Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

It kept raining.

The spirited tear-like thin rain melts into the winter air and quietly fills the night of the Weitz Empire as it turns into snow from time to time.

Under the Book of the Night, at the heart of the Empire, Weitzzecker Imperial College was covered in gloomy air.

"Damn......"

It was Prince Alberto who leaked it in a tone that did not resemble your son's appearance.

He had buried his forehead in the arms he had put together in his own chamber, which had gathered only a few people who could forgive him.

Neither Bianca nor Natalia can speak to the prince, who floated darkly in the colour of the haze.

However,

"is, unusual. You're gonna throw up that bad shit, too."

The only thing Oscar squeaked like that.

"... unfortunately, to buy a sold fight now, because I don't have the strength to do it. If you're here to say you don't like it, could you please go home?"

There is no hiding risk in Alberto's words to return.

But there was no hegemony in that voice.

"I'm sorry. If I don't do this, I can't stay or stand."

Oscar unexpectedly and honestly apologized.

Yes, he stopped coming at Alberto unilaterally from that day of commotion. With the exception of the occasional side of the sarcastic who appears, Oscar, who does not turn to his enemies, was a reliable senior who lost his head.

During the college, no, from a magic presentation that even the empire rocked, three days.

Alberto's actions were swift, taking on the principle of absolute autonomy and taking on the truth-seeking and accountability of the disturbances in one hand.

As for Instructor Harald, he revealed his intention to rebel with everyone who was in the auditorium as a witness, promptly capturing him.

At the same time, students involved in the disturbances at the presentation were thoroughly examined and only those directly involved in the creation and deployment of formations were disposed of according to the depth of their involvement.

Furthermore, he officially recognised Oscar, who was not harmful in this matter, as a representative of the common population and entered into an agreement indicating reciprocity within the College with the royal family and the superior nobility.

Some of them include Oscar's involvement with royal-like powers in the truth-seeking of a counter-insurgency case and his free visit to Alberto's room in this way for a meeting.

The greatly disintegrating auditorium had also been restored immediately with the magic of the royal family's unconventional quantity and had already regained its appearance as before.

Reveal the truth, punish those responsible, repair the damage...

Three days after the outbreak, the case was almost attached already.

Only one thing, except that Leonora von Harkenberg remains missing.

With the fall of the ceiling, she disappeared, another three days.

Neither in the college, nor around the Marquis family, has ever found a girl of beauty, even though she has reached out to the town where she lived.

"Where are you..."

As if to speak for Alberto's impatience, a burning fireplace blows up in the back of the room.

Everyone pierced the silence.

Um, presentation day.

The moment the ceiling collapsed with the roar, a flash of white dyeing burst through the auditorium, and the next moment, the girl's figure was scratching out.

Alberto, embracing her until just before, was surprised by the sudden feeling of disappearing, often wandering his gaze.

The same is true of the Oscars we were looking at nearby.

But she's not here.

The two men, who also had excellent brains within the College, instantly derived the answer.

In other words, Leonora von Harkenberg was caught up in an outburst of magic and bounced off the space.

(At that time, Leonora was holding onto my gold coin...)

Alberto remembers, frowning hard on remorse.

(The dragon symbol is a mass of magic. The formation shoots at the magic. You can't possibly not know what happens if you get the gold coin -)

No, you're not.

Because she knew, she went into that kind of behavior.

Alberto remembered the girl's face smiling at this one as she clenched the gold coin.

It's like embracing and accepting everything, loving - and ready, smiling.

For just a moment, Alberto deeply ashamed herself of suspecting that she might have tried to take the gold coin. And at the same time, I understood her intentions and felt so anxious that I wanted to scratch her chest.

"She shrugged, 'Next time, help'... Perhaps Leonora overlays me with your mother, who was once unable to help, and now it's time to help, yes...!

Everyone looked painfully at the prince, who cut off his words and buried his face in his palms.

It's powerful enough to crumble a stone ceiling.

Beyond that, I can even imagine.

"It's my fault... I twisted her fate..."

"- No, Your Highness Prince Alberto."

The groaning of the wretched prince was blocked by the voice of a boy who remained a little young.

I was on the spot, and I looked up.

It was Kai, who until then had refrained in the corner of the room, who received the royal gaze and opened his mouth as his face tided with tension.

"With all due respect, My husband, Mr. Leonora, probably knew the end of your life."

"What do you mean?

Oscar listens back sharply.

Kai spun his words diligently as he dampened his lips many times.

"As the magic presentation approached, Master Leonora seemed depressed, but it was even worse that morning, and, - I was staring into the mirror."

Bianca and the others tilt their necks. Of nobility, if it's also a woman, it's natural to stare into the mirror.

Kai supplemented with a quick mouth.

"I think you all know that. Leonora-like eyes are the purple eyes of Harkenberg. You see the truth."

The same thing annoyed me.

If the eye that foresees the truth shows who she is - it's not strange that she predicted a future to descend upon herself.

Speaking of which, when he told the girl of the day about Harald, Alberto remembered that he was leaking things like "the church is horrible" and "trying to take away people's precious things".

"No, maybe I've been aware of it for a long time. So he wanted to go to Richiert or something..."

Oscar groans in a blurred manner, too.

Turning to the kind of gaze his surroundings would ask, Oscar confessed that the girl had been in downtown early and was about to inspect the reality of the citizen.

"Why would a senior do that...?

"Thank you for giving my hair away, and ask me to get you some roadblocks. He used to say to me, 'No matter how respected and right someone looks, will you believe in yourself more than that person'. Harald was so popular that he decided to go down to town himself, thinking he couldn't reveal the conspiracy without gathering evidence so hard."

Alberto's eyes open again after hearing the fact that he had been meeting with Oscar in church since the hair cut incident.

He learned that pieces of a puzzle he had never thought fit perfectly and felt like drawing a single picture.

Why did you frequently go to church for being horrible?

It must have been not only to secretly meet with Oscar, but also to bore the abominable ambitions of the Church.

(How long the hell did she realize what the Haralds were up to?)

On the day of the presentation, when the main culprit students were staring at each other to make their announcements, they probably felt what was going to happen.

For example, from the neighborhood where I suddenly started attending a Harald lecture that hadn't been out until then?

No. Maybe from the time I saw Gaephardt's painting, I had discerned that civil discontent was accumulating - that public opinion was being instigated by the Church.

"Leonora......"

A girl who is intelligent, understands Ellandic and leans against the hearts of citizens.

With purple eyes that foresee the truth, she herself would have tried to stand alone in Harald's conspiracy to save many, even though she grew up in an environment of misadventure.

Why didn't we tell ourselves a word?

Why didn't I realize the girl's resolve?

Harsh regrets annoy Alberto.

But the prince felt his regrets gradually turn to vitality as he ravaged within himself.

Kai continues with his voice trembling at the prince who grips his fist all the time.

"- Numerous omens. Maybe it is. But I didn't realize that either. Master Leonora even told me...! If you're gone, forget you exist, and soon, good things will happen, because...!

You remembered that time, your voice was in tears.

"Kai, okay. Enough."

Alberto reaches out softly.

He stroked his head gently as he held Kai, who was only a servant.

"Well taught"

Kai's push-kill whimper echoes in a room warmed in the fireplace.

After a moment of forgiveness, Alberto raised his face quietly.

"- Natalia, Bianca. And Senior Bernstein."

"Yes."

"What?"

To the three who answered with a serious voice, Alberto nods.

The figure no longer had the gloomy air of earlier, just strong determination and the majesty of the king.

"We need your help."

Someone's sagging and breathtaking sounds echo in his sharp, glowing ice-blue eyes.

Looking around at them all, Alberto told them.

"Once again, do the entrance ritual."

"What -?"

It was Oscar who asked back bewildered. But although I wouldn't put it in my mouth, the other two were equally puzzled.

"Why, the entrance ritual..."

"The summons is activated for all twelve-year-old children with magic"

Natalia looks up all the time.

"That's right, that hand...!

Alberto nodded quickly.

"Even if we were using magic in the explosion earlier, after three days it would be faint, but magic would accumulate. If that senses the Summoning Formation, or -"

"That's right...! I don't know why I didn't think of it......!

Bianca, who regained her anger while she watched, screams with joy.

"Who runs the ritual? You were the head of the church and the college. But the Church still has this, and if the student chairman and junior high school seniors insist, we can definitely get through."

"We have to give notice to the students who will unnecessarily be summoned twice and their parents. But that's not to say no to the extent that they call me from the dorm to the courtyard, given this situation. I'll take care of the circulars and the persuasions."

"Let's talk to the common folk about me, too."

The field boiled in unison at the bright prospect that appeared in Russia.

Without any soul or gall, Alberto narrows his eyes to Oscar, who offers pure strength.

The royal family and the common people.

One who can and one who cannot.

At the instigation of those beset by greed, two things that have been repeated all over the conflict are now trying to put their hands together precisely.

(Thanks to Leonora for all this, too)

Once again, Alberto thought of the size of the girl's presence.

"- Thank you."

The words were spoken naturally.

"And I'm sorry"

"The prince...?

Oscar gives a bewildered look to a sudden, but sincere apology.

Alberto cut out softly, thinking of the girl with the clear air.

"'Excessive magic is poisonous to those who do not have it'. That's certainly what I taught Harald. I told him to keep it quiet because explaining it to the unbelievers would not convince him, but would only stir discontent."

"You even laid down a warrant..."

Oscar shrugged to throw up.

"But it is my responsibility to truly take it and explain it - to renounce believing in you and to deepen the conflict as he thinks it is"

The prince, who looked at each other and said clearly, was full of cleanliness.

Oscar also narrows his blue eyes.

Eventually he

"Right."

When I say,

"It's your responsibility. But if that's the reason, it's my fault too."

I had a laugh of self-derision.

Oscar and I regret it more than Alberto.

Somehow he knew that part of the group was willing to set something up for the sorcery presentation. The target was left alone because he had just assumed with Alberto, but as a result, the girl he was imploring was involved.

If Oscar had abandoned his stubbornness and told Alberto about the disturbance concerns in one word, it would have been a case that could have been adequately prevented.

"Prince Alberto. I'm sorry. But we must end the conflict even today. Never again will a barren grunt invite an unfortunate incident."

"Senior Bernstein......"

"Oscar is fine. - Mostly, our crap 'Kanka' convolutions made him fly, but when he comes back, we can't still be in a dangerous mood, can we?

Pulled up one cheek more, Oscar offered his right hand.

"Hang in Leonora's name"

It was originally an occasion to swear by the name of the Spirit.

But no one who was on the spot was at all surprised to make a pledge in Leonora's name.

Alberto blinks often.

But I immediately unwrapped my expression and took the hand I was offered.

"- Yeah. Hang in Leonora's name."

That was a beautiful smile, like a rainbow hanging in the rain.

Later, King of Gold and Alberto, the biggest luxury in the history of the Weitz Empire, and a talented merchant and Oscar who will demonstrate rare business talent as ordinary people emerge and support the economic foundations of the Empire.

For the first time, the two of them, named after each other in the history of the Weitz Empire, shook hands, it was a moment.

Natalia, Bianca, and even Kai watch the scene with breath.

History moved, and everyone shook themselves to the touch.

"Leonora......"

Who was it that whined to pray?

Leonora von Harkenberg, the Abnegation Virgin who brought about a miraculous moment.

Everyone who was on the spot vowed firmly to call the girl back again at all costs.

After Natalia and the others left the room and ran out toward the people to perform the ritual of out-of-season enrollment.

Alberto was alone, staring at the flame-wielding fireplace.

Whenever the fire blows up, the gold coin in your hand makes the orange light leap.

The chunk of magic that the girl had in her hands at that time had been bounced and shaken by the attack of the formation.

It was left on the stage as if it were a shadow, and the prince stares at it unfailingly, with his fingertips.

"Leonora, if you come back safely, then..."

At that time, I would use all the power I could have to surround her, and I would never let her go again.

It was the only, strong obsession held by Alberto, who had blessed everything and lived without paying attention to anything for it.