The Escape of Layla

"Your Highness, which way?"

"A little, for a walk."

A few days after I touched the contraindications of this castle, on a well-sunny, full moon night, I decided to go outside. Because Monica was concerned about the beauty of the moonshadow tower. If I can, I want to keep that sight burning in my eyes by the next time I see Monica and share some beautiful memories with her.

I really wish I could be seen alongside Monica, but she has a job to do, too. Besides, there was no excuse to call Monica, who wasn't looking after me around.

"We're here for you."

Two of the escort knights standing in front of the door of my private room follow me silently a few steps behind me.

Yes, assuming we can call Monica, it's not like we can both be seen. Instead, the space of a library where Monica and I can talk is special to me.

If we went out in the garden, the big round moon was illuminating the castle and it was quite a scenic sight. It is rare to go out to the garden at night, but it is also a pleasure to see the familiar landscape stained with silver.

But will the wind be a little cold at night? I'm glad I've weaved my jacket just in case, I step on the lawn and head to the Moon Shadow Tower.

"Your Highness, I was wondering if I might not be too close to you."

An escort knight who rarely speaks to my actions told me to be embarrassed when he realized I was headed toward the Moon Shadow Tower. I don't know who there is now, but maybe he doesn't want me to get too close because of the strong impression that the prisoner is a place to be locked up.

"Just a little look at the view. Someone told me the moon-lit tower was beautiful."

"… I understand"

Sakukukuku, and the footsteps for the three of us sound. I guess there are guards around the gate. I heard a slight talk on the wind. The royal castle is still a peaceful place today. I can't even breathe once in a while when I think about Monica's story, the young lady my father loved, but if I go outside like this, I feel refreshed.

After a while, I finally see the sight of purpose. The tower in the corner of the royal castle's grounds created a mysterious atmosphere in the light of the moon. I don't know the exact number of floors because I've never actually been inside, but at least I'm pretty sure they're not high enough to jump off and help.

What the hell did Miss Leila use to escape from this tower that she was imprisoned by her father? First of all, I guess there were collaborators because they wouldn't be able to do it alone, but they don't have the means for a captive person to communicate with the outside world in the first place. Even if help comes from the outside, it shouldn't be bad for someone who can break the Royal Castle's strict security.

Oh, and the wind blows through. A black jacket woven on his shoulder swayed. When I got here, I couldn't even hear the guards talking, and the moonshadow tower was certainly beautiful on a quiet night. Had I not known the purpose of the use of the Moon Shadow Tower, I could have praised it more wholeheartedly.

Did Monica also think it was beautiful to see this view? Loosen her cheeks as she remembers her slightly habitual redhead and sunny smile. For Monica, the sunlight suits her much better than the moonlight, but inadvertently, she blurred wondering what it would be like if she were in the moonshadow tower.

If Monica became the Lord of the Moon Shadow Tower and you stayed in that tower the whole time. Then I could go see him every day without saying once a week. It must be so much fun to read a book with her and forget the time and talk to each other the night must be unimaginable.

I thought about it so much, I returned it to me. Out of the way, I can see my heart bouncing.

What the hell was I thinking right now?

Bullshit, my heart was pounding. This was the first time I was born that I thought I was afraid of my thoughts.

"That, this song..."

Two, saved by words that the escort knight behind rarely grumbled. Whatever, I wanted a topic that deluded the sooner pulse.

"Song?"

Looking back at the knight and visiting him, the knight bowed his head as if he had been frightened.

"I'm sorry. I'm relieved."

"That's okay. What's wrong with the song?

Force me to fix my usual smile and connect conversations. Most of all, when it comes to trying to continue a conversation with a knight, it is true when it comes to my unusual behavior.

The knight also looked somewhat like he had eaten it because he seemed surprised by it, but he began to look at the moonshadow tower and talk pompous.

"Actually, there are rumors going on among the servants. From time to time, I hear fine singing from the moonshadow tower, he said. It's a ghost, what a rumor... now I feel like I heard that singing..."

"That's a pretty creepy suspicion."

Imagining the knight, I tried to clear my ears softly, too. All I could hear for a while was the sound of the wind, but from time to time, I feel like I hear something like fine singing. It would have been until then if they told me it was the sound of the wind, but maybe enough to be a seed for bizarre discourse.

"It's true, I heard it, too. Shall we come a little closer?"

"Your Highness, you must not be too close to such a place. The tower where the sinners were imprisoned."

"... even those who were not sinners were imprisoned"

Like Miss Leila, who was imprisoned for her father's unilateral obsession. Haven't the pompous words reached the escort knights, nor have they been pursued any further?

In the cold night breeze, if you approach the moonshadow tower, it feels like something slightly like singing is getting louder. Still, it was a really slight voice to the point where I could be convinced if they told me it was my fault.

The moonshadow tower, seen up close, was giving another peek at a different side than earlier. Hit and change from a mysterious atmosphere to feel gloomy and creepy air. Was Miss Leila imprisoned without sin in a place like this? There's something unusual about your father's career.

"Your Highness."

Second, he talks to the escort knight behind him and looks back halfway. I wondered if I could be blamed for approaching the Moon Shadow Tower too close, but the knight's gaze seemed poured between the Moon Shadow Tower and the Royal Castle. If I stare at him as I follow his gaze, I will not breathe in its shadow, which rose blurry in the light of the moon.

"Is that... Your Majesty?

"Perhaps so."

I can't believe your father's out this late at night. Sometimes it's unusual to be someone who rarely shows up in public except during official business and meals. My father, like me, took about two escort knights and seemed to be walking towards the Moon Shadow Tower.

"What the hell can I do for you at this hour..."

Moon Shadow Tower and Father. Now that I've listened to Monica, what a disturbing combination. I guess this outing also means something, just knowing that my father is not the kind of person who takes walks without purpose.

The curiosity in front of me hurts. I wonder what's left of the moonshadow tower today without Miss Leila. Is there something in that place that just lets your father take his leg?

"Just fine, shall we go? You may also know the truth about the mystery."

"Your Highness... I was wondering if I would see His Majesty without any promises..."

"Promise? That stuff, it just gets rejected even when I try to install it. You must wait at the entrance to the Moon Shadow Tower."

It's a little harsh dancing, but there's no way they can tell me back. He couldn't have walked out after my father and left me alone, and ended up following me as a silent acknowledgement.

"This is the moonshadow tower..."

The knights who were at the entrance to the Moon Shadow Tower were asked to pass by lying appropriately, "I have an appointment with Your Majesty". The cobblestone corridor creates a gloomy atmosphere and doesn't seem like a tower that will capture you very much.

Perhaps the only one making extravaganza is the top room of the tower, otherwise it's a cold place as if it were a prison. I can also convince you why Monica was unusually scared.

A stone staircase leading up to the tower and a dim staircase leading down to the basement. In the meantime, I saw two stairs.

I wonder where your father went. If you ask me to choose one, I'd rather choose a staircase leading up to the tower where the moonlight pours, than a staircase to the dim basement, but I didn't come to see you. We have to go after Father.

For one thing, when I stepped into a stone staircase to try to find the top of the tower, fu, a thin singing sounded from the basement as I heard it earlier. Now it's a decent, clear voice that can be recognized as singing.

Is this a lullaby? I miss it terribly. I feel sentimental for a moment on that scale. The queen and the other mothers used to sing this lullaby beside me.

The singing I thought was just fine, if I listened carefully, was a very poor beautiful voice. There is something intensely appealing about the frivolous atmosphere that is likely to disappear.

When I realized I was beginning to descend the stairs leading down to the basement to be guided by the singing. I can see the pulse quickening a little bit to that voice that grows louder every step down.

Down the stairs, it was like a dungeon. Slowly he proceeded to his feet, smiling his face at the rusty smell mixed with the slightly flowing air. In addition to the singing, the sound of pounding and water dropping zero.

It was a dungeon in a shitty environment, the opposite of the room that would capture you on the moonshadow tower. It was easy to imagine that only the moonlight that plunged through the tiny window with an iron lattice was the only source of light that would have been wrapped in the dark if it had been raining.

A place like this, I'm going to feel touched if I'm even here for a week. Keep walking on the cold cobblestone with your lightly gripped hands against your nose and mouth.

The singing, I felt, was getting closer. The only song that comes along is the most famous babysitter song in the country, but it was a beautiful voice that could be heard forever.

Eventually, I will see the singing princess. The sight burned in my eyes at that moment was as beautiful as a single painting.