Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

The National Army took the captive Knights face and Fried back to the position. It seemed to put up a position quite close to the scene, and it never took time to travel that far.

"Hey, what's going on with the supply shipment! There's a village that hasn't arrived!

"The injured? If you're injured, carry me to the back tent!

"What should I do to refill my emergency supplies!

The first to welcome Leticiel, who set foot in the position, was a rushed voice flying hiatusly within the position.

Men in simple yet well-made leather and iron armor come and go all over the place to convey their instructions.

"Captain! I need to ask you something about the ambulance tent..."

"Okay, just wait a minute. Hey! Take these guys!

The captain of the army who had stormed the headquarters of the Knights...... the captain who had brought Leticiel was also asked to give instructions to the soldiers who had come running by.

Next to the captain and the soldier talking, Leticiel turns his gaze around and looks at Gurli and the faction. Various people were in and out of the tent, but it seemed particularly intense in and out of the tent people behind the position.

"There are many other people who are injured besides their thoughts, and the treatment personnel who are here today seemed to be unable to reach them..."

"Right...... Some ordinary soldiers can certainly use the magic of light attributes. Let the guy with the free hands help with the treatment."

I'll listen to the captains somehow, but to deduce from their conversation and the state in front of them, could that tent behind the camp be a tent for the wounded and sick?

If you don't have enough people to treat you, is there something you can do? With that in mind, Leticiel turned his foot toward the ambulance tent.

Retreating the cloth hanging at the entrance and entering, there are soldiers lying on a simple bed, bandaged all over their bodies, and several therapists in white clothes rushing around to take care of them.

"... what, eh!? Dear Drossel...?!?

As Leticiel entered the tent, a therapist man walked through just near the entrance.

"... hmm?

To the bare voice of the man, a leader and a thoughtful young man, giving instructions to the other therapists in the center of the tent, noticed Leticiel sitting at the entrance to the tent in a turning clap.

The young man, with his refreshing blonde hair bound together and blue eyes, stares at this one as surprised as to whether the advent of Leticiel was unexpected.

…… This guy looks familiar somewhere... oh, maybe that time...?

Retissiel was hacked when he somehow remembered his visibility into the youth's hair and eye color. Once at the Schlemmer Chamber of Commerce, she meets with young people of the same look.

"I've seen you in the city before, haven't I...? Indeed, at the Schlemmer Chamber of Commerce…"

"............ Ah! of that time......! You were Drossel-sama after all."

They said so much and the youth noticed, and they opened their eyes like they were bounced and squealed so.

"Hey!

"Sorry! Could you manually spin it over here?!?

"Somebody come here too!

But before any further conversation could take place, a scream and a therapist's voice were heard from behind the tent.

Several more white-coated humans were on the run in the tent, and there were also a large number of medicines and therapeutic tools in the hands of the youth, plus a basin with water, which made the treatment work here busy.

"Aside from the story, I'll help with the treatment, too. Let me help you with something."

I don't seem to have time to waste talking right now. Leticiel decided to tell her own business for a moment. The young man once again turned a blind eye to Leticiel's offer, but also wanted to borrow the cat's hand. They did not reject the offer.

"Oh, really? So, can I have the wounded and sick over there, please? I will turn to this seriously injured man."

"Okay."

With that one word, the youth returned to their patients again. Leticiel left also walks over to the patient lying in the nearest bed.

Many of the injured in the tent had been wounded by guns and swords. Both wounds could easily be treated with witchcraft as long as the procedure was correct, so Leticiel magically turned from one end to the other for now.

Inside the tent there is a gentle swirl of wind caused by the flux of magic vegetables, and in the air the glow of magic when it is activated, and the afterglow of vanishing time, as if the stars were descending.

Those who touched the magic of Leticiel opened their eyes to the disappearance of their wounds, and the healers also accidentally stopped their hands and stared at the girl standing at the center of the wind and light.

(... that sword, what the hell was that?

While being such a target of attention, Leticiel had something else in mind.

In the battle in this territory, Leticiel had too many doubts. The mysterious sword he was using when he fought Fried earlier, the mysterious power he thought was given from that sword, and the man in the white cape lurking behind Fried.

Of particular concern to Leticiel was the name of the saint, the owner of the sword. Is it a coincidence or something, the saint has the same name as himself in his previous life. How do St. Leticiel and the others connect to the example sword, and even more so what does it have to do with you?

(Surely Saint Leticiel was a faithful saint around here...)

When you get a paragraph of help with your treatment, let the villagers tell you more about St. Letiziel. With that in mind, Leticiel stops the magic he was using and activates it again to treat new patients.

……

At that moment, Leticiel's vision cracked as if he had a crack in it.

And cover the world as if something were overflowing from the cracks in your sight, and start to change the scenery as flexibly as clay. Leticiel's body leans about before he even realizes it, not to mention standing upright in a severe distortion of vision.

…… Master Drossel!?

Sounds like he dropped something on the floor, butterflies and hasty footsteps approached, and someone supported Leticiel's body as he tried to fall. But because of the distortion of vision and dizziness, Leticiel couldn't tell who it was.

"Dear Drossel!? What's wrong!?

I hear a terrible, distant voice calling to myself. Leticiel let go of his own consciousness, feeling his vision dim a little bit.

In the dark darkness, a large stage with heavy crimson curtains lit up in the light and was potpounding.

The bell rings to announce the opening without having time to think about where or why we are here, and the curtain of the stage rises.

A pair of men and women sit side by side on the lawn by a pond in a splendid garden that is confused with reality, and between the two, a visible young, black-golden-haired girl spreads her book and reads in a mindless manner.

(Father... Mother's mad at me again)

The king has managed to interact with his own daughter and has been treated by the queen each time.

The stage was supposed to be right in front of us, but the view that was spreading over the stage had no sound. I can't hear the king and his wife laughing or the girl having fun.

(... really, I miss it...)

Still, the memories of the day of my presence came back to life, and my heart was relieved by the memories of my happiness.

Gowo!!!

As I watched the stage and immersed myself in recollection, suddenly, the Red Lotus Flame wrapped the stage.

Appearing out of nowhere, the flames burning as if blocking the end of the line are instantly gaining momentum, spitting out enough firepillars and dos black smoke to cover and conceal the stage itself.

(Huh......!?

My parents are burning in front of me. It's dangerous if it stays like this. He stuck his hands forward and tried to exercise the magic of water to extinguish the fire.

But there was no magic gathering in the palm of his hand. No matter how much I remembered, no matter how many times I tried, no magic was created in the space ahead, and only the flames in the back reinforced the legs of the fire.

…… Lying... magic, I can't use it...!?

Pull your hands in and stare at your palms. This has never happened before.

Neither could he hide his haste and agitation at the unexpected, and when he raised his gaze, the stage had already become a sea of fire, swallowing all the gardens on stage and the appearance of his parents who should have been there.

"Father... Mother...!!

I tried to run over to the stage reflexively, but my foot stops pitched a step forward. I had a small hand grabbing my arm trying to go forward.

(... eh...?

Turning around, two boys and girls stand there. They both looked familiar. Once upon a time, it was a boy and a girl in a clock dream.

'... no, not if you go that way, Dorothy.'

"Yes, you shouldn't go that way."

A girl with ash gray hair talks that way innocently as a pale blonde boy grabs it with force she doesn't think is a child.

A black-black curtain is drawn to the blazing stage. I could see a mysterious figure wrapped around his whole body in black, hiding behind a black curtain that danced flickering even though there was no wind. I felt that black-crushed figure walking with a black curtain hoisted slightly up the corner of his mouth as he passed in front of him.

(I don't like... wait!

Even if I desperately try to reach out, being grabbed by my arm won't even make it move off the spot.

Hurray and bewilderment...... Not long before the various emotions are sorted out, the stage disappears badly to drive the memories of the previous life, and a new light is reflected in the left-hand direction.

'Krista, don't be too chirpy. If it moves so much, you can't draw it.'

"Yes, I'm sorry."

There were three figures in a room like a library, with gentle sunshine plunging in. It's a man with charcoal grey hair, a girl with visible young silver hair, and a reddish pink blonde girl her age hasn't changed so much.

Each of the three hands has a framed canvas, and the silver-haired girl moves her brush with her little hand and paints a portrait of a pink blonde girl sitting in front of her.

'Nevertheless, Master Drossel is really good at painting. I taught you what I'd say, but isn't the future going to be better than mine?

The charcoal grey man smiles amusingly at the silver-haired girl who portrays her sister with a serious look.

'Yes, Uncle Phantom! Sister, you're so good at painting, I look forward to it now!

The light suddenly disappears, leaving the confused audience behind and the light hits the other side with the smile of the pink blonde girl at the end of the day.

"Sister, look, look! There are plenty of sheep!

Now there were two silver-haired girls and a pink-blonde girl running side by side on an idyllic hill. Fluffy woolly sheep make flocks in the surrounding meadows to relax and eat grass.

"Those two, they're always together! Absolutely."

Pink blonde girl pulling her sister's hand as she sneezes innocently turns a silver-haired girl as she stops her feet.

"Hey, does your sister have someone she likes?

Dark again. There is no time to rest your head, which slowly begins to gang, and the light lights up again on the central stage.

"Ah! Your sister's is adorable!

In the entrance hall of the mansion, a pink-blonde girl yelled at the silver-haired girl's hand with envy. Each of the two palms is ridden with small objects with different designs.

"Uncle! I like the same as your sister! Because I like what your sister likes too......!

'Well, that's... troublesome...'

The man with charcoal grey hair, the person who presented the trinket, was mundane as to what to do, pinched between the twins.

Pink blonde girl swelling her cheeks like a puku and diagonal. The silver-haired girl stared at her sister like that and eventually stroked her sister's head pompously with her little hand.

"You have no choice, I'll give you one because there are two."

…… Are you sure? Thank you, sister!

No matter how close you close your eyes or how much you block your ears, the sound of the stage slips the scenery out of the gap as if it were turbulent.

My head was screaming at a wave of fury that I couldn't even breathe, and I was crumbling to the spot with my head in my arms before I even noticed it.

The blazing echoes of darkness now erode the brain like they are knocking thousands of drags together, and the dark fog slowly looms regardless of stage or audience. Like swallowing everything, dyeing everything black.

"Stop... stop...!

Hands stretched out into pitch-black spaces swallowed by the bounced light, and ceilings woven by cloth and columns jumped into view.

I have unpleasant sweat all over my body and my forehead is sticking to my forehead. Repeating a rough breath, Leticiel lay it aside with his hands.

Its boundaries blur for a moment as to where it's a dream and where it's real from. After a while, when his vision became clear, Leticiel understood that he was being put to bed in a tent.

"... Oh, are you awake?

It was the man with Charcoal Gray's hair who said that and called me out. Seeing the man's face, Leticiel opens his eyes small. The person's face was the same as Drossel's and Krista's uncle's, who had a slightly different vibe but had just come out of a dream I had.

"... Uncle... Dear...? What...?

"Oh. I heard you fell, so I was worried something was going on."

Male...... when Phantom said so, he leaked his sigh like a little relieved.

"Um... what is this place?

"It's a spare rescue tent.... It seemed like a long time ago, but are you okay?

"... yeah, thank you"

Answering Phantom's question, Leticiel wakes up with his thighs. There was still a slight feeling of awkwardness, but I was never attacked by dizziness like earlier.

"Uncle, why are you here?

"You helped me when the National Army broke into the mansion where I was under house arrest, and I was acting with the National Army as it were."

"Was it..."

While striking the appropriate gavel, Leticiel repeatedly takes a deep breath to tone his disturbed breath. The cold sweat all over my body had made my clothes stick to my skin, but now I didn't have the strength to magically dry it.

I don't know how long it's been since Leticiel fell, but the light outside leaking over the tent cloth seems to be bright and still far away until sundown.

Leticiel didn't know why he had suddenly fallen.

I've never fallen before trying to use magic, and I haven't had anything wrong with my health. It can't be without magic that I'm drunk with magic vegetables......

Has the body recoiled to unfamiliar technology because it has never moved a wide range of magic vegetables for so long since becoming this body?

(... that sword... oh my god...? I should have used purifying magic...)

I ended up citing a lot of possibilities myself, but none of them came tight without definite evidence.

"... How are your brother-in-law and sister-in-law? Did something happen to you?

"Huh?"

Leticiel, who was puzzled by the thought, becomes Kyoton, not knowing for a moment what he was asked by Phantom, who has asked him terribly.

"No, nothing...?

"Really? I hope so... it seemed like he was calling about your parents, so I don't know... I haven't seen you in a long time."

Hahaha, to Phantom, who laughs deludedly, Leticiel realized for the first time that he was saying his bedtime words.

"... oh, it's nothing. Nothing, so don't worry."

So Leticiel also quietly clouded the story as he lay his eyes down. I can't tell Phantom the actual dream scene, and I thought that would be fine if he was mistaken.

"... it's been a long time since I've seen your uncle"

"Well... it's been 10 years. You haven't been able to talk properly..."

"My uncle... how have you been? Other than the recent disturbances…"

"Oh, well... puffy, yeah"

Then for a little while, Leticiel chatted with Phantom, who had been somewhere approximate at first because he hadn't seen him in 10 years, but after a while he got back on track.

About the territory, about myself, Phantom treated me casually without biased eyes on Leticiel. Since I was reincarnated, I seemed a little happy because not so many of those who knew Drossel had shown a friendly attitude.

Apparently, Phantom entered the Duke's house after being son-in-law to Scarlo's sister, and until about a decade ago he served as a secretary with Scarlo at the Duke's residence in King's Capital, where he often looked after his twins.

"... Um, uncle"

When the topic broke off for a moment between the two of them, Leticiel tried to cast his doubts on Phantom.

I've been remembering Drossel's memories a lot lately, and Leticiel himself was a little bit interested in Drossel's past. If you're going to be this guy who knows Drossel's past, you might want to ask.

"I... what kind of child were you once?

Whether it was because of earlier dreams, the presence of Drossel had never been greater in Leticiel.

Phantom, who was thrown a question, rounded his eyes as unexpected, but apparently realized something with Leticiel's laid-back look, and he answered without asking anything.

"Heh? That's unusual, I didn't expect Master Drossel to hear that..."

"... I just had a little, nostalgic dream. My uncle and I... Christa dreamt we were painting together."

"I miss that. It was 10 years ago."

To Phantom, who narrows his eyes to nostalgia, Leticiel tells the story in a small breath.

"... right. I also paint Christa..."

"That happened, too. Well, Master Christa always wanted to paint Master Drossel."

One of Phantom's words was unexpected from Leticiel. Leticiel couldn't imagine that Krista wanted to portray Drossel from herself.

"Really...?

"Oh. On the contrary, it was unusual for Master Drossel to paint Master Christa. Right...... as far as I know it was only about once or twice?

……

"I always thought they were together, even if they weren't painting, and they were really close and smiling. When Master Drossel was reading a new academic book, he always brought the same book and tried to imitate it."

My head got even messed up by Phantom's words. Because Krista, whom Leticiel knows, is a young lady who hates and hates her twin sisters.

But watching and listening to Christa, who lives in her childhood memories, and Christa, who is in Phantom, makes me wonder which one is what Christa really is.

Leticiel closed his eyes and gently put his hands together and deposited his forehead there. What the hell happened between these sisters...?

"Excuse me. I heard Master Drossel is awake..."

And then the cloth at the entrance was rolled up with harrows, and one young man came in. He was the blonde who was treating the injured in the ambulance tent.

"Ah, yes. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"There is no annihilation. Looks like you're safe."

When the young man said so, he grinned like a ho. Apparently, he came here to see how it went because of a paragraph in the injury and illness soldier's allowance.

"So the soldiers are already calm, aren't they? How are the villagers doing?

"If you're from the village, you'll be relieved of some tension and calmed down after the riots calmed down and protected by the National Army."

"Really...... good"

He was a ho breathing Leticiel remembering inner relief, but he was to tighten his feelings immediately the next moment.

"It's just that the faithful villagers are a little nervous about the disappearance of the sacred relics from St. Leticiel's Church outside the village."

Leticiel solidified with Piscilli in the words Phantom muttered with the intent of the public discourse. Now what did he say...?

"St. Letticiel's... Church... is it?

"Hmm? What's wrong with the church?

"Where is it? I'm gonna go for a little while now."

Leticiel was devouring the information that Phantom leaked in a pompous manner.

I've always been caught in her heart, a saint with the same name as myself. If there is a diocese dedicated to that saint, maybe we can get some information about Saint Letiziel.

Besides, if something happened in the diocese, maybe there's some clue that leads to this holy sword.

"Yeah!? You're going now!? You're still sick, so don't push it!

"That's right. What are you going to do if you fall again?"

"I'm fine now on this street, and I'm fine. More than that, I have something to look into in that diocese."

"It's almost dusk, and you can't force it!

Leticiel, preceded by an exploratory mind for St. Leticiel, and two men who worry about her body and try to stop it. As we state each other's claims, little by little the voices of the two become louder.

"What's wrong?

At that time, the cloth at the entrance of the tent once again snaps. Ahead of Leticiel's eyes, there was one figure standing in the backlight of the light outside.