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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: A Plausible Hypothesis
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Meanwhile, at the border of the Aurarian Empire.
A man in a black robe, riding a white horse, crossed the border.
The soldiers who let him pass murmured excitedly.
Their excitement stemmed from having seen one of the heroes from the battle against the Mad Dragon.
A handsome man by the name of Griffith.
After crossing the border, he rode swiftly toward the capital of the Aurarian Empire.
That night.
Calix lay in bed, but he couldn't sleep all night.
His mind was filled with thoughts of Lellia.
From what he had observed, she was a truly good person.
He had felt it again when he went to her earlier to ensure she kept his secret.
“You. That… thing with me last night, you can’t tell anyone.”
“…Of course. Please, don’t worry. But more importantly, are you all right?”
“Uh… Yeah, I’m fine.”
He had gone to sternly warn her, worried she might tell Romeo about his episode.
But Lellia had nodded as if it were a matter of course and, to his surprise, had been more worried about him.
That gesture only deepened his trust.
She was a truly loyal and dependable person.
‘I had no idea she was carrying such pain…’
At any rate, Calix liked Lellia, not least because she reminded him of Leo whenever he saw her.
‘No wonder she didn't feel so awkward to be around, even though she's a girl.’
Ever since he was a child, Calix had found it difficult to talk to women.
This was because he was simple, to put it kindly, and uncouth, to put it less so.
Around women, he always felt an unnecessary pressure to be more polite and composed, which made interacting with them a challenge.
And yet, Lellia had been easy to be around from the very beginning.
Was it because she was so much like Leo?
As Calix spent the night thinking about Lellia, another hypothesis came to mind.
‘Or what if she was born a boy but raised as a princess?’
He remembered hearing a similar story somewhere, back in his mercenary days.
It was a tale from long ago, about a country where only men could inherit the throne. The story went that someone born a boy was raised as a girl to prevent him from becoming a threat to the crown.
It was a rather plausible hypothesis.
If Romeo had been there, he would have told him to “stop spinning tales and get some sleep,” but Calix, in his own way, was dead serious.
And so, Calix lay awake all night, letting his imagination run wild.
