“Oh, I’m sorry. I was having such a good time that I stayed longer than I ought to.” Aileen lets the rude treatment roll right off her, appearing unconcerned. Her expression remains perfectly placid, setting an example for the new empress who is about to shoulder a nation. “Do ask me to tea again, please.” “I don’t like tea, and I don’t have that kind of time… Oh, I’m sorry; I’m not implying that you have too much time on your hands. Dressing yourself up and ingratiating yourself to your husband must keep you very busy. I think it’s fine to have people like that around as well. That’s what it means to be at peace.” “As one who’s spent time on the battlefield, Lady Diana, your perspective is very educational.” Diana’s eyes are apathetic, but Aileen tries to be as charming as she can. “I’m sure you are busy, but I do have delicious sweets. When you have time, please do speak with me again. Let’s see… I’d love to hear about life on the battlefield, for example.” “……I really doubt you’d understand even if I told you.” “Oh, but I’d feel awful taking up your time for nothing, Lady Diana. If only there was something I could do for you…” She assumes a thinking pose, evidently falling deep in thought. Reluctantly, Diana makes a suggestion. “In that case, maybe you could tell me about the demon king next time—about Emperor Claude.” “Gracious, Master Claude? I’m particularly good at that. I’m quite proud of my husband, you know.” “…Cattleya was very preoccupied with him, you see.” “In that case, I’d love to hear about Lady Cattleya as well. She was terribly dashing; I confess I was captivated by her,” Aileen says gaily. Diana gives her a pitying look. That’s clinched it. “All right. Until next time,” Aileen tells her, then turns away. Since learning of her pregnancy, she’s taken care to move as slowly and carefully as she can, but she walks with particular caution now. There’s no telling who may be watching from where. “Rachel, Lady Diana is a splendid person, isn’t she? I really must become her friend.” Aileen and Rachel have reached the straight corridor that leads to their guest room. Rachel, who stood silently behind Aileen all through the tea, nods quietly. “Very well. I will see to it.” “With Lady Cattleya as well. They’re both very practical, so I’m concerned I may make a careless blunder. Please make sure we don’t do anything rude. I so want to be friends with them.” “Lady Aileen, frolicking like that is unseemly.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” The work of unpacking isn’t yet finished, and Aileen’s ladies-in-waiting are still bustling around the room. Once she’s heard the door shut behind her, Aileen breaks into a grin. “After all, it’s been a long time since I dealt with such an easy woman.” Diana has underestimated Aileen as someone who’s foolish and easily used. “Becoming empress doesn’t seem likely to make her give up on her revolution. She’s hostile toward Ellmeyer as well. She was good enough to blab away honestly; it’s saved me a lot of trouble. Having people make light of you really is a valuable thing.” Between her position and her pregnancy, Aileen isn’t able to move too freely or stand out too much. By using that to her advantage, she’s managed to gather some good information. “I’ll send a letter of thanks to Lady Diana at once. It would be best to include sweets of some sort. Rachel, you understand, don’t you? I am a sheltered young woman who knows nothing. A sweet young thing.” “Would you like your clothes and makeup to reflect this?” “Yes, please. Can you procure something?” The tools Rachel has to work with right now must be limited. However, her brilliant lady-in-waiting nods with no hesitation. “I can’t do anything as elaborate as I normally would, but leave it to me.” “Master Claude hasn’t returned yet, has he? Heh-heh. Perhaps I’ll go to greet him. After all, I’m lonely.” “Lady Aileen, your expression doesn’t match what you’re saying in the slightest. I would prefer it if you behaved yourself and rested. Is there a reason you would like to go to meet him?” “Goodness, Rachel. You must have noticed it yourself. Master Claude is hiding something from me. Lady Cattleya must be on his mind in some way. As more than a cousin, I mean.” When Cattleya had greeted them, he’d reacted strangely. He can’t have imagined his wife would miss that, can he? And the crowning blow was how Diana pitied Aileen, implying Aileen knew nothing. Aileen gives Rachel a sidelong glance, but Rachel isn’t surprised. She keeps a careful eye on Aileen’s reactions and, through Aileen, the reactions of those around them. Something must already have struck her as odd. “I believe they haven’t spoken in years. Will you question him about it?” “I wouldn’t do anything so vulgar. It’s only natural for spouses to have a secret or two. However, a good wife makes sure to know everything while pretending she does not.” “All right. In that case, let’s change your clothes and adjust your makeup at once.” “It’s a pity, really. I quite like this lip rouge.” Putting a hand to her lips, Aileen’s reflection smiles in the mirror. The pad of her index finger picks up a smear of lip rouge too lustrous for one who intends to play the part of some sweet young thing. It looks an awful lot like blood. A chill seems to crawl up from Claude’s feet, and he stops in his tracks. Cattleya, who’s been walking ahead as their guide, blinks. Almost immediately, her expression softens. “Let’s stop and rest soon. The room over there is empty; I’ll go and get permission to use it. I’ll have tea prepared as well. I’m very sorry to drag you around when you’ve just arrived.” “I’m the one who asked you to. I apologize for making you work without rest.” “No, it’s a place I’m used to. Come, this way—” Cattleya is about to show them through a door, but Claude catches the handle first, and their hands nearly touch. She withdraws hers at the last moment. “You rest, too. Keith, can you prepare the tea?” Claude asks. “Leave it to me.” Keith promptly calls to a servant who’s walking down the corridor. Thinking that although Keith may be from another country, he’ll probably handle this well, Claude opens the door. “…This is the imperial castle. Is it all right to call you Princess Cattleya now?” Cattleya broods for a little while, then breaks into a smile. “If you’ll be kind enough to do so again.” “Then after you—although this isn’t my castle.” Laughing, Cattleya steps through the door. The room she’s chosen for their recess is small but tidy. The flowers in the vase by the window appear a bit wilted, but that’s probably because evening is near. Based on their colors, the chairs that face each other across the round, cat-footed table are a set. When he pulls out one of the amber-colored chairs with bright red upholstery, Cattleya slowly lowers herself into it. She may be dressed like a knight, but she’s conducting herself like a perfect lady. “I didn’t think you’d be coming to meet us. That startled me,” Claude began. “I am the only one in this nation who’s ever met you. I don’t think the fact that I was selected is so surprising.” Her voice is a bit gentler than it was before. She may be switching tones to match her role. “It’s been more than a decade since we met in person, though. I didn’t think you’d remember me.” “Your beauty isn’t so easily forgotten, Master Claude. It was branded onto my heart as a child. I wondered whether my brother would grow up to be that lovely as well.” “…It’s odd for me to say it, but your brother seems to be growing up splendidly. I was relieved to see it.” In front of Claude, Cattleya smiles. It isn’t the gallant one she showed him as a girl. There’s a hint of resignation in it; it’s the smile of a grown woman. “Yes, he’s already old enough to marry. I was surprised as well, though. I didn’t expect you to have become emperor or that you’d be married…” “All sorts of things happened. I believe that’s true of you as well… Let’s get down to business.” Claude turns his left hand so that it’s palm up, and a card materializes on it. As Cattleya’s eyes widen, he turns the card face up and holds it out to her. “This arrived along with the wedding invitation and gifts, addressed specifically to me.” Save me from this place. “…This was sent to you?” Cattleya frowns. Watching her reaction carefully, Claude checks with her. “The sender didn’t give their name. It wasn’t you?” “No, not me.” “But you’re the only acquaintance I have in Kilvas,” he tells her, echoing the excuse she’d given him a moment earlier. Even so, Cattleya shakes her head. “As I said, it wasn’t me. On the contrary, I think it may be a trap.” Claude gives her a questioning look, and she raises her head, facing him squarely. “You’re aware that this nation came to the brink of revolution. What do you think that would mean if, in the middle of all that, I sought the help of the demon king?” “I see. So people would think the imperial family of Kilvas really was inviting demons into the country.” Claude strokes the card with an index finger, and it fades, then vanishes. “In that case, we’ll say I never saw this. You don’t have to worry: The only ones who know of this card are myself and Keith—the adviser who was just here.” “…Your wife doesn’t know? You mustn’t do that. She’ll suspect you.” “My wife is more jealous than one might assume. Not only that, but as you know, she’s pregnant. I can’t have her finding out something unnecessary that will make her embark on some sort of scheme.” Claude emits a long sigh. Cattleya stares at him blankly, then giggles. “That sounds quite trying. However, you were disinherited, and yet you’ve still managed to become emperor. Your wife had much to do with that, did she not? I’m told she’s the daughter of a duke and that she was once engaged to your half brother…” “That’s right. She was kind enough to switch over to me.” He chuckles quietly. Cattleya looks rather appalled. “Don’t tell me you deceived her. You bad man; she’s such a sweet woman.” “I am the demon king. Obviously, I’m a bad man. I’m also arrogant enough to think that if you’re really in trouble, I want to help you.” Leaning back in his chair, Claude smiles. “If something’s wrong, tell me. I’d like to do all I can. That includes handling the demons.” “…Why would you go that far…?” “When I was disinherited, you tried to extend a helping hand and invite me to your country, remember? It’s thanks for that.” That isn’t actually all it is, but he genuinely does want to help her. “I’ve heard that the demons’ offensive has slackened. I intend to do my best to ensure that you never have to set foot on the battlefield as a Valkyrie again.” Cattleya looks down at her feet. This is when Keith enters, carrying a tea tray he accepted in the corridor. The sounds of the tea service being set out and of hot water being poured, along with the light fragrance of black tea, soften the stark silence into a simple hush. “…Master Claude, where do you suppose the demons came from?” Perhaps she’s feeling wary; Cattleya doesn’t touch her tea. “I don’t know.” “You aren’t saying that they didn’t come from Ellmeyer or Hausel, then.” Claude picks up his teacup and drinks first. He’s acting as her poison taster. “I can assure you that I didn’t send them. However, if it happened before I was born, I can’t speak with any confidence. Frankly, the Queendom of Hausel was shrouded in mystery until the end. The remaining relics vanished before we managed to secure them, to say nothing of the floating palace.” “The floating palace did vanish as well, didn’t it…? I’ve heard rumors that it’s actually still in the sky and that the Queendom is thriving.” “With all that lost wisdom, conspiracy theories will inevitably run rampant.” To be completely accurate, the floating palace has vanished from this world and is currently in the demon realm. A palace that constantly repairs itself is too much for humans to handle. As a result, his father—Luciel, the god of demons—and his father’s wife, Grace, have agreed to be its caretakers until the time is right. It’s a very vague matter, but Baal, the holy king of Ashmael, has given his consent, too. This means their two nations are concealing the floating palace, but it certainly isn’t the sort of thing that could be allowed to stay out in the open. It would definitely spark an unnecessary war. Conspiracy theories are preferable. “Hausel has definitely fallen, though. People still live on those islands, but the majority have begun to emigrate to other lands. Most of them seem to have headed to Ashmael, but geographically speaking, it’s Ellmeyer’s issue as well. That’s probably true of Kilvas, too,” Claude says. “Our climate is harsh, and we haven’t had much trouble with immigration. I would imagine the rumors of revolution kept them away.” “Sometimes you’ll be targeted precisely because your situation is unstable. I’ll have to discuss that with your brother.” “Diana would probably be a better choice than Vica. I’ll mention it to her, too. She’s fought beyond the wall as a Valkyrie, so she knows what the demons are like.” Cattleya must be very close to Diana; she’s even recommended her as a bride for her precious little brother. Claude nods. “I want to hear opinions from those with experience in the field, of course. I’d like to see the wall itself, if possible, and the demons on its other side; could I ask you to show me?” “Let’s see. I’ll discuss it with Diana first—” A light knock at the door interrupts them. Keith swiftly glances in that direction, but before he can ask who it is, the door opens. When Claude sees the individual who enters, it makes sense to him. It’s Vica. Prime Minister Ernst is there as well. Vica nods to them. “Excuse me; I heard you were here. Cattleya, Diana’s calling. She says she needs to talk to you.” “She does? You haven’t made her angry again, have you?” “Not that I’m aware of, but…” It feels strange to Claude to see such a tranquil expression on a face that’s identical to his. Especially when his eyes meet those red ones. Does the other man feel the same way? “I’m currently showing Emperor Claude around, though,” Cattleya protests. “No, I should be returning to my room,” Claude says diplomatically. Claude has completed the minimum of required meetings and greetings. No doubt it would be rude for him to loiter around the castle on the very day he arrives. This nation has suffered from demons, and Claude is the demon king. He’s done nothing to be ashamed of, but he doesn’t want to attract unnecessary suspicion. “I can get back if you’ll send a guide with me. Can I trouble you to clean up here?” “Of course. Please ask the guard outside to show you the way. Ernst.” Vica glances at Ernst, who promptly steps out of the room. He’s probably calling servants to tidy away their tea things. Even though he’s the prime minster, he’s capable of being meticulously considerate. “…I’ll take you up on that, then. Master Claude, I’ll contact you later about the matter we were speaking of.” Cattleya rises to her feet, bows, and leaves, carrying herself briskly to the last. “Have you made some sort of promise with my sister?” Settling in the chair Cattleya has just vacated, Vica crosses his legs. “Yes.” Claude nods. “I told her I wanted to tour the other side of the wall.” “And if I refuse to allow it?” Claude blinks. However, as Vica rests his elbows on the table, he’s smiling. It’s as if there’s a mirror in front of him that isn’t copying his movements. Feeling very strange, Claude chooses his words carefully. “If you do, then of course I’ll refrain. However, I have been requested to do something about the demons as the demon king, and it will mean I’ll be unable to.” “…I was joking. I just wanted to see how it felt to say it. I don’t have much of a voice in matters of policy anyway. I’ve been a puppet emperor since I was a child.” “You really don’t look like it.” Vica’s smile vanishes, and his expression goes blank. For the first time, Claude feels as if he’s facing himself. He’s technically received official information regarding Vica, emperor of Kilvas, from his brothers-in-law; mostly from Michael. The previous emperor passed away suddenly, and this boy became emperor at the tender age of ten. His sister, Cattleya, was already a Valkyrie, away on the battlefield. Surrounded by treacherous courtiers, the child became a puppet emperor. He has black hair and red eyes, and he wields magic, but he can’t control the demons, and unlike his sister, he doesn’t race across battlefields. Claude heard he’s often thought of as a terribly ominous, albeit physically attractive doll. However, he really can’t think of the identical face that’s seated across from him as being like a doll’s now. “…You and Ernst may be the only ones who will say that to my face, Big Brother Claude.” Claude nearly fumbles his teacup. The indescribable emotion that wells up inside him becomes a blast of wind that rattles the windows. “…‘Big brother’?” “If we’re cousins, that isn’t the strangest thing to say, is it?” “I see…!” How can this be? What an unexpected blind spot. The feeling it provokes in Claude is complex in a different way from what he feels when Cedric calls him that. “Feel free to call me Brother, Vica.” “…Apparently that made you happy. I’m glad,” Vica murmurs, gazing at the abruptly glossy flowers by the window. He seems to know about Claude’s nature. That boosts his score as well. “Let’s get down to business: Is anything troubling you, Vica?” “You’re kind, aren’t you, Brother Claude. However, instead of me, can I ask you to save my sister?” Claude studies him intently. The boy gazes back. He seems to be implying that Claude already knows the answer. Being similar may not always be a good thing. Before Claude can respond, Vica gets to his feet. “I’ll take my leave, then. Ernst.” As if he’s been waiting for this, the prime minister peeks into the room from the hall. Vica walks away, signaling that the conversation is over. Claude calls after him: “So it isn’t your wife you want me to save?” They aren’t technically married yet, but the other man will know what he means. Vica turns back. “Yes, that’s correct,” he responds briefly. The expression on his face is one Claude has seen in the mirror. Then he leaves, taking Ernst with him. In exchange, the servants who’ve been sent to tidy up enter, as does the guard who’s been waiting to show Claude back to his room. “Those two are quite the rogues, aren’t they?” Keith asks the moment Claude steps out into the hall. Claude shrugs. “It would be disturbing if he acted spineless with my face, wouldn’t it?” There’s no telling what about that is funny, but Keith bursts out laughing. Claude finds it quite rude. They’re scheduled to stay in Kilvas for the week surrounding the marriage. The wedding ceremony is the main event, naturally, but there are also soirees and tea parties before and after it, and they have conferences and observation tours scheduled as well. Claude will be handling most of the latter, but Aileen can’t neglect the former. Who should she meet, and what sort of publicity should she attempt to win during that limited time, with those limited chances? Particularly in the world of noblewomen, which Claude isn’t able to enter, she’ll need to choose carefully. However, Kilvas doesn’t seem to operate in the fashion to which she is accustomed. Music plays beneath the crystal chandeliers, and the dance forms are also quite similar, but the women’s costumes are divided equally between splendid dresses and knights’ uniforms. Considering the fact that some of the women in ball gowns are from other countries, it almost appears as if more women in Kilvas are Valkyries than not. She may have chosen the right approach. Behind her open fan, Aileen narrows her eyes. Her husband, who’s holding her hand, murmurs quietly, “How are you feeling?” “I’m fine.” She smiles back at him. Claude looks Aileen over once from head to toe, then offers his opinion. “…You aren’t your usual self tonight. It’s quite novel. Have you had some sort of change of heart?” She expected no less of him: His choice of words is extremely skillful. “You don’t like it?” “No, that isn’t what I meant. It’s just… I have a terribly bad feeling about it.” Once again, this is Claude all over: His instincts are extremely good as well. “It’s simply a change of pace.” Tonight, Aileen is dressed in pastel colors. If she walks slowly, her skirts drift lightly around her, and the collar is generously ornamented with fine frills. The ribbon that gently gathers the bodice beneath her bosom is made of pearl-adorned lace, giving it the appearance of fairy wings. The heels of her shoes are low, and she’s wearing her hair loose. Although the upturned outer corners of her eyes generally give her a rather aggressive look, they’ve been softened with cosmetics, and her lip rouge is an innocent pale pink. She looks more like a young noblewoman than an empress, and more adorable than beautiful. The image she’s tried to achieve is that of a pampered pet of a woman who’s been extravagantly dressed up. She hasn’t worn anything this cute in a long time. Naturally, she’s matching her behavior and every little gesture to her outfit. She’s rather uneasy about it, but Rachel has given it her stamp of approval, confidently declaring, “As long as you don’t revert to your usual self, you’ll be fine.” “I thought I’d wear the sort of thing I have very little occasion to wear in Ellmeyer, since I had the chance. It’s less constricting than the usual. And yes, I’ve dressed with my condition in mind.” “…You thought up that excuse just now, didn’t you?” “Lord Claude, Lady Aileen, are you enjoying yourselves?” Although Claude has drawn his handsome eyebrows down to their limit, he swiftly reverts to his usual expression. Nestling modestly into his side, Aileen smiles. “Yes, Lady Cattleya. It’s a lovely soiree. And Lady Diana as well; how do you do?” “…Evening,” Diana responds brusquely. She’s wearing a very elegant gown, a lovely thing made with layer upon layer of silk and edged with silver thread. The ensemble’s refinement is emphasized by the fact that the only notable splash of color comes from the small jeweled hair ornament she wears. It actually makes her lack of expression seem mystical. “Lady Diana, what a splendid dress.” In terms of displaying the sacredness of the Valkyries, it’s a fine costume. Aileen’s compliment is genuine. Diana gazes back at her. “You are adorable as well. Those clothes suit you.” “Thank you very much, Lady Diana. Lady Cattleya, you haven’t changed yet?” There are more braids on her shoulders and more tassels on her cape, but she’s dressed as a knight. Cattleya sets a hand on her chest. “I am Diana and Vica’s guard, so I will stay like this.” “That’s a pity. I’d been looking forward to seeing your gown…” “You do like dresses, don’t you, Lady Aileen.” Diana says pointedly. “Yes, I love makeup and dresses both. I can’t wait for the wedding, either.” Diana shrugs, and Cattleya forces a smile. “I’m planning to wear a dress for the ceremony. I’m not sure whether it will be to your liking, but…” “My, we’ll certainly be looking forward to that. Won’t we, Master Claude.” “Y-yes… We will.” Claude nods back awkwardly while Aileen clings to his arm. Cattleya’s gaze shifts, and her eyebrows draw together. “Master Claude, is something the matter? Your expression seems stiff.” “No… Being surrounded by beautiful women is simply making me nervous.” “Gracious, Master Claude. Beautiful? I’m quite childish; I can’t hold a candle to these two.” Aileen blushes and giggles behind her fan. Her husband looks as if someone has shoved the most foul-tasting object in the world into his mouth. However, he prudently says nothing; he just opts to look at anything other than his wife. Ernst bustles into view from the direction Claude just happens to be looking. He’s alone, though. “…Come to think of it, Lady Diana, has Emperor Vica not arrived yet?” Aileen asks. “I imagine he’ll be here soon.” The brisk answer causes Aileen to fall silent. Vica is the host of this soiree, and he technically should have escorted Diana to it. It isn’t an absolute must, though, and this isn’t considered a breach of etiquette; it’s simply an issue of appearances. Vica may have sent her on ahead. Every situation has its exceptions and reasons. What tugs at Aileen is that neither Diana nor Cattleya seems concerned. Of course, if Claude is late to a soiree he is hosting, Aileen will enter first and take charge. However, that is because Claude is not present, and Aileen is the empress. If Vica is here, then unless he and Diana perform the first dance, the soiree cannot begin. Or does Kilvas consider it natural for Princess Cattleya and Diana, who isn’t yet queen, to take charge? “Cattleya, Diana, may I have a moment? Vica is—” Belatedly, Ernst finally notices Claude and Aileen. The fact that he’s addressed the women without their titles makes him appear anxious and rushed. When Aileen pulls gently on Claude’s arm, he seems to understand. “On that note, we’ll take our leave,” Aileen says in parting. Ernst gives them an apologetic nod. Looking as if she’s heard nothing, Aileen sets off with Claude. As soon as they’ve put some distance between themselves and the others, Claude sighs, long and bitterly. “What on earth are you plotting? This is hard on the heart.” “My, how awful. Are you certain you aren’t tired from the journey?” “…No doubt there isn’t another woman in the world who could rattle me as much as you have with only a dress and some makeup.” That evaluation isn’t bad. Spotting one of Kilvas’s influential aristocrats nearby, Aileen nods in response to Claude’s questioning look, sending him off in high spirits. Now then, what about me? As she scans the venue, Ernst steps into the center of the hall, accompanied by Cattleya and Diana. “Assembled guests, I regret to inform you that His Imperial Majesty is feeling unwell and, as a precaution, will not be attending tonight. Please accept my deepest apologies. However, he has told me that he wishes for all of you to enjoy yourselves this evening, so Her Highness Princess Cattleya will deliver the opening remarks—” The wedding is tomorrow. Will he be all right, if he’s feeling unwell now? In terms of the game, Vica being absent from the wedding is an impossible development… Aileen has a bad feeling about this. When she glances around, the Valkyries are leaving the venue in a hurry. Something’s happened. Aileen narrows her eyes. Both Cattleya’s and Diana’s expressions are tense, confirming her apprehensions. “The situation’s pretty much what your brothers said.” The next morning, Isaac stops by just after Luc has finished her morning exam. Jasper agrees with him. “The fight between the demons and Valkyries on the other side of the wall was definitely a case of human experimentation by the Queendom of Hausel. Kilvas’s imperial family tolerated it because they wanted support, and they kept mass-producing Valkyries like they were told. Rumor has it that the demons were imported from Ellmeyer through the Queendom.” “It’s remained a mere rumor?” The chances of a civil war erupting are affected by the number of people who believe in it. Isaac picks up on Aileen’s concern accurately. “I’d say about fifty-fifty. The Valkyries and the people close to them believe it; everyone else knows about the fight beyond the wall but thinks it’s not their problem. Right, guy?” Jasper sits down at Luc’s desk, since Luc is recording Aileen’s condition in her file. “Yeah. Even if they wanted to suspect the imperial family, the princess is a Valkyrie, and the emperor’s a notorious puppet. There’s no clear bad guy to blame. Some folks are using the fact that the demons’ invasion stopped when Hausel fell as circumstantial evidence, but as long as it’s settled down, most people don’t care why.” “Then there’s the wedding. Having a Valkyrie with a phenomenal war record marry the emperor seems like a reconciliation.” The political marriage Cattleya has arranged is working as it should. However, Aileen’s brow is still furrowed. “Then the suspicions regarding Hausel and Ellmeyer haven’t cleared away…” “Yeah, because the current stance is to simply set aside suspicions for now. If the empire stays peaceful, then that’s fine; if it doesn’t, it’s more than possible that the country will focus that hostility outside its borders. It’s an old trick by those who hold the reins of power. Anyway, what’s with the new look? What are you fighting?” Isaac asks. Rachel has been with Aileen since last night, and Isaac stayed at an inn in town with Jasper to help him gather information, so he doesn’t know about the business with Diana. Even so, he’s picked up on the fact that the change in Aileen’s makeup isn’t a mere whimsy; it’s preparation for battle. She’d expect no less from her right-hand man. Crossing her legs, Aileen smiles. “That should be obvious. It’s a battle between women.” “Fine. I won’t butt in. Just gimme intel. I don’t need to hear the rest of it,” Isaac says, raising his hands in mock surrender. Still facing the desk, Luc chuckles quietly. Rachel, Isaac’s wife, is serving tea to Luc and Jasper. “Lady Diana is hostile toward us. It doesn’t look as if she respects Emperor Vica, either. However…even Lady Cattleya seems to be making light of Emperor Vica. I find that concerning.” “The word on the street is that the siblings are supposed to be close. Do they actually not get along or something?” Jasper wonders. “No, they do. It’s subtle, but she dotes on her little brother. She just doesn’t seem to respect him as an emperor. She is close to Lady Diana, though.” “Making an enemy of Diana right now wouldn’t be a great move.” Folding her arms, Aileen thinks. “It really wouldn’t be… For the moment, hold off on making a decision. I’m still investigating.” “Don’t tell me that’s why you’re dressed like that. C’mon, somebody stop her.” Isaac shoots a glance at Rachel. Smiling, she simply offers him tea. “Thank you for all your hard work.” Isaac accepts the tea silently. The fact that his wife hasn’t broken character as a lady-in-waiting seems to have made him realize that Aileen can’t be stopped. “And?” Jasper asks. “What’s the emperor actually like? Does he seem pretty unreliable? Young Master Isaac told me he’s the spitting image of the demon king.” “I’ve barely seen Emperor Vica at all. I’m no different from Isaac there.” “I’m gonna bet he’s not incompetent. Having the demon king’s face and being incompetent would just be a horror story.” Isaac sips his tea, looking glum. The sight makes Luc burst out laughing. Then he turns to Aileen. “At any rate, do put your health first, Lady Aileen.” “Don’t worry. At this point, doing nothing would be more in line with what they expect from me, no?” “If anything happens, I’ll have you sent home by force. I won’t fail to keep the demon king updated on this matter.” The fact that Luc beams while he says that makes it even scarier. “Please don’t make that face. I will permit you to attend the wedding.” “Come to think of it, I wonder how Master Vica is feeling.” Like Jasper, Isaac has also noticed something might be up. “Yeah, the emperor wasn’t at the soiree last night, was he? Things at the castle seem sort of panicky, too.” “They’ll make it happen no matter what it takes. They’ve invited guests from abroad; this isn’t just any old wedding.” If this wedding ceremony falls apart, the danger of civil war will rear its head again. “At any rate, we must prevent that hostility from turning on Ellmeyer at all costs. Please continue your investigation, you two. No discovery is too small,” Aileen concludes. Jasper nods. “Understood. I hope we find something that’ll work up into a good article.” “Actually, where’s the demon king? Working?” Isaac asks Aileen. “Sir Ernst summoned him a little before you arrived, and he went out with Master Keith. I believe they may be talking about the demons.” “That seems sort of sketchy… I hope this isn’t about demon snuff again.” “It’s time to get ready, Lady Aileen,” Rachel says, glancing at the clock. When Aileen nods, Isaac and the rest set their cups on the tray and leave the room, and Aileen promptly begins to get dressed. Rachel curls the tips of Aileen’s hair loosely. It is Aileen’s cherished view that when attempting to appear adorable, no effort should be spared. “I wonder if Master Claude will be ready in time. He hasn’t returned yet, has he?” “I’m sure it will be all right. Master Keith is with him, so they must have an accurate grasp of the hour.” “Lady Aileen, are you there?” Speaking of Keith seems to have summoned him. Aileen checks her appearance in the full-length mirror, and she glances at Rachel in the glass. Rachel swiftly opens the door and lets Keith in. “Lady Aileen, I’m very sorry. Would you come with me?” “What’s the matter? There’s still time before the wedding.” “Milord is in trouble. It seems like a job for you, so I came to get you.” Aileen turns to look at him, and Keith flashes her a bright smile. Keith simply starts down the corridor, without explaining a thing. Aileen follows him, breaking her own rule just this once and walking as quickly as possible. The castle’s velvet-carpeted halls are bustling with servants, but as soon as they cut through the garden gallery and enter the inner palace, everything is quiet. Apparently, everyone has been sent away. As a result, once they’ve walked a short distance down the corridor, they can clearly hear the quarrel from the inner room. “Please, Master Claude.” “Cattleya, this is reckless. I object!” “But it’s the only way, Ernst. You understand, don’t you, Diana?” “…If you say so, Cattleya, I’m fine with it.” When Aileen glances at Keith, he retreats a step, taking up a position beside the door. Seems like she’s supposed to look and decide for herself. Aileen sets a hand on the door, which is standing slightly ajar. Then she grimaces. The door hasn’t been left open; it can’t be closed. It’s broken. “You are the only one who can substitute for Vica, Master Claude.” At the double shock of the words she’s heard and the horrible state of the room beyond the door, Aileen’s eyes fly open. Startled, Ernst and Cattleya turn. A little belatedly, so does Diana, but any greetings will have to wait. Aileen pushes her way in, looking around. Broken windows, slashed curtains. Overturned chairs and cupboards, scattered documents and books. Even the water from the broken vase hasn’t been cleaned up. It looks as if the room’s been ransacked. “…What happened here?” “Keith, I wondered where you’d disappeared to. Why have you brought Aileen?” Claude asks. “Because a discussion of standing in for the emperor isn’t the sort of thing you can exclude Lady Aileen from.” Before Claude can say anything, Cattleya steps in front of her. “Lady Aileen… Now that you’ve seen this, we have no choice. Please help us. I want Master Claude to become Vica.” Aileen cocks her head, genuinely perplexed. Cattleya speaks rapidly—she’s clearly anxious. “This is Vica’s room. It appears he was attacked by someone last night. By the time Ernst called us, the room was as you see it now. Look over there.” When she looks where Cattleya is pointing, she sees a fine trail of bloodstains on the floor leading to the window. It appears as if someone was dragged. “…It can’t be. Is it Emperor Vica’s?” “We don’t know. We’re searching for him all over, but we have no clues…” “We do have a clue.” “Ernst! That’s—” “If you seriously mean to send in a substitute, you shouldn’t hide this from her, Cattleya.” Ernst has brought a small bundle over, and he opens it to reveal what looks like a shattered crystal. A few fragments are stained with blood. Aileen recognizes those shards. During the war with the Queendom of Hausel, she struck down several dozen holy swords set with similar objects. “Is this…a divine stone?” “You knew? Impressive. Yes, that’s right. It was lying in the bloodstains by the window. In Kilvas, they’re used in the Valkyries’ magic lances.” When she looks up, Ernst is gazing at her steadily. He’s clearly trying to turn her thoughts in a certain direction. Gratefully, Aileen clasps her hands in front of her chest, venturing a question in a tiny voice. “Then… Um, do you mean to say that the Valkyries were behind this?” “Don’t be stupid. You know nothing,” Diana cuts in sharply. “And you, Ernst. Dispose of that at once. If a Valkyrie were the culprit, she wouldn’t leave a thing like that at the scene. Use your head a little. Or what, do you doubt the warriors who’ve given everything for their country?” She’s speaking far too quickly. Despite appearances, she may actually be rattled. Pretending to be bewildered, Aileen listens carefully to Ernst, Diana, and Cattleya. “That isn’t what I meant. However, it’s a fact that there is a shattered divine stone here. It’s also true that only the Valkyries are capable of attacking Vica.” “That’s because you men have always made us women do all the fighting!” “Stop it, you two; that isn’t the problem. The problem is that Vica isn’t here. The wedding will begin soon. We need to make a decision, and fast.” For the moment, Aileen has gotten a handle on the situation. This is why Vica was absent last night. They’ve been searching for him quietly and keeping things under wraps to avoid causing chaos, but they still haven’t been able to find him, and the ceremony is drawing near. They’re being forced to decide whether to reveal that Vica is missing. Cattleya turns back to Aileen. “Lady Aileen, please allow Master Claude to serve as Vica’s body double. For the moment, if we don’t at least conduct the ceremony, the people will grow uneasy.” She understands Cattleya’s desperation. The peace of the nation is riding on this wedding. Ernst pulls a sour face. “If we go on with the ceremony anyway, there’s no telling what may happen to Vica.” “Considering the timing, this was clearly intended to obstruct the wedding. If we cancel it, we’ll be playing right into the culprit’s hands.” “They’re trying to cast suspicion on the Valkyries, too. I’m also in favor of holding the wedding.” …Well then, what should Aileen do in this situation? As she feigns bewilderment at their quarrel, her mind is racing a mile a minute. These three are anxious over the possibility of a domestic internal rift, and she feels bad for them, but her only goal is to keep Ellmeyer out of the crosshairs. Demonstrating friendship by helping them deal with their demons and so on would be one solution—but, of course, she can also resolve the issue by thoroughly studying their weaknesses. This is a golden opportunity. Right now, Vica and these three are the ones who are steering the Kilvas Empire. No matter who the culprit is, simply lending them Claude as Vica’s replacement will put them deeply in Ellmeyer’s debt. In addition, the most effective time to indebt someone is when they are most desperate. Only a handful of people are able to interact with the groom at a wedding, and Claude could pass as Vica’s twin. It would take far more than a passing glance to see through the ruse. The emperor’s behavior is sure to be beyond reproach. It will mean learning the ritual formalities at the last minute, but Claude can do it. The problem is how to get him to consent to it. Although he is practically indecency incarnate, Claude tends to take a romantic view of things like marriage and love. If Aileen told him to take another wife, Ellmeyer would be engulfed by a furious blizzard even at the height of summer. She can’t visualize her simple, honest husband agreeing to secretly pose as someone else at a wedding. Not only that, but if she takes the initiative and tries to sell him off, things will get extremely complicated. In spite of herself, Aileen steals a glance at her husband… …and makes eye contact. His red eyes narrow, but a moment later, his blank expression is replaced by a smile. The transformation makes her groan. Oh no! He’s realized she’s trying to find a way to loan him out at a high price, and he’s come up with a countermeasure in the blink of an eye. Claude is brilliant. If he moves first, she’ll lose. “Um, everyone—” “If I’ll do, then I’d like to help.” At the sound of Claude’s clear, reliable voice, the other three turn to him. “Vica is my relative. I can hardly consider this someone else’s problem. Besides, I would also prefer to avoid an outbreak of violence in Kilvas. There’s the matter of the demons as well. I can’t have people suddenly suspecting Ellmeyer.” Diana’s eyebrows knit together in a frown. Aileen feels like groaning: He’s good. He’s shown that he’s aware of the suspicions surrounding Ellmeyer and, in the same breath, declared that he will help Kilvas. The message is clear: I’ll cooperate with you, so don’t even think about threatening my empire. “We can extend our stay here. In the meantime, we’ll help search for Vica and think of what to do. Even if something has happened to him, it would be better for it to ‘happen’ after the wedding.” “What do you mean?” Diana’s voice is practically dripping with suspicion, but Claude doesn’t falter. “At this point, there is no crown prince and no one appropriate who can take charge. However, how will things stand after the wedding?” “…Oh, I see. Because I will be empress then…” “Exactly.” “In that case, we really should conduct the ceremony,” Diana concludes. Cattleya nods. Ernst sighs bitterly. “…We’ll only be buying time.” “On the battlefield, we buy time to find a way out, Ernst.” “Master Claude, I’m terribly sorry, but may we ask for your cooperation…?!” Cattleya pleads. “Of course. It’s for the peace of both our nations.” The group quickly reaches a consensus. Aileen stares at them, her face drawn and tense. These three probably think this was their decision, but they’re wrong. Claude has led them to it. He acts as if it’s only natural for him to stand above others, and it’s given them that illusion. That natural demon king demeanor of his…! “However, Aileen, the greatest problem is you,” Claude declares. “E-excuse me?!” When Claude gently catches her by the shoulders and turns his smile on her, Aileen remembers: She was the one who was trying to loan Claude to Kilvas and put them in their debt. She was planning to say something along the lines of, They’re in trouble, after all, and it’s only a wedding ceremony. I’ll endure it. I’m capable of conducting myself like an empress. I won’t hold Master Claude back. She would have played the part of an adorable woman whose head is positively bursting with flowers and butterflies, who’s a sandwich or two short of a picnic. Thanks to Claude, though, that act is no longer necessary. He picked up on the fact that she was about to sell him off and immediately took the initiative. “You must return to Ellmeyer at once. We’ll say you’re feeling unwell.” “Wha…? B-but why? I’m in perfect health.” “It would be strange if you were here and I was not at your side, wouldn’t it?” If Claude acts as a stand-in for Vica, naturally, there will be no Claude. The emperor of Ellmeyer is expected to be in attendance, and they’ll need a reason for his absence. He’s planning to say we’ve returned to Ellmeyer because I’m unwell?! The health of his pregnant wife prevented him from attending the ceremony. That isn’t so strange. No doubt some people will think, Then don’t come in the first place; what a nuisance. But as far as excuses go, it’s persuasive. “U-um, Master Claude… No matter how you look at it, won’t that be a little too, er, abrupt…?” “I beg you, Aileen. If you leave, it won’t seem suspicious that I’m gone.” His earnest expression is very pained. However, as Aileen looks around uncertainly, she notices that an oddly ominous wind has begun to blow, making the shredded curtains billow and flap. “Please understand, Aileen. This is for the good of the country. More than anything, even if it’s something I must do, I don’t want you to see me exchanging vows with another woman.” Claude intends to send Aileen back to the safety of her own country in a way that will seem beyond reproach. “Well, yes, that would probably be for the best. It would be more tiresome to have you here,” Diana says, as if she feels sorry for her. “I apologize, but, Lady Aileen… Just for now…” Since Aileen is acting the part of a sheltered woman who has nothing to offer but her rank, she has no grounds to argue with Diana or Cattleya. If she lets them unmask her here, it will prevent her from moving freely in Kilvas, even if she stays. On the contrary, Diana and the others will be all the more wary of her, and she may end up holding Claude back. With complete knowledge of all this, Claude and his red eyes are laughing right in her face. “Make preparations to leave Kilvas immediately.” “I-immediately? You say that so easily, but…” “I will make the arrangements. You are in danger as well, Lady Aileen; do you understand that?” “…Because whoever attacked Vica will realize that Emperor Claude has taken his place,” Ernst mutters bitterly. As things stand, there’s truly nothing more she can do. Perhaps her defeat was assured the moment Claude took the initiative. At this point, all Aileen can do is stamp on his toes, hiding the motion under her skirts. Naturally, he doesn’t even twitch. “Very well… I shall do as you say.” This isn’t all bad. Taken the other way around, it means she’ll be able to evade Claude’s watchful eye. Just as she’s starting to consider leaving the imperial castle to hunt for Vica, Claude takes her cheeks in his hands—gently, but with enough strength that she can’t break free—and smiles. “I’m glad you understand. I know; let me send Keith with you.” “What?!” “I’m worried about you. Besides, it would be odd if I returned but Keith stayed, wouldn’t it? You don’t need to worry about a thing. Just leave it to me; I’ll make sure everything comes out all right.” “I-in that case, Master Claude…” She refuses to let herself be swept along like this. In an attempt to keep Claude’s scheme from washing her away like a muddy torrent, she stamps on his toes harder. “…at least let me leave my attendants as liaisons.” Diana and the others swiftly exchange glances, but they don’t object. They probably think she means her ladies-in-waiting or something. However, Claude will understand who she’s referring to. In response to Aileen’s modest counterstrike, Claude makes an amused face. “I see; so it will be a trade for Keith. That’s fine. If it will dispel your unease, I agree.” “I—I can’t go home and leave you here by yourself, Master Claude.” “You are the only woman who’d say a thing like that to the demon king. “And also the only one who would try to sell him off, of course.” The words he whispers just before dropping a kiss on her cheek draw a tiny, stifled shriek from her. “Oh no, don’t look like that. Smiles always suit you best.” Uttering more sweet nothings to her with irritating magnificence, Claude offers her a beautiful smile, even though she’s still stamping on his toes.
Chapter 135
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