It suddenly occurred to me that my mouth was lonely.

　My lips were strangely dry and my cheeks were cold. There was a sticky, unpleasant feeling in my mouth. It doesn't matter if it's water, alcohol, or anything else. I wanted to put something in my mouth and get rid of this unpleasant feeling first.

　As I reached out to explore my surroundings, I opened my eyes. Instantly, sunlight shone into my eyes. I reflexively blinked my eyelids a few times, and my blurred vision finally regained its outline.

　I wonder where I am now. As I stared at the stone ceiling, I wondered absentmindedly.

　Apparently, my body is awake, but my mind is not. No thought that could be called a thought came into my head at all, as if my head itself was telling me to lie down for a while longer. I'll take that as a yes.

　I squinted my eyes as my eyelids grew heavy again, and my right hand cut through the air, searching for something but the water.

　If this is on the bedclothes, there should be a jug or a bottle of wine by the bedside. Just as I begin to feel annoyed with my hand that keeps cutting the sky, something gets tangled in my fingers. It felt as if a thread had become entangled. You shake your fingers lightly, but they don't come undone.

　You look at it, wondering what it is. There were a few silvery strands tangled in the fingers of my right hand. I felt my thoughts, which should have been barely functioning, running noisily inside my skull.

　--Silvery threads?

　It certainly looked like it, gleaming in the sunlight. A silver thread, so smooth and beautiful that each strand would probably be worth something.

　But strangely, would I really have used such a thing for bedding? It looks too expensive to be within my reach. I'm sure the heraldic order would not have wasted their money on such luxury items. If so, why is there a silver thread right next to my bedside?

　As a matter of fact, I had a hunch. A very, very bad feeling. My lips almost cramped up. I was sure that this was not actually a silver thread.

　I open my eyelids wide, in a truly fearful way. I turned my face to the right. And there it was.

　My knight, breathing undisturbed, with his neat face generously exposed to the sunlight. The figure of Kalia was right next to me, so close that our bodies were almost touching. And it must be her flowing hair that I'm twirling in my right hand.

　So, I'm going to die here.

　I heard my heart murmur unconsciously. I don't even know why, but the mere fact that I'm looking at Kalia's sleeping face up close makes some part of me feel threatened. I don't know why I'm in this situation in the first place, but I am.

　I turn my face away from Kalia's sleeping form as if to escape. In fact, apart from the instinctive sense of danger that my body is telling me, it's not good to keep staring at her. It's not that there's anything wrong with it. Anyway, it's not good.

　Let's get out of here. Or rather, escape.

　Searching from one end of my mind to the other, I can't figure out how I ended up in this situation. At least I'm pretty sure it's not me. Of course I did, I crushed that lump of flesh monster at the Lordship of Belle Fain. I just don't understand how things have suddenly become like this. Then it's better to pretend you never saw it all.

　I tried to raise myself up, handling my hair carefully so as not to pull it out of my right hand.

　As soon as I did, I noticed that my left arm itself was stuck as if it was frozen. It wasn't that my arm was useless, but I felt as if something was holding me back at the elbow. And the something holding me down was warm.

　I gulped down my breath. My lips are still strangely dry.

　This time, I turned my gaze to the other side of Kalia, to her left. I see her long black hair rippling comfortably on the white bedding.

　The sorceress, Fialaert-la-Borgograd, was curling up and letting out a sleepy sigh, looking quite comfortable. He hugged my left arm, as if it was natural.

　I wondered if this was going to be more trouble than I thought. Such words suddenly popped up in my mind.

　Why are these two people breathing together on the not-so-large bedding? And why am I at the center of it all? I don't know. I just don't get it.

　My brain finally began to comprehend the deadly situation I was in, and I began to suspect that I was in a room in Garou Amalia.

　--Are you awake yet, employer? I've brought you some food.

　Knock, knock. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but I think it's a good idea.


　"Ann, how is he?


I'm not sure how he's doing, Anne.

　In the event that you're not sure what to do, you can always ask your doctor.

"Yes, Saint Mattia. The medical officer says there are no special problems. I'm sure she'll wake up soon.

　Even as she said this, Anne's gaze never left the parchment spread out on her desk, her fingertips touching the quill. The same is true of Mattia, the saint who approached Anne. Neither of them slowed down their hand movements even for a moment.



　At any rate, for some time, the city had been without the matier itself, the central function of the walled city of Garou Amalia. There was no way that even Anne, her right-hand woman, could provide for all of its functions. At best, she could only give first aid to the wounds of the missing Saint Mattia. It's just a stopgap measure.

　Naturally, the number of affairs and projects that could not be handled would pile up high.

　Therefore, Mattia spends all of his time except for sleep at his desk, as if he were paying for his temporary freedom. No, to be honest, it's still not enough. Anne managed to swallow the breath that was threatening to escape her lips.

　It would have been better if it was still just a matter of Garouamalia's internal affairs. Now there was a new problem piling up here.

　With the fall of the lord in charge of the city's political affairs and the disappearance of the steel princess who controlled the mercenaries, the mercenary city of Belle Fain has become a kind of vacuum. The heraldic religion is now eager to take control of this city. It's so bad that they're devoting almost all of their political power to fighting Belfaine.

　Of course. After all, a metropolis as large as Belle Fain is within reach, so it is hard not to be giddy. It would not be so difficult for the heraldry to exert its influence now.

　After all, in the midst of chaos, the people cannot choose their own rulers. If there is one who leads and governs, they will follow him without knowing it. It is like a sheep being led by a shepherd who leads the flock without knowing where it is going.

　Now Belfain is a sheep. They are just waiting for the fangs of the wolf to sink in.

　Therefore, it would not be an exaggeration to say that heraldry has brought the huge city of Belle Fain under its influence in addition to Galuamaria. That in itself is nothing short of wonderful.

　Yes. If you look away from the huge increase in political workload that comes with it.

　--Maybe I'm going to die here.

　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

　The work of the saint Mattia and the heroes is indeed wonderful. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I think it's a good idea to have a little bit of a break.

　I am sure that if I were to write history with a pen, I would write about the hero with applause and praise. But beside that, Ann would like to add this.

　It is undoubtedly Largd-Anne who has suffered the wrinkles caused by his, Lugis', heroic actions.

　Anne felt her vision dazzling. She opened her lips to distract herself from the fatigue.

"I think it's Vestalines you should be worried about. She's calmed down now, but it looks like Bruder's been staying with her most of the time.

　Vestalinu, the Steel Princess.

　Anne understands that she is the most important trophy in this mess. In the mercenary city of Belle Fain, the real ruler behind the scenes is of course the lord, Mordor-Gorn. In the event that you have any questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site.

　This is the reason why it is so important for you to have a good relationship with your family and friends. This would of course be the case for Mattia as well.

　It's a beautiful story about Vestaline, a steel princess who lost her father, and who devotes herself to ruling while protecting her wounded body. The people love such a beautiful story. If there is a story that the people like, it makes it easier for them to rule. It doesn't matter to the people who is really ruling behind the scenes.

　Vestalinu, the Steel Princess, in the front, and heraldry in the back. If this formality can be maintained, the concerns in Belle Fain will almost disappear. This is the reason why she and her family member Bruder are the ones that the heraldry wants to keep. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

　This is why she looked up for a moment and whispered in her heart.

　--I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

　I'm sure this wish will never come true, but I couldn't help but wish it.