Miya Kazuki

ere the sound was coming from with his eyes.

The High Priest’s words, spoken within an ornately decorated room, filled me with sadness and stuck with me as my life became intertwined with the temple.

I got the feeling that she was just venting her anger in my direction since she was getting less time to play the harspiel while I got to go off and do whatever I wanted.

“I see. In that case, could you let her yell at you in my place?”

“Sure! Wait... Hold on a second. No way! I don’t wanna!” Gil, having only just realized what I said, shook his head hard. He looked so funny that Lutz and I couldn’t help but laugh, earning us a glare and a murmur that he would bring me back to my room no matter what. It seemed I had no choice but to give up and face Rosina’s wrath.

She even brings books to bed when she’s sick and bedridden. Despite the fact she needs to rest, she just keeps crying while begging for books until Fran ultimately caves in and lets her have one.”

“I would expect nothing less from that single-minded maniac,” replied Lord Ferdinand as he continued writing down answers to questions about language so archaic that it wasn’t even taught at the Royal Academy.

When the blizzards had gotten so bad that the apprentice’s family couldn’t visit her, she had become so unstable that she started following Lord Ferdinand wherever he went, like a duckling following its parent. When things were especially bad, Lord Ferdinand would have to take the apprentice into his own workshop. He did so with enormous reluctance, but anything that calmed her down was more than welcome.

d my meeting with the Plantin Company and ret

Protecting oneself and one’s duchies requires power—the power to fight! And that doesn’t just apply to knights

Watching them squabble from the sideline, it feels as though they were made for each other

If you wish to know, try to seize victory next time. You must train not only your body and mana, but also your mind, for you will never defeat me if you cannot think of more efficient means to battle

She wanted the civil war to end in a true sense—for Yurgenschmidt to be ruled by a proper king whose position had no weaknesses for any rebels to exploit. Her dream was for a world where blood wasn’t forever being spilled