The only ones that had escaped Tristanâs wrath were the glass cabinets filled with high heels. Every time Tristan waved her hand, she deliberately avoided those cabinets.
After venting for a while, Tristan finally calmed down a bit.
Once calmed, Tristan furrowed her beautiful brows.
"It seems Mother is quite concerned about the Prophecy Child. Whatâs going on?"
As the queenâs adopted daughter, Tristan had noticed something off about her mother.
"Is it because of that prophecy?" Tristan muttered to herself, saying, "Could Mother really believe in such things? Arenât they just the foul and filthy words left by the Mirror Clanâs scum before being burnt to ashes?"
As this utterance left Tristanâs lips, a voice suddenly rang out and reached her ears.
"What foul and filthy words are you referring to?"
On hearing this voice, Tristan came back to her senses.
"Is that you, Beryl?"
Tristan approached a mirror and smiled at the reflection.
It was an entirely different expression compared to the one she showed others.
In front of others, although Tristan always wore a smile, it was mean and cruel, as if imbued with a bloody intent to chop off othersâ limbs.
But in front of this person, Tristanâs smile was genuinely happy and joyful, as if she was looking at a beloved.
"So you were listening to me speak, Spinel!"
Spinel was Tristanâs nickname and term of endearment for this person.
"I have just arrived as well, Miss Spinel."
The man initially called Beryl by Tristan laughed from within the mirror.
Upon closer inspection, he was a man dressed like a bartender, with slicked-back hair, a lean and tall figure, appearing as if he belonged to the underworld.
The man seemed to be conversing with Tristan remotely through some sort of magic or magical artifact. Seeing Tristan smiling happily at him, he too showed a bright expression.
"It seems the meeting in Camelot today still failed to satisfy you, Miss."
The handsome man known as Beryl Gate laughed like this.
"Donât mention it." Tristanâs discontent rose again as she puffed her cheeks and said, "Mother didnât even look my way nor speak to me."
"Thatâs unfortunate." Beryl consoled, "But itâs alright, Miss Spinel. Queen Morgan must have deliberately ignored you in public because it was not a place to show concerns frankly. Itâs not that she doesnât care about you."
"Really?" Tristanâs eyes brightened as she continued, "Is that truly why Mother didnât speak to me?"
"Of course." Beryl affirmed, "After all, she is the Queen of Britannia. If she were to reveal her private feelings in such a setting, she would be criticized by those fairies. We have to consider your motherâs position."
"Mother would never be criticized." Tristan countered, "Those trash fairies are terrified of Mother; how could they ever have the audacity to criticize her?"
"Youâre not wrong there." Beryl nodded in agreement but added, "Even so, she still has to maintain the dignity of a queen. Try to understand her."
"...Well, you have a point." Tristan begrudgingly said, "Alright, Iâll find another opportunity to have a private moment with Mother later."
"Thatâs the spirit." Beryl looked pleased and then shifted the topic, "I heard that the Tusk Clan found the Chosen Child. Is that true?"
"What?" Tristan was momentarily taken aback, her voice tinged with confusion, "Are you also interested in the Prophecy Child, Spinel?"
"Sort of." Beryl shrugged helplessly, "Itâs not so much the Prophecy Child Iâm interested in, but the otherworldly magician."
Berylâs words reminded Tristan of one of the lines from the Mirror Clanâs prophecy.
"âThe chosen staff shall lead them, the traveler from afar shall watch, the Redeeming Child shall reach the jade throneâ."
This "traveler from afar" referred to the otherworldly magician mentioned by Beryl.
It was said that an otherworldly magician would accompany the Prophecy Child, assisting him (or her) to ascend to the throne.
Belley was particularly attentive to this matter and had even once warned the Queen, claiming that the otherworldly magician was an invader from outside, an enemy of the Fairy Country Britannia, who must be guarded against.
Tristan, however, wasnât much concerned.
"I think you and Mother are both too anxious; thereâs no need for that." Tristan murmured, "What kind of Prophecy Child is that? How could such an inexplicable person ever defeat Mother?"
"And you, Spinel, why care so much about that otherworldly magician?"
"Anyhow, such an incomprehensible person couldnât possibly be a match for you, right?"
Tristanâs words led Beryl to smirk with significance.
"Maybe." He didnât deny it but simply said, "Actually, Iâm not really interested in that otherworldly magician."
As he spoke, Beryl lowered his head.
"Itâs his companion that interests me."
Tristan didnât catch that sentence clearly.
She only heard another one.
"Keep an eye on the Prophecy Child for me, Miss Spinel." Beryl spoke cheerfully, "Iâve got something I want to do, is that okay?"
Tristan pouted but eventually nodded in agreement.
And so, the brewing storms began to rage.
The unrest in Fairy Country Britannia had commenced.