Sururu.
I trudged out of the mirror.
“Ellet!”
“Sister!”
Today, my companions screamed my name a lot.
“Sigh……at first glance you look fine. Are you okay, Captain?”
“Hey, Ellet! What happened?”
“I was worried, sister!”
Ephael, Hestio, and Ash surrounded me and expressed their concerns.
In the distance, Frintz and Raywin, who had joined the Kingdom’s army, could be seen heaving a sigh of relief. Bianca, who was in Frintz’s arms, smiled broadly as if she was about to cry when our eyes met.
[‘The Eyes that Watch Over the Chaos of All Things’ hints that Bianca only smiles like that at you.]
And finally, Thesilid…
“……”
He was standing motionless, slightly behind the group.
His normally pale skin now looked unusually bloodlessly white as if he had been left alone in a place where he couldn’t breathe.
“Terry.”
“……Eli.”
It was only after my call that he let out a rush of air to relax his lungs.
It felt weird to realize he was finally breathing again. I cautiously spoke to him.
“You knew there was no way I would fall for this trick.”
“Still.”
“I thought you noticed everything when we made eye contact earlier. Which is why you let go of the chains.”
“……Even so.”
[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ hints that the main character can only breathe if you are there.]
[‘The Eyes that Watch Over the Chaos of All Things’ frowns that such an excessive relationship makes no sense.]
Then Tesilid spoke.
“If you were any later, I was going to take you out.”
“Huh?”
“……Even if I had to throw everything else away……”
“……”
Muffled words I could not hear well, slip past my ears.
But I knew one thing.
‘You were really worried.’
I felt sorry and became sorry again. Because I made him worry, and because I felt that worry was sweet.
I looked up at him with apologetic eyes. I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn’t find the right words, so the time we spent with silent eye contact became longer.
[‘The Eyes that Watch Over the Chaos of All Things’ gets angry and asks what they are doing in front of Bianca.]
[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ encourages us to get just 15 cm closer.]
I suddenly came to my senses and got away from Thesilid.
Meanwhile, the Magic Army was in an uproar because of Morifis, who was arrested in exchange for my liberation.
“What happened to Lord Morifis?!”
They were curious, so I should let them know.
I removed the skill I had placed on the mirror, Holy Darkness.
Then, a crazy wizard with long blue hair, restrained to a chair wearing a dog collar was revealed to everyone.
“N-No way, Lord Morifis!”
“How did this happen…?!”
It was a disgraceful enough sight, even for a man with no social standing left to salvage.
I faked a regretful expression and didn’t have much trouble coming up with a line. Because this was a script written by Morifis.
“Oh no, the mirror ran amok and trapped the Archmage. I will take this mirror and make sure to bring out the wizard. You know I am the only 8th rank Saint on the continent, right? You don’t have a choice.”
I sounded exactly like Morifis, sending chills down the spines of the wizards.
When I picked up the mirror that Morifis was trapped in to throw it into my subspace inventory, the Magic Army finally came to their senses and protested.
“I-It’s not possible! We can’t let Master Morifis go to the Vatican!”
“That’s right. We are grateful for the Saint’s goodwill, but Lord Morifis’ problem will be resolved at our Magic Tower!”
“……”
The loud noise made my mood sink completely.
Can’t they just understand the situation on their own?
I suddenly became very angry at the thought of having to bother talking more with these people, whether it was threats or persuasion.
“Haa……”
I feel so irritated that I can’t even manage my facial expressions. Without realizing it, I covered half of my face with one hand, as if imitating Thesilid.
[‘The Critic who adjusts the balance’ freaks out and tells you not to do that because it doesn’t suit you.]
Ah, should I just blow everyone up?
Just when my patience was about to snap due to a strong impulse.
“It will be beneficial for the Magic Army to follow the will of the Chosen One.”
“……Bia?”
Guided by a meaningful voice, I turned my head.
There was Bianca, standing upright despite her tired body, supported by Frintz.
My dear friend made a bold statement.
“Don’t you know how much patience Her Holiness is exercising, right now? It would not be strange if Her Holiness chose to use force in this situation by citing the fact that the Chimera Researcher was trying to play a trick on her. Don’t you want to go back alive?”
“……!”
Everyone had been watching the situation with their eyes glued wide open and they didn’t dare to deny that there had been a kidnapping attempt.
The Magic Army hiccuped and stepped back. Is this how it’s done?
“Ohh……”
<As expected of Bianca.>
The irritation that had built up to the top of my head disappeared. But instead of feeling happy, I felt frustrated.
“Bia, it’s okay. I won’t wipe out the Magic Army. Don’t push yourself anymore. Huh?”
“Eli……”
“Brother, what are you doing? Please let Bia rest quickly.”
“O-Okay!”
[‘The Eyes that Watch Over the Chaos of All Things’ laughs, saying that this is a true heroine.]
[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ complains that she has no choice but to admit it this time.]
[‘The Critic who Adjusts the Balance’ clicks his tongue saying that the protagonist should watch and learn.]
The Magic Army seems to have lost all will to protest, so I took this opportunity to stuff the mirror with Morifis into my inventory.
With that, the issue of Morifi’s transfer of custody was resolved.
As I was shaking my hands, something suddenly occurred to me.
‘Now that I think about it, what about those chimera puppies?’
After looking around, I was able to find it right away.
The chimeras, who were only cute on the outside, were all over Hilde’s body fawning with cuteness.
Perhaps they had a tendency to be drawn to Marcellion’s blood. Although she was an 8th-generation descendant with a blood concentration that may be less than 1%.
<A new owner has already been found.>
Their fawning seemed to be pure survival instinct.
Yes, that’s how you get raw meat covered in cream cheese and blueberry jam.
At that time, the presence of a refined master approached.
When I turned around, there was a middle-aged woman with short red-blonde hair.
“Greetings to Her Holiness The Chosen One. My name is Romina Lecandro, Marquis Lecandro, Headmaster of the Knights Academy and Sword of the Kingdom of Vinchester.”
It was a cool self-introduction, so I decided to follow suit.
“Greetings Marquis Romina Lecandro. I’m Ellet Rodellaine, a High Saint of Elpenheim, and Granddaughter of King Hispenril.”
[‘The Critic who Adjusts the Balance’ says it’s like filling out a resume.]
[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ regrets not being able to add the title of Paladin Commander because there’s no name for the Order yet.]
“As the Commander of the kingdom’s military punitive force, I would like to express my gratitude for rescuing Her Royal Highness the Princess and His Highness the Prince.”
“You’re welcome.”
Immediately after sharing her thanks, Marquis Lecandro’s eyes turned to the black uniform lying on the floor.
She immediately recognized it as Odellit’s uniform.
“Your Holiness, with all due respect, what happened to Princess Marcellion?”
“That is a question better addressed to Her Highness Celestide than to me.”
Morifis has already been taken hostage, causing a conflict with the Magic Army. Conscious of their reactions, a trustworthy third party was brought forward as a witness.
Thankfully, Princess Celestide faithfully fulfilled the role I expected.
“Her Holiness instructed Princess Marcellion to guard the rear. But the Princess disobeyed orders and dealt the final blow to the captured boss.”
“The final blow……? Is that true?”
“Yes. But the Boss had the ability to deflect death once. That’s how Princess Marcellion’s fate ended up being self-employed……”
There were words criticizing the deceased in the middle, but no one thought it was strange because of her sorrowful gestures and tone drenched in sadness.
Indeed, Bianca’s Lord, the hope of the Vinchester royal family.
<You saved her life by splitting your back, even if you had killed Odellit, she had to protect you, right?>
Anyway, while Celestide was appropriately blurting out the end of her words, I stepped forward.
I decided to end the subject neatly by offering my condolences.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, she was the one who taught me how to be a Commander until the very end. She was in the rear during the heat of the battle, and who knew she’d be the one to deliver the final blow when the boss was on the verge of death. It was an unfortunate accident that could not be prevented. My sincere condolences to the sacrifice of Princess Marcellion……. Oh, but now that I think about it, it pisses me off?”
I was about to finish it, but then I changed my mind.
“Y-Your Holiness?”
I spoke to the confused Magic Army as if to listen.
“Is it the courtesy of the Republic to ignore the orders of the Commander who was subjugating first and take the last strike? I risked my life to subjugate an SS-level boss, and someone ended up getting a last-hit steal, and someone else tried to kidnap me…… wow, you do all sorts of things.”
“Th-that’s……”
“Can this be called an ally? I think we should consider them enemies.”
“……!”
The Magic Army turned deadly pale.
In their eyes, it might seem like I’m trying to unleash the madness that Bianca had put to rest earlier.
With a strong desire to return home alive, the Magic Army cast ‘Tail Cut’.
“T-The M-Marcellion family is a little bit like that!”
Just what I needed to hear.
“Ah, Marcellion. Speaking of that family, I just can’t ignore the numerous disrespects I’ve experienced this time.”
“Excuse me? That means……?”
“As a representative of the Church and the Principality, I would like to hold Duke Marcellion accountable and receive appropriate compensation. In that sense……I need you to accompany me to the Principality.”
To finish my sentence, I shifted my gaze to one person.
“Miss Hilde Marcellion.”
“M-me?”
Yes. You must go into exile, Hilde.
I made up my mind.
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