'What was the very first time like?'
He met her when he had finally managed to sneak into the Arrental Palace and was at a loss at the scale of the palace, which was incomparably larger than the Ronheim Castle.
After wandering around for a while, he happened to meet that little girl.
When they first met, the girl approached him with curiosity, not avoiding Callius' dirty behavior.
The girl shared food with the hungry Callius and asked him trivial questions like why he was dressed like that, what kind of bracelet he had on his arm, and whether the sword on his waist was real.
Judging by what she said, the girl seemed very excited to meet a child her own age for the first time.
He couldn't just reject the girl who approached him out of pure curiosity, so he gave her a little bit of his attention and started talking, which ended up being a long and pointless conversation.
Just as he realized that and was thinking about ending the conversation, the girl asked him.
“But what is your name?”
“I’m asking quickly. I... Callius.”
The moment he said the name, a strong gust of wind blew.
The girl tilted her head as if she hadn't heard properly, pulling her hair and tucking it behind her ear.
“Karl...what?”
"If you didn't hear, then don't worry. I'm going. I don't have time to play with you."
“Where are you going?”
“You don’t have to know.”
“Aren’t you going to ask my name?”
“...What is your name?”
“Chloe. Do you want to come with me?”
“Don’t follow me!”
So he left the girl behind and wandered around the palace for a while longer.
Then, by chance, he discovered the shadow of the Empress and was about to rush at her, grabbing his sword without thinking.
“Don’t do that!”
Someone grabbed him and dragged him into the wall in an instant.
When he came to his senses and realized he was in a strange passageway, the girl he met during the day suddenly showed up and started telling him some secret or other.
The girl suddenly hugged him tightly and made him unable to move, then whispered.
“I wish you hadn’t done that.”
"Why?"
"Because I'm scared. If you swing that sword, the guards will arrest you. I don't want to lose you."
“...Why?”
“We’re friends.”
They'd only known each other for half a day, and they were already friends. She was truly a strange woman.
“You are my only friend. I am afraid of losing you.”
The child clung so tenaciously that Callius's heart, which was about to rush at the Empress in anger, cooled, and he lost all strength.
He set out on a perilous journey from Ronheim to Arrental, even at the risk of his own life, determined to seek revenge.
After much hardship, he finally managed to sneak into the Arrental Palace and witness the Empress right in front of him.
But that girl ruined everything.
But Callius didn't resent the child. No, in fact, he felt relieved.
He was so blinded by anger that he went so far as to hide in the palace, but when he actually raised his sword to stab the Empress, fear came over him too late.
At the time, he was a 12-year-old boy who left his hometown with a vow of revenge, but he was also bewildered by the situation that was progressing faster than he had expected.
The girl stopped him because he couldn't stop himself. After all, he thought he had come this far, and now he couldn't stop.
“...So, how do we get out of here? It’s too dark and damp in here. Let’s just get out.”
"Huh!"
That day, the girl who was as cute and pretty as a fairy hugged the sad Callius.
With the girl's help, Callius hid in the palace for several days, eating and drinking.
Thanks to that, he was able to return safely to his hometown, having recovered enough strength to return to Ronheim.
'If Chloe hadn't stopped me then, I wouldn't exist in this world by now.'
Even though he was young, it was a very reckless and foolish thing to do.
Callius firmly believed that Chloe that day was definitely an angel sent from God.
And when he met Chloe again, he thought that she must have been an angel sent by God to save Ronheim.
He smiled bitterly.
'You said I was your only friend. But you don't even remember me.'
It doesn't matter, though.
'Because I remember everything.'
A few days later.
Granada found a wandering merchant returning to the castle.
Granada discovered a merchant, who had never been summoned, loitering at the castle entrance carrying a large bundle, and quickly brought him inside.
“Hehe, thank goodness I wouldn’t have waited outside for so long if the maid hadn’t found me. The soldiers would never let me in.”
"Of course, it's impossible to enter the castle without permission. Fortunately, you weren't kicked out."
“Yes, yes, that’s right. That’s right.”
The merchant bowed very low.
Granada asked with a stern expression that made it seem like not a drop of blood would come out even if he were stabbed.
“So, what’s going on?”
"Didn't you pay me for something more than I deserved last time? So I promised you that if I ever got something good again, I'd bring it to you, Marchioness, right away. Do you remember?"
“I remember, Madam, not allowing anyone to visit today. Please come again later.”
“Huh?”
The merchant looked up at Granada with a look of great bewilderment.
The bundle was so large for his size that he had to bend over so much that his face was far below.
The merchant was strangely at a loss.
“Well, if you could just tell your Ma’am once...”
Granada flatly refused.
“Come back next time.”
Chloe, who had been getting more and more emaciated with bags under her eyes as the days went by, finally fell ill this morning and was unable to move from her bed, so there was no need to ask her opinion.
Since it was impossible to carelessly reveal the health condition of the person being treated, Granada had no choice but to stop the merchant without any explanation.
The merchant, who had been walking aimlessly without knowing why, seemed to have difficulty walking.
Granada was about to shout at him when he suddenly noticed that the merchant's face had turned pale.
“Are you okay? Your complexion doesn’t look good.”
"Oh, oh. I... I seem exhausted from running to Ronheim since dawn. I... I'm sorry, but if you don't mind, could I just have a quick cup of tea before I go? I'll just rest for a moment."
The merchant begged.
Granada, unable to ruthlessly drive out a merchant who was not a complete stranger and who often dealt with the Saints, eventually allowed them to rest for a while.
"I know you know, but you're not allowed to take a single step up the stairs. You know how to get to the kitchen from here, right?"
“Yes, yes. Of course! I know!”
“If you take a different path and the guards get suspicious, I won’t help you.”
“Don't worry! I won't do anything stupid! Of course not! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
The merchant, who had dealt with kitchen maids several times and knew the way to the kitchen, quickly headed in that direction.
He remembered Granada's threat and didn't turn off onto the side road, but he walked slowly and looked around furiously as if he was looking for someone.
The merchant, distracted by this, bumped into Vanessa as she was turning the corner.
“Oh my!”
With a single scream, the merchant staggered, lost his balance due to the large bundle, and fell down helplessly.
What the heck!
A bundle larger than his body fell to the stone floor with a loud crash.
It was clear that several items in the bundle had been broken and shattered.
“Oh, that’s a surprise!”
Vanessa jumped and glared at the merchant.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
The merchant bowed his head in haste and apologized.
Vanessa glared at the merchant, shaking her clothes as if the part where she had bumped into him was unclean.
“Look straight ahead and walk!”
She shouted sharply and was about to pass the merchant, but stopped short when she noticed something among the many items the merchant had dropped.
"Wait for a sec."
What Vanessa picked up was a crumpled piece of paper with a portrait drawn on it.
“What is this?”
It was a wanted poster.
There was a picture of the face of the criminal who had tampered with the Kavala's treasure trove and escaped.
It was a woman with a freckled face and characteristic red hair.
“Ah... Ah... Give it to me, please...”
“Where are you putting those dirty hands? I said I wanted to take a look!”
Vanessa stamped her feet in confusion, and the merchant looked at the wanted poster without paying any attention.
Her head tilted slightly.
“This person...”
Vanessa's eyes widened as she stared at the wanted poster for a long time.
“I thought I saw you somewhere!”
Vanessa shouted sharply, her eyes glaring like a hyena spotting prey.
“I’ll take this!”
After snatching the wanted poster from the merchant, she ran off somewhere, stirring up the wind.
“Yes, wait a minute! Wait a minute!”
The merchant's pitiful voice echoed through the hallway.
He met her when he had finally managed to sneak into the Arrental Palace and was at a loss at the scale of the palace, which was incomparably larger than the Ronheim Castle.
After wandering around for a while, he happened to meet that little girl.
When they first met, the girl approached him with curiosity, not avoiding Callius' dirty behavior.
The girl shared food with the hungry Callius and asked him trivial questions like why he was dressed like that, what kind of bracelet he had on his arm, and whether the sword on his waist was real.
Judging by what she said, the girl seemed very excited to meet a child her own age for the first time.
He couldn't just reject the girl who approached him out of pure curiosity, so he gave her a little bit of his attention and started talking, which ended up being a long and pointless conversation.
Just as he realized that and was thinking about ending the conversation, the girl asked him.
“But what is your name?”
“I’m asking quickly. I... Callius.”
The moment he said the name, a strong gust of wind blew.
The girl tilted her head as if she hadn't heard properly, pulling her hair and tucking it behind her ear.
“Karl...what?”
"If you didn't hear, then don't worry. I'm going. I don't have time to play with you."
“Where are you going?”
“You don’t have to know.”
“Aren’t you going to ask my name?”
“...What is your name?”
“Chloe. Do you want to come with me?”
“Don’t follow me!”
So he left the girl behind and wandered around the palace for a while longer.
Then, by chance, he discovered the shadow of the Empress and was about to rush at her, grabbing his sword without thinking.
“Don’t do that!”
Someone grabbed him and dragged him into the wall in an instant.
When he came to his senses and realized he was in a strange passageway, the girl he met during the day suddenly showed up and started telling him some secret or other.
The girl suddenly hugged him tightly and made him unable to move, then whispered.
“I wish you hadn’t done that.”
"Why?"
"Because I'm scared. If you swing that sword, the guards will arrest you. I don't want to lose you."
“...Why?”
“We’re friends.”
They'd only known each other for half a day, and they were already friends. She was truly a strange woman.
“You are my only friend. I am afraid of losing you.”
The child clung so tenaciously that Callius's heart, which was about to rush at the Empress in anger, cooled, and he lost all strength.
He set out on a perilous journey from Ronheim to Arrental, even at the risk of his own life, determined to seek revenge.
After much hardship, he finally managed to sneak into the Arrental Palace and witness the Empress right in front of him.
But that girl ruined everything.
But Callius didn't resent the child. No, in fact, he felt relieved.
He was so blinded by anger that he went so far as to hide in the palace, but when he actually raised his sword to stab the Empress, fear came over him too late.
At the time, he was a 12-year-old boy who left his hometown with a vow of revenge, but he was also bewildered by the situation that was progressing faster than he had expected.
The girl stopped him because he couldn't stop himself. After all, he thought he had come this far, and now he couldn't stop.
“...So, how do we get out of here? It’s too dark and damp in here. Let’s just get out.”
"Huh!"
That day, the girl who was as cute and pretty as a fairy hugged the sad Callius.
With the girl's help, Callius hid in the palace for several days, eating and drinking.
Thanks to that, he was able to return safely to his hometown, having recovered enough strength to return to Ronheim.
'If Chloe hadn't stopped me then, I wouldn't exist in this world by now.'
Even though he was young, it was a very reckless and foolish thing to do.
Callius firmly believed that Chloe that day was definitely an angel sent from God.
And when he met Chloe again, he thought that she must have been an angel sent by God to save Ronheim.
He smiled bitterly.
'You said I was your only friend. But you don't even remember me.'
It doesn't matter, though.
'Because I remember everything.'
***
A few days later.
Granada found a wandering merchant returning to the castle.
Granada discovered a merchant, who had never been summoned, loitering at the castle entrance carrying a large bundle, and quickly brought him inside.
“Hehe, thank goodness I wouldn’t have waited outside for so long if the maid hadn’t found me. The soldiers would never let me in.”
"Of course, it's impossible to enter the castle without permission. Fortunately, you weren't kicked out."
“Yes, yes, that’s right. That’s right.”
The merchant bowed very low.
Granada asked with a stern expression that made it seem like not a drop of blood would come out even if he were stabbed.
“So, what’s going on?”
"Didn't you pay me for something more than I deserved last time? So I promised you that if I ever got something good again, I'd bring it to you, Marchioness, right away. Do you remember?"
“I remember, Madam, not allowing anyone to visit today. Please come again later.”
“Huh?”
The merchant looked up at Granada with a look of great bewilderment.
The bundle was so large for his size that he had to bend over so much that his face was far below.
The merchant was strangely at a loss.
“Well, if you could just tell your Ma’am once...”
Granada flatly refused.
“Come back next time.”
Chloe, who had been getting more and more emaciated with bags under her eyes as the days went by, finally fell ill this morning and was unable to move from her bed, so there was no need to ask her opinion.
Since it was impossible to carelessly reveal the health condition of the person being treated, Granada had no choice but to stop the merchant without any explanation.
The merchant, who had been walking aimlessly without knowing why, seemed to have difficulty walking.
Granada was about to shout at him when he suddenly noticed that the merchant's face had turned pale.
“Are you okay? Your complexion doesn’t look good.”
"Oh, oh. I... I seem exhausted from running to Ronheim since dawn. I... I'm sorry, but if you don't mind, could I just have a quick cup of tea before I go? I'll just rest for a moment."
The merchant begged.
Granada, unable to ruthlessly drive out a merchant who was not a complete stranger and who often dealt with the Saints, eventually allowed them to rest for a while.
"I know you know, but you're not allowed to take a single step up the stairs. You know how to get to the kitchen from here, right?"
“Yes, yes. Of course! I know!”
“If you take a different path and the guards get suspicious, I won’t help you.”
“Don't worry! I won't do anything stupid! Of course not! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
The merchant, who had dealt with kitchen maids several times and knew the way to the kitchen, quickly headed in that direction.
He remembered Granada's threat and didn't turn off onto the side road, but he walked slowly and looked around furiously as if he was looking for someone.
The merchant, distracted by this, bumped into Vanessa as she was turning the corner.
“Oh my!”
With a single scream, the merchant staggered, lost his balance due to the large bundle, and fell down helplessly.
What the heck!
A bundle larger than his body fell to the stone floor with a loud crash.
It was clear that several items in the bundle had been broken and shattered.
“Oh, that’s a surprise!”
Vanessa jumped and glared at the merchant.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
The merchant bowed his head in haste and apologized.
Vanessa glared at the merchant, shaking her clothes as if the part where she had bumped into him was unclean.
“Look straight ahead and walk!”
She shouted sharply and was about to pass the merchant, but stopped short when she noticed something among the many items the merchant had dropped.
"Wait for a sec."
What Vanessa picked up was a crumpled piece of paper with a portrait drawn on it.
“What is this?”
It was a wanted poster.
There was a picture of the face of the criminal who had tampered with the Kavala's treasure trove and escaped.
It was a woman with a freckled face and characteristic red hair.
“Ah... Ah... Give it to me, please...”
“Where are you putting those dirty hands? I said I wanted to take a look!”
Vanessa stamped her feet in confusion, and the merchant looked at the wanted poster without paying any attention.
Her head tilted slightly.
“This person...”
Vanessa's eyes widened as she stared at the wanted poster for a long time.
“I thought I saw you somewhere!”
Vanessa shouted sharply, her eyes glaring like a hyena spotting prey.
“I’ll take this!”
After snatching the wanted poster from the merchant, she ran off somewhere, stirring up the wind.
“Yes, wait a minute! Wait a minute!”
The merchant's pitiful voice echoed through the hallway.
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