The knights of Callius were capable, and Ronheim was in their hands.
But unfortunately, all those words also applied to Andrew.
Andrew, an elite knight, was not caught even after two days of searching.
Lamia has been receiving special training from Granada recently.
Lamia followed Granada's demanding and arduous training very well.
However, he knew that practical training would be more suitable for Lamia, who had outstanding tenacity and good crisis management skills, and she took her to the mountains and fields.
“The wild beasts of Ronheim are formidable.”
Lamia stuck out her tongue at the bear that Granada had just defeated as a demonstration.
“What kind of bear is this big? Isn’t it a monster, not a bear?”
Lamia thought the people of Ronheim Castle were strange because they saw a snow cat, a beast as big as a leopard, and called it a cute cat, a small cat.
But when she compares them to the actual wild beasts of Ronheim, she can see how 'small' and 'cute' the snow cats are.
Even the deer running in the mountains were huge and were by no means easy prey.
They say more people die from deer than from bears.
'That's such a fierce deer.'
Lamia shuddered as she remembered the deer she had hunted a few days ago.
When you think of deer, you usually think of the gentle and delicate flower deer with pretty eyes.
But the deer of Ronheim, called Elka, stands nearly three meters tall and has huge, broad antlers that measure two meters from end to end.
It was much larger and heavier than a horse, so after hunting it, the castle servants had to load it onto a cart drawn by two horses.
Not only is it big, but its temper is also very annoying.
At first, Lamia thought Granada was crazy for giving her a palm-sized dagger and telling her to fight against such a monstrous deer.
'I thought I was going to die.'
But what was really strange was that whenever she thought about dying, she would show incredible strength.
'This is why Granada keeps pushing me to the brink of death.'
What can she do even though she knows?
It keeps happening like that.
So, today too, Lamia was wandering through Granada and the mountains and fields, looking for someone willing to fight her to the death.
"They say that Ronheimers join hunting groups from the age of ten. Those little guys actually fight bears that big? Really?"
“The Ronheim people, whether young or old, will do a good job if they can just wield a bow.”
Granada said without a smile.
Look at that determination, that pride, that seriousness.
Anyone could see that it was sincere.
"Are you crazy? Why would you expect a child to catch a bear? From now on, you shouldn't accidentally let the children of Ronheim open their mouths."
Lamia mounted her horse and placed a red flag next to the bear carcass that Granada had caught, so that she could easily locate her prey later.
"As we saw earlier, bears can use both their forelimbs, making them a more formidable opponent than other beasts. Fight with caution."
“Can’t I fight with a bow too?”
“A bear is a good opponent for practicing bare-handed fighting.”
'That old hag.'
Although she was angry and cursed inwardly, Lamia obediently followed Granada, who was leading the way.
If Granada hadn't just shown her how to fight a bear with her bare hands, she might have just run away.
But.
'Having seen with my own eyes the old woman who can even beat up a bear, I have no choice but to follow her obediently if I don't want to be beaten up like a bear.'
In fact, even though she was grumbling like that inside, her true feelings weren't like that.
Lamia was very grateful to Chloe, who had treated her warmly and allowed her to stay by her side, even though she was wandering around here and there, not even being treated like a human being.
Her true intention was to repay that favor; she had to quickly become a great knight and keep Chloe safe.
Even now, Chloe was the only thing on Lamia's mind.
'This isn't the time to be doing this. I should be chopping wood for Madam's fireplace.'
'I have to go quickly and get some bath water.'
Yes, she could endure such arduous training for Chloe.
While riding her horse with such thoughts in mind, Lamia suddenly discovered a bright light shining through the trees.
The two followed the light.
It was on top of a steep cliff.
The front was wide open, and the sun was shining brightly.
“Wow... the view is really nice.”
There were tall mountains in front and behind.
Looking down, she saw a deep valley winding along the ground.
It was a place that was difficult for people to reach.
Between the valleys, there were places where the sun did not reach, and the ground was frozen solid all year round.
'If you hide like that, no one will find you.'
Lamia suddenly had that thought.
'I wonder if Andrew is hiding somewhere like this and can't be found?'
Thinking lightly, Lamia looked down the cliff with Granada.
But no matter how long she waited, Granada stopped talking and didn't move.
'You were so angry earlier, saying you had to find prey before the sun set, and you wouldn't let me rest, but why are you being so leisurely now?'
Lamia rode close to Granada.
“What are you looking at? Aren’t you going?”
“Hmm. Wait a minute.”
Granada narrowed her eyes and looked down somewhere far below the cliff.
“Why? What’s wrong? There’s nothing there.”
Lamia stuck her head out and looked around in the direction Granada was looking.
Granada tilted its head.
“That’s right. There’s nothing there. But strangely, it bothers me.”
Granada pointed to a place with her finger.
Then, out of the blue, she said something that was like a bolt from the blue.
“I should go down there and take a look.”
“Oh, no, there’s nothing there. Why are you going down there? How do you get down there? There’s no road?”
“Wherever I go, the road is right there.”
Then she got off the horse and hit the horse's rump with her hand.
“Go home first.”
The clever horse quickly understood the meaning and went back the way it came.
Granada, having turned back her horse, began to descend the cliff bare-handed.
Lamia was the flagship.
‘An old man with no legs...!’
Anyway, since Granada started to decline, Lamia couldn't do anything either.
She followed Granada with tears in her eyes.
“If I fall here and die, all the training and escorting will be useless!”
“As long as you don’t die, that’s fine.”
“Oh my god...”
“If a blizzard starts to blow, the wind might make you fall, so follow me quickly.”
“Oh my god...”
"This is also training. Don't whine."
“That’s a lie!”
The jaw-droppingly beautiful cliffs were no longer visible to Lamia's eyes.
This place was just hell.
Lamia felt like she was going to burst into tears, but she held it in and crawled down the cliff.
After a while.
'They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.'
Lamia looked up at the steep cliff she had descended from.
With only the will to live, she climbed down the cliff with her bare hands, which she thought was an absurd path.
'I survived.'
While Lamia was shedding tears of joy, Granada was standing near the place that had been bothering her and looking around.
“What do you have?”
"Well."
“Why on earth are you doing that?”
Granada said calmly.
“The assassin’s intuition.”
“Please don’t use that word. You’ll forget it and then be scared again.”
Granada looked around and spoke stiffly.
“Don’t worry. Even assassins don’t kill their disciples.”
Then, as she was about to shut my mouth, she quickly added:
“If you just listen.”
Is this a threat?
Lamia took this as a threat to kill her in this secret valley without anyone knowing if she didn't stop whining, so she kept her mouth shut.
But then it was.
'Uh?'
Lamia sensed something and grabbed Granada, who was ahead.
“Just a moment.”
“...?”
“I feel mana around here.”
Lamia waved her hand in the air one step in front of me.
"It's strange. The mana flow on both sides is different, as if there's some kind of invisible wall."
Granada, not being a wizard, was something she didn't feel at all.
“Can you tell me why that is?”
“I don’t know about that.”
Lamia, who used magic instinctively rather than learning it, didn't know what this phenomenon meant.
It's just that the flow of mana completely changes at a certain point.
“Would it be dangerous if we went further in?”
“I don’t think so.”
At Lamia's words, Granada entered the line.
Standing inside didn't change anything.
Still, the snow-covered ground ahead lay quietly asleep.
Granada, who was looking around, suddenly went near a pile of stones at the bottom of the cliff and examined the stones carefully.
"Why?"
“Do you see the snow piled up on this rock? There’s a hand’s worth of snow on this rock. Look at this rock.”
Granada pointed to the stone next to her.
“The snow is piled up just the same?”
“No, the snow piled up on this stone is only half a span thick.”
“Now that I think about it, that’s true.”
How did you notice such a subtle difference in such a large space?
Lamia glanced at Granada, clicking her tongue inwardly.
“Someone passed by here during the blizzard at dawn.”
“Who is it?”
Granada looked around with sharp eyes.
All she could see was her eyes, but Lamia couldn't tell what she was looking at.
But then Granada suddenly started walking somewhere with brisk strides, and pushed through the snow that was up to her knees to find something.
It was a small pouch.
Lamia couldn't believe how Granada had managed to find the object hidden beneath her eyes.
It seemed that the assassin's intuition was no joke.
Granada, who was not a wizard, found the object as if by magic and spoke calmly without the slightest hint of excitement.
“It looks like someone has come.”
Granada handed the pouch to Lamia.
"The embroidery isn't in the Ronheim style. It's from an outsider."
Lamia slowly looked through the pockets, and her eyes widened.
But unfortunately, all those words also applied to Andrew.
Andrew, an elite knight, was not caught even after two days of searching.
***
Lamia has been receiving special training from Granada recently.
Lamia followed Granada's demanding and arduous training very well.
However, he knew that practical training would be more suitable for Lamia, who had outstanding tenacity and good crisis management skills, and she took her to the mountains and fields.
“The wild beasts of Ronheim are formidable.”
Lamia stuck out her tongue at the bear that Granada had just defeated as a demonstration.
“What kind of bear is this big? Isn’t it a monster, not a bear?”
Lamia thought the people of Ronheim Castle were strange because they saw a snow cat, a beast as big as a leopard, and called it a cute cat, a small cat.
But when she compares them to the actual wild beasts of Ronheim, she can see how 'small' and 'cute' the snow cats are.
Even the deer running in the mountains were huge and were by no means easy prey.
They say more people die from deer than from bears.
'That's such a fierce deer.'
Lamia shuddered as she remembered the deer she had hunted a few days ago.
When you think of deer, you usually think of the gentle and delicate flower deer with pretty eyes.
But the deer of Ronheim, called Elka, stands nearly three meters tall and has huge, broad antlers that measure two meters from end to end.
It was much larger and heavier than a horse, so after hunting it, the castle servants had to load it onto a cart drawn by two horses.
Not only is it big, but its temper is also very annoying.
At first, Lamia thought Granada was crazy for giving her a palm-sized dagger and telling her to fight against such a monstrous deer.
'I thought I was going to die.'
But what was really strange was that whenever she thought about dying, she would show incredible strength.
'This is why Granada keeps pushing me to the brink of death.'
What can she do even though she knows?
It keeps happening like that.
So, today too, Lamia was wandering through Granada and the mountains and fields, looking for someone willing to fight her to the death.
"They say that Ronheimers join hunting groups from the age of ten. Those little guys actually fight bears that big? Really?"
“The Ronheim people, whether young or old, will do a good job if they can just wield a bow.”
Granada said without a smile.
Look at that determination, that pride, that seriousness.
Anyone could see that it was sincere.
"Are you crazy? Why would you expect a child to catch a bear? From now on, you shouldn't accidentally let the children of Ronheim open their mouths."
Lamia mounted her horse and placed a red flag next to the bear carcass that Granada had caught, so that she could easily locate her prey later.
"As we saw earlier, bears can use both their forelimbs, making them a more formidable opponent than other beasts. Fight with caution."
“Can’t I fight with a bow too?”
“A bear is a good opponent for practicing bare-handed fighting.”
'That old hag.'
Although she was angry and cursed inwardly, Lamia obediently followed Granada, who was leading the way.
If Granada hadn't just shown her how to fight a bear with her bare hands, she might have just run away.
But.
'Having seen with my own eyes the old woman who can even beat up a bear, I have no choice but to follow her obediently if I don't want to be beaten up like a bear.'
In fact, even though she was grumbling like that inside, her true feelings weren't like that.
Lamia was very grateful to Chloe, who had treated her warmly and allowed her to stay by her side, even though she was wandering around here and there, not even being treated like a human being.
Her true intention was to repay that favor; she had to quickly become a great knight and keep Chloe safe.
Even now, Chloe was the only thing on Lamia's mind.
'This isn't the time to be doing this. I should be chopping wood for Madam's fireplace.'
'I have to go quickly and get some bath water.'
Yes, she could endure such arduous training for Chloe.
While riding her horse with such thoughts in mind, Lamia suddenly discovered a bright light shining through the trees.
The two followed the light.
It was on top of a steep cliff.
The front was wide open, and the sun was shining brightly.
“Wow... the view is really nice.”
There were tall mountains in front and behind.
Looking down, she saw a deep valley winding along the ground.
It was a place that was difficult for people to reach.
Between the valleys, there were places where the sun did not reach, and the ground was frozen solid all year round.
'If you hide like that, no one will find you.'
Lamia suddenly had that thought.
'I wonder if Andrew is hiding somewhere like this and can't be found?'
Thinking lightly, Lamia looked down the cliff with Granada.
But no matter how long she waited, Granada stopped talking and didn't move.
'You were so angry earlier, saying you had to find prey before the sun set, and you wouldn't let me rest, but why are you being so leisurely now?'
Lamia rode close to Granada.
“What are you looking at? Aren’t you going?”
“Hmm. Wait a minute.”
Granada narrowed her eyes and looked down somewhere far below the cliff.
“Why? What’s wrong? There’s nothing there.”
Lamia stuck her head out and looked around in the direction Granada was looking.
Granada tilted its head.
“That’s right. There’s nothing there. But strangely, it bothers me.”
Granada pointed to a place with her finger.
Then, out of the blue, she said something that was like a bolt from the blue.
“I should go down there and take a look.”
“Oh, no, there’s nothing there. Why are you going down there? How do you get down there? There’s no road?”
“Wherever I go, the road is right there.”
Then she got off the horse and hit the horse's rump with her hand.
“Go home first.”
The clever horse quickly understood the meaning and went back the way it came.
Granada, having turned back her horse, began to descend the cliff bare-handed.
Lamia was the flagship.
‘An old man with no legs...!’
Anyway, since Granada started to decline, Lamia couldn't do anything either.
She followed Granada with tears in her eyes.
“If I fall here and die, all the training and escorting will be useless!”
“As long as you don’t die, that’s fine.”
“Oh my god...”
“If a blizzard starts to blow, the wind might make you fall, so follow me quickly.”
“Oh my god...”
"This is also training. Don't whine."
“That’s a lie!”
The jaw-droppingly beautiful cliffs were no longer visible to Lamia's eyes.
This place was just hell.
Lamia felt like she was going to burst into tears, but she held it in and crawled down the cliff.
After a while.
'They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.'
Lamia looked up at the steep cliff she had descended from.
With only the will to live, she climbed down the cliff with her bare hands, which she thought was an absurd path.
'I survived.'
While Lamia was shedding tears of joy, Granada was standing near the place that had been bothering her and looking around.
“What do you have?”
"Well."
“Why on earth are you doing that?”
Granada said calmly.
“The assassin’s intuition.”
“Please don’t use that word. You’ll forget it and then be scared again.”
Granada looked around and spoke stiffly.
“Don’t worry. Even assassins don’t kill their disciples.”
Then, as she was about to shut my mouth, she quickly added:
“If you just listen.”
Is this a threat?
Lamia took this as a threat to kill her in this secret valley without anyone knowing if she didn't stop whining, so she kept her mouth shut.
But then it was.
'Uh?'
Lamia sensed something and grabbed Granada, who was ahead.
“Just a moment.”
“...?”
“I feel mana around here.”
Lamia waved her hand in the air one step in front of me.
"It's strange. The mana flow on both sides is different, as if there's some kind of invisible wall."
Granada, not being a wizard, was something she didn't feel at all.
“Can you tell me why that is?”
“I don’t know about that.”
Lamia, who used magic instinctively rather than learning it, didn't know what this phenomenon meant.
It's just that the flow of mana completely changes at a certain point.
“Would it be dangerous if we went further in?”
“I don’t think so.”
At Lamia's words, Granada entered the line.
Standing inside didn't change anything.
Still, the snow-covered ground ahead lay quietly asleep.
Granada, who was looking around, suddenly went near a pile of stones at the bottom of the cliff and examined the stones carefully.
"Why?"
“Do you see the snow piled up on this rock? There’s a hand’s worth of snow on this rock. Look at this rock.”
Granada pointed to the stone next to her.
“The snow is piled up just the same?”
“No, the snow piled up on this stone is only half a span thick.”
“Now that I think about it, that’s true.”
How did you notice such a subtle difference in such a large space?
Lamia glanced at Granada, clicking her tongue inwardly.
“Someone passed by here during the blizzard at dawn.”
“Who is it?”
Granada looked around with sharp eyes.
All she could see was her eyes, but Lamia couldn't tell what she was looking at.
But then Granada suddenly started walking somewhere with brisk strides, and pushed through the snow that was up to her knees to find something.
It was a small pouch.
Lamia couldn't believe how Granada had managed to find the object hidden beneath her eyes.
It seemed that the assassin's intuition was no joke.
Granada, who was not a wizard, found the object as if by magic and spoke calmly without the slightest hint of excitement.
“It looks like someone has come.”
Granada handed the pouch to Lamia.
"The embroidery isn't in the Ronheim style. It's from an outsider."
Lamia slowly looked through the pockets, and her eyes widened.
“Oh, this is...!”
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