Knock.
"Father, this is Shion!"
When he stood in front of the castle lord's door and shouted like that, it was the Knight Commander who opened the door and came out.
"Huh?...the young master."
The Templar Commander greeted us with a faint smile.
I heard that he had badly injured one arm during Edipa's invasion, but the bandage that came out of the back of his hand was still there.
"Hello, Master. And Baby."
Shion asked, a little puzzled by the appearance of the Templar Leader.
"That... Did you see it outside the window?"
"Of course, Master."
Shion quickly became sullen.
As the door opened a little more, the Caliph appeared.
"But you noticed it pretty quickly. Well done, Shion."
You know... Are we all getting together and talking about the strange color of the sky?
'What is that?'
I rolled my eyes in wonder, and Caliph leaned over to me, stretched out his arms, and hugged me.
I've been walking all this time, but why?
I looked away from Shion because I was embarrassed, but he didn't seem to care much about me.
Caliph asked, making friendly eye contact.
"Have you seen it too? Purple smoke."
Why are you doing this, really...
I managed to nod my head and heard Alseid's voice behind me.
"Liana, know this. Colored smoke rising from the sky is an Important sign. If you find anybody, let me know."
I quickly became anxious, so I looked at Alseid and asked.
"...What's going on?"
Caliph replied instead.
"No, Garcia just contacted me. She arrived at the tower well."
"Is she?"
I just asked the obvious question, but everyone laughed.
Alseid explained.
"Yes, it's been two weeks since Garcia left. She must have passed slowly while checking the defense of the north wall."
If so, I'll soon check the letter that Alseid sent to the Tower.
Ugh, I wish you could tell me a little bit about Lausanne. Please!
Shion interrupted.
"Purple is just a greeting, isn't it? She arrived well."
"Yes, that's right."
As Caliph replied, a small sound came from somewhere.
Tap-tock, tap-tock.
Everyone's eyes fell to the window, and Shion shouted happily.
"Kai is here, Father!"
Alseid approached, opened the window, and stroked the hawk in a confrontational manner.
Then he took out a very small piece of paper from the barrel tied to his ankle and held it.
Shion asked, his eyes shining.
"Was it sent by Theo?"
"Yes."
The answer was simple.
He must have been curious about the contents, but Shion didn't hold back.
But I'm three years old. Can I ask?
So I poked my head out of Caliph's arms and asked.
"Father, brother Theo, come here?"
Then Caliph suddenly coughed and squeezed his arm around me.
For what? Shouldn't I have asked even if I were three years old?
The Templar Commander raised his uninjured arm and tapped his chest a couple of times.
Why is he doing that again?
Does it still hurt a lot?
He said in a boiling voice.
"Hah, I thought it was a terrible disloyalty, so I tried not to tell you.. The Princess is a little... You're dead cute. But you're already using magic... The Order deserves to have followers."
Is that sound again?
As I sighed, Caliph unexpectedly agreed.
"It's not very healthy."
What?
I rubbed my ears to shake off their words.
I looked up at Alseid, and he replied reluctantly.
"Well, I'm still thinking about Theodore."
What the hell are you thinking?
When will you come back?
He's cold-blooded, he's your own son, right...
At that moment, the Templar Commander came up to him out of nowhere and knelt down in front of Caliph.
"Young Lord. Why don't I hug the Princess just once?"
Caliph replied firmly.
"No."
I looked up in confusion and saw a long second finger poking my cheek.
Alas, it hurts...
Are your fingers made of metal?
The Templar Commander didn't give up unexpectedly and asked again.
"Not just for a moment? You can return your day off."
Caliph pulled me close, as if he had nothing to think about.
"I can't do it."
Alseid stood at a distance, pretending not to see his son's grumpiness.
Only after the Templar leader was forced to resign did he give the order.
"Caliph, take the children to your room and come."
"Yes, father."
Chee....
It was clear that he was trying to get away from us and open Theodore's letters.
***
Alseid sent Caliph and the children away, and then sent back the Templar Commander.
Then he put the small piece of paper he had been rolling in his palm on the desk and unfolded it.
When he raised the magnifying glass, the writing was revealed.
"The name Edipa and the surname Sischel are not on the list. Special Padiere de Haan... The second son of the Marquis de Haan. Sword Master."
In Hallias, birds that fly long and fast have been trained and used as liaisons.
At such times, they would write the minimum amount of writing on the smallest and thinnest piece of paper to keep the bird's health and flight speed at its best.
Theodore's writings were simple and clear after years of training, but Alseid wrinkled his brows slightly
'The second son of the Marquis de Haan?'
The Marquis de Haan was still in a state of anger because of the loss of his only son last year.
However, it was surprising to put a sword master on the list of nobles.
'His dead son wasn't an Auror user either.'
Alseid, who was tracing his memory, went to a bookshelf in one corner of the room and pulled out a shallow list.
Sword Master List.
It was the latest register that he had just obtained, but there was no name for 'Padiere de Haan.'
There were only ten sword masters in the entire continent, and fewer than ten in the kingdom.
Even though Alseid was indifferent and uninterested in others, it wasn't so bad that he couldn't remember the name of the same Master.
Caliph is back.
After checking the message from Theodore, he also asked in amazement.
"There was a sword master in de Haan?"
Alseid handed out the list to Caliph.
"Padiere de Haan, a name that is not even on the master list."
Caliph let out a low sigh.
That night, he regretted that he couldn't take off the man's mask.
"What will you do?"
Alseid replied softly.
"...I need to meet the King."
Then he unfolded a new sheet of paper on the desk.
As Caliph watched, cool handwriting was engraved on the luxurious off-white paper.
[ Your Majesty, King Medad.
I apologize for the long wait due to trivial territorial circumstances.
However, Halias Castle has also recently been invaded, so there is a concern that the territory will be vacated.
Hopefully, if you send my son back, it will be easier for me to get out on the road.
Alseyd Hallas. ]
Caliph aughed.
"Send Theodore Halias back immediately. Otherwise, there is no need to go to the royal family. You wrote,"
Alseid, who had written a noble threat, melted the wax with an expressionless face.
The purple wax used only by the royal family for generations was heavily stamped with the coat of arms of Halias.
Alsejd replied bluntly.
"I didn't threaten to bring the Crown Prince instead, but I did my best."
***
The next day, Shion swayed in the hallway, begging Dorian.
"It's not that cold today! I'll never take off my hat and gloves!"
Dorian suddenly pretended to cough.
"Cough! Oh, master. Cough! This nanny is not feeling well..."
"Dorian doesn't have to go! I'll just play in front of the garden. Garden!"
Shion replied quickly, and Dorian clicked his tongue.
"It's not likely. You can't go out alone."
"Dorian! It's summer now, so it's not snowing. It's cold, I can't go out of the castle. Liana is sick, so I can't play the whole time!"
Dorian didn't even pretend to listen, and Shion poked his side at me.
Ah, I'm going to die...
I couldn't help but open my lips.
"Doriyan. Brother Thion is a dumpling."
As I was doing so, a large shadow suddenly burst in.
'Master Shion? But I can make it better, Snowman."
I saw the man sitting in front of me, and it was the Templar Commander I had met the day before.
"Ugh, sir."
Dorian sighed.
"You made up your mind today. I need to prepare myself for playing outside."
He pulled my hand, and the Templar Commander jumped up.
"Nanny, can I take them with me?"
"What? The leader?"
"I'm just on my way home from work. I thought I'd go have a drink with the guys, but let's bring them all in and make a bunch of snowmen."
Dorian laughed.
"Well, it's healthier than drinking."
Shion excitedly interjected.
"Wow, Chief! The general manager is tall, so he can make it incredibly big, right? This much? Enough?"
Shion reached out above his head and asked, and the leader laughed heartily.
"I can make it for you, master."
Dorian shook his head.
"If you make a snowman the size of the leader, everyone will be surprised to think that the monsters have descended. Then I'll get you two ready."
The Templar Commander shouted with a big smile.
"I'll be waiting!"
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