daughter until the end.â
Then, after a moment of hesitation, Catherine reached out her hand over her bars. Her fingertips trembled slightly.
âHave you been caught too? Are you all right? Iâm glad. Iâm so glad. Come and show me your faceâŠâ
Match!
Philomel removed her hand.
âNow donât pretend to worry.â
Was it because of her own actions when she found Elencia? Catherine exclaimed in an urgent voice.
âNo, donât get me wrong! I didnât know youâd be here. I didnât think anyone but Ellen was worth coming to see meâŠâ
âOh, is that so? Then Iâll say yes.â
Philomel sneered, holding her breath. Uncharacteristically, she reacted too emotionally. Didnât she know well that Catherine was such a person anyway? She didnât see her as her daughter, and the very drawn-out woman couldnât look straight at Philomel, she only looked at the floor.
She said, âI fell nothing but sorry for you. I know itâs a sin that canât be washed away even if I pray for the rest of my lifeâŠâ
Catherine muttered in a small voice that she could only hear if she were very attentive. Philomel looked at her silently. She had a hand wrapped in a bandage, probably injured and shackles on the ankles, but she didnât feel sympathy for her.
Kidnapping the princess was a sin worthy of death. Ellensiaâs request might have saved her life for now, but she would soon be executed according to the book. So there was no need for Philomel to pour out her feelings.
âIâm glad I bought the last hour of my life, even for a short while. Your daughter gave it to me, so make the most of it.â
âPhilomelâŠâ
âIâm leaving this place. Iâm going to go somewhere I donât know and live quietly.â
She didnât know if there was such a place in the yard where her face was unknown all over the continent.
âSo goodbye. Please rest in peace until the last moment.â
Philomel calmly continued. She was what she feels now. She somehow wanted her to feel at ease until her brutal death. And she was sincere in that. After all she was the one who gave birth to her but never became her mother.
âHi and goodbye forever.â
Her pleading made Catherineâs eyes wet.
âWait a minute! Canât you just stay here a little longer? Huh? Iâm begging you. Please, pleaseâŠâ
Did the last goodbye at least get emotional? Philomel suddenly felt unbearably loathsome for Catherine, who stretched out her hand affectionately toward her.
âWhy? Ah, should I tell you about Ellencia, which you are so curious about?â
A black flame blazed in Philomelâs chest.
âElencia is doing well. She plays backgammon with her real father, and her real motherâs nanny takes good care of her. She lives well enjoying the things she should normally enjoy in a large and splendid room that is incomparably larger than that shabby house.â
As she poured out her words as she thought, a question came to her mind. Why hadnât Ellencia visited that place yet? Wasnât she worried about her mother?
She thought, âIs it simply because Eustis wouldnât let her?â
Catherine replied weakly.
âThatâs not what Iâm curious about Ellen.â
âThen what is it?â
ââŠIs Ellen the same as usual?â
Philomel snorted. At the end everything was to talk about Ellencia.
âHow do I know what he was like?â
âThen is Ellen normal?â
ââŠYes?â
It was a strange question. Is she ânormalâ?
At that time, an alien light hovered in Catherineâs eyes. There was a dark tinge of disbelief and anxiety.
ââŠEllen has changed.â
She bit her lips and groaned like a scream.
âShe got weird a few months ago. Sheâs not the Ellen I knew.â
âWhatâs weird about her?â
It didnât sound like a lie to get out of the situation. Philomel frowned and asked.
âAll.â
âHow specifically?â
Catherine pondered.
âHmm. Her way of speaking has changed, her gait has changed, and her appetite was like a different personâsâŠâ
Then, as if she was surprised by what she said, she suddenly waved her hand.
âNo! I made a mistake. I said that Ellen had become a different person but⊠What must have happened to her because sheâs been in a place like this all along.â
Catherine pulled the corners of her mouth, but in Philomelâs eyes she looked like she was afraid of something.
ââŠâ
And for a while, neither of them said anything. The woman who rubbed her hands left her last words.
âGo out now. If you get caught here for no reason, you might be misunderstood that you are conspiring with me. And thank you for visiting me one last time.â