Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I’m Not the Demon Lord - Volume 2 - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Hidden Boss Gains a Friend

As we ate breakfast, Patrick and I discussed our plans for the day. We still hadn’t decided the destination of our date-like outing, so it quickly became a centerpiece of our conversation.

“I’ll take you to a hidden gem of mine,” I pronounced. “It’s similar to one of those pubs that don’t have any sign on the outside, but it’s actually a magic instrument store that sells its stock under the table.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere a bit safer,” Patrick suggested, shooting down my recommendation right away.

Well, if it’s somewhere with a low crime rate he wants...the aristocratic quarter sounds like a good option, I mused. It’s in the center of the Royal Capital, and the Dolkness estate is actually not that far away from it. We’re situated right on the outer edges. 

If you judged it by name alone, the aristocratic quarter sounded like an area full of noblemen’s residences, but there were actually quite a few shops there as well. Naturally, those stores were made up of restaurants catering to aristocrats, or retailers that carried expensive items.

“I’m not too familiar with the aristocratic quarter...” I said slowly.

“That’s expected of you,” Patrick responded.

To tell the truth, I actually avoided the aristocratic quarter as much as I could during my walks around the Royal Capital. I couldn’t quite describe why, but something about the atmosphere in the area turned me off—I didn’t feel like I fit in there.

The only people who could have fun in a place like that are true noble ladies, like Eleanora, I thought.

Perhaps we would have discussed the topic further, but at that moment the door to the room came flying open, and Rita ran inside. She was in such a panicked hurry she’d even forgotten to knock.

“You have a visitor,” she said in a rush. “She will be here at any moment!”

There’s only one person who would appear uninvited at the Dolkness mansion, I thought with an inward sigh. She’s the only noble lady I know who’s willing to do things so unbecoming of her status. 

I was proven right when the doors were thrown open once more, and the very person on my mind barged into our dining room.

“I’ve come to visit!” she exclaimed, her voice overflowing with vigor. “I thought you would be here if I came early! It looks like I was correct, as expected!”

I assumed she’d be quiet for a bit after being chewed out by Ronald yesterday, I thought, eyeing the cheerful face of Eleanora Hillrose. Guess this is what I get for letting her existence slip from my mind. 

I turned to Patrick for help.

All right, shoo her away, I instructed him internally, giving him my best pleading look.

With a sigh, Patrick gave in. “Lady Eleanora,” he said gently, “Yumiella and I have plans to go out together today. I’d appreciate it if you wen—”

“What?! You have a date, Yumiella?! Why then, you should have just told me!”

When would I have had time to tell you, Lady Eleanora? Please, I beg of you, inform me. I released an internal sigh. Whatever, at least we were able to fend her off. I knew I could count on Patrick. Also...she called our outing a date. Heh heh. 

“Consider this me telling you now, Lady Eleanora,” I informed the troublesome lady standing before me. “Why don’t we get together another time?”

“Of course! I could never get in the way of love! But, uh...where are you two headed? I’m just...a bit curious...”

She’s...blushing, I thought incredulously. How can she get red over a simple date, when she’s constantly bringing up how she’s going to marry the prince without a moment’s hesitation? And now she’s got me feeling all embarrassed too...

“Um... We were just going to take a stroll around the Royal Capital,” I said, making an answer up on the spot. After all, Patrick and I still hadn’t decided where we were actually headed.

“You’re going on a walk?” Eleanora asked consideringly. “I quite enjoy carriage rides, but I suppose taking a stroll together sounds great too. The area around the church is tranquil and lovely.”

“The church?” I asked. “I’ve never been to a church.”

“What?!” Eleanora exclaimed, genuinely shocked.

I mean, I guess I just didn’t ever bother to visit one, I thought. I’m pretty sure there’s a small one in Dolkness Village too, but I’ve never stopped by.

The most active religion in Valschein revolved around the worship of a god of light, and was known as Sanonism. There were other established religions as well, which were based in worship of the gods of the four main elements—fire, water, etc. None of them were strictly monotheistic, so my lack of faith was probably fine.

“I just... I can’t believe you’ve never been to a church even once!” Eleanora burst out. “That’s unbelievable!” Staring at me, she covered her gaping mouth with one hand.

Is it really that shocking? I wondered, giving her a dubious look.

I turned to Patrick. As far as I knew, he was just as undevout as I was, so my lack of church visits shouldn’t be that big a deal to him. Shouldn’t was the operative word—I quickly discovered he was looking at me with just as much shock as Eleanora was.

“Have you really not gone to a church, not even once?” he asked unbelievingly.

I nodded. “N-Nope, I haven’t,” I said haltingly. “Is that bad?”

“It’s not bad, it’s just...”

Oh, come on! I erupted internally. When was I supposed to go to a church? What would I even do there?!

“I mean, I didn’t have any opportunities to go to places like that when I was younger, and I didn’t have anyone to go with me,” I added on, seeing how weirded out they were.

That sounds pretty depressing now that I’ve said it out loud, huh?

Before I knew it, Patrick had grabbed my right hand, and Eleanora had grabbed my left.

“I’ll go with you!” Eleanora exclaimed.

“Yeah, let’s all go together,” Patrick agreed.

Wow, I’m so blessed to have everyone be so considerate toward me, I thought. But, uh...I don’t really want to go to a church dedicated to the god of light. Also...I’m not going on a date with Patrick anymore, am I...?

◆◆◆

A short time later, the three of us left the Dolkness mansion in the carriage Eleanora had come in, headed in the direction of the church.

I’ve got a bad feeling about this, I thought, suppressing the sigh that rose to my lips so that the other two wouldn’t notice my lack of enthusiasm. For me to go somewhere so steeped in Sanonism, and the power of the god of light...

The majority of my concern lay in my certainty of the fact that the element of light wasn’t fond of me—it was my weakness, in fact, and an enemy I preferred to avoid.

“Do you think I’ll be okay?” I asked my carriage companions worriedly. “I’m scared I might get purified and disappear.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Lady Eleanora said, trying to reassure me. “Because when there is light, darkness can... Um... Well, the grand priest said something like that.”

You’re losing me, Lady Eleanora. Also...did you just say “grand priest”? I didn’t realize that you knew someone like that. They sound pretty important. 

“Do you visit the church often, Lady Eleanora?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ve never missed a week! I’m familiar with everyone there.”

I never would have imagined Lady Eleanora was that religious, I thought, surprised.

I turned to Patrick, wondering about him next.

“I’ve only been to the church in the Royal Capital once,” he admitted. “I did go pretty often back at the Mark of Ashbatten, though.”

“Why didn’t you continue going?”

“Well, the church in the Royal Capital is the principal location for the Sanonist religion, so it’s really glitzy,” Patrick told me. “There’s this air about the place that makes it uncomfortable for nonaristocrats to visit, which I don’t like.”

And we’re headed there now? I thought uncomfortably. I think I’m getting a stomachache...

Just then, Eleanora excitedly pointed outside one of the carriage windows and said, “We’re almost there. Also, despite what Patrick says, anyone is welcome to enter the church.”

I peeked out a window myself and took in the buildings passing by. The one we seemed to be approaching was stately and enormous, to the point that it was too massive to view wholly through the small window frame of the carriage.

Oh, I’ve seen this building from afar before, I realized, examining it more closely. So that’s the church. Patrick was right—that place doesn’t look like it would be easy for a commoner to enter. 

To be honest, I didn’t want to go inside either, but Eleanora left me no other choice. Once the carriage had rolled to a stop and we’d exited the carriage, she took the lead, heading toward the church’s entrance.

“Come on, we’re going!” she called out.

In an attempt at some form of resistance, I walked slowly after her. I contemplated letting the two of them enter the building before me, then promptly turning around and heading straight home, but Patrick foiled that plan by choosing to walk alongside me.

Stop that! I hissed internally. It’s not very gentlemanlike of you to go slow and match the pace of a girl, is it?! A considerate man would catch on and go ahead. 

This was of course the moment Patrick decided to open his mouth and ask, “What’s wrong, Yumiella? Do you not want to go in that badly?”

“It’s nothing...” I said weakly. “You’re probably going to open the door for me too, aren’t you?”

Giving me a confused look, he replied, “I can open doors for you whenever you want...”

Jeez, Patrick, I grumbled internally. You just don’t understand women at all. I mean, you’re always pulling out my chair for me, and draping your jacket over my shoulders when it gets a bit chilly... It’s not enough to just be kind, you know! Ugh...I like him so much...

As my mind raced, we continued on, my endlessly chivalrous fiancé escorting me at a snail’s pace toward the church.

W-Wait! I realized. Isn’t this one of those things you do at a wedding?! But, the bride’s supposed to come in after the groom... I’ve gotta get in there and show him how unwedding-like what we’re doing is!

I quickened my pace, stepping hastily into the church before Patrick. Then, all of a sudden...

“Ouch!” I yelped.

“Yumiella? What’s wrong?”

My forehead throbbed—I’d slammed it into something. Usually, when I wasn’t paying attention and bumped into something like that, the thing I bumped into would break and there wouldn’t be a scratch on me. For whatever reason, though, this collision had hurt quite a bit.

I reached out in front of me, only to find an invisible wall stopping me from proceeding any further. Copying my movement, Patrick went to touch the wall himself, but his hand just kept on going. He continued to wave his arm around in the air, clearly perplexed.

Eleanora, meanwhile, had apparently grown tired of waiting for us inside. She appeared at the entrance, grumbling to herself. “How long are you two going to keep me waiting?” she asked crankily, then gave me an impressed look when she saw my hand pressed up against the invisible wall. “Wow, you’re so good at miming, Yumiella!”

“I’m not miming,” I corrected her.

Dubiously, Eleanora reached out to touch the space where the wall should have been, but her hand passed through easily; there didn’t seem to be anything there.

So it’s a wall that only I can’t pass through, I mused. I wonder if the god of light is rejecting me... Well, if he is, so be it! Challenge accepted!

“This appears to be a wall that only Yumiella can’t go through,” Patrick said, thinking aloud. “I wonder if there’s a magical instrument that’s putting up a barrier, or... Hey, what are you trying to do?”

“I’m just going to punch it lightly,” I said with a shrug.

After all, even though I didn’t know what was behind the wall, it had enough of a physical form that I could touch it. That meant I could punch it—or, in other words, destroy it.

There’s no way that I, Yumiella Dolkness, would lose to some invisible wall! My pride will not allow it!

Curling one hand into a tight fist, I took on a fighting stance. But, just then, a young priest ran out of the church.

“P-Please wait!” he screamed. “They’re shutting off the barrier right now!”

Unfortunately for him, it was already too late—I’d already swung my fist at the barrier at full force. It crashed into the sturdy barrier protecting the church in the Royal Capital, the principal church of Sanonist faith, and then...

“Ouch!”

I stared aghast at my hand, brought to a complete stop by the barrier. The wall seemed to creak a bit in protest when my blow landed, but it hadn’t moved an inch.

No way... Did I lose?!

The priest who had run out of the church made his way toward me in a hurry. “They’re shutting off the magical instrument that controls this barrier right now,” he said hurriedly. “After that, you’ll be able to enter as well, Countess Dolkness.”

Yeah, fine, whatever. It’s not like I really gave that punch my all just now. I mean, if I was actually trying, I could have easily broken through a barrier of this level... You know what, it’s time for round two. 

I closed my eyes and gathered myself, focusing all my strength into my right fist.

“It looks like the time to unleash the Yumiella Punch has come,” I muttered.

To explain, the Yumiella Punch was a punch that I, Yumiella, delivered. Since it was a simple straight punch, I could abandon my usual conscious and unconscious focus on holding back my strength out of consideration for the effect that it would have on my surroundings, in favor of using all that power to the fullest.

I can feel the current of mana flowing within me, I thought giddily. The circle of power is so large, I can even feel the mana of nature itself responding! Even the magical energy generated from the world’s rotation is flowing into my body... If there was ever a moment for me to strike, it is now!

Or so I thought. But before I could launch my fist at the barrier, I felt a hand settle on my shoulder. I turned around, catching sight of Patrick’s exasperated face.

“The barrier’s gone now, Yumiella,” he told me.

“What, really?” I reached my arm out, but still felt the same wall from earlier. “It’s still here,” I complained to Patrick as I continued to poke at the wall. “Wait...it’s gone?”

Patrick heaved a massive sigh of relief. “That was close,” he muttered. “Looks like they managed to shut it off in time...”

Hey, fleeing the scene after a win is foul play! I thought huffily. How dare that barrier disappear on me after withstanding one of my punches!

“Rematch! I would like the opportunity for a rematch!”

“You’re a surprisingly bad...” Patrick paused, then chuckled. “No, I should have expected you’d be a sore loser.”

Hey, I’m not a sore loser, you jerk, I thought, narrowing my eyes at him. I just hate the idea of people thinking I lost! And because you got in the way of my serious battle with that barrier... I’m gonna give you a Yumiella Punch!

I stood there glaring at Patrick, gritting my teeth in frustration, but after a few moments passed I was able to calm down. The realization slowly began to hit me that I’d probably made a bit of a bad impression on the church by trying to destroy their barrier. Worse than that was the fact that it had stopped me at all.

Are they...going to put me on trial? There’s no way, right? I mean, it’s only human to want to destroy a strong barrier when you come into contact with one... I hope they’ll forgive me...

Interrupting my gloomy thoughts, the young priest inclined his head to me. “You must be Countess Dolkness,” he said. “The cardinal is waiting for you, so please come in.”

Are you sure it’s okay for me to enter the church, mister priest? I thought. That seemed like it might be an anti-Yumiella barrier...

The priest seemed unafraid of this possibility, however, and led us fully inside the building. Panels of stained glass greeted us, glistening in the sun’s light. Despite knowing it was man-made, there was something sacred about the space.

So this is a cathedral, huh...? I thought, wonder filling me.

The priest guiding us didn’t pause, walking right through the space. He led us to a room at the back of the cathedral, where a man who looked to be roughly in his sixties awaited us.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man said. “Welcome to the Valschein Central Church, the principal church of Sanonism. I am Gerald, the cardinal.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” I replied, inclining my head. “I’m Yumiella Dolkness.”

Internally, my mind had descended into disarray. He’s obviously important, but how important?! How high up the ladder is a cardinal? Is it the highest position you can hold in the church? I feel like there are supposed to be several of them, so it can’t be, right?

“I was under the impression you weren’t very fond of churches, Countess Dolkness,” the cardinal continued, interrupting my frantic thoughts. “I’m grateful that you even came.”

“Oh no, not at all. I just...haven’t had the opportunity to visit...”

“Well, that’s good to hear. I confess I was a bit worried after you turned down our invitations to visit while you were still attending the Academy.”

“E-Excuse me?” I stared at the cardinal in confusion.

I don’t recall the church ever contacting me when I was in school... Could I have turned them down with the invitations I received from other students? That would be pretty bad.

The cardinal turned to Eleanora, who was standing next to me, and said, “If I recall correctly, you told me that Countess Dolkness turned you down, yes?”

Eleanora nodded. “That’s right, Grand Priest. Even though I invited her on many occasions...”

“What?!” I turned and stared at Eleanora with narrowed eyes. “I’ll have you know this is the first I’m hearing of the matter.”

Although, Eleanora was constantly bugging me to hang out with her back then... Was she trying to invite me to the church the entire time, and I just kept dodging her?

“I asked you multiple times if you wanted to go somewhere with me on our days off!” Eleanora replied, indignant.

Looks...like I was correct...

The cardinal and I both stood there and stared at her, frozen, while Patrick desperately held back his laughter.

“I never knew that was what you meant,” I finally admitted.

The cardinal sighed. “Perhaps I chose the wrong person to pass on my message,” he muttered.

Eleanora, meanwhile, looked completely confused as to what we were talking about.

I can’t help but think this is all the cardinal’s fault, I thought. I mean, I would never trust Eleanora to deliver an important message of mine.

“There actually is a reason I chose you, Eleanora,” the cardinal said with a nervous smile. He gave Eleanora a kind look. “Sanonists aren’t completely removed from aristocratic politics, so I couldn’t forcibly summon the countess here. If the countess tagged along on a visit with her friend from school, however... That would be much more natural.”

“My friend...?” I repeated in confusion.

“Oh... I see.” My short statement seemed to convey much about our relationship to the cardinal. His smile twisted, becoming so wry and full of melancholy it was hard to look at. “Eleanora, friends are—”

“Yes, I know! If I think of a person as a friend, then they’ll become mine in return! You taught me this before, Grand Priest!”

“I apologize,” the cardinal said, turning to me. “It appears that this is my fault.”

“It’s all right,” I told him. “I think it’s a wonderful way to view friendship. Very full of love.”

Now that I think about it, I can’t blame him for everything. After all, Lady Eleanora’s tenacity is likely just a part of her nature. At least, that’s what I’m going to continue to tell myself. If I was convinced otherwise, I just might go insane... 

“Yumiella likes me as well,” declared the girl at the center of our discussion. “That’s why we’re the spitting image of good friends!”

“I-I’m sure that’s how we seem to you, Lady Eleanora...” I began, but then gave up.

I glanced at the cardinal, who seemed as if he wanted to speak to me, but Eleanora’s noisiness made it impossible for me to concentrate enough to focus on whatever he was going to say.

What should I—

“You know, I’d really love to take a look at this cathedral...” Patrick said idly. “Lady Eleanora, would you mind showing me around?”

“Of course! You should come too, Yumiella!”

Patrick smiled at her kindly. “It looks like Yumiella has something to discuss with His Eminence. If you don’t mind, I’d like for it to be just the two of us.”

A blush burst across Eleanora’s face. “O-Oh my! I think you’re wonderful, Sir Patrick, but I have Sir Edwin... Also, what about Yumiella...?”

Lady Eleanora, you’ve, uh, got it all wrong. Patrick doesn’t have any interest in you, it’s a misunderstanding... 

Anyone could tell how annoyed Patrick was; it was written all over his face. Although, perhaps “anyone” was an exaggeration—it was more like anyone besides Eleanora could tell.

Watching as Patrick left the room, I thought at him, I’m so sorry! I won’t let your sacrifice be for nothing!

Eleanora made her way to the door to follow, looking back at me repeatedly over her shoulder. Finally, she gave up and ran outside to catch up to Patrick.

“They’re gone...” I moaned in relief.

“Yes.”

The cardinal and I nodded to each other in agreement; I could see the exhaustion in his face, and no doubt he could see it in mine as well.

At least I know the Sanonists aren’t going to start treating me like a heretic, I thought happily. They should probably lower their level of security, though.

After a moment’s silence stretched between us, the cardinal spoke once more. “Well,” he said. “Where were we?”

I gave him a slightly perplexed look. “We haven’t even started yet.”

“Ah yes, that’s right. I really must figure out what to do with Eleanora. She is a good person, no doubt, but... Ahem. I shouldn’t be discussing that. There was just one thing I’ve been wanting to tell you, countess.”

Seems it’s finally time for the main topic, I thought, steeling myself. I nervously focused on the cardinal’s words.

“As a representative of the Sanonist faith, I wish to deliver a message from our church unto you, Countess Dolkness. The church would like you to know it has no intention of opposing you, or of attempting to compel you to join our faith.”

I nodded solemnly, but on the inside I was doing a jig. Is this man a god or something?! This is way better than I could have ever hoped for! And here I was, thinking I’d have to cross swords with the god of light one day. 

But, no matter how good a deal I thought it was that the church was fine with me keeping my distance from them, as I had until now, I still had a few questions I needed answered.

“I’m a dark magic user through and through,” I told the cardinal. “That’s really all right with you?”

“That is no problem to us at all. You see, while some elements are more compatible with each other than the rest, there is no defined hierarchy between them. Aside from Sanon, the god of light, there are also...” The cardinal shook himself, as if he was getting off track. “Are you familiar with the City of Water?”

“Yes,” I agreed. “I’ve heard that they have a temple dedicated to the god of water.”

“That is correct. Just as we have no issue with you, we have no issue with them as well. The Church of Sanonism does not believe in persecuting other faiths. Though the name of the god of darkness has been lost, we continue to respect him as well.”

I wasn’t particularly a believer of the god of darkness—in fact, I’d never heard a thing about him. Where I’d run across stories of the beliefs of the followers of the gods of water, wind, earth, and fire, the god of darkness was only a void.

“Because there is light, there is darkness. Because there is darkness, there is light,” the cardinal recited with a graceful smile. “We believe that darkness is a necessity for the existence of our god, Sanon. And so, as a rare wielder of the dark element, I respect you. Which I told Eleanora, back when I asked her to bring you here...”

“She didn’t tell me a thing.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The cardinal and I both sighed.

Eleanora tried to tell me all this on the carriage ride here, didn’t she? I mused. It would have been nice if she’d managed it. It’s actually quite a lovely message; I wouldn’t have been so guarded if I’d heard it. 

Feeling reassured, I decided to move on to my second and final concern—the barrier that had prevented me from entering the church earlier.

“I wanted to discuss one more thing with you,” I told the cardinal. “I want to know more about the barrier at the entrance of the church that barred me from the premises.”

“Ah yes, I was told of that occurring. My apologies, Countess Dolkness. That barrier is produced by a magical instrument passed down among the church; it is said to prevent monsters from invading our grounds. It was only today I realized it blocked the dark element.”

“It was a truly sturdy barrier,” I informed him. “I don’t think even a high-class dark-type monster could break through it.”

“That’s great to hear,” the cardinal said with a smile. “Before now, some were doubtful it even existed, as everyone was able to pass through it with no issues. Your endorsement will surely bring it some prestige.”

That barrier deserves it, I thought. Man, I still really want a rematch... I never got to deliver my Yumiella Punch! Although, if I risk my credibility and challenge the barrier again, it’s possible it’ll lose its prestige after I win. I hope the cardinal will forgive me if that happens. 

My mind strayed slightly, and I began to muse over how I could get permission to go up against the barrier again. But before I could get too far, though, the cardinal began to speak once again.

“Moving forward, we would appreciate it if you could let us know when you’ll be visiting ahead of time,” he told me. “We were able to disable the barrier today because I was here, but that isn’t always the case.”

Hmm, I thought. From how he’s speaking of it, that barrier is likely produced by one particular instrument that can be turned on and off. If I could only borrow it for a bit...but no, he’d turn me down if I asked. I’ll just have to nudge him in the direction of a rematch as casually as possible, in a way that hides my desire for it and makes the battle seem beneficial to the church. 

Plan decided, I gave the cardinal my best smile. “Understood. Oh, and what do you think about taking this opportunity to test the barrier’s durability?”

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A short while later, I was sitting in the carriage once again, feeling slightly depressed. “I can’t believe it just ran away after winning like that...” I grumbled.

“Yumiella,” Patrick said, clearly exasperated. “What would you do if you ended up destroying the magical instrument along with the barrier? How would you possibly make that up to the church?”

As was probably obvious by now, my plan to get the cardinal to set up a rematch between me and the barrier had failed. He’d been worried about the magical instrument breaking, just like Patrick had just said.

That thing’s supposed to be legendary, I thought, pouting internally. It’s apparently been passed down through the church for generations! Shouldn’t the cardinal have a bit more faith in it...? I sighed. Oh well. I guess I’ll have to give up on it. For now.

I was jolted from these no-good thoughts by a hysterical shriek.

“Aah! Aaah!” Eleanora wailed.

“What is it now?”

“Th-That ring!” Hand shaking, Eleanora pointed at my left hand.

Jeez, I thought. She must be really surprised that I’m accessorizing.

“This is a surprise gift I received from Patrick,” I began to explain, slightly boastfully. “My fiancé is a kind person who gives me presents even when they aren’t for any occasion in particular.”

“What? It was a surprise gift?”

“It was! Right?”

I turned to Patrick for confirmation, but he had a look of deep displeasure on his face.

Oh. Maybe he doesn’t like it when I talk about our love life...?

“She’s right, it was a surprise gift,” Patrick said in an irritated voice, then turned away from me in a huff.

What is he, a child?!

But Eleanora seemed to think there was more to his reaction. Her expression froze, and said slowly, “Yumiella, may I ask you one question? Why do you wear your ring on that finger?”

I gave her a confused look. “Um...there’s no reason in particular. Patrick just put it on this finger.”

“Oh...oh my goodness...” Eleanora pressed her hands against her mouth, her eyes welling with pitying tears.

Wait, I thought. Now that I think about it, doesn’t a ring mean different things depending on what finger you wear it on? Like, an engagement ring goes on...which finger was it? I never bothered to learn that kind of stuff. I bet Lady Eleanora knows, though. Maybe I should ask her. 

“Is there a specific meaning behind the fourth finger on your left hand?”

“Um...well...” Eleanora trailed off, her expression going strange.

Weird. Normally she loves talking about these kinds of things. Why is she being so vague this time? And why does she keep glancing over at Patrick, giving him those weird concerned looks?

Patrick gave an irritated sigh, his eyes still locked on something outside of his window. “Lady Eleanora, I’ll tell her, so I’d prefer it if you didn’t say anything. It’s my fault for not putting it in clear terms for her.”

“Understood.”

The atmosphere of the carriage took a turn, suddenly becoming reminiscent of a wake. I decided it was best if I kept quiet, and silently admired the finger bearing Patrick’s ring.

I guess I don’t have to figure it out if Patrick’s going to tell me, I thought. To be completely honest, I don’t really care about the meaning behind the ring anyway.

◆◆◆

It was the day after our outing to the church, and Patrick and I were currently waiting to meet the king in a room in the Royal Palace. The palace was not only the king’s home, but also the place that housed Valschein’s most central institutions.

“Do I have bedhead?” I asked Patrick, brushing my hair through my fingers.

It was a necessary question—the two of us were in the middle of our final check of our appearances. It would be disrespectful to His Majesty if we met him while looking too sloppy.

“We’re about to meet His Majesty, the king of Valschein, and that’s what you’re most concerned over?” Patrick asked, rolling his eyes.

He was dressed differently today, I’d noticed, his clothing a bit more tailored to him than his usual clothing. I, however, was just wearing my typical casual day dress.

“Should I have worn a gown?” I asked slowly.

“I mean, our audience with His Majesty won’t be in the public eye, so...”

I relaxed a bit. Patrick was right; our meeting would only consist of the two of us and the king himself. Things would’ve been a bit different if we’d had to speak in front of several other aristocrats as well, but His Majesty was a man of greatness. He likely didn’t care about small details like whether I was dressed in a formal gown or not. To tell the truth, though, those were all just excuses—I really didn’t want to wear a formal gown.

With my appearance now properly arranged, I turned my focus to finishing the cake they’d served us as we waited. I didn’t get very far, however, before there was a knock on the door.

I was a bit busy munching on cake, so Patrick was the one who went to answer. He pulled the door open, and Prince Edwin walked inside.

“It’s been a while, Lady Yumiella, Patrick.”

After an intense swallow, I replied, “It’s nice to see you, Your Highness.”

“I ran over after I heard that you two were visiting the palace. It looks like your county’s doing well.”

I inclined my head. “Yes, thank you.”

I guess the news that Dolkness County is on the rise spread far enough that even the prince has heard about it, I thought. It’s hard to remember he’s in the midst of being pushed to the top himself. Being in the countryside for so long, it feels like all that political stuff isn’t even happening.

“How have you been these days?” I asked the prince. “Are the radicals the same as usual?”

Prince Edwin grimaced. “They’ve actually gotten worse. They’re now saying that I’d easily be able to succeed the throne with the duke’s assistance. Not only do they want to steal my brother’s position as the heir, but they think they can steal the throne itself from my father. They talk about it as if it isn’t a big deal at all. It’s exhausting.”

None of the prince’s news was very shocking to me—in fact, it was all within my expectations. With the leader of the radicals now having ties to another country, it was only a matter of course that things would take a more extreme turn.

At this point, we may not be able to settle things peacefully, I thought sadly. We should leave the Royal Capital as soon as we’re done with our errands.

Patrick acknowledged how difficult the situation must be, then asked, “Has Duke Hillrose shown any signs of making a move?”

Prince Edwin shook his head. “Nothing has happened that can be attributed directly to him. Lady Eleanora has been making herself scarce as well, so at least there’s something beneficial about this whole mess.”

Prince Edwin bowed his head slightly to me, as if to thank me for her behavior, but I knew it wasn’t just my persuasive abilities that had calmed Eleanora’s flirting down. According to her, even her father, the duke, had told her that she should stay away from the prince.

I still don’t get why Duke Hillrose made that suggestion, I thought, feeling uneasy. But before I could dwell on the topic, the sound of several people running came from the other side of the door.

I braced myself, wondering what the commotion was about, but the sound passed our room and slowly seemed to recede into the distance.

“Things have been hectic since this morning,” Prince Edwin said with a sigh. “It’s all because the magical instrument that creates the barrier for the church was stolen.”

Patrick turned to look at me so quickly he left a whooshing sound in his wake.

“N-No, it wasn’t me! I haven’t done anything wrong!” I cried, cringing at his expression.

Ugh, that only made it sound more like I was the culprit! I promise, Patrick, I didn’t do it! Sure, I might have mentioned I wanted to borrow it, but I’d never do something sneaky like steal something!

Patrick squinted at me, his eyes turning accusatory upon the sight of my suspicious reaction.

“I mean, I can’t get into the church anyway,” I said in a rush. “I don’t even know where they store the instrument! All I wanted was to settle things with the barrier, I would’ve just destroyed it rather than steal it...”

Patrick relaxed, seeming to decide I was innocent, and I sunk back in my chair. Anyone else would have definitely determined that I was the culprit, I moaned internally. Rambling like that just made me look even more guilty...

Turning to the prince, who was staring at the two of us with an abjectly lost look on his face, Patrick said, “Please, tell us more. We actually just visited the Church of Sanonism yesterday.”

“Truly?” Prince Edwin asked, a bit surprised. “The gist of it is that the cardinal confirms the magical instrument is safe twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. They found that it was missing during yesterday’s nightly confirmation.”

“Well, the barrier was definitely there around midday,” Patrick assured him. “Yumiella wasn’t able to enter the church because of it.”

“Wasn’t that barrier supposed to block monsters...? Oh, it must react to the dark element.”

The prince turned to me with a look of pity, but my mind was already churning.

If the instrument that created the barrier was stolen sometime between midday and nighttime, and I learned about its existence yesterday around noon... The circumstantial evidence is coming together too well! Am I actually the culprit?! Maybe my subconscious did something bad...

“Rest assured, Lady Yumiella,” Prince Edwin said with a smile. “I wouldn’t suspect you of doing such a thing. You aren’t the kind of person who would do something like that, and I don’t believe you would have any motive to steal it.”

“Exactly! I mean, I did think about destroying it, but never once did I think of stealing it.”

The prince’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “So you did consider destroying it?”

“Yes,” I said simply. “I’ll definitely destroy it one day.”

Look, I know it’s wrong to destroy the magical instrument, all right? I get it, really I do. It’s just...a need separate from the qualifiers of right and wrong. There are times when you just have to do something no matter what, regardless of how society will judge you for doing it. Whether I’m looked upon with contempt, or the entire world turns against me, my conviction will never fade!

At least Prince Edwin believed in my innocence, regardless of how suspicious I was coming across. The guy sitting next to me, however... I shot Patrick’s carefree face a resentful glare.

“Just so you know, I never once said that you were suspicious,” he said calmly.

I harrumphed. “But you thought it, didn’t you? Whatever, I’m more worried about the magical instrument. I need to be able to destroy it.”

“Patrick, are you sure that Lady Yumiella didn’t do it?” the prince asked.

I let out a full-on gasp. Prince Edwin, how could you betray me like this?! The church’s hidden treasure being stolen is a matter accompanied by grave consequences. Maybe...I should join the search in order to prove my innocence. And, if I just so happen to find it, perhaps there’ll be a bit of a miscommunication, and out of sheer coincidence, I’ll be able to have my rematch with the barrier. It’s definitely possible; I’m completely sure of it!

“I would like to pursue the magical instrument as well,” I declared, allowing the full brunt of overflowing enthusiasm to be on display. “What kind of shape is the instrument itself? Please share any other leads you may have with me. Also, if you have a list of who visited the church yesterday, I’d like that as well.”

Prince Edwin eyed me suspiciously, then sighed. “You’re definitely planning on destroying it. I’d prefer if you didn’t help out.”

As if I’ll take that rejection lying down! I thought, as stubborn as ever.

Prince Edwin’s expression began to freeze over, as if he’d realized just how determined I really was.

“Your Highness,” Patrick said, his tone exasperated now, “Yumiella has likely not done anything. Despite how she may seem, she’s not great at lying.”

My hand drifted to my chest. “Patrick...” I said, touched.

Is this the trust a couple builds with one another...?

“As you can clearly see, the only thing on Yumiella’s mind is destroying the barrier. If she knew where it was located, she’d already be acting on that desire.”

The prince nodded. “Ah, I see.”

Jeez, Patrick, I’m not some fighting junkie. And it’s totally lame that you didn’t trust me at all. All I want to do is make it clear who’s stronger!

At this point, none of the conversation was sitting right with me, but it wasn’t worth it to fight back now that Patrick had convinced the prince of my innocence. I let out a sigh and gave up.

That thief sure did arrive at the worst time for me... I’m gonna make them pay one day.

After that, the topic shifted back to Dolkness County, and we continued to chat for several dozen more minutes. Then, muttering something about how it was about time, the prince stood up.

“Regarding the barrier, it’s not public yet, so don’t discuss it with others.”

“Understood.”

“It’s not like it can really be used for evil, so it’s not really that big of an issue.”

That’s true, I realized. All the barrier can really do is prevent monsters and people like me, who are dark magic users, from entering the church. I wonder why the thief decided to go after it? There were a plethora of other expensive-looking things in the church, so I don’t think they’re after money...

But alas, I couldn’t dwell on the theft of my archnemesis for long. The time to meet the king had finally come.

◆◆◆

After seeing Prince Edwin off, the king’s secretary came to the room where we were waiting and escorted us out. He led us to the top floor of the Royal Palace, where the king’s office was located. The room was filled to the brim with organized documents and didn’t seem to have any decorations. It seemed to be a place exclusively designated for handling tasks.

Among the carefully arranged chaos, the king sat by himself, in the midst of a staring contest with the documents in his hand. When he heard us enter, however, he set them aside and turned his serious gaze to us. “Greetings, Lady Yumiella, Patrick. I apologize, there’s been a lot of things piled up.”

“We’ve heard about the church’s barrier from His Highness,” I explained.

“I see,” the king said, sighing. He waved a hand, urging us to take a seat.

We obliged, then briefly exchanged pleasantries before jumping right into the main reason for our visit.

“Your Majesty,” I said respectfully, “we’re here today to report on something the duke of Hillrose is planning.”

The king nodded. “Yes, I’ve gotten an overview of the situation from Ronald. I’d like to hear about it again from you as well, Lady Yumiella.”

I went on to explain the duke’s plans as we had heard them from the viscount—I told him all about how the radicals planned to act as a cabal and remove those in the king’s faction from power, and how our neighboring kingdom of Lemlaesta was involved in all of it.

The topic seemed quite fraught to me, but the king never batted an eye. Seeing his lack of reaction, it seemed clear to me that Ronald had not stopped our information from reaching the king. If he hadn’t heard it all prior to this, I thought that would surely have been indicated by his expression.

After I finished explaining the situation, the king closed his eyes and thought silently for a while, as if he was chasing some lost memory. He then let out a sigh, and slowly opened his eyes.

“Only Hillrose knows how exactly Lemlaesta is going to get involved in all of this, is that correct?”

“That is what we heard from the viscount of Cottoness. He mentioned that the duke himself was taking action for once.”

“I see...there shouldn’t be any problems then.”

Um, there still seems to be a lot of problems to me! I thought.

But the king, similar to Ronald, didn’t seem worried by our information at all. To me, the situation seemed quite serious, as the entire kingdom could end up being roped into the struggling factions, but I didn’t sense an ounce of urgency from the king. I had no intentions of defying whatever decision he made, but I still found myself overcome with concern. Before I knew it, all my worries had slipped right out of my mouth.

“Is Ronald all right? I know that he’s the duke’s son, and he’s currently working as your confidant, so I can’t help but think that there is a possibility he might join the duke’s side during all this commotion...”

“That’s not an issue.”

“But why would the duke let go of his own son then?”

“It was all for Ronald’s sake. Hillrose saw the future.”

My brow wrinkled. This was the second time that the duke’s ability to predict the future had been brought up. Now that both the king and Ronald had mentioned it, I found myself ravenous for the details.

As if the king could sense my dissatisfaction with his previous answer, he continued in a mumble, “Hillrose was once my closest friend. He foresaw that even if we took care of the issue with the Demon Lord, the kingdom would continue to see unrest.”

“But if that was the duke’s prediction, I still don’t get why he’d decide his son should be raised apart from him,” I interjected.

“We...ended up on different paths,” the king admitted. “We have no choice but to be on opposite sides now. He wanted to keep his son out of it all, and so he left him to me.”

My head began to hurt. But that sounds like the duke is going into battle with the king knowing full well that he’s going to lose! Why would he do that? After getting another kingdom involved, there’s no way he’s going to be able to avoid getting sentenced with capital punishment.

I turned back to the king, but he shook his head, ending our talk there. It seemed he had more to say, but was unwilling to voice it.

“I can’t speak on the topic any further,” he told me. “I apologize, but I can’t break my promise to my closest friend.”

“But could you at least tell me what the duke is trying to do? What he’s trying to accomplish?”

“The duke of Hillrose is...” the king sighed. “He will lead his faction and even borrow the strength of another kingdom in order to gain power over Valschein. That’s all there is to it. And I will stop his plans, no matter what.”

After that, I couldn’t bear to ask the king anything else. A look of abject pain had come over his face as he spoke of the evils his once closest friend was about to bring to bear against him. That was not the end of our talks, however. Once the king had taken a moment to recover, he redirected the conversation to territorial management.

“How has working as a lord of a territory been?” he asked me. “I can give you some advice if you’re having any problems.”

“I appreciate the offer, but luckily pretty much everything has been going smoothly.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I can’t be of more help.”

I know the king’s assistance could instantly solve pretty much any of the issues we’re facing in Dolkness County right now, I thought. But I just don’t want to get myself any more involved with the royal family.

I expressed this to the king, and a wry smile came over his face. He even scratched at his head and gave a light chuckle.

His actions don’t seem very dignified, I mused, watching him. Maybe he’s only being this way since we aren’t in public.

“Ah,” the king said, shifting forward slightly. “I’ve also heard that you went to the Mark of Ashbatten. The margrave’s a good person, isn’t he?”

I nodded happily. “Yes, and Patrick and I were able to get his approval to become officially engaged.”

“That’s wonderful, congratulations...” the king said happily, beaming at us. His eyes flickered belatedly to my left hand. “Oh, I didn’t even notice...”

He must gather our relationship is going well, seeing Patrick’s surprise gift! I surmised.

Patrick groaned. He had only spoken to exchange polite greetings with the king before this, but now he said, “Your Majesty, the thing is, she doesn’t seem to understand what it...”

The king paused for a moment before turning to me. “Lady Yumiella, what is that ring on your finger?”

“Huh? Oh, this is a surprise gift I received from Patrick.”

The king’s expression twisted into something indescribable after hearing my answer.

Maybe he didn’t like what I said... I thought nervously. Oh, I see! He didn’t want to know who gave me this ring, he wanted to know its magical instrument-like abilities!

“This ring is a rare magical instrument that can store a person’s magical energy and works as insurance in case the wearer runs out of mana,” I said, the words pouring from me like water from a fountain. “Magic stones are full of magical energy as well, but they can’t be converted into a usable form for humans. You might think that mana recovery potions are enough, but the benefit of being able to use magical energy without doing something else is immense. If you’re in a situation that leaves your mana depleted, the need to drink a potion could cost you your life. Also, there’s a bit of a wait between drinking a potion and your mana recovering. In addition, what I think is really incredible about this ring is that it can store elements that I can’t use—”

“Yumiella, that’s enough,” Patrick said, interrupting my high-speed explanation by grabbing my shoulder. “You’re troubling His Majesty.”

Coming back to myself, I focused back on the king. He seemed completely put off by me, as if the words “My god” lurked behind his lips, ready to be spoken at any moment.

“I think your endlessly thorough considerations for battle are incredible,” the king said finally, snapping back to reality. He spoke hurriedly, as if worried he wouldn’t be able to get the words out. “It’s not a bad thing to have something you are passionate about, you know. I was just a bit surprised to see the usually quiet Lady Yumiella suddenly become loquacious.”

He totally thinks I’m one of those nerds that speaks really quickly when they talk about their interests! Your Majesty, I’m not like that at all!

The king looked back and forth between Patrick and me a few times, then finally said, “Hmm. Well, good luck.”

“Thank you,” Patrick said, bowing his head. “I’ll find an opportunity and set things straight.”

Wait, what’s he wishing us good luck for? Patrick at least seems to get it. I guess I can check with him later, but...maybe he’s just wishing me luck with my battle planning?

After that, we briefly discussed the new tourist destination in Dolkness County, along with a few other minor topics, and then our meeting with the king came to its conclusion.

◆◆◆

After leaving the king’s office, Patrick and I took a walk around the Royal Palace. Personally, I was of the opinion that we should leave as soon as possible—there was a high chance of us having a random encounter with some annoying aristocrats here, and I wanted no part in that.

Maybe I should have had them send someone to guide us home to ward off any bad luck, I mused. That would mean I have to ride a carriage home though, and I’d rather not. I didn’t really have a choice on the way here, since they sent one to pick us up, but carriages suck. They’re uncomfortable, and running home is so much faster! I glanced absently at the wall of the corridor we were walking down. I wonder if I can leave without running into anyone if I escape through one of those windows. It would be a pretty bold shortcut, since this is the top floor of the palace...

“Patrick, I’m going to leave this way,” I said, turning toward the wall.

“There’re only windows that way...” His eyes sharpened. “Hey, don’t.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t break someone else’s windows,” I chided him.

“That’s no—”

There’s no need to worry, Patrick! I’ll open the window before I jump out!

Ignoring Patrick’s frantic attempt to stop me, I heaved one of the windows open and leapt out. There was a garden right below, and I ended up falling into an area where beautiful flowers bloomed magnificently in every direction. I managed a pretty sweet landing too—I did the whole three-point thing, where you ended up with one leg pointed out with your foot flat on the ground, the other leg bent at the knee, and one hand stretched out in front of you.

This is probably bad for my knees, huh? I thought. Still, it’s worth it if my likelihood of running into someone I don’t want to see significantly decreases. 

There was a noise from in front of me, and I tilted my head up from its downward-facing position to behold someone standing only a few feet away.

So much for avoiding people I don’t want to see...

“Excuse me,” I told Duke Hillrose, who was still staring at me in shock after watching me fall from the sky. “I’ll be taking my leave now, so don’t mind me.”

“Wait,” the duke called out. “Lady Yumiella? I haven’t seen you since that ceremony a year ago.”

Alas, my plan of escaping while he was still confused has failed. Ignoring him now would be rude. 

I looked back without fully turning toward him. “Yes, it’s me. Thank you for everything.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he countered. “You were the one who took down the Demon Lord, countess. I believe it was a ceremony to congratulate you, no?”

I eyed the duke carefully. He showed no signs of aging since the last time I’d seen him, but there was something dark about the air around him. He had this condescending expression, like he was looking down at all the people around him. He certainly didn’t give me the impression that he was at all a good person. I decided to keep my distance from him—there was no harm in it, even if I’d been told there was no need to be wary.

“From what I remember, His Highness was the guest of honor at that ceremony,” I said slyly.

It was perhaps not the best move to poke and prod at the duke for a little information on the second prince’s faction, but I couldn’t help myself. I was curious, and immediately taking my leave wouldn’t satisfy the feeling currently eating away at me.

“Come now,” the duke responded with a chuckle. “Anyone with proper sensibilities and minimal intelligence wouldn’t be fooled into thinking that prince was a key player in taking down the Demon Lord.”

“His Highness is one of the most skilled fighters in this kingdom,” I pointed out.

The duke smiled, as if he was truly amused. “Heh, it must be nice for the prince to be acknowledged by the most skilled fighter in the world.”

I sighed internally. I think it’s probably best I go now. 

It wasn’t like I’d learned anything new—I’d expected Duke Hillrose to figure out the reality behind our battle against the Demon Lord. Just as he’d said, anyone who was well-informed would catch on pretty quick. It was just...I was getting the feeling I should make myself scarce.

“I’m sure that’s true,” I told the duke neutrally. “But it’s about time I head out.”

I tried to slip past him, but he wasn’t having it.

“Hold on,” the duke said. “I have a question for you. Just the one.”

I could have just continued on, but I decided to give in and stopped in my tracks. “What is it? I don’t have any intentions of joining your faction.”

The duke scoffed. “There’s no need for you to hang around those fools. What I want to know is, do you like this country, or not?”

I gave him a dubious look. It’s a bit much for him to just throw the people of his own faction under the bus like that and call them fools, right? And what’s up with his oh-so-important question? All he asked was if I liked this kingdom! I can’t believe someone who seems so unpatriotic asked me if I’m patriotic. 

If I was to tell the truth, I’d have to admit to the fact that I held no feelings of patriotism to any kingdom, Valschein included, but I decided to give the duke a safe answer.

“I’m a member of the aristocracy in the Kingdom of Valschein,” I said simply. “Naturally, I pledge loyalty to the kingdom’s royal family.”

Duke Hillrose sighed. “No, no,” he said, voice rife with irritation. “Regardless of the truthfulness of your statement, that’s not what I was asking. What I want to know is if you love this kingdom as in your portion of it. Do you love your territory, or your people? I couldn’t care less about the royal family and that feeble king.”

Oh, I thought, a tad shell-shocked. He’s actually crazy. How else would he have the gall to call the king feeble in his very own palace, where the kingdom’s monarchy was established?!

Afraid that someone had heard the duke’s words, I looked around, checking our surroundings. There were no traces of people about; it was just the duke and me, plus the gorgeous roses so brilliantly blooming in the garden.

Wait, why am I the one getting scared and not the duke? I realized. He’s the one who said it. 

Shaking off my discomfort, I focused back on Duke Hillrose’s question.

As an aristocrat, I was probably supposed to like this kingdom and the people living here. But when it came to patriotism...I just couldn’t really grasp what kind of feeling it was.

Come on, hurry up and think of an answer so you can leave, I chided myself, but I just couldn’t seem to find the words.

Could I say that I truly liked this kingdom? No. But I wasn’t living as an aristocrat for my own benefit either.

Seeing me struggle for an answer, the duke said, “Let me rephrase that. Say there’s a starving village before you. What would you do?”

“I can’t create food from nothing, so—”

“No, I’m asking what your course of action would be. What would you work toward?”

“I would think of ways to solve their lack of food supply, of course.”

I gave the duke a confused look. Why would you ask me something so obvious? Even I have enough of a conscience that I would do that much. In fact, I’m currently in the middle of helping out a village just like that, which turned to theft when they were neglected by the lord of a neighboring territory!

“I see...” The duke continued, his face twisting into a nasty smile. “But, tell me, what about all the other people in the world who are suffering from starvation, just like that village? Are you not going to take action to help them as well?”

I shook my head. “It would be impossible to help the entire world. I can only help those who are within my power to assist.”

I was under no impression that I was a god; I was well aware that I couldn’t save all the unfortunate people in the world. Nevertheless, I could still focus on helping those near me, and on using my power to help my county and this kingdom. But...

Why would the duke ask me these questions in the first place?

My eyes flickered reluctantly to the man’s face, only to see that his nasty grin had deepened even further. “Wonderful, I see that you understand your limitations at such a young age,” he said, chuckling. “You’re completely different from that spoiled child. Keep being as diligent as you are now.”

“I will...” I said, feeling oddly uncomfortable. “I’ll be leaving then.”

With a shiver, I turned away, the image of the smug grin on Duke Hillrose’s face burned into my mind. I couldn’t help but compare that creepy, utterly pleased smile to Ronald’s friendly grin and Eleanora’s straightforward, open nature.

How can the members of one family all act so incredibly differently? I wondered.

Regardless, nothing the duke said made sense, and I’d had enough. I began to walk away, but was stopped once again after only a few steps.

“Wait,” the duke commanded.

I twisted my head around to look at him. “What is it this time?”

“I hope you’ll be a friend to Eleanora.”

He smiled at me once more, but it was nothing like the expression that had made me so uncomfortable just moments before. It was a kind expression, like that of a doting father.

Before I could work up an answer, the duke turned around and strode off. I was left alone in the garden, the scent of roses turning more cloying with every breath.

◆◆◆

The next night, I was snatched away from the Dolkness estate and taken to the Hillrose household. To my utmost displeasure, I was currently being forced into a gown by an exuberant Eleanora.

“See! It’s perfect, just as I thought!”

I grimaced, if only internally. “But why do I need to wear a gown? I thought we were having dinner together.”

“It’s normal to wear a gown when going to a party!” Eleanora replied.

A party? I thought Lady Eleanora just invited me over for dinner! When did we decide on going to a party?!

I shifted uncomfortably, bothered by how difficult it was to move in the black gown I’d been forced into. It had a more daring cut than I was used to, and exposed one of my shoulders. To tell the truth, I wanted to take the thing off right that instant. Still, despite how I acted most of the time, I was more civilized than a cave dweller who tore off their clothes just because they were in the way.

So, I just said crankily, “Lady Eleanora, you never mentioned we were going to a party.”

“Hmm, really?” She grinned at me. “Well, you’ll be able to eat there too, so it’s practically the same!”

I sighed. Honestly, this is my fault. This is the same girl who simplified an invitation to visit the cardinal of Valschein’s biggest church to “Let’s hang out!” I should have expected something more than a simple dinner and asked her for more details, instead of getting distracted by thinking how nice it would be if I was able to gather some more information on Duke Hillrose. 

Gloomily, I decided to give into my fate. I couldn’t even work up the energy to be excited about eating dinner at whatever venue we were headed to—whether it was served in banquet or buffet style, there was no way the food would be able to satisfy me.

A good meal requires one to be free in all aspects, after all. 

Eleanora inspected me in my gown from top to bottom multiple times, then smiled at me so wide I felt like there was no way her lips could stretch any further. “You look wonderful! Black looks great on you, Yumiella!”

“I see...thanks.”

My heart softened a little, knowing how genuine Eleanora’s words were. She’d never been one to pay any attention to Valschein’s long-standing discrimination against black hair, and I could tell she seriously thought the black gown looked good with my dark coloring.

If it makes a pure girl like Lady Eleanora this happy, maybe I can attend a party this once, I thought with a sigh. Even if I do deeply dislike such events. 

“Where’s this party going to be held?” I asked.

“Right here! My father is hosting the party. The members of my father’s faction will all be gathered here.”

All the warmth in my chest turned to ice. Lady Eleanora, are you bringing me to a gathering of radicals?! I take my statement from earlier back; I don’t want to go after all!

A few minutes later, Eleanora led me to the entrance to the Hillrose estate ballroom. It was smaller than I expected it to be, especially since I’d heard it was the third largest ballroom in Valschein, following the ones at Royal Palace and the Academy. To be fair though, it was only smaller than my expectations—the space was still massive, and it was unlikely any other aristocrat in the kingdom possessed a ballroom that was even close to being as impressive as this one.

From the tables down to the doorknobs, you could tell that the furniture and hardware were all expensive just by looking at them. They’d all been well polished, and they gave off an elegant shimmer that pleased the eye.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” Eleanora whispered loudly from beside me. “I’ll be with you!”

I’m not nervous, Lady Eleanora, I thought in exasperation. I’m exhausted. 

My torture hadn’t ended once Eleanora had forced me into the dress. I’d also had to endure getting my hair braided, and having makeup applied to my face. On top of that, I’d been coerced into wearing a pair of heels which I found unbelievably difficult to walk in. The entire process had been incredibly draining.

How can Lady Eleanora still be so energetic? I wondered. She went through all the same things I did! Although, maybe she’s used to it—she almost always wears nice dresses when I see her. 

“Will the duke be coming to this party as well?” I asked Eleanora. “I was invited, if only technically. I should at least go and say hello.”

“My father won’t be there,” Eleanora replied, her voice puzzled.

“What? Wasn’t it the duke who invited me?”

“I invited you! My father said I could bring as many friends as I wanted.”

Ah, so it’s unlikely the duke knows she invited me, I realized. I wonder if this is all right...

Focusing back on Eleanora, I pressed her for details. Apparently, it was rare for the duke himself to make an appearance at gatherings like this, that the radicals held on a regular basis.

“I will be acting as the host,” Eleanora boasted, having clearly dressed for the part judging by the fact that she’d dressed up more than usual. “As Sir Edwin’s future wife, making arrangements like this is nothing.”

I nodded. “Fair enough. So, what did you do when it comes to this event?”

“I approved the deputy’s ideas!”

That means you didn’t do anything! I thought, my head beginning to throb. The deputy here must really have it rough... Although, leaving the planning to Lady Eleanora and having her attempt to clean up her own messes might be even worse than just doing it all by yourself. 

Gazing into the venue, I was able to count roughly fifty people—all of them radical heads of aristocratic households or members of their families. Having no prior notice about my attendance, the other partygoers were shocked to see me there. They all stared at Eleanora and me from afar, unsure of how to react. One man, however, broke the mold by making his way toward us.

Inwardly, I groaned. Come on, man, I’m just here for the colorful array of dishes over on that table! I don’t have any interest in friendly conversation with some guy I don’t know.

“Thank you very much for inviting me to today’s soiree, Lady Eleanora. I believe this is my first time meeting the young lady next to you.”

I gave the man across from us a dubious look, even as Eleanora responded with a cheerful, “Oh, this is my friend, Yumiella!”

Oh, come on, Lady Eleanora, I thought, rolling my eyes. It’s obvious that man figured out who I am the second he saw my hair. What a blatant liar. And ugh, what’s going on with that smile of his? He probably thinks he looks nice, but there’s something disturbing about his expression. 

Eleanora was about to continue speaking, but the man cut her off and focused on me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Countess Dolkness,” he said. “I am Arkleton, I hold the title of count as well.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I replied stiffly.

“Since you’re attending our gathering today, would I be correct to assume that means you are joining the duke’s side?”

“You would not be.”

I should’ve expected this the moment Lady Eleanora said this was a party of radicals, I thought with a sinking stomach. Of course the man’s grinning so much, thinking that I chose to support their cause. If I did so, their plan to make Prince Edwin the next king would be rock-solid. The man’s question made my mind flicker back to my meeting with the viscount of Cottoness. The viscount was of the impression I joined the radicals’ cause as well. Where is that rumor even coming from?

Meanwhile, Count Arkleton’s face had turned suspicious. “Why are you here, then?”

“Because...my friend invited me,” I replied with an inward grimace. “I have no other reason.”

“Yes, I see,” the count said, his face smoothing. “Yes, you just came by today to see Lady Eleanora. Let’s leave it at that.”

Eyeing the pleased look on Count Arkleton’s face, I could tell he thought he’d caught on to some nonexistent hidden true meaning behind my words.

Misunderstandings like this are nothing but trouble, I thought, holding myself back from running an irritated hand through my hair. I can already feel that some other annoyance is going to come from this. 

Just as I’d had that thought, Eleanora seized one of my hands in hers. “Yumiella! Just now! You called me your friend! That’s the first time you’ve ever said it!”

“Yes, I know,” I said tiredly. “So please, go ahead and let me go. Come on, you need to greet everyone, right, Lady Eleanora? It’s the Hillroses’ party after all.”

“That’s right!” she agreed. “I’ll be off then!”

And with that, Eleanora scurried off toward the other partygoers, a cheerful smile still spread across her face.

All right, that’s one thing taken care of, I thought, relaxing a little. Next, I have to make it clear that I have no intention of joining the duke’s faction.

I was immediately distracted from this goal, however, by Count Arkleton, who was still standing before me. He’d turned to look condescendingly after Eleanora as she walked away.

“You seem to be having a rough time as well,” he said, voice sickeningly sweet. “I mean, that young lady doesn’t seem to be the sharpest knife in the drawer. Although, it is good for us, since she’s easy to manipulate.”

Listening to him so comfortably putting Eleanora down lit a fire in me. I grew irritated all at once, to the point I almost snapped back at him. But...wasn’t I guilty of talking about her the same way? Even now, I’d just manipulated her into getting her to leave me alone. Was that really much different than what these men did, getting her all stirred up about Prince Edwin and sending her charging to his side?

I let out a long sigh. Until now, I’ve been avoiding getting too close with Lady Eleanora because she’s the duke’s daughter, but...perhaps I need to begin building a proper friendship with her. 

Still, before I acted on that thought, I needed to deal with the man in front of me. He’d continued to blabber on even after I’d grown distracted, completely disregarding my lack of response.

“At the end of the day, the second prince is the most fit to be our next king,” he was saying. “I’m glad to see that you’ve come to that realization as well, Countess Dolkness.”

“Even if that was true, I believe His Highness has made it clear he has no interest, no? I believe he’s said himself that he has no intention of succeeding the throne.”

Count Arkleton waved that off. “He only said that out of concern for his reputation—I know in his heart he wants the throne. I wouldn’t be much of a loyal subject if I couldn’t understand his feelings.”

Dude, I don’t think you’re being nearly as considerate as you think you are, I thought. Although, this guy’s so smarmy I can’t tell if he genuinely believes what he’s spouting, or if he’s personally decided to target the second prince precisely because of his lack of ambition. 

Regardless of what the man really thought, it was beyond obvious that he didn’t have a single ounce of loyalty in him. The fact that he was already thinking about his future position was proof of that. His goal was clearly to take advantage of the fact that, once they took over, all the members of the king’s faction who currently held important positions would be cleaned out and replaced with members of the duke’s faction. He wanted to be a minister of some such.

At this point, my neutral expression had turned into a cold glare. The count didn’t notice though, and continued to speak in a bland, sonorous tone.

“On top of that, His Highness defeated the Demon Lord. All true aristocrats must take up their swords when the kingdom is in crisis, and in the end, the more strength you have on your side in battle, the easier the win. I’m sure you understand that principle quite well, Countess Dolkness.”

“You may be right about that,” I conceded.

I couldn’t exactly contradict the man with full confidence, as I’d solved most of my issues before now using brute force. Still, I didn’t think he was completely right. Sure, I was incredibly strong, but I also wasn’t a very good aristocrat or a good lord to my county. Strength in battle wasn’t all that was important in this world—I was proof of that. So, I decided to drive the point home.

“You say that strength is everything,” I said consideringly to the count, “but if that’s the case, wouldn’t someone’s level determine who is the most important? Shall we compare? What level are you, sir?”

Count Arkleton’s face flushed slightly. “I-I’m not very good when it comes to fighting...”

“Ah, I see,” I said, nodding. “I guess that means you’ll just continue to be a trifling aristocrat from now on.”

The count’s pink cheeks deepened to bright red. “H-How dare you?! I’m speaking of who deserves the throne! Are you saying there’s an aristocrat who could actually defeat His Highness, the second prince, the man who defeated the Demon Lord?!”

Yes, I’m right here, I declared internally. Oh, I also just so happen to be the actual person who took down the Demon Lord. I really thought you already knew that, but I guess you’re not even that smart. 

At this point, I knew there was no point in continuing to converse with the count. I decided to wrap things up.

“Well, there’s me, for one. You should probably keep me in mind if you’re planning on governing the kingdom using strength to back you up. I won’t stop you from getting ahead, but if you’re going to pose a threat to those around me, I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”

The count’s red face went white. “Th-There is no need... I would never do something to ruffle your feathers, countess.”

“Is that so? Well then, I’ll be looking on from a distance. Please feel free to do whatever you like.”

With that, I turned my back on Count Arkleton and began walking across the ballroom. The other aristocrats around us, who’d been watching our exchange, stepped away from me, creating a path.

Part of me hoped that the radicals would calm down a bit after my veiled threat, but the rest of me could already tell I hadn’t made much of a dent in their resolve. Those rooting for the second prince were going to rebel against the king and the first prince regardless—making my position clear wouldn’t be enough to turn the tides on the current situation.

Whatever, I just came here to have dinner, I thought. I need to eat while I can; it’s free, after all. If nothing else, I should at least get myself something to drink.

Just then, Eleanora came into view. She was speaking to some girls around our age, who looked familiar.

Oh, those are the girls from the Academy who used to throw their weight around since they were a part of Lady Eleanora’s entourage, I realized.

“Now’s your chance,” one of them said. “His Highness will become the king, and you will be his queen, Lady Eleanora... How lovely is that?”

Eleanora shifted her feet uncomfortably. “But both my father and Yumiella have suggested that I back down...”

“I’m sure they’re just sad to see you marry into the royal family! They’ll definitely be happy for you if you and the prince get together.”

“Will they?” she asked reluctantly. “But, I...”

She looks like she’s on the verge of changing her mind, I thought. It’s not that surprising, with all those noble ladies cajoling her at once. 

The group of girls seemed to notice this as well, as their mouths began curving upward. They seemed to think they’d already succeeded.

“You’re just one step away from marrying the second prince, Lady Eleanora,” one of the girls said, giggling.

“Really? If I can end up with Sir Edwin, I...” Eleanora trailed off.

A sick feeling began to fill my stomach. Eleanora was always surrounded by people in the Academy—even now, she was at the center of a group of girls her age. But...just how many of those girls were actually on her side? As much as I’d been thinking of Eleanora as my polar opposite, maybe she was just as alone as I’d been in the past...

All of a sudden, I thought of the expression on the duke of Hillrose’s face the day before. Not the unpleasant one, but the kind smile he’d given me just before he left, when he’d asked me to take care of Eleanora.

I shook my head, trying to cast off the rush of feelings that’d taken over me. No, you’re not a part of this whole radical thing, I reminded myself. I made my choice without any of their influence. It’s my decision to grow closer to Lady Eleanora. 

Secure in this thought, I called out, “Lady Eleanora! Don’t you think I should be the one shouting your name once in a while?”

“Huh?” Eleanora turned around and gave me a puzzled look. “Yumiella?”

Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d stepped forward and taken Eleanora’s hand. I pulled her from the crowd of noblewomen and led her away. Behind us, her entourage watched on blankly, as if they were still processing what had just occurred.

Tugging Eleanora after me, I accelerated into a run. She didn’t even resist as I pulled her from the ballroom and hurried down a hallway.

“Hold on!” she huffed behind me. “Where are we going?”

“I’m not sure,” I called back. “I haven’t decided. I think anywhere is fine, as long as we can eat.”

Jeez, Lady Eleanora, why’re you so slow? You’re going to trip trying to keep up with me. That’s what you get for wearing those heightening shoes.

My course of action was clear. Without giving her a moment to object, I scooped Eleanora up into my arms.

A blush colored Eleanora’s cheeks. “Wah! Y-You can’t do this, Yumiella! My heart belongs to Sir Edwin...”

I gave the girl in my arms a dubious look. Just what kind of misunderstanding are you having, Lady Eleanora? Surely you’re not this embarrassed over being carried bridal style. Perhaps I really should have given her a piggyback ride instead...

As these thoughts ran through my mind, I ran out of the duke’s estate and sped through the streets of the Royal Capital.

These shoes are making it hard for me to walk too... So, time to take them off!

Pausing for a brief moment, I shucked the heels from my feet and threw them off to the side of the street. Then, I immediately returned to running, this time barefoot.

If there’s rock that can hurt my foot, I dare it to come try!

“I never knew you were such an assertive person, Yumiella,” I heard Eleanora comment.

I snorted. “I think you’re quite up there when it comes to assertiveness as well, Lady Eleanora. Well then—let’s find somewhere to eat!” 

Before long, my run through the night had taken us from the center of the aristocratic quarter to the commoner’s quarter. The townscape was dim, only illuminated by the sparse light coming from the shops along the street. Even on the street we were currently on, which was full of restaurants, I wouldn’t have said things were fully lit up.

When I finally stopped and let Eleanora down, it was in front of a fancy-looking restaurant that I’d normally never choose to enter. It would be a miracle if I was even able to get myself inside.

“Is this...a kidnapping?” Eleanora asked consideringly.

I shook my head. “Of course not. We’re just having a meal together as friends.”

“I see, so this is what friends normally do. I had no idea.”

Wait, is this what friends usually do? I wondered.

I didn’t have many friends of my own, so I wasn’t really sure. In the end, I decided it was best I refrained from speaking on the matter.

Enough dillydallying—let’s go in! I thought, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open.

Upon entering, we were greeted politely by a server. They seemed a bit thrown off by us, but didn’t let it show too much.

We were quickly led to a table by a window, and as we settled in I took in our surroundings. Now that I could see the inside of the restaurant properly, I could tell it was far more extravagant than I’d thought it was. I didn’t think there would be anything strange about seeing aristocrats like me and Eleanora here, but then again, none of the other customers was wearing a gown. Of course, no one else was barefoot either.

“This place is wonderful!” Eleanora said once she’d taken her own look around, her tone deeply pleased. “I’ve always thought simple establishments like this one have something charming about them.”

Simple? I thought, looking around the space once again. If this is simple, what would that make my favorite shops in the Royal Capital?

“That was delicious!” Eleanora said heartily as we enjoyed a cup of tea after our meal. “I wouldn’t say that the ingredients were good, but there was a lot of creativity in the meal, and it was fun to eat!”

“I agree...” I replied.

Come on, I need to say something that makes it sound like I have a good palate as well! Um...it was...super yummy! I sighed. Whatever, we don’t need to discuss the food. 

I took another slow sip of my tea, stalling our eventual departure. My mind was on a certain problem—namely, how we were going to manage to pay for our meal.

Usually, I carried enough money around that I didn’t have to worry about paying for food, even from a restaurant this fancy. At this moment, however, I was completely broke. I’d left my money behind at the duke’s estate, along with my regular clothes.

This is why gowns are no good! I decided. Any garments that don’t have pockets are defective! Turning to Eleanora, I mused, She probably doesn’t have any money on her either...

She did, however, have a necklace with a large gemstone hanging around her neck.

Maybe we can pay with that...?

Catching on to my worries, Eleanora asked, “Yumiella? What’s wrong?”

Even if we did pay with the necklace, that might only cause trouble for the restaurant, I mused, still staring at Eleanora’s chest. But...I still don’t have any other way to pay.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from my side. “What are you doing?”

“Patrick!”

Yay, my wallet’s here! I see; he must have seen us through the window. So he just happened to be passing by this restaurant and ended up finding me. How lucky am I? 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” I told him sincerely.

“Why are you barefoot?” he asked, exasperated. “What happened to your shoes?”

“I took them off because they were in the way.”

“Are you a child?! I guess I have no choice...”

Patrick let out a deep sigh, then suddenly picked me up.

Wait, this is embarrassing! A piggyback ride might be better... Wait no, that was a lie. I’m sorry.

“Lady Eleanora,” Patrick said calmly, “you’re coming as well. A carriage from the duke’s estate is waiting outside.”

“Oh, you two are so lovely! I also want Sir Edwin to... Oh no! Sir Edwin turned into Yumiella! Please get out of my head!”

I giggled—it appeared that I’d crashed Eleanora’s bridal-style carry daydream. Patrick gave me a look as if to say, “What did you do this time?”

We all headed outside, and Eleanora climbed into the carriage. I bowed my head to her, but it didn’t look quite right, as Patrick was still carrying me. I didn’t mind, though—I was still puzzling over who had arranged a carriage in the first place.

“Thank you very much,” Eleanora called through the carriage window. “I had fun today!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I called back.

“Will you take me out again another time, Yumiella?”

I paused for a moment. “If the opportunity arises,” I agreed.

Going out with her every once in a while won’t be so bad, right? We can go out...maybe once every four years?

A few moments after seeing Eleanora off, Patrick and I headed home. He still hadn’t put me down, so I ended up being carried through town. The night sky still hovered above us, but it wasn’t until we got to a less populated part of town that I finally felt comfortable enough to raise my head from where I’d buried it in Patrick’s chest and gaze up at the stars.

“Hey, Patrick.”

“What’s up?”

“I...think I made a friend.”

Patrick’s eyes, which were just as beautiful as the stars in the sky, gazed into mine. I pressed my nose back into his chest.

“I see,” he said gently, his soft voice trickling into my ears.

◆◆◆

The day after sneaking out of the party with Eleanora, I decided to head home to Dolkness County, just as I’d said I would. Just when I was about to set out, however, Eleanora had stopped by the mansion. She latched on to me, practically on the verge of tears.

This...it’s happened before, hasn’t it?

“I can’t believe we won’t be able to see each other again!” Eleanora wailed. “I’m soooo sad! Wait—I can just go visit Dolkness County and see you, right?”

Come on, don’t stick your nose into my county as well, I groaned internally. Although...I guess we are friends now. It should be fine if she only comes every once in a while. 

“Sure, but just wait a little bit, okay?” I asked her. “I promise, I’ll invite you to Dolkness County soon enough.”

“Really?!” Eleanora shrieked, bouncing on her heels. “Promise—you have to promise!”

“Sure. Oh, and also...if it ever gets dangerous for you here in the capital, please come to me. At the very least, I’ll be able to provide shelter for you.”

“If it gets dangerous...?” Eleanora asked, tilting her head in puzzlement.

Judging by that reaction, none of the information regarding the rebellion is being shared with her at all, I mused. I hope if anything happens, she really will come to me. I’ve got at least enough resources to shelter one other person. 

All of a sudden, I realized this would be my last chance to learn more about Eleanora’s father. Maybe I can learn something today, since I didn’t get to ask her about anything yesterday. 

“There’s a lot of danger out in the world,” I said casually, trying to redirect the conversation in his direction. “Doesn’t the duke say anything about you going out so often?”

Eleanora nodded. “He does caution me often,” she agreed. “My father’s a bit too overprotective.”

“He must really love you.”

A pleased grin surfaced on Eleanora’s face. “Oh, but my father loves this kingdom as well, you know?” she said, swaying happily as she spoke.

“He...loves the Kingdom of Valschein...?”

“Yes, and he also loves to clean! He said he was going to gather everything he didn’t need in one spot and get rid of it all at once!”

To tell the truth, I didn’t really care about the duke’s interests in minimalism, and I didn’t take him as a big fan of the kingdom. Perhaps he was just lying to his daughter, but something just felt off to me. Still, there wasn’t really anything for me to gain from learning about the surprising side the duke had to him when it came to his family.

If I remember correctly, Eleanora lost her mother when she was young, and her brother had already left their home by the time she was old enough to remember things. That means her father has pretty much been her only close family member. 

“You must love your father as well, Lady Eleanora.”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes! I love my father and my brother dearly!”

“I see...” I said weakly.

I wonder what will happen to her if Duke Hillrose really leads a coup d’état... Unlike Ronald, everyone knows that Eleanora is a Hillrose. 

The image of the duke’s expression as he asked me to take care of his daughter flashed through my mind. Is Duke Hillrose actually a patriot, or a traitor to this kingdom?