“Madam, I have placed a carriage on standby in front of the gate.”
Leon Takran, the first vice-captain who was in charge of the escort today, bowed politely and reported.
"Let's go."
Agatha went down to the first floor escorted by Enoch.
The clear sound of footsteps and the swaying of dress hems and cloaks echoed down the stairs.
In front of the city gate, a golden chariot was prepared that was open on three sides except for the backrest under the roof.
Behind them, the Knights of Aratus and the Nobilis Army, including the Second Vice-Captain, Hubert Carwen, lined up in a long line.
“Come up, my lord and my lady.”
Hubert opened the carriage door with a grin.
“Thank you, Sir Hubert.”
Agatha sat with her back on the sofa next to Enoch.
The riders raised high the banners of House Nobilis and House Aratus.
“Let’s go.”
Outside the castle of Lord Nobilis, guards were controlling the huge crowd that had gathered to see the procession of the heir.
Waaaaa-!
As soon as the carriage appeared, a huge cheer shook the earth.
Agatha smiled and waved at the people.
The atmosphere was perfect.
Slave traders were active, but they were quickly wiped out as soon as the heirs found the land.
The mastermind and his entire family were sent to the capital.
Those who had been kidnapped were returning.
Rumors were even spreading that they had received surprising amounts of gold as compensation.
Even the kegs prepared before the full-scale festival were perfect.
The cheering continued until the carriage arrived at the square and Agatha ascended the raised platform.
Enoch, who had escorted her up to the stage, took a step back.
Agatha looked around. The vast castle was packed with people, leaving no room to stand.
She raised her hand.
In the silence that spreads out slowly like waves.
Only her beautiful voice resonated.
“Don’t worry.”
It was the first time since the war that he had properly faced the people of the territory as an heir.
In contrast to her slender silhouette, her voice was firm and her upright figure radiated elegant dignity.
The first words rang in the ears of the people who were looking up at the stage.
“Don’t worry. I have returned to the territory, arrested all the slave traders, found the ringleader, and brought him to the capital. His Majesty the Emperor will personally hang his head on the castle walls.”
Agatha raised her hand and pointed to the place where the knights and the army were lined up.
“Don’t worry. Just as we won the war and captured the slavers and the ringleaders, we will be able to overcome anything in the future. This place is a place to commemorate that day of victory, as always.”
Agatha, whose expression had been solemn, smiled and raised her hand.
“The festival begins. Let’s eat and drink to our heart’s content for four days.”
At the same time, fires began to rise from large ovens located throughout the square.
The carts began to come in endlessly, and the cheers of the people who saw the countless pieces of meat loaded on them were erupting from the depths.
Agatha went down the platform with Enoch and gave a command to the captain of the guard who was standing nearby.
“Watch carefully so no problems arise.”
“Don’t worry. Patrols and security have been strengthened to five times the normal level.”
The cask is opened.
Cooks and servants hastily recruited from all over prepared the food.
The smell of grilling meat and stew filled with chunks of meat, vegetables, cheese, and potatoes wafted through the castle.
After checking that the upper floor was set up and the play pieces were safely placed, Agatha turned around.
Of course, the festival would be in full swing in each castle of the Nobilis territory.
It was time to return to the castle and do a final check to make sure there were no problems.
As a result, the festival was a success. The four days of extravagant banquets were enough to make them forget the misfortune that had occurred in early winter.
The morale of the people of the territory was boosted, the quality of the troops improved, and even the internal situation of the castle was firmly established.
The last day of the festival.
Agatha, who had finally left her office, leaned against the balcony railing in the middle of the hallway. The man walking next to her put his arm around her waist in case something happened.
“You must be tired. Would you like to go to your room?”
Agatha nodded as she looked down at the brightly lit scenery of the castle beyond the railing.
“I think I can rest easy now.”
“How about we look into a plan to take a break starting tomorrow?”
I've been doing nothing but estate work for about two weeks, right?
Only then did the face of a man with slightly darkened eyes enter Agatha's field of vision.
"...Ah."
His handsome face seemed to have become haggard.
“How about having dinner first? I’ll ask the butler to prepare some nutritious food.”
“It’s not me you have to worry about right now.”
His straight fingers stroked her skin, which was within arm's reach.
“Let’s eat dinner and sleep in late tomorrow morning. Let’s make sure no one comes to wake us up.”
“...Is that okay?”
“What could possibly go wrong? This is what an aide is for.”
She hesitated for a moment though.
'It'll be okay for a day or so.'
Agatha nodded coolly.
“I’ll just rest tomorrow.”
“That’s good news.”
From the next day on, Agatha locked herself in the bedroom with Enoch.
The work within the territory, as well as the festival, was almost finished, so the remaining matters were left for the vassals to take care of.
When peace was returning to the Nobilis Territory.
Crown Prince Anthony Roxiba was having lunch with the Emperor, Warmilai II, for the first time in a long while.
Anthony watched the Emperor's strange behavior today without letting on.
For 10 minutes already, he hasn't even eaten the food on his plate and is just staring at the vase.
Finally, Anthony put down his glass of wine and opened his mouth.
“Father. Are you worried? You can’t eat properly.”
“Oh, it’s nothing special.”
The Emperor, whose gaze was still fixed on the vase on the table, opened his mouth without even looking away.
“I had a dream last night. There were three roses with golden petals in bloom.”
“Are you talking about three roses?”
"Yes."
The Emperor told of the golden roses he had seen in his dream, how fragrant they were, and how sharp the thorns were beneath the gorgeous flowers.
'What should I say again?'
Anthony, who had been listening to the content of the dream, spoke calmly.
“Aren’t the three roses the symbol of the Duke of Nobilis’ family?”
“Yes. I also thought of Nobilis.”
The flashing gold and sharp thorns were just the thing to remind him of his formidable goddaughter.
The question was why the Emperor had such a dream.
After some thought, the Emperor gave his answer.
“It seems that something good has happened to my goddaughter. Otherwise, why would such an auspicious flower have appeared in my dream?”
It's been two months since the sole heir to Nobilis left for the south.
The Emperor thought that this was likely to be good news.
Anthony clicked his tongue inwardly, having somewhat anticipated what would come next.
“I guess I’ll have to check.”
“No. This must be a dream. It must have been me who dreamed the dream on behalf of my goddaughter!”
Anthony said nothing.
From the beginning, the Emperor would never stop until he was sure.
It seemed obvious that his cousin would go crazy after suddenly hearing the absurd imperial order.
The Emperor immediately beckoned for his chief chamberlain to come in.
“Who is a suitable person to send to the South?”
“How about Viscount Koudei, Your Majesty? He is a new nobleman in the Imperial Household. Although young, he has a calm personality and is very loyal to the Imperial Family, and is highly praised.”
"Yes?"
The very happy Emperor immediately gave an order to his chief chamberlain.
“Call Count Koudel immediately. I must entrust him with this important task.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Anthony sipped his wine with a blank expression.
“Yes, let’s eat.”
“Yes, Father."
He just hoped this wouldn't bring him down.
A hazy dawn.
In the bedroom of Lord Nobilis' castle, Agatha was left alone, immersed in the comforting air.
After the slave trade incident, Enoch would lead his trained knights on a tour outside the castle around dawn.
Agatha would sleep soundly until he returned and then eat breakfast.
It was now early in the morning, and she was still in a deep sleep.
The maid, Jessie, knocked cautiously on the lord's bedroom door.
"What's the matter?"
The sky was still dark as the sun had not yet risen. Jessie, who had come in holding a candle, cautiously announced the arrival of the guest.
“A messenger from His Majesty the Emperor has arrived.”
"Now?"
In winter, when snow can suddenly fall, it is common sense not to move around overnight. Unless it was really urgent, there was no way to knock on a door in the early morning.
“Who is the messenger?”
“This is Count Koudel.”
He was a new Count who had just entered the Imperial Household.
It's probably not a very important matter, since no major ministers have come.
“The Marquis welcomed the guests first. He then sent word that they should come to the breakfast room slowly.”
“I have to prepare breakfast for the guests. Tell the chef to prepare breakfast carefully today.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Leon Takran, the first vice-captain who was in charge of the escort today, bowed politely and reported.
"Let's go."
“ Give me your hand.”
The clear sound of footsteps and the swaying of dress hems and cloaks echoed down the stairs.
In front of the city gate, a golden chariot was prepared that was open on three sides except for the backrest under the roof.
Behind them, the Knights of Aratus and the Nobilis Army, including the Second Vice-Captain, Hubert Carwen, lined up in a long line.
“Come up, my lord and my lady.”
Hubert opened the carriage door with a grin.
“Thank you, Sir Hubert.”
Agatha sat with her back on the sofa next to Enoch.
The riders raised high the banners of House Nobilis and House Aratus.
“Let’s go.”
Outside the castle of Lord Nobilis, guards were controlling the huge crowd that had gathered to see the procession of the heir.
Waaaaa-!
As soon as the carriage appeared, a huge cheer shook the earth.
Agatha smiled and waved at the people.
The atmosphere was perfect.
Slave traders were active, but they were quickly wiped out as soon as the heirs found the land.
The mastermind and his entire family were sent to the capital.
Those who had been kidnapped were returning.
Rumors were even spreading that they had received surprising amounts of gold as compensation.
Even the kegs prepared before the full-scale festival were perfect.
The cheering continued until the carriage arrived at the square and Agatha ascended the raised platform.
Enoch, who had escorted her up to the stage, took a step back.
Agatha looked around. The vast castle was packed with people, leaving no room to stand.
She raised her hand.
In the silence that spreads out slowly like waves.
Only her beautiful voice resonated.
“Don’t worry.”
It was the first time since the war that he had properly faced the people of the territory as an heir.
In contrast to her slender silhouette, her voice was firm and her upright figure radiated elegant dignity.
The first words rang in the ears of the people who were looking up at the stage.
“Don’t worry. I have returned to the territory, arrested all the slave traders, found the ringleader, and brought him to the capital. His Majesty the Emperor will personally hang his head on the castle walls.”
Agatha raised her hand and pointed to the place where the knights and the army were lined up.
“Don’t worry. Just as we won the war and captured the slavers and the ringleaders, we will be able to overcome anything in the future. This place is a place to commemorate that day of victory, as always.”
Agatha, whose expression had been solemn, smiled and raised her hand.
“The festival begins. Let’s eat and drink to our heart’s content for four days.”
At the same time, fires began to rise from large ovens located throughout the square.
The carts began to come in endlessly, and the cheers of the people who saw the countless pieces of meat loaded on them were erupting from the depths.
Agatha went down the platform with Enoch and gave a command to the captain of the guard who was standing nearby.
“Watch carefully so no problems arise.”
“Don’t worry. Patrols and security have been strengthened to five times the normal level.”
The cask is opened.
Cooks and servants hastily recruited from all over prepared the food.
The smell of grilling meat and stew filled with chunks of meat, vegetables, cheese, and potatoes wafted through the castle.
After checking that the upper floor was set up and the play pieces were safely placed, Agatha turned around.
Of course, the festival would be in full swing in each castle of the Nobilis territory.
It was time to return to the castle and do a final check to make sure there were no problems.
As a result, the festival was a success. The four days of extravagant banquets were enough to make them forget the misfortune that had occurred in early winter.
The morale of the people of the territory was boosted, the quality of the troops improved, and even the internal situation of the castle was firmly established.
The last day of the festival.
Agatha, who had finally left her office, leaned against the balcony railing in the middle of the hallway. The man walking next to her put his arm around her waist in case something happened.
“You must be tired. Would you like to go to your room?”
Agatha nodded as she looked down at the brightly lit scenery of the castle beyond the railing.
“I think I can rest easy now.”
“How about we look into a plan to take a break starting tomorrow?”
I've been doing nothing but estate work for about two weeks, right?
Only then did the face of a man with slightly darkened eyes enter Agatha's field of vision.
"...Ah."
His handsome face seemed to have become haggard.
“How about having dinner first? I’ll ask the butler to prepare some nutritious food.”
“It’s not me you have to worry about right now.”
His straight fingers stroked her skin, which was within arm's reach.
“Let’s eat dinner and sleep in late tomorrow morning. Let’s make sure no one comes to wake us up.”
“...Is that okay?”
“What could possibly go wrong? This is what an aide is for.”
She hesitated for a moment though.
'It'll be okay for a day or so.'
Agatha nodded coolly.
“I’ll just rest tomorrow.”
“That’s good news.”
From the next day on, Agatha locked herself in the bedroom with Enoch.
The work within the territory, as well as the festival, was almost finished, so the remaining matters were left for the vassals to take care of.
When peace was returning to the Nobilis Territory.
Crown Prince Anthony Roxiba was having lunch with the Emperor, Warmilai II, for the first time in a long while.
Anthony watched the Emperor's strange behavior today without letting on.
For 10 minutes already, he hasn't even eaten the food on his plate and is just staring at the vase.
Finally, Anthony put down his glass of wine and opened his mouth.
“Father. Are you worried? You can’t eat properly.”
“Oh, it’s nothing special.”
The Emperor, whose gaze was still fixed on the vase on the table, opened his mouth without even looking away.
“I had a dream last night. There were three roses with golden petals in bloom.”
“Are you talking about three roses?”
"Yes."
The Emperor told of the golden roses he had seen in his dream, how fragrant they were, and how sharp the thorns were beneath the gorgeous flowers.
'What should I say again?'
Anthony, who had been listening to the content of the dream, spoke calmly.
“Aren’t the three roses the symbol of the Duke of Nobilis’ family?”
“Yes. I also thought of Nobilis.”
The flashing gold and sharp thorns were just the thing to remind him of his formidable goddaughter.
The question was why the Emperor had such a dream.
After some thought, the Emperor gave his answer.
“It seems that something good has happened to my goddaughter. Otherwise, why would such an auspicious flower have appeared in my dream?”
It's been two months since the sole heir to Nobilis left for the south.
The Emperor thought that this was likely to be good news.
Anthony clicked his tongue inwardly, having somewhat anticipated what would come next.
“I guess I’ll have to check.”
“No. This must be a dream. It must have been me who dreamed the dream on behalf of my goddaughter!”
Anthony said nothing.
From the beginning, the Emperor would never stop until he was sure.
It seemed obvious that his cousin would go crazy after suddenly hearing the absurd imperial order.
The Emperor immediately beckoned for his chief chamberlain to come in.
“Who is a suitable person to send to the South?”
“How about Viscount Koudei, Your Majesty? He is a new nobleman in the Imperial Household. Although young, he has a calm personality and is very loyal to the Imperial Family, and is highly praised.”
"Yes?"
The very happy Emperor immediately gave an order to his chief chamberlain.
“Call Count Koudel immediately. I must entrust him with this important task.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Anthony sipped his wine with a blank expression.
“Yes, let’s eat.”
“Yes, Father."
He just hoped this wouldn't bring him down.
***
A hazy dawn.
In the bedroom of Lord Nobilis' castle, Agatha was left alone, immersed in the comforting air.
After the slave trade incident, Enoch would lead his trained knights on a tour outside the castle around dawn.
Agatha would sleep soundly until he returned and then eat breakfast.
It was now early in the morning, and she was still in a deep sleep.
The maid, Jessie, knocked cautiously on the lord's bedroom door.
"What's the matter?"
The sky was still dark as the sun had not yet risen. Jessie, who had come in holding a candle, cautiously announced the arrival of the guest.
“A messenger from His Majesty the Emperor has arrived.”
"Now?"
In winter, when snow can suddenly fall, it is common sense not to move around overnight. Unless it was really urgent, there was no way to knock on a door in the early morning.
“Who is the messenger?”
“This is Count Koudel.”
He was a new Count who had just entered the Imperial Household.
It's probably not a very important matter, since no major ministers have come.
“The Marquis welcomed the guests first. He then sent word that they should come to the breakfast room slowly.”
“I have to prepare breakfast for the guests. Tell the chef to prepare breakfast carefully today.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
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