Contents

1. Cover
2. Insert
3. Title Page
4. Copyright
5. Chapter 1: Hey, How About Running Away?
6. Chapter 2: A Fiery Omen
7. Chapter 3: Anxiety, Unease, and…
8. Chapter 4: Past, Present, and…
9. Chapter 5: Ambush
10. Chapter 6: That Which Is Precious
11. Epilogue
12. Afterword
13. Yen Newsletter
 Contents

Cover
Insert
Title Page
Chapter 1: Hey, How About Running Away?
Chapter 2: A Fiery Omen
Chapter 3: Anxiety, Unease, and…
Chapter 4: Past, Present, and…
Chapter 5: Ambush
Chapter 6: That Which Is Precious
Epilogue
Afterword
Copyright
Yen Newsletter
 A young girl no older than nine wandered in the deep, dense forest alone. Her
eyes swam with unease, and she stumbled many times on the uneven terrain.
She shuddered at every gust of wind and bird call. Her visible fear made it
apparent that she was unaccustomed to forest life.
“……”
She peered past the breaks in the trees to the sky beyond. It was almost
sunset. Needless to say, spending the night in a lightless forest wasn’t the
wisest decision. The girl understood this perfectly well and instinctively feared
the approaching darkness. Dread hastened her pace. She needed to either find
the way out or hide somewhere until morning. Yet despite her best efforts,
there was no hint of refuge among the trees.
“Ah…”
Her crimson eyes spotted something beyond the distant foliage, and she
raced over without a second thought. The sun’s last rays cast shadows that
seemed to pursue her from behind, but she arrived before they had the chance
to swallow her up.
“A house…”
Indeed, there stood a single mansion. It obviously belonged to a high-ranking
individual and looked nothing like the slipshod huts loggers built. Anyone could
tell from a single glance this was a well-crafted residence and the perfect place
to spend the night.
At the same time, the girl hesitated slightly. A stranger like her had no right to
suddenly walk into a home uninvited. However, the truth was she’d run out of
options. Her mind made up, she knocked on the door.
“P-pardon the intrusion…”
The door was unlocked and opened smoothly, so the girl cautiously entered.
The interior was dark and gloomy.
Was the place abandoned? It would certainly be more convenient for her if
that was the case.
Footsteps clacked.
“Eek!”
The girl’s yelp betrayed her presence.
“Ah, I’m sorry! I promise I’m not a thief or anything,” she squeaked, hurriedly
looking to the left and the right.
A silhouette emerged from the dim light of near-dusk.
“……”
The girl gulped instinctively.
The figure belonged to a boy around her age. He was dressed richly and stood
still as a statue. The girl came to the inevitable conclusion he was both the
master of the house and a prominent individual.
More than any other quality, the boy’s eyes left her awestruck. Those light
amber eyes. They were a bottomless abyss that might swallow her up if she
stared too long.
“What is your business here?”
The boy’s question brought her back to reality.
“U-um, well, I got lost, and it’s almost dark. I was looking for a place to spend
the night.”
 Even if she wasn’t allowed within the house itself, the girl would’ve been just
as grateful to huddle outside the entrance. Would her desperate words reach
this boy, though? Move his heart? She peered into his deep eyes, and time
seemed to move at a tenth of its normal rate.
An oppressive silence reigned until the boy finally replied.
“Do as you please.”
The girl hardly had time to process this response before the boy, having
apparently lost all interest, turned on his heel and left her, the intruder, behind.
“U-um…”
He didn’t even break stride when she called out from behind him.
“W-wait!”
The girl raced to his side and was met by a cold, empty stare. She was struck
silent for a moment but held firm, compelled to meet this new challenge.
“I-I’m Ninym Ralei!”
Eager to prove she meant no harm, the girl hurriedly introduced herself. The
boy then stopped and stared at her—at Ninym.
“I’m Wein,” he replied quietly. “Wein Salema Arbalest.”

The sight was, in a word, dazzling.

Parades filled the streets of Grantsrale, capital of the Earthworld Empire, day
and night.
“Long live Empress Lowellmina!”
“Praise to our radiant ruler!”
“A new day has dawned on the Empire!”
As the people sang, danced, and drank, they all lauded one young woman,
Second Imperial Princess Lowellmina of the Earthworld Empire. For several
years following the death of the previous emperor, his children had fought each
other for the right to succeed. In the end, it was Lowellmina who took the
throne.
“Who would’ve thought Princess Lowellmina would actually become
Empress?”
“No kidding. It was a shock for sure, but did you hear the princess’s—no, Her
Majesty’s—speech?”
“Of course! ‘I did not become Empress by my power alone. This was only
possible thanks to you, our nation’s people. My victory is yours as well.’ It
brought a tear to my eye.”
“Her Majesty really does put us regular folk first. Her reign will return light to
our land!”
No one had believed Lowellmina stood a chance at first. Even so, she’d slowly
proved herself and, in the end, bested the Imperial Princes. Future historians
would undoubtedly study this event in an effort to record it in scrupulous detail.
However, no amount of research would ever capture such a complex rise to
power.
That’s precisely why Lowellmina now enjoyed such tremendous popularity.
People sang her praises in the capital and throughout the Empire.
Amid these festivities, Lowellmina herself…
“Bleh…”
…cradled her head in both hands while a mountain of paperwork loomed
from atop the desk in her palace’s office.
“Why is there so much? Does everything honestly need my approval?”
“I understand how busy you are as Empress, but unfortunately, this was the
best I could do,” replied Fyshe Blundell, the aide at her side. “After all, our
internal affairs have not yet recovered from this recent turmoil, and the Empire
is vast.”
 “True, but still…”
The Empire was a blend of main territories and surrounding provinces. The
latter were still managed primarily by dispatched viceroys and local nobles.
Nonetheless, large-scale issues involving either public works or provinces were
reported to the capital.
Of course, the Empire’s capable officials usually dealt with such matters, so
Lowellmina simply had to give her approval, but for a nation that ruled half the
continent, that task alone meant endless paperwork.
“Honestly, everywhere I look, it’s work, work, work. ‘History’s First Empress’ is
a glamorous title, but my to-do list is the same as ever.”
“Your Majesty may leave everything to the vassals if you wish.”
“That would give room for those vassals to take advantage of that power.”
“As Empress, that may be a useful way to test their trustworthiness.”
“…All expectations aside, I should think that would only increase my
workload, so I’ll pass.”
“Very well.”
Lowellmina’s disgruntled attitude made Fyshe break into a tiny smile.
Despite her new role, Lowellmina never changes.
Lowellmina had overcome numerous challenges to become Empress just as
she’d always dreamed. It was a joyous achievement, and she had every right to
indulge herself. However, the Empress celebrated only briefly with her friends
and followers before seeing to her duties. The image of Lowellmina quietly
lifting the Empire back on its feet despite her fledgling authority was a fine
example of her virtuous nature.
Yet even as her popularity rose, some still felt women had no place in politics
and bemoaned the advent of a new dark age. Fyshe, however, believed the
opposite. One sun had set on the Empire, only to be greeted by a new one
named “Lowellmina.”
Of course, examples of wise, respectable politicians marred by corruption and
depravity can be found in any era. Our budding Empress is full of promise, so I’ll
do everything in my power to help her grow into a tall, upright tree. That is the
duty of a vassal.
Fyshe had originally been an Earthworld ambassador, but Lowellmina hired
her as an aide after a career setback. As a woman, Fyshe admired Lowellmina’s
fiery ambition and undying patriotism, and the bond built between them made
her a trusted confidant. Considering the outcome, it was safe to say Fyshe had
taken a significant risk and won. The journey hadn’t been straightforward by
any means, but she’d finally risen to head aide and was now the envy of every
official.
Unfortunately, my ascension has brought countless nuisances.
Between letters from unknown relatives and sudden marriage proposals,
Fyshe had to deal with it all as everyone tried to get their own piece of the pie.
Still, this was nothing compared to those who plotted to push Fyshe out of the
picture and gain Lowellmina’s trust. She would have to constantly defend her
position while still supporting her mistress. When Fyshe considered how she
would likely go down in history as the trusted retainer of history’s first Empress,
she was beset by an overwhelming feeling. She had no intention of
relinquishing her seat to anyone.
Honor and loyalty would be the two wheels of her cart. She would support
Empress Lowellmina with these two guiding principles. That was what Fyshe
had decided.
“What’s the matter, Fyshe?”
“It’s nothing,” she replied smoothly. “More importantly, if Your Majesty feels
so overwhelmed, then let’s coordinate with Prime Minister Keskinel and try to
lighten your workload.”
“Right!” Lowellmina exclaimed, her mood instantly brighter.
“However, please remember that all of your spare time has been set aside for
diplomatic appointments.”
“Right…” Lowellmina’s expression soured. “Which means we’ll only break
even…”
 “I expect it will be some time before your schedule permits any leisure.”
Lowellmina let out a wail of protest. “Well, so be it. In any case, we have more
important business than mere paperwork.”
“Yes, especially from today onward.”
“Exactly,” Lowellmina replied with a smile. “It’s time for a delightful
conversation with our princely ally.”

Lowellmina’s ascension had an immense impact on the Empire, but needless

to say, those waves rippled through foreign nations as well. The West, in
particular, was highly conservative, and its politics were a male-dominated
sphere. No one questioned this. Nonetheless, the new sovereign of one of the
most powerful nations in the East was a woman. The West’s flustered males
were surely scrambling to ascertain Lowellmina’s character, ideologies, politics,
and what connections could be made.
Among these nations, there was one which remained unfazed by the
Empress. The dragon of the north, the Kingdom of Natra.
“We exchanged formalities earlier, but allow me to congratulate you again on
your coronation, Empress Lowellmina.”
“Hee-hee. Why, thank you, Prince Wein.”
Soft light streamed through the window of a room within the Imperial Palace
while a young man addressed Lowellmina. He was Natra’s crown prince, Wein
Salema Arbalest.
“I feel like it’s been ages since Your Majesty’s last visit to Natra.”
“Indeed. However, I believe I was only able to come this far because of the
time we spent together, Prince Wein.”
Natra and the Empire had a surprisingly long history as allies, but their
significant differences in national strength meant the two were never equals.
Most of Natra’s neighbors once viewed it as a vassal state to the Empire.
However, in the chaos following the Emperor’s sudden demise, Natra rose in
power under Prince Wein’s command.
 Lowellmina, who’d been Wein’s greatest supporter, had been left to fend for
herself in the War for Succession. Despite her lack of public achievements, Wein
recognized Lowellmina’s wisdom and offered aid. It seemed like a foolhardy
venture since everyone else had always assumed one of the princes would
become Emperor. Now that Lowellmina sat on the throne, it was clear his
decision had been correct.
And so the relationship between Natra and the Empire entered a honeymoon
phase. There wasn’t the slightest hint of darkness between the prince whose
finesse had led his people to prosperity, and the young princess turned
Empress. That was how it appeared to outsiders anyway. Those well-versed in
politics knew it wasn’t so simple.
“…With all due respect, Your Majesty, there is something I wish to ask,”
interjected a third voice, which echoed across the room.
“Oh my. What is it, Ninym?”
Ninym. The name Lowellmina spoke belonged to Wein’s aide. She had the
distinctive white hair and red eyes of the Flahm.
“Exactly how long do you intend to hug me?” she asked wearily from between
Empress Lowellmina’s arms.
“Come now, why the long face? We haven’t seen each other in forever.”
The two were so far apart on the social ladder that Ninym shouldn’t have
even been allowed to speak to Lowellmina, let alone touch her. Regardless,
Lowellmina clung to her like an oversized lapdog. It was no wonder since
Lowellmina, Ninym, and Wein had spent their days at the military academy
together and formed a bond far beyond rank.
However, that was a long time ago.
“Lowa, you are the rightful Empress now. Even if you are only playing around,
please show some restraint,” Ninym said.
“Don’t worry, I trust everyone here. Even my guard,” the Empress replied.
Ninym’s eyes moved to a corner of the room where Lowellmina’s aide, Fyshe,
stood. However, she subtly refused to meet Ninym’s gaze. Perhaps she saw no
harm in looking the other way if tightly squeezing an old friend brought the
Empress a bit of happiness.
“…Wein.”
Seeing there would be no salvation from Fyshe, Ninym instead turned to her
master for rescue as she felt a lock of golden hair tickle her nose.
“Think of it as your congratulations gift to her. Hang in there.”
He abandoned her just as quickly.
You’ll pay for this later, Ninym swore.
“Let’s set Ninym’s problems aside for now.” Wein’s previously polite tone
evaporated. “You really showed your brothers how it’s done, eh? Despite an
initial disadvantage.”
“Indeed. Many fortunate circumstances aligned, including the public’s
feelings, my brothers’ hubris, and my own good luck. Of course…most of this is
owed to my excellent efforts!”
“None of this would have happened if you hadn’t taken action, Lowa. I can’t
argue that.”
“Quite so! Feel free to praise me more, you two.”
“Super,” Wein said.
“Great,” Ninym added.
“Put some heart into it!” Lowellmina poked Ninym’s cheek in disapproval.
Ninym offered no resistance, having given up.
“So how does it feel to finally sit on the throne?” Wein asked.
“It is a profound sensation,” Lowellmina answered. “After all, I’ve finally been
able to prove my abilities.”
Many had done everything in their power to keep Lowellmina off the political
world stage merely because she was a woman. Her journey began with that first
proactive step to challenge a society suffocated by social norms and tradition.
“And yet despite my successful rise as Empress, I must continue to
demonstrate my political acumen. This is no time to relax.”
 If all went well, Lowellmina’s reign would last for the next decade or so—far
longer than Earthworld’s recent inheritance dispute. Besides, every nation in
history had anecdotes of its own trouble with political corruption over the
years.
“In that regard, you’re like a mentor to me, Wein.”
Wein was both Natra’s crown prince and, for the past several years, its true
leader. Lowellmina calling him her mentor wasn’t too far-fetched.
“Seeing as you have more experience, might I ask for a bit of advice?” she
asked.
“Advice, huh?” Wein mulled this over for a moment. “You should do some
light exercise, or your body will break down.”
“That has become very apparent in recent days,” Lowellmina said with a deep
nod. “Endless paperwork, reconciliation of interests, then more paperwork on
top of that. When I consider what life as an Empress means, I can’t help but
sigh.”
“I’m up to my eyeballs with work in Natra,” Wein replied. “So I can only
imagine Earthworld’s responsibilities as the East’s greatest superpower. Still,
you’ve got a whole team of capable officials to handle the extra load.”
“It’s true, they’re quite helpful, but…” Lowellmina trailed off as she lazily
rubbed cheeks with Ninym.
“Becoming Empress was difficult enough, and it’s only going to get worse.
You’ve chosen a thorny road, haven’t you?” Ninym remarked, her exasperation
only partly masked.
Lowellmina nodded. “Most certainly.”
“But it was your own decision, so you have no one else to blame,” Ninym said.
“Also true!”
Wein smiled gently. “You’ll find a steady number of trustworthy subordinates
to fill in the gaps, so hang in there.”
Lowellmina gave Ninym a very serious look. “Ninym, how would you like to
come work for me?”
 “And now I’m suddenly being scouted…”
“I’ll pay triple, no, five times your current salary!”
“This lady sure is generous with the Empire’s budget…!” Wein shuddered.
Ninym shot him a sidelong glance, then sighed. “I can’t leave Natra, so I must
decline.”
“Well then, what if Natra joins the Empire, Wein?”
“That ain’t funny comin’ from you, Little Miss Empress!”
“I’m not joking. I mean it.”
The air immediately shifted, and Lowellmina released Ninym. She turned back
to Wein, and Ninym felt a silent, uneasy spark fly between them.
“…Sorry, but I’ve got no plans for that.” It was Wein who finally broke the
silence. “I believe the Empire and Natra are firm allies, but that narrative will
change fast if you want us to become one nation.”
“Fyshe told me you were eager to sell out to us at one point.”
“That might’ve been true before your previous ruler passed away, but Natra
has grown much stronger since the Empire was plagued by civil war. It would be
tough to convince our people to join the Empire now.”
As Wein said, Natra’s strength and influence had advanced drastically both at
home and abroad since he became regent, and that development showed no
signs of stopping. It still paled in comparison to an Eastern giant like the Empire,
of course, but every politician on the continent now understood Natra was not
to be trifled with.
“…I see,” Lowellmina muttered. Ninym gleaned true disappointment from the
woman’s expression.
That’s a bit surprising…
Lowellmina held feelings of love and friendship for Wein, but she also saw
him as a worthy rival. To prove herself against him in battle and reign victorious
was one of her dearest desires. It was peculiar that she’d instead asked him and
Natra to come into the Empire’s fold. Had the Empress had a change of heart?
 However, Lowellmina’s radiant smile returned before Ninym’s question could
be answered. “In that case, I suppose it cannot be helped. I look forward to our
fruitful alliance for many years to come.”
“Me, too,” Wein replied with a smile. “To that end, I’ll work hard and
continue to meet with Earthworld’s dignitaries during my stay.”
“I’m the same, though my line is much, much longer!”
“That’s what you choose to compete over…?” Ninym shot Lowellmina a tired
look, even as her friend seemed to swell with pride.
“By the way, I heard you met with Ernesto, Wein,” Lowellmina remarked.
“Hm? Yeah, a little while ago.”
Ernesto.
He was the leader of Eastern Levetia, the East’s main religion. Although Wein
had been involved in the resolution of the Empire’s civil war, he’d originally
come to the region to meet with Ernesto.
“What sort of person is he? I’m supposed to meet him next, so I’d like a point
of reference.”
“He looks like your average old guy. You’d never guess it, but he was a
teacher back in the day. Still…”
“Still?”
“We had an interesting conversation.” Wein smirked. “To be honest, I think
you two will really hit it off.”
“Oh dear…”
“What do you mean, ‘Oh dear’?” Wein asked.
“Well, surely that means he’s an eccentric, right?”
“Oh. I didn’t think you were so self-aware.”
Suddenly, Fyshe stepped forward from her corner of the room. “Your
Majesty, it’s almost time for your next appointment.”
“Aww, already?” Lowellmina muttered reluctantly, then turned back to Wein.
“Unfortunately, I must take my leave… What will you do next, Wein?”
“I’ve been away long enough, so I think it’s high time I head home.”
Summer was drawing to a close, and Natra’s northern climate undoubtedly
already hinted at the approaching icy hand of winter. As important as it was to
rub elbows with the Empire’s elite, Wein wanted to return before his carriage
could get stuck in the snow.
“But before I do, I’d like to catch up with Glen and Strang,” Wein added.
“I see… Yes, that’s an excellent idea. We’ll likely have very little opportunity to
meet each other in private from here on.” Lowellmina’s tone was tinged with
melancholy. As she said, meeting in the future would be more difficult. Not only
did Wein and Lowellmina belong to the most esteemed families on the
continent, but they also led their respective nations as crown prince and
Empress.
Ninym had a duty to support Wein, and Glen and Strang were loyal to
Lowellmina. Not only that, Lowellmina and her retinue had no time to waste as
they rebuilt the weakened Empire. At least for now, their paths would not cross
outside the realm of politics.
“This may be our last farewell in this lifetime,” Lowellmina said.
Ninym sighed. “Come on, Lowa. No need to be dramatic.”
“Hee-hee. I’m only joking.”
“Well, let’s do our best to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Wein suggested.
Lowellmina smiled. “It was lovely speaking with you, Prince Wein. I earnestly
look forward to the day we can fulfill our duties and meet again.”

“Unfortunately…” Lowellmina mumbled wearily not long after her talk with
Wein and Ninym, “…that’s only if such a day ever truly comes.”
This caught the attention of the slim man beside her.
“Are you concerned about something, Your Majesty?”
“No, no. I’m fine, Keskinel.”
 Keskinel had been the Earthworld Empire’s Prime Minister before the civil
war, and although still quite far from old age, he didn’t have a shred of ambition
or authoritative power in him. His exhausted demeanor resembled a withered
tree’s—certainly not the type anyone would picture as the highest official in the
Empire. However, in truth, this man was an exceptional figure who’d aided his
nation since the previous emperor’s reign. He’d taken great pains to help the
leaderless Empire through the civil war without taking sides. Keskinel’s abilities
were recognized once Lowellmina took the throne, and he was reinstated as
Prime Minister.
“Please continue your report.”
“Of course.”
At Lowellmina’s insistence, Keskinel skimmed the documents in his hand.
“Thanks to Your Majesty’s ascension, a degree of stability has returned to the
public. We intend to seize this opportunity and increase our revenue.”
In the few years since the war broke out, the Empire’s economy had steadily
declined. The civil officials, led by Keskinel, tried everything in their limited
authority to fix the situation, but the government’s widespread instability did
little to ease people’s fears about the future. And when things looked uncertain,
the public’s purse strings naturally tightened, along with their hearts.
Empress Lowellmina’s arrival brought about a transformation, though. The
populace saw a new glimmer of hope. Of course, whether her reign proved to
be boon or bane was yet to be seen, but the citizens could finally let out a sigh
of relief. Not to act on this fresh chance would be foolish.
“Fortunately, the harvest was plentiful this year. There is no reason for
anyone to claim your coronation has angered the heavens.”
“That is indeed a blessing. If a natural disaster had struck as soon as I became
Empress and rumors began to circulate of divine retribution, panic would
abound.”
Needless to say, no politician in the world could manipulate the elements.
Regardless, people would make their own assumptions about any such events.
Lowellmina was in a precarious situation because her political authority was not
yet unshakable. One large-scale natural disaster could ruin everything.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news as well, Your Majesty,” Keskinel said.
Lowellmina scrunched her face and groaned as the Prime Minister continued,
“The first matter concerns the factions of Prince Bardloche and Prince
Manfred.”
Second Prince Bardloche and Third Prince Manfred. Lowellmina had fought
both for the throne and had emerged victorious upon their arrests. The next
issue was how to deal with their factions.
“We’ve dealt with their supporters as leniently as possible, and I’ve ordered
each group to disband and join us,” Lowellmina remarked. “However…”
“Yes. On the whole, they have obeyed Your Majesty’s command. Regrettably,
a percentage has masked its whereabouts, and it seems others who claim to
have accepted you secretly plot to reinstate their princes.”
“…Well, that’s no surprise.”
Lowellmina was history’s first female monarch. Her brothers’ factions had had
their political dreams dashed. That was more than enough for them to seek
revenge. Their cherished leaders yet lived, too, which surely emboldened them.
“Perhaps it would be best to execute Prince Bardloche and Prince Manfred
after all,” Keskinel suggested.
Lowellmina’s brothers were confined and under tight surveillance, but she
treated them with respect as royals.
“We’ve discussed this a thousand times. I will not execute them. Once my
position is secure, I’ll send them off to live in the countryside or the like.”
“I still think you are too lenient,” Keskinel asserted. “Especially Prince
Bardloche, who collaborated with the West’s Teachings of Levetia and has been
criticized by Eastern Levetia for it. Many firmly believe only the harshest
punishment will suffice.”
During the war, a desperate Bardloche had accepted the aid of the Empire’s
Western rival, the Teachings of Levetia faith. Once Manfred discovered this,
he’d appealed to Eastern Levetia, which swiftly leveled harsh censure upon the
Second Prince.
“I have a meeting with Eastern Levetia’s key representative, Ernesto, soon to
discuss Bardloche. We’ll get that sorted out. I guarantee their heads will not
roll,” Lowellmina stated.
“Does your compassion run so deep?”
“Goodness, no.” The Empress sniffed. “In the public eye, I am a merciful ruler
who’s bested her useless brothers. If I executed them the moment everything
became official, people might believe I was revealing my despotic tendencies
now that my position was secure. Politically speaking, that would leave us even
more vulnerable.” She paused for a moment. “Besides, we can use those
Western Levetia connections to our advantage. This dispute has sorely
tarnished the Imperial Family’s influence, and the palace is under greater
suspicion. Instead of fools beaten by their little sister, we can portray Bardloche
and Manfred as victims of the West’s schemes. By making the West the true
mastermind, we can deflect anger and garner sympathy.”
Keskinel hummed. “To accomplish that, we must minimize the chances of a
factional revolt from either side.”
“It’s already minuscule,” Lowellmina replied with an overwhelming air of self-
confidence. “No matter how many times my brothers turn their swords against
me, I’ll always win.”
Keskinel groaned quietly at the once helpless princess–turned–Empress’s bold
declaration. A brilliant flame burned in this young sovereign, and the Prime
Minister thought to himself that perhaps that was precisely what had allowed
her to succeed in the first place.
“If you insist, then I have nothing more to say on the matter,” Keskinel
conceded. “However, we have more to discuss. Present issues include the
Empire’s diminished military, the agenda of each province, and our alliance with
Natra.”
Lowellmina subtly reacted to that last word. Keskinel understood the deep
connection the Empress had with Natra, and that was precisely why that
subject couldn’t be ignored.
 “I believe the time has come to reconsider our alliance,” he stated.

At last, the day came for the Natra delegation to leave the Empire. Now that
everything was set, each member of the group felt a vague sense of melancholy
as they bade farewell to their temporary home during the recent trouble. Even
so, the thought of their true home waiting to the west lifted everyone’s spirits.
“My head is killin’ me…” Wein moaned as he writhed on the sofa.
“Didn’t I warn you not to go overboard?” Ninym asked exasperatedly. She
offered him a glass of water.
“Don’t blame me. They’re the ones who insisted I try different Earthworld
wines since I ‘won’t get another chance for a while.’”
The individuals in question were Glen and Strang, Wein’s friends who now
served as Lowellmina’s vassals. They’d met with him the other day. Ninym had
elected not to join, since there were departure preparations to see to, and
she’d thought a bit of male camaraderie would do Wein good. The sight of him
in his present state left her wondering if she should’ve come along, however.
“All the same, a hangover means you had too much,” Ninym stated bluntly as
she poked Wein’s cheek with her index finger. “Will you be able to ride like
this? We’d be the laughingstock of the world if you drunkenly fell off.”
“I’ll manage…”
People fell from their steeds all the time. Picking yourself up and laughing it
off wasn’t so terrible. There was always a risk of injury or death, though. A delay
in their departure because Wein failed to sober up would earn him plenty of
mocking.
“There’s still some time, so let’s just get you as close to ‘normal’ as possible,”
Ninym said.
“Fwaaah.” Wein yawned wearily before emptying the glass of water.
“By the way, how were those two?” Ninym asked, hoping to distract him.
“They seemed well enough. We couldn’t have polished off all that wine
together otherwise.”
 “I’m glad to hear it.”
During the war, Lowellmina, Glen, and Strang had each belonged to different
factions and showed no mercy. When Ninym considered how one or all of them
might have perished, it was a relief to hear the three were still friends.
“Even though those guys lost and serve Lowa now, they complained she’ll
probably make ’em do all the crazy stuff,” Wein said.
“I have no doubt about that,” Ninym agreed.
Moving the Empire forward meant Lowellmina couldn’t afford to hold back.
Naturally, this meant she’d work reliable friends like Glen and Strang to the
bone. Ninym broke into a small smile at the mental image.
“Nonetheless, it will be all worthwhile. A new Empress, a new era… It’s now
up to Lowa and her vassals whether they’ll leave a mark on history for better or
for worse,” Ninym added.
Wein nodded. “You got that right. Knowin’ those guys, they’ll do just fine and
stabilize the Empire.”
For most, Lowellmina’s abilities as Empress were an unknown variable.
However, Wein understood her passion, ambition, patriotism, and support
network. Barring some natural disaster, these factors guaranteed that the
Earthworld Empire would flourish under Lowellmina’s rule.
“Still, that’s not necessarily great for Natra,” Wein mused.
Ninym lamented this as well. A stable Empire was a welcome change for its
citizens, but over in the West, the revival of an Eastern superpower was an
obvious threat. This was particularly true of Earthworld since the previous
emperor had had broad expansionist policies and made no effort to hide his
hunger for the West. With the civil war over, the West anxiously wondered if
those desires would return.
Even Natra, the Empire’s ally, couldn’t afford to be complacent. It was
common knowledge that the small northern nation’s initial alliance with
Earthworld was meant to last only until the latter’s invasion of the West.
However, those plans had fizzled out, owing to the previous emperor’s
unexpected passing. The alliance itself survived, but its continued existence
seemed precarious.
“Everyone knows Natra supported Lowa early on,” Ninym said. “If our alliance
falls apart now, people will question the Empress’s abilities, and Earthworld’s
anxious vassals will start jumping at shadows again.”
It was true. Wein and Lowellmina often clashed in pursuit of their own self-
interests, but that was only behind closed doors. To the general public, they
were thick as thieves. If Earthworld recklessly abandoned Natra, everyone
would surely accuse Lowellmina of straying from the path of righteousness.
Furthermore, her subordinates, upon witnessing such treatment of a longtime
ally, would fearfully wonder if they were next. Since most had sworn fealty to
their new sovereign only recently, the unease would spread like wildfire.
Thus, the general consensus was that the Empire ought to reward Natra for
its assistance, regardless of Lowellmina’s feelings.
“Strang said it best,” Wein said. “Lowa needs to wow ’em all at once if she
wants to demonstrate the Empire’s post-war military strength.”
Ninym looked conflicted. “That’s…”
The fires of Earthworld’s civil war had been quelled, but its embers yet
smoldered. If Lowellmina displayed any weakness, the flames would rise again.
She needed to show the world that the Earthworld Empire had returned to its
former glory and wouldn’t be an easy target. Strang had mentioned earlier that
Natra was an easy stepping stone to that end.
“…We can’t discard all that Natra has done for the Empire, though. Any
invasion would need justification,” she finished.
“If there isn’t a reason, they can always make one up,” Wein replied with a
smile. “Don’t forget that we’re playing nice with the West, too. The Empire can
say whatever it wants. True or not, you’d be amazed how fast people will buy
into any idea of justice.”
“How heartless…”
It was unclear whether Ninym’s comment was directed at the people or
Wein’s opinion of them.
 Regardless, there was no denying Natra couldn’t afford to rest on its laurels.
“We need to avoid whatever trouble might come up,” Wein explained. “It’s
why I used this trip to get friendly with as many big shots as possible.”
Natra needed to maintain a few allies among the Empire’s elite to help fight
against future anti-Natra policies. These political objectives would meet no
resistance if no one came to the smaller nation’s defense, but some backlash
would delay any Imperial decisions long enough for Natra to negotiate.
“There’s no telling how far that will take us,” Ninym argued.
“Yep, that’s the kicker. I could easily deal with any surprises if I stayed here,
but—”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve been away from home long enough.”
“No kidding.” Wein smirked. “Well, there’s always the chance we’re worried
over nothing. Right now, our only real option is to head back as planned and
hope nothing happens.”
“…You’re right.” Ninym sighed quietly and stood slowly. “Do you feel any
better yet, Wein?”
“Enough.”
“In that case, I’ll let everyone know we’ll be departing soon.”
Ninym left the room. With no one else around, Wein muttered to himself as
he prepared to do the same.
“A new Imperial Empress, the West is on high alert, Eastern and Western
Levetia harboring secret ambitions, and the kindled embers of my own
nation…” His mouth twisted into a smile. “I really do wonder if this can end
quietly…”
And so Wein’s delegation left for Natra. Little did its members know that the
unprecedented trouble on the road ahead would define their nation’s history.
 What in the world is this boy?
That was Ninym’s only thought as she gripped her knees in a corner of the
expansive parlor.
The boy in question was Wein, who read silently in the middle of the room.
“Do as you please.” Those were Wein’s exact words after Ninym had
stumbled out of the forest and into his villa. Then, seemingly considering his
duty fulfilled, Wein had turned away to return to his book. He ignored Ninym
without sparing her a single glance.
What should I do?
She was the one who’d appeared out of nowhere and been allowed to stay in
the manor when she normally would’ve been forced back outside. For her to
offer a complaint now would be outrageous. Yet she had no idea what to do
now that she was left to her own devices.
He said his name is Wein Salema Arbalest…
Almost everyone in Natra knew that name, and naturally, Ninym was no
exception. After all, only one person in the whole nation carried that moniker.
That made the situation feel only more incomprehensible.
If his claim is true…why are we the only ones here?
Everything from the manor itself to Wein’s attitude and clothing spoke of a
noble lineage. However, if what Ninym had heard was correct, Prince Wein
would never read alone in the middle of a forest or casually invite a suspicious
visitor inside.
Ninym had to wonder if this boy was actually someone else.
Suddenly, a sound came from the entryway. Footsteps. Ninym was quick to
hide herself upon sensing this new arrival’s approach.
“I’ve returned, Your Highness.”
The young man was about ten years Ninym’s senior. His face looked gentle,
but his tall, muscular build was evident from a single glance. Perhaps he was a
guard.
More importantly, what did he just say?
“I was able to catch a deer, so I’ll prepare dinner soon… Oh?”
The man, having noticed Ninym’s presence, looked her way. His expression
betrayed caution for this new visitor but also confusion over the fact that she
was a child. He turned to Wein for answers.
“Apparently, she was lost in the woods,” Wein stated plainly.
“Out in a backwater—I mean, secluded place like this?” Although still
bewildered, the man slowly knelt to meet Ninym on her level. “I am Raklum, a
soldier of the Kingdom of Natra. May I ask your name, young lady?”
“…I’m Ninym,” she replied timidly.
Raklum smiled. “Such eyes and hair tell me you are of the Flahm. What brings
you so deep into the forest? Does your family know you’re here?”
“Um…well…”
Ninym had entered the woods for a reason but refused to explain. She
couldn’t, even if it meant being cast out for suspicious behavior.
““…””
Ninym wouldn’t answer, yet Raklum had a responsibility to ask. The conflict
between them formed a tangible silence.
The light pap of a closed book cut the tension.
“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. Just drop it, Raklum.”
Raklum was quick to express his disapproval. “But, Your Highness, we can’t
possibly—”
“It’s not like she’s an assassin. Besides, it’s almost dinnertime.”
“…” Despite his perpetual grimace, Raklum relented and sighed. “In that case,
I shall prepare our meal. Please wait here for a moment, but do not set your
expectations too high. It will be quite modest fare.”
 “That’s fine.”
Raklum turned on his heel to leave, but Ninym called out, “Um…”
“Hm? Ah, worry not. I’ll set aside a portion for you as well.”
“Th-thank you. But there’s something else…” Ninym turned to Raklum. “You
called that boy ‘Your Highness.’ Does that mean…?”
Raklum gave a look that said, Oh crap. Unfortunately, it was too late to fool
Ninym. After a brief internal meltdown, Raklum answered, “I cannot say much,
but…the truth is as you presume.”
“I knew it. He’s…”
Wein Salema Arbalest was the name of Natra’s crown prince. This young man
standing before Ninym was heir to the Natran throne.
“…”
Just then, a thought struck her. Why was the prince in a remote location with
only Raklum? Whatever the reason, this presented her with an opportunity.
“Um, I can help in the kitchen. Please, I insist. I’ll do whatever you ask and
tend to the prince’s daily needs,” Ninym said. “So…might I stay here for a
while?”

Natra’s royal capital of Codebell was presently on the rise, but at one point, it
had been impossible to believe such a desolate town could serve as the nation’s
capital. This had been due to its location near the northernmost tip of the
continent and hostile relations with the West.
However, Wein’s ascension to regent changed everything. Natra quickly
repelled foreign invaders, expanded its territory, and formed diplomatic
alliances. Moreover, this momentum brought people to Natra in droves. An
upward spiral of new immigrants was established, and Codebell soon became a
vibrant hot spot.
“Wow, it’s like a whole different town,” one person remarked.
“You ain’t kiddin’,” said another. “The population and economy are boomin’.
We never could’ve imagined this back when we were kids.”
 Most citizens favored the change, but unsurprisingly, the additional
foreigners, trouble, and disruption to their daily lives frustrated some. Still,
Natra clearly flourished under Wein’s rule, so the changes were mostly
welcomed.
“Come to think of it, His Highness the Crown Prince will be returning to Natra
soon.”
“Oh yeah. He was in the Empire, right? Prince Wein is always runnin’ off to
one country or another.”
In the citizens’ eyes, the royal family stood on a different plane of existence.
Most believed they resided within a brilliant world too fascinating and dazzling
for common folk to conceive of. Nevertheless, news tidbits did occasionally
leak, so everyone was vaguely aware of Wein’s frequent excursions.
“I’m sure takin’ over for His Majesty ain’t easy, but Prince Wein oughtta put
his feet up once in a while.”
“Yeah, but there’s really nothin’ for it. Prince Wein’s global politics have
breathed new life into Natra.”
Wein’s numerous accomplishments made it clear he wasn’t simply running
around the continent to fulfill his wanderlust. However, he was also a leader
whose presence in the homeland set Natra at ease. This left people conflicted.
However, they remained confident in their nation’s new trajectory.
“Hey, no worries. Now that Natra’s got a backbone, we won’t be shaken so
easily.”
Natra had been clawing its way higher for several years, the citizens enjoyed a
new sense of pride and faith in their kingdom, and Wein was not the only
symbol of those feelings.
“Besides, we’ve got another reliable leader while Prince Wein is away.”
Yes, a second individual had captured the public’s heart and become their
anchor.
And that person was…
“Here you go, Falanya.”
 “Yay! Thank you, Nanaki.” The princess happily accepted the food from her
servant. “Mmm! It’s delicious!”
Falanya munched on her boiled egg. The simple, poorly seasoned thing paled
in comparison to the palace’s lavish cuisine, yet to a sheltered young
noblewoman like Falanya, the very idea of food from an outdoor stall gave it a
rustic flavor and charm beyond compare.
Indeed, Falanya was not currently in the palace but standing on a crowded
thoroughfare in the castle town.
“Don’t let your guard down. You never know what might happen out here,”
Nanaki cautioned as he watched his mistress eagerly nibble the egg.
“Yes, I know. Still, this disguise should be enough to keep me hidden,” she
replied.
Falanya certainly looked unlike herself. Her hairstyle was different, and she
wore plain clothing that allowed her to blend in. Her natural elegance was
impossible to mask, but any normal stranger would only think to themselves,
What a nice young lady.
She’d stick out like a sore thumb to anyone who paid close attention to the
princess. Even clueless thieves would think her the daughter of a noble family
and harbor ideas of easy prey. Falanya had been forewarned, of course, but
how well she heeded such advice was a separate issue.
Just as Nanaki wondered if a minor threat might prompt his lady to be more
cautious and therefore be to her benefit, Falanya gave him a radiant smile.
“Besides, you’re here with me, Nanaki. I have nothing to fear.”
“…”
“Um, why are you making that face? Have I annoyed you?”
“…I’m more annoyed with myself.” This was true. A single smile from Falanya
had so easily left him speechless. “All right. What next, Falanya? We’ve still got
time to walk around, but…”
“Hmm…” The princess fell into contemplation when Nanaki changed the
subject. They were here only because of her request.
 “I want to visit the castle town and observe the people.” That was what she’d
said out of the blue several days ago.
Needless to say, her attendants and advisors had immediately expressed
reluctance. A noble among the masses—the public would relish such a story.
However, it was any guard’s worst nightmare. Falanya was also an elite among
the elite and one of Natra’s top three leaders. Heads would quickly roll if she
suffered even the most minor scratch, yet assigning a guard retinue made it
difficult for her to travel unnoticed. Thus, everyone agreed that such an
excursion was too dangerous for the princess and suggested Falanya instead
send servants in her place if she wished to better know the people.
Falanya had remained uncharacteristically insistent, though, and ultimately,
the vassals were forced to yield to her demand. After disguising herself as best
she could, Falanya had left with Nanaki, along with a few guards, who kept their
distance.
“……”
As her protector, Nanaki thought their covert investigation had gone well thus
far. The objective of their outing wasn’t what worried him, though.
“Hey, Nanaki, has the town always been like this?”
“Lately. Although the main road wasn’t as busy before.”
Falanya watched passersby as she spoke with Nanaki.
Most of the officials involved considered this nothing more than a leisurely
stroll born from the whims of their gentle princess. And they weren’t
necessarily wrong. Falanya thought it would be a good way to relieve her recent
stress, but very few knew the truth of what actually troubled her.
“…Thanks to my brother, Natra has prospered,” she muttered.
How much emotion could one whisper hold?
Falanya had yet to explore the town for even half a day. She didn’t
understand every facet of the citizens’ lives. Like her servants had said, she’d
gain a more complete picture by reading their gathered reports.
The princess was acutely aware of this, but she still wished to view things in
person. She wanted to look upon this nation that she’d likely be responsible for
soon. If anything, this outing was a ceremony of sorts.
“…Let’s return to the palace, Nanaki.”
“You’ve had enough?”
“Yes,” Falanya replied, her mind set. “I’ve seen plenty. The rest…is up to me.”

The Flahm were a people known for their distinctive white hair and red eyes.
Their history was steeped in turmoil. After a generations-long enslavement,
they rose up and established their own prosperous nation. However, several
vengeful attacks on neighboring countries led to backlash that doomed the
Flahm country. The religion that would become the Teachings of Levetia quickly
branded the Flahm people as the descendants of demons, ushering in a new era
of cruel oppression.
This insufferable reality persisted even into the present day. Although the
Flahm of the past had surely meant well, the end result had been a torturous
bloodbath no one asked for.
Prosperity and stability were but distant dreams.
“…And I suppose we’ll soon face a new era of hardship,” a man in his prime
mumbled to himself as he slouched in his office chair.
He was Levan, one who bore the white hair and crimson eyes of the Flahm
and served as head of the Ralei family, who represented their people in the
Kingdom of Natra. About a century prior, a group of Flahm led by a man named
Ralei had arrived in Natra after years of wandering. They won the king over by
offering skills and knowledge acquired during their nomadic travels, and he
accepted the Flahm as citizens—an unthinkable development in the West,
where the Flahm suffered endlessly under the crack of a whip.
However, that hadn’t been enough to set Ralei and his people at ease. For all
the king’s benevolence, Natra’s vassals and citizens carried deep prejudice
against the Flahm. Unless their opinions changed, it was only a matter of time
until Ralei’s group was chased out.
For the next century, the Flahm entirely devoted themselves to Natra and
continued to prove their value. Thanks to this, present-day Flahm enjoyed lives
of freedom in Natra. Their place in the nation was a priceless crystallization of
many years of work.
Regrettably, it seemed as though that delicate peace would soon crumble,
thanks to none other than the Flahm themselves.
“A Flahm nation? After all this time?”
Hopeful whispers of independence and a new homeland were spreading
among Natra’s Flahm. They had once established their own country, and the
legend of it burned within every Flahm soul. It was their dearest wish to rebuild
someday.
Reality was not so kind as to merely allow it, though. Everyone knew this. And
with no other alternative, they could only pray for a better future that might
never come.
—Until now.
“Ninym will soon return. And then…”
They’d come to a crossroads. Levan could feel it.
The Flahm’s history was well-intentioned yet intensely bloody. Would they
reach their lofty goal this time? Levan brooded, searching for the answer in an
empty room.
Wein’s delegation arrived in Natra several days later.

The vassals greeted the returned party with great enthusiasm. The delegation
had officially visited the Empire to meet Ernesto, the leader of Eastern Levetia.
Unfortunately, it had been dragged into Earthworld’s civil war and wound up
assisting with Empress Lowellmina’s rise to the throne. Although the vassals
knew everyone was safe, thanks to letter correspondence, they were relieved
to confirm the truth with their eyes.
This was no cause for Wein to be complacent, though. Lowellmina’s
coronation had stirred things up on the continent. Between reviewing intel
gathered in the Empire, hearing what had transpired in his absence, meeting
with dignitaries who’d been left waiting, and keeping the citizenry at ease, the
list of tasks was endless.
“Phew…I can finally take a breather.” Back in his familiar palace office, Wein,
who’d finished his work for the moment, threw himself on the sofa in a show of
exhaustion. “Life over there wasn’t half bad, but there’s no place like home.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Ninym replied from beside him. She’d usually correct
Wein’s slovenly appearance immediately, but after the stress and fatigue of
their long trip to the Empire and catching up on all the missed work, Ninym was
feeling lenient.
“I’d say we deserve a little vacation, Ninym.”
“And how long would this ‘little’ vacation be exactly?”
“Half a year maybe?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Wha?!” Wein cried as Ninym instantly shot him down. “Come on! I’ve been
working really hard! I deserve a lazy day!”
“Half a year is still out of the question. We’ve finished today’s responsibilities,
but there will be plenty more tomorrow.”
Like the ocean’s ebb and flow upon the shore, no one could stop it. Sure, you
might succeed if you drank the entire ocean, but such a feat was beyond mere
mortals.
“Sigh. I love free time, but the feeling is never mutual,” Wein mumbled
nonsensically.
Ninym watched her liege in exasperation. “Well…I suppose a week wouldn’t
hurt.”
Wein’s surprise and excitement were visible. “What winds doth blow this
way?”
“Don’t make such a big deal. I just mean that Natra can afford it right now,
thanks to Princess Falanya,” Ninym said. “It looks like she and the vassals really
did their best while we were away. We’re still checking the reports, but there
haven’t been any issues so far. Even if you took some time off, they should be
able to handle everything.”
“I see. In other words, I can gradually leave the work to them and kick my feet
up.”
“However you look at it, a brother who dumps his responsibilities on his little
sister is the absolute worst.”
“I just want to see her grow up strong.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Wein’s shenanigans earned him a scowl from Ninym.
“This isn’t just about moral principles. Don’t you know what will happen if her
role as your substitute grows any larger?”
“She’ll probably shoot up and tower over me.”
“Wein, I’m being serious here.”
Just as Ninym took a step toward him, a hesitant knock tapped on the office
door.
“Do you have a minute, Wein?” Falanya, the very subject of their discussion,
suddenly stepped inside. Wein had already corrected his posture, and he
offered a magnanimous nod.
“Of course. What is it, Falanya?” he said.
“Um, I’d like to discuss something if you don’t mind.”
Those words alone revealed Falanya’s adoration for her big brother. Their
close bond was common knowledge, and Wein had just returned from a
prolonged stay in the Empire. Falanya’s lonely desire to make up for lost time
came as no surprise.
However, an odd feeling struck Ninym out of nowhere.
Princess Falanya…?
She was usually cheerful and energetic whenever she saw Wein, yet her
present expression swirled with confusion, fear, and anxiety. And there was
something else. Another dark, complex emotion kept her rooted, a tragic yet
firm resolve.
“Ninym.”
 Wein’s voice broke the Flahm out of her bewildered trance.
“R-right. I will prepare tea.”
“No need,” Wein replied. “But do give us a moment alone. It looks like
Falanya is hoping for a private conversation.”
“…?!”
Ninym was left speechless. Although she was Wein’s public and private
confidant, there were naturally occasions when he required privacy. However,
Ninym could not recall one instance where she was excluded from a
conversation between the two royal siblings.
Falanya surprisingly raised no objections. Ninym understood the princess had
an important matter to discuss with Wein, but normally she’d ask Ninym to stay
and provide sisterly support. Instead, Falanya simply stared at Wein and gave
no indication that she needed Ninym. The princess seemed to take no notice of
her. Falanya’s inexplicable behavior and motives confused Ninym more than
Wein’s unusual order.
“Ninym.” Wein called her name again.
“…Understood. Please excuse me.”
She quietly left the room after a bow, leaving the two most important figures
in Natra to themselves.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Wein asked in a rather pleasant tone.
His sister, on the other hand, responded with fiery determination, “Natra’s
future.”

Outside the room, Ninym gave a small sigh. What were they about to discuss
behind the heavy door at her back?
I know the princess has matured quickly these days, but…
Ninym loved and admired Falanya as both a princess and a younger sister.
Falanya likewise saw Ninym not as a mere servant but as an older sibling and
role model. They weren’t linked by blood, but Ninym took pride in their tight-
knit relationship and unspoken understanding.
 That had changed.
A sense of alienation throbbed in her chest, but it was presumptuous to
meddle in a conversation between royals. Unlike Wein, Ninym had failed to
detect the meaning behind Falanya’s odd behavior. So she stood in the hall and
stewed over her thoughts.
“You don’t look too good,” a voice suddenly called out beside her. When she
turned to face it, Nanaki had appeared out of nowhere.
“Nanaki, you…”
Ninym was about to ask, “You know something about this, right?” but
stopped herself. Wein or Falanya would share any vital information later. To
question Nanaki just because she felt excluded was spineless.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s…nothing.”
“Okay,” Nanaki replied without another word.
He usually shadowed Falanya, so his presence here had to mean he’d been
dismissed, too. However, unlike Ninym, Nanaki didn’t appear bothered in the
slightest. In retrospect, he alone stood unfazed even as Natra’s people
struggled to catch up with the rest of the world. Ninym envied his consistency.
While thoughts raced in her mind…
“There you are, Lady Ninym.”
…a human shadow approached her and Nanaki while they waited outside the
door. It was a Flahm official.
“Do you have some business with me?”
The man nodded. “Yes. The meeting of representatives will begin shortly. I
shall escort you.”
“A meeting?”
There was no need to ask for what purpose. Natra’s Flahm were well aware of
their tentative position and thus gathered periodically to secure a contingency
plan. However, Ninym regarded the official questioningly.
 “I wasn’t aware of any meetings today.”
The Flahm were traditionally assigned as aides to members of Natra’s royal
family, and their leader served by the king’s side. As Levan’s successor, Ninym
should’ve been informed of new gatherings immediately.
“Did you hear anything about this, Nanaki?” she asked.
“Does it matter?”
Right on cue. Despite his duties as aide to the crown princess, Nanaki had
zero interest in the Flahm’s dealings.
“You’ve been quite busy these days, Lady Ninym, so Master Levan has
handled certain matters.”
That makes sense, Ninym thought.
While in the Empire, Ninym had received word of suspicious activity among
Natra’s Flahm. She had intended to discuss the situation with Levan, but there
hadn’t been an opportunity even upon her return. After all, Ninym struggled
just to catch up on all the missed work. She’d managed to meet with Levan
once for a brief moment, but he simply said, “Please leave this to me.” Ninym
had complied since she already had enough on her plate, plus Levan was the
Flahm’s leader. However…
I haven’t received any reports, so the participants are probably still
deliberating.
…this suspicious Flahm activity was, in all likelihood, an independence
movement. Ninym had sensed the rising momentum earlier and opposed it
from the outset. Levan shared Ninym’s opinion, so she’d left the situation to
him. Had it been too much to handle? Ninym was still on the clock, but she
thought it would be wise to make a quick appearance and confirm the situation
firsthand.
“Understood. Let’s go.” Ninym turned to Nanaki. “I won’t be long. Please
guard Their Highnesses and tell Prince Wein where I’ve gone.”
“Got it.”
Ninym was still concerned about Wein and Falanya’s conversation, but the
Flahm couldn’t be ignored. She reluctantly headed to the assembly.

Every muscle tensed nervously as an icy chill washed over Falanya. She was
only talking to her brother, yet her heart hammered like an alarm. She struggled
to breathe and fought the urge to rush out the door.
However, that wasn’t an option. No one else was in the room, and she
wouldn’t allow herself to leave.
Resolve, she thought. That’s the only reason you’re here right now.
“Natra’s future, huh?” From his chair, Wein mulled over Falanya’s answer.
“An interesting topic, although a bit vague.”
Perhaps, but this was only the beginning. She’d get into the finer details soon
enough.
“Wein, Natra has flourished since you became regent.”
The annexation of Marden. Reconciliation with the West. An improved
relationship with the Empire. Thanks to Wein’s acumen, Natra enjoyed many
blessings. It was the undeniable truth.
“Our lands, people, and industries have flourished… The citizens respect you
for such benevolence and feel a sense of pride. Of course, I am no different.”
“Aww, you’re making me blush,” Wein replied with a smile. “That respect is
proof my civic abilities have been well received. I’m over the moon.”
“However,” Falanya cut in. “There is something else I came to understand
while acting as your substitute. It’s true you’ve brought great riches to this
nation, but many struggle to keep up the pace.”
Natra was developing at a remarkable rate, and countless citizens relished the
windfall. However, some had been left behind amid the radical changes.
“Yes, I’m aware of that,” Wein replied, unfazed by Falanya’s veiled criticism.
“Still, it can’t be helped. I can’t make every last citizen happy.”
“There’s a significant distinction between can’t and won’t,” Falanya asserted.
“The public regards you as a generous ruler, but once you see the whole
picture, it’s obvious the laws, tax system, customs, and industries you’ve
established promote competition and survival of the fittest.”
That was no coincidence. Wein had instituted those aspects deliberately. The
chill Falanya felt upon that realization still echoed in her heart.
“I love this country and wish nothing more than for everyone to live peaceful,
happy lives.”
Which was why Falanya had to ask her beloved brother the following
question.
“Wein, what do you think of Natra and its people?”

As soon as Ninym entered the meeting chamber, she was struck by the
room’s jumbled, bizarre atmosphere.
This is…
About twenty people sat in the room. They were usually locked in a heated
debate by now, yet no one said a word. Nevertheless, the intense atmosphere
persisted.
What could be the cause? As Ninym asked herself this and walked farther into
the room, all eyes suddenly fell on her.
“Oh, it’s Lady Ninym.”
“Now we can finally get somewhere.”
“Right this way, Lady Ninym.”
Everyone spoke with only the deepest awe and reverence. As the group’s
future leader and the crown prince’s trusted confidant, Ninym was an elite
figure among Natra’s Flahm. The attendees’ reaction wasn’t particularly odd,
yet Ninym experienced a powerful aversion.
She would learn why soon enough.
“Ninym!” Levan, the group’s current head, raced over to her. Concern swam
in his eyes. “Why have you come…?!” He spoke so no one else could hear, but
his voice held unmistakable tension.
“I’m as clueless as you are. I was told about today’s meeting and brought
here.”
It was the only answer Ninym could provide. Levan’s expression suggested
he’d hoped to keep her far from this. If so, did that mean the Flahm who’d
found her had acted against him?
“…I suppose there’s nothing for it now. Stay on guard.” Levan’s agitation was
palpable.
Ninym took her seat, and Levan sat next to her and addressed the room.
“Well, let us begin our usual meeting. Today’s topic of discussion is—”
As the group looked to Levan, a voice cut him off.
“Master Levan! What more is there to talk about?!” a young Flahm man
demanded.
Others were quick to offer their agreement.
“He’s right! We’ve already discussed everything under the sun!”
“If we miss this opportunity, there won’t be another!”
“Now is the time to fight for our independence!”
Ah, Ninym thought. It was just as she’d expected.
The Flahm’s greatest ambition, to create the utopia of their dreams, was the
height of idiocy.
“Such goals are unrealistic,” Ninym stated sharply.
The Flahm had suffered enough trying to establish and maintain their current
status in Natra. Why couldn’t this pack of hotheads understand they’d be
throwing that away?
No, that’s not our main concern. First, Master Levan and I must crush their
foolish enthusiasm once and for all.
The Flahm’s current leader and his successor could quell the majority if they
directly opposed the idea. Both had carefully encouraged peace in the past, but
it was time for more drastic measures. Ninym had nonetheless underestimated
them, and such action was long overdue.
 “Lady Ninym, you mustn’t think that way,” one attendee objected. “After all,
you are the heart of our fight for independence.”
Ninym frowned at this odd comment. She sensed the belief extended to
something beyond her role as the future leader of Natra’s Flahm. Which could
only mean…
!
A shudder raced down her spine. Ninym shot Levan an incredulous look, and
he nodded bitterly.
“Yes, the Founder,” another replied. “As a direct descendant of our great
Founder, Lady Ninym is the icon of our independence.”
 Ninym Ralei’s parents died in an epidemic, although she was too young to
remember. Natra’s tightly knit Flahm community ensured she never felt lonely,
though. No orphan was left behind, and everyone worked together to create a
supportive environment and educate children. The most promising students
were given the surname “Ralei” and sent to the royal palace to work for the
good of their people. The Ralei Family had been established a century prior, and
Ninym quickly blossomed within the organization. Other Flahm showered her
with love in place of her birth parents, and she enjoyed her days as a child.
However, Ninym had felt something was off. Her skills were remarkable
compared to her peers, and rumors assumed that she would one day serve the
newborn Princess Falanya. The thought made Ninym swell with pride and
confidence. However, that same excellence was the cause of so many peculiar
stares she received from adults.
At first, Ninym believed it was due to her talents, but she swiftly realized that
wasn’t the case. They saw beyond her skills. No ill intent hung in their gazes, yet
they also held more than mere affection. Their looks were complex and twisted
—like acts of worship.
Why did they treat her that way? Ninym felt lost and confused until the elders
summoned her one day.
“You carry the blood of the Founder.”
The Founder. The heroic, red-haired Flahm who’d established their kingdom.
His legend kept hope alive in the hearts of countless Flahm persecuted around
the world.
Now Ninym finally understood. People gazed at her with such worship and
adulation because her ancestry was practically divine.
She had one thought about this revelation.
Gross.
She was the descendant of a bygone hero. A Flahm of precious heritage.
That’s why everyone praised her.
It was completely ridiculous. If her lineage could be traced back so accurately,
surely the same was true of other Flahm. She had no doubt others carried a
connection to the Founder. The “direct descendant” part was suspicious, too.
The Founder’s line probably ended somewhere. The Flahm had likely decided to
pass off an unrelated child as his scion. No one bloodline could be expected to
last forever.
It’s disgusting…
If children Ninym’s age had revered her as a chosen one, she would’ve been
innocently delighted. However, all the praise came from adults, and their words
were paper-thin lies and delusions.
If Ninym was a true descendant, what would it change? Did the Flahm expect
her to make a castle out of thin air or resurrect the dead with a word?
Ridiculous. She was a child who possessed no such magical power.
It’s so revolting, I can’t stand it!
No one understood. They wholeheartedly believed the young girl was the
latest in a line of divine treasures passed down through the ages. As long as her
blood survived, the Flahm would rise again someday.
“Until our holy capital is rebuilt, Your Ladyship’s duty is to take care of your
health and carry on the bloodline.”
The ugly truth dawned on her.
To the Flahm, Ninym wasn’t human. Sham or not, she was only a vessel
meant to symbolize the Founder’s lineage.
Ninym fled the village that same day. She had no destination. Her only
objective was to escape. Eventually, a forbidden forest came into view…

Several days after Ninym had stumbled upon the mansion in the forest, she
rose before the birds, got dressed in her new bedroom, then hurried to prepare
breakfast and draw a bath. She had yet to learn the ropes, so the results were
admittedly clumsy.
 All the same, Ninym managed to finish and quickly made her way down the
hall. A man was waiting for her—Raklum.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” he replied.
Raklum was a Natran soldier and the mansion’s only guard. His position by the
door indicated its importance.
“The prince’s… His Highness’s bath and breakfast are ready.”
“Understood.” Raklum nodded and rapped lightly on the door beside him.
“Pardon me, Your Highness.”
Ninym watched Raklum disappear behind the door and waited. Although it
was plain fare, she’d put a lot of effort into breakfast and wanted Wein to eat
first while it was still hot. She stood patiently while wondering if Raklum and the
prince would ever come out.
The two appeared a few moments later, and Ninym gave an energetic bow.
“G-good morning!”
“Yeah,” the boy, Wein Salema Arbalest, answered flatly. He was the lord of
this mansion and Natra’s true crown prince.
“Um, your meal and bath are ready. Which would you like first?”
Ninym was certain the prince would choose the former. She’d only been
taking care of Wein for several days and knew very little about him.
Furthermore, his blank expression made him impossible to read. Even so,
Ninym had to constantly prove her usefulness if she hoped to stay.
Thus, Ninym did her best to glean Wein’s character. She didn’t get very far but
at least understood he was someone who preferred to eat first thing in the
morning.
“Guess I’ll take a bath first.”
Huh—?!
Ninym’s heart wailed as Wein defied her expectations. This was no time to let
a surprise unsettle her, though. Wein set out down the hall, and she hurried
after him.
I don’t get this boy at all…! She thought back to several days earlier and
recalled his behavior as she pleaded for refuge.
“I’m against it.” Raklum bluntly refused Ninym’s request. “Even if you are just
a child, I cannot allow someone of unknown lineage to remain by His Highness’s
side.”
He was absolutely right. If it had been anyone else, Ninym would’ve agreed.
“Your name is ‘Ninym,’ correct?” Raklum asked. “Might I assume you left
home to escape danger?”
“No, not exactly…”
The man’s concern of abuse was understandable. He was entirely mistaken,
though. Ninym was a cherished, priceless treasure. If she returned, she’d likely
be confined for her safety.
“In that case, you may stay here tonight. I’ll return you to your parents
tomorrow; I’m sure your family is worried. They’ll be upset, but fear not. I shall
do my best to ease the situation.”
Raklum’s practical, well-intended suggestion troubled Ninym. Had she run off
because of a fight with her parents or something similar, she would’ve already
given up. But that wasn’t the case. Ninym refused to become the Founder’s
vessel to perpetuate everyone’s selfish delusions.
But…
She’d left on impulse with no destination, and there were very few places a
child, particularly a Flahm, could go. Ninym couldn’t flee the country and didn’t
stand a chance outside civilization. If she had not found the mansion in the
woods, it would have been no surprise if she’d turned up dead a few days later.
Regardless, the Flahm would catch up to Ninym soon enough, even if she
moved between villages. Her people’s network in Natra alone was far-reaching.
Ninym’s back was to the wall. Her only options were to return home either
under protest or stand on her own two feet. Still, her emotions wav—
“Do you really want to stay here?” Wein asked, interrupting Ninym’s doubts.
 She gaped at him slightly, but the boy didn’t bother to repeat himself and
simply stared back. His expression was as undecipherable as a mask, but the
question was plainly no joke.
“Yes! Please, let me work here!” Ninym exclaimed eagerly.
“I see,” he said softly. “Okay, I’ll allow it.”
“Your Highness—” Raklum hastily tried to cut in, but Wein would not be
dissuaded.
“Raklum, I’ll expect you to train her.”
A mere soldier wouldn’t dare refuse his prince’s command.
“…Understood,” he replied solemnly. Raklum turned to Ninym. His gaze bore
no hostility, instead offering exasperation and admiration for this insistent
young girl. “Come with me. First, you’ll help me in the kitchen.”
“O-okay! I’m ready for anything!”
And thus began Ninym’s life as a maid. Frankly, she wasn’t much help in the
kitchen back then.
Ninym stood beside the freshly bathed Wein and waited on him attentively
throughout breakfast.
He’s always so indifferent…
She often thought as much of the prince as she observed him. Of course, her
current basic recipe repertoire of bread, meat, and vegetables couldn’t
compare to the palace’s diverse, elaborate meals. Wein chewed each dish
disaffectedly, without a single remark on how it tasted. Ninym couldn’t help but
wonder if he’d react similarly to a plate of dirt.
I wouldn’t say he’s difficult, though…
Ninym had wandered into the mansion lost and confused, yet Wein allowed
her to live and even work there. Objectively speaking, he was magnanimous.
However, Ninym felt something beyond goodwill in his presence. This prince
was truly an enigma.
“Pardon me, Your Highness.” Raklum appeared following a knock on the door.
“This just arrived from one of our spies.”
Wein accepted the sealed envelope, scanned its contents, and then
exchanged a few words with Raklum.
“It would seem the Imperial Court is uneasy.”
“Who’s on the move?”
“According to this report…”
From what Ninym could hear, it involved the Imperial Court.
“Will you return to the palace?”
“No, I’ll stay here for now. Let them know.”
“Understood…”
Wein turned to the girl, who’d been eavesdropping.
“Ninym.”
“Y-yes? Umm… Oh.”
Wein motioned to his dishes and silverware. Ninym hurriedly cleared them
away, bowed, and excused herself from the room. As she closed the door,
Ninym heard the conversation continue behind her. Was she dismissed because
the discussion involved sensitive information? Honestly, Ninym was clueless
about the situation but knew better than to stick her nose into it.
Afterward, Ninym washed the dishes then started on the housework and
laundry, all the while pondering what to prepare for lunch. Cleaning this vast
mansion by herself was a monumental task, but such extravagant furnishings
permitted no carelessness.
Now that I think about it, how did they manage until now?
Raklum couldn’t possibly have served Wein, run the household, and managed
outgoing and incoming goods and information on his own. The responsibilities
demanded at least three or four people, yet Raklum and Ninym were the only
staff members. Ninym had inquired about this before but had never been given
any details.
Just then, Raklum appeared at the other end of the corridor.
 “Sir Raklum.”
He looked up, emerging from a mire of his own thoughts.
“Ah, Ninym. Are you cleaning right now?”
“Yes. I’ll polish the mansion until it shines.”
“That’s the spirit. Don’t push yourself, though. His Highness said we can
prioritize the rooms in active use.”
“Understood! Still, I’ll do my very best!”
Ninym had asked to stay, so no task was too big. Raklum recognized her
innocent intention, of course, and didn’t chide her for it. Instead, he smiled
wryly and changed the subject.
“By the way, there’s no need to call me ‘sir.’ After all, I’m just a soldier.”
“But you serve His Highness…” Ninym didn’t understand the circumstances,
but Raklum was the prince’s sole attendant. Most would deem sir to be
appropriate.
“I have been by His Highness’s side for less time than you might think,”
Raklum confessed, shaking his head. “The prince summoned me out of the blue
only a short while ago. He said he planned to spend some time in this mansion
and put me in charge of day-to-day matters. At first, I thought that meant I
would command the guards and servants, but…it’s really just me.”
“Wow…” Ninym looked at Raklum curiously as he groaned. “Then, what was
your previous relation to His Highness…?”
“The prince had commended my sharp eye and intuition when he came to
observe Natra’s troops. I felt truly honored, and… Well, that’s about it. That’s
likely why he remembered me.”
In short, Prince Wein had brought a soldier he hardly knew into this forest
mansion, despite the potential inconvenience. By this point, Ninym suspected
Wein was more than just an eccentric. He was after something, though she
hadn’t the slightest clue what.
“Well, I can’t begin to guess His Highness’s intentions,” Raklum said humbly.
“Regardless, I shall remain forever loyal and diligent in my duties. Ninym, you
are also a citizen of Natra. Never forget your allegiance to Prince Wein.”
“O-okay!” she replied enthusiastically.
Raklum nodded and continued, “Pardon me for changing the subject, but…a
report has arrived concerning your village.”
Ninym’s shoulders tensed, shaking slightly. Running away hadn’t been
enough. Her life had returned to haunt her.
“It would seem everyone has been looking for you. They were relieved to hear
you’re safe, but you must reflect on the trouble you’ve caused.”
“I know…”
A suddenly enervated Ninym hung her head. She realized how much her
impulsive outburst continued to affect people.
“We’ve sent word that you are under a noble’s protection. Your kin insist on
sending someone to collect you right away, but…”
“U-um…”
“I know. You wish to remain here. Unfortunately, it will be rather difficult to
persuade them,” Raklum said with a note of concern. “Needless to say, you
cannot reveal that His Highness is practically alone in this forest, nor can we
invite anyone here. However, the other party will not back down until they
confirm your safety firsthand. Nothing is set, but our plan is to meet their
representative in a neighboring village.”
“I see…”
“In any case, I won’t let them take you by force. However, you must be the
one to change their minds. Prepare yourself.”
Ninym gave a tiny nod. Considering this was a predicament born of her
recklessness, Raklum was being awfully generous. It was fortunate that Ninym
had stumbled upon this manor in the woods.
“…Well, I’ve blathered long enough. My apologies for interrupting your work,”
Raklum said.
Ninym promptly shook her head. “N-no, not at all. Thank you for everything.”
 “You ought to thank His Highness,” the guardsman answered with a smile.
“I’m going out for a bit. Please watch over Prince Wein until I return.”
“Y-you can count on me!”
Raklum waved good-bye and left.
Change their minds…
She was supposed to speak with a Flahm representative. Who would it be?
Someone who knew her circumstances? Someone unfamiliar? Either way,
Ninym’s future was up to her.
Evading the issue wasn’t a solution. Ninym would have to return eventually.
Still, she wanted just a little more time to sort out her feelings.
She could spare no effort to end this. After all, His Highness had kindly
granted her refuge.
There’s no telling why he did, though…
Wein had intentionally settled deep in the forest with a single servant,
seemingly to be alone, yet he took in an unexpected stranger. His actions were
contradictory but made some kind of sense to him. Ninym had questions.
However, there was no one to provide answers.
“All right, I’ll clean this place top to bottom!”
Ninym turned her mind back to her work, lighting a fire in herself.

Then she woke up.

Another dream of the past.
Ninym rose slowly from bed and stretched her limbs. They had grown since
the time in her dream. Ten years had passed, so it was no surprise she didn’t
dream much of those days anymore, but today, one had bubbled up from the
depths of her memories.
It’s obvious why.
As Ninym dressed, she recalled the Flahm assembly from yesterday. As the
push for independence grew, its proponents called upon Ninym and the blood
of the Founder within her. To potential Flahm revolutionaries, she was an ideal
symbol. Whether or not she was a true descendant was irrelevant. Enough
people believed, or wished to believe, so it became the truth.
This has seriously gotten out of hand.
Only a select few within the Ralei Family knew that Ninym was a descendant
of the Founder. Not even Natra’s royals were privy to the well-kept secret. How
did such classified information spread among the Flahm? She doubted those
who guarded that information had revealed it to fan the flames of revolution.
Whatever the case, now that every Flahm knew a direct descendant of the
Founder was alive, Ninym would become their unwilling symbol. With all eyes
on her, it was no longer possible to covertly preserve the Founder’s unbroken
legacy. For those who watched over Ninym, it was a nightmare scenario.
Who among the few in the know had revealed the secret? Ninym would have
to dig deeper for answers and ask around.
“…I should get going.”
Ninym finished dressing and left her private bedroom. Through the door were
her personal quarters, which doubled as an office. As Wein’s aide, she had her
own rooms in the palace like the high officials. She did very little in her
chambers but sleep, though, owing to hectic days spent with Wein or running in
and out of the palace for one ministry or another.
Ninym passed through as usual, entered the hallway, and set out to meet not
with Wein, but another.
“Master Levan, it’s Ninym.”
“Ah, come in.”
She stepped inside to find Levan in his chair. These were his private quarters;
as Flahm leader and aide to the king, he, too, had been granted space in the
palace.
“My apologies for asking you to come so early.”
“It’s no trouble. I haven’t started work yet, so the timing is convenient,”
Ninym replied. “Let’s get straight to the subject at hand. What in the world
happened yesterday?”
“Right…” Levan groaned in dismay. “You must be aware that the call for
independence has been steadily growing louder among Natra’s Flahm.”
It was one result of Natra’s rapid development. A nation required larger
administration as it gained new territory, but Natra had historically been a tiny
northern settlement. The delights of progress and an influx of immigrants
wouldn’t conveniently offset its severe lack of resources.
Natra’s Flahm filled the gap. Thanks to their group education system and
established civil official program, the Flahm could be sent anywhere short on
personnel. However, Natra’s situation was so dire that even the extra support
was quickly exhausted. The Flahm had always taken care not to overstep their
boundaries or tinker with the balance of power, lest they draw the wrong
attention. However, they’d broken that tradition upon deciding to become
Wein’s go-to resource during his time stewarding the kingdom. The Flahm’s
efforts had undeniably paid off, as evidenced by their expanded interests and
firm place in Natran society.
Ninym had advised caution but made no attempt to criticize her people’s
enthusiasm. After all, she understood that the Flahm’s position and influence in
Natra hinged on their faultless reputation.
The real problem came later.
“I never thought a single stroke of success would make them so arrogant…”
Everything would’ve been fine if the Flahm had remained content to grow
alongside Natra, but self-restraint was a challenging request after such a stroke
of good fortune. Everyone hoped to take advantage of this opportunity to test
how far their dream could soar.
The dream of Flahm liberation.
“Independence is nothing more than a pipe dream, of course,” Levan said.
“Even the loudest know deep down that it’s not feasible. They’re just venting,
so to speak. We’ve been reasonably tolerant in order to prevent violent
outbursts, but—”
“The reveal of my heritage sparked fresh enthusiasm,” Ninym finished. Like a
gift from heaven, Ninym had suddenly appeared to answer the Flahm’s prayers.
She, however, felt more like a log on the fire and let out a deep sigh. “Do you
know who exposed me?”
Levan shook his head. “We’re looking into it but haven’t found anything yet.
They committed the deed and vanished without a trace.”
“How annoying.” Ninym clicked her tongue in irritation. Without a culprit, she
had nowhere to exact her rage. That was not to suggest she had no suspicions,
though. “Master Levan, this is most likely—”
“I know. It’s doubtful a random Flahm accidentally found out and decided to
share the news,” he replied, his expression solemn. “The culprit acted for a very
specific purpose.”
An attack, Ninym thought.
Someone must have orchestrated this to upset the Flahm’s position in Natra.
This wouldn’t end here. They would seek to urge on the revolutionists even
further.
“I highly suspect it may be someone who has contacted our youth and offered
support,” Levan said.
“The ‘backer’ from earlier…”
This mysterious benefactor had come up during the earlier meeting. Even the
biggest activists who saw Ninym as a symbol of independence had argued she
alone wouldn’t be enough. A mere symbol couldn’t replace basic essentials like
food, clothing, and shelter. Without those, failure was imminent. And yet the
Flahm youth still rallied behind Ninym and the legacy she represented. They
had support.
“Who could it be?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t met them yet,” Levan replied.
“Neither of us know this person even though you are our leader and I your
successor. Yet they’ve befriended the young, radical Flahm and gained their
trust. Perhaps they’re still laying the groundwork?”
“It looks like this trouble hasn’t spread beyond the Flahm yet.”
 “Considering the haste they’ve shown in advancing their plan, it would appear
they’re not concerned with stealth.” Ninym exhaled hard. Still, it would prove
difficult to track down the mastermind in time. Such an apathetic attitude
toward their involvement could suggest they carried a trick up their sleeve.
“We still need to work out the details, but I plan to meet with this benefactor
soon enough. I’d like you to join me, Ninym,” Levan said.
Ninym agreed to the request. As both an individual and the future leader of
the Flahm, she couldn’t refuse.
“To think the idea of independence would reawaken like this during my
tenure.” Levan sighed heavily, and Ninym sensed his exhaustion. He must have
gone to great pains to pacify their zealous brethren while she was away in the
Empire. She detected something else, however. Levan believed revolution was a
reckless notion, but he didn’t entirely despise the notion.
“Master Levan, I’ve stated this before, but I am against the idea of a Flahm
revolution,” Ninym stated, voicing her discomfort. “We have no military, no
justification, and no land. How will we achieve independence? Uniting under my
name won’t change anything.”
“With the rights and interests we’ve gained, it would seem our youth believe
the Flahm can acquire land and autonomy from Natra.”
“That’s ridiculous. It’s a hopeless plan,” Ninym argued. “Struggle as we might,
we’ll always be the ‘other.’ Our white hair and red eyes forever separate us
from the rest. If we settle in one area and keep to ourselves, we’ll quickly be
labeled a freakish minority.”
History had long proved that people often took out their pain and frustration
on smaller groups. To prevent themselves from becoming such victims, Natra’s
Flahm had to live each day as model neighbors.
“I’ve never once believed humanity blessed of infinite goodness. Minorities
like us must fight to squeeze in the margins. We need others to understand us,
so our best hope is to promote awareness and make a good impression.”
“I’d expect no less from an aide.” Levan’s tone carried no sarcasm. He spoke
from the heart and seemed to admire Ninym’s growth. “I also believe this push
for independence is foolhardy. For the sake of Natra and the Flahm, we should
remain model citizens. However…” A shadow crossed Levan’s face, but he
spoke again before Ninym could react. “The bigger question is how we can
realistically halt this movement. Your position has become quite precarious.”
“…Yes, the situation can no longer be ignored. We must pacify the Flahm by
any means necessary.”
But how? Ninym had a feeling her words would fall on deaf ears, and any
forceful attempt to silence the revolutionists would only fan the flames.
The pragmatic aide within her found the answer immediately.
The quickest method…would be my death.
The revolutionists carried high hopes for Ninym, their symbol. Her demise
would surely drop them into despair and crush their momentum for decades.
Regrettably, Ninym had no death wish, so that idea needed to be discarded.
“Ninym, I intend to gather other anti-revolutionists. Our protests will be
drowned out unless we unite,” Levan explained.
“In that case, I, too—”
“No, stay put. You’ve already expressed your disapproval, and the pro-
independence faction might act recklessly if you push harder. Your best bet is to
keep the dialogue open and convince everyone there is still room for
persuasion.”
Ninym reluctantly agreed.
A stampede of freedom-crazed Flahm. Fractures. Internal discord. She wanted
none of it.
“I’d like to keep this matter between us, so please do not discuss it with
anyone, Ninym. Even Prince Wein.”
“That’s—” Ninym began, but Levan cut her off again.
“This matter is extremely dangerous. It could even be considered treachery
against Natra. The Flahm’s growing influence has already captured the nation’s
attention. To avoid potential interference, we must hide all weakness.”
 Levan’s words were eloquent yet firm. “Ninym, I understand you are loyal to
Prince Wein. Yet at the same time, you wish for your people to be happy. Once
this is over, I will reveal all to His Highness, take responsibility, and step down as
leader. Until then, keep this matter to yourself.”
“…”
Ninym’s gaze wandered to the ceiling before she closed her eyes and frowned
for a little while. She tried to reconcile her frustration with the predicament.
When she couldn’t, she let out a heavy sigh.
“I am not His Highness’s only source of information. If he asks about it, I’ll give
an honest reply. Until then, I’ll say nothing.”
“That is enough. I appreciate it.”
Levan bowed his head, and Ninym quietly sighed again.

Ninym excused herself from Levan’s room and hurried to Wein to perform her
usual duties. The recent upsets in the Flahm were severe, but no worry excused
her from work. Ninym vowed to carry on as usual.
That didn’t last long, though.
“What’s up, Ninym? Why the long face?”
Ninym pursed her lips at Wein’s sudden question. “…There is contention
among the Flahm.” It wasn’t a lie. Since she was Wein’s aide, deceiving him was
unthinkable. Besides, he’d see straight through her. “There’s no need to worry.
Master Levan and I will handle it.”
Ninym concealed her bitter feelings behind a smile. It seemed to work, and
Wein’s reaction was lukewarm.
“A disagreement, huh? Well, Natra’s speedy progress has brought increased
reports of trouble across the country.”
“Exactly. It’s a shame that our prosperity hasn’t brought happiness to
everyone.”
Still, a bit of extra coin in people’s pockets doubtless solved a problem or two.
 The worst could be avoided so long as Natra’s good fortune persisted. A few
skirmishes might even lead to future harmony. How would a true period of
adversity affect the kingdom, though? Would it spell the end for the nation’s
windfall?
“Speaking of arguments, Falanya and I had an interesting conversation
yesterday.”
“Huh? Oh, come to think of it…”
Ninym had been preoccupied with the earlier meeting, but Wein’s talk with
his sister was also a matter of concern. It couldn’t have been too dire if Wein’s
indifference was any indication.
“Falanya declared war against me.”
“…What?” Ninym all but choked out the word.
And who could blame her?

“Arghhhhhh.”
While Ninym was stunned, Falanya was writhing on her bed.
“I can’t believe I said it… I actually told Wein…”
Falanya wailed as she suffered the agony of yesterday’s conversation over
and over.
“Can you please get over it already?” Nanaki asked tiredly from his spot
leaning against the wall.
Falanya wore her heart on her sleeve, which meant she had trouble getting
out of a slump. She’d done all she could to prepare herself for the talk with her
brother, yet she now anguished over it. She couldn’t carry on like this forever,
though. Falanya was only hurting herself.
“Do you regret yesterday?” Nanaki questioned.
Falanya went still. “I don’t,” she replied, her answer muffled by the pillow she
pressed her face into. “It was essential for me, Wein, and Natra.”
The memory of Wein’s response when she’d asked what he thought of Natra
and its people remained fresh in her mind.

“Have you been talkin’ to Zenovia?” he asked lightly despite Falanya’s serious
tone. “Politicians all think of the citizens differently. Some view them as cattle
or possessions. To others, they’re like adorable pets. In any case, most regard
the public as lesser. A politician’s authority, influence, and bloodline place them
above ordinary people, after all. But I’m different,” Wein explained. “I consider
us accomplices, Falanya.”
“Accomplices?” The unexpected word threw her off guard.
“Yes. The people are not cattle, possessions, or pets. Without them, we’re
powerless, our authority is revealed to be smoke and mirrors, and every noble
lineage becomes a sham. There is no hierarchy between politicians and the rest.
Our roles may be different, but we stand side by side.”
“…”
“Does that mean the two sides can get along as friends or kindred souls? The
answer is a resounding ‘no.’ Although we stand next to each other, the gap
between us is wide. Politicians cannot pay attention to each individual, and the
politicians’ troubles are too great for the masses to understand. One cannot
understand the other. They are neither master and servant nor friends.
However, something needs to connect them.
“The solution is mutual benefit, where each side can tip the scales. We take
any opportunity to make a profit, then abandon ship if things don’t pan out.
That’s what makes us accomplices. This intimate yet tenuous relationship
between legislators and the public is ideal, and I think both have a duty to
maintain it.”
Falanya sensed no lies in her brother’s speech. She had no choice but to
accept that Wein had spoken from the heart.
“So you’d allow the citizens to fight one another until the weakest are
eliminated?”
“That’s right. Competition makes a group stronger, smarter, and wealthier,
plus it keeps the politicians in line. This type of harsh surveillance is best for
everyone.”
Were such intentions noble-minded or pure arrogance? Most rulers opposed
the idea of strong, intelligent citizens who might threaten their power and
authority. This meant those in charge had to keep one step ahead, which
proved a considerable challenge.
Deep down, every politician sought a weak, docile, and efficient population.
However, Wein insisted he didn’t mind how strong and learned people became,
since it would lead to further prosperity. Anyone would’ve taken him for an
honest soul untainted by ego. And while it was true that Wein didn’t cling to
social rank, he also boasted absolute confidence. A million citizens could rise
against him, and he’d see them as no threat.
“That’s just like you, Wein…”
Finally, Falanya understood. A few years ago, she would have been
overwhelmed by her brother and unable to comprehend his words. She was
different now, though. Her studies and experiences allowed her to unravel his
argument.
Thus…
“Do you think I’m wrong, Falanya?” Wein asked.
“Yes, I do.”
…Falanya’s response was swift and true.
“Oh…?” Wein replied, his eyes wide. Surprise, curiosity, and delight danced in
his gaze. “Interesting. How so?” he questioned as if testing her. “You’re not just
saying that because you feel sorry for the people, are you?”
“Of course not.”
Previously, Wein would’ve been right. Falanya had pitied those unable to
keep up with Natra’s rapid progress. There was no denying that her brother’s
methods had uplifted the majority, though.
Falanya had fumbled after a way to refute Wein’s policies, perhaps even
prove him wrong. She’d pondered, searched, and investigated, then at last had
come to a conclusion.
 “It’s true your methods have empowered our people. Many will surely
flourish, but only for now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m talking about our current era. As Natra prospers, there will be demands
for greater strength as people grow acclimated to the new normal. We both
know firsthand how the systems of an era, culture, or society are ever-changing
and often drastic. Those needed in times of war differ from times of peace. That
strength might not be enough in the future.”
Falanya forced herself to remain resolute. “Wein, your policies focus on
survival of the fittest and specialization. They have served Natra well so far, but
there’s a dangerous chance we’ll fail to adapt to the next era and break apart.”
Adaptation was an organism’s first step to success, and excessive conformity
dulled that ability. A butterfly that drank only the bold, nutritious nectar of a
single flower would perish if that blossom did not grow after a change in
environment.
“You support those who have adapted, and I have no objection to that. I’ll
even agree that it’s necessary. However, everyone else still has value. When
change inevitably arrives, they’ll shine and uphold the nation.” Falanya paused
to collect herself. “Of course, reality isn’t so simple. Keeping citizens who would
otherwise be pushed out will increase the burden on society, and the strongest
will protest. We’ll have to keep them in check, but that’s what wealth and
politicians are for.”
As Natra’s fortune rose, it gained the ability to aid the downtrodden. Well-
adjusted citizens would undoubtedly scorn those efforts and all who benefited.
It was only a matter of time until people with superior positions, abilities, and
achievements created their own societal hierarchy within the non-ruling
populace.
“The only ones who can act as a link between the haves and have-nots are
rulers who oversee millions and chart the course for the next century,” Falanya
declared with confidence. “This isn’t about compassion. It’s a necessary effort
to guarantee the future of our nation. To watch in silence as that promise
disappears is nothing more than negligence!”
 Falanya’s shoulders heaved as she finished, and Wein clapped lightly in
admiration for his sister.
“Wow, Falanya. I never expected such a detailed answer.”
He smiled, but Falanya stared at him sternly. She’d normally lift both hands in
delight at his praise, yet she found herself wondering how much sincerity there
was behind that grin.
“Come on, don’t make that face. It’s an honest compliment. You’ve really
learned a lot,” Wein said. “Which means you know, right? You know why I can’t
accept your philosophy.”
“…”
Of course she did. Wein could recognize her proposal but never accept it.
Falanya spoke to the fate of Natra and its people, whereas Wein spoke only of
the latter.
The reason was obvious—Wein had absolutely no attachment to Natra itself.
“Like you said, Falanya, a cooperative framework is essential if we’re to use
the riches gained from our more flexible citizens to support the rest. One
village, town, nation, and people. It’s the only way citizens will agree to share
the wealth. But why plan so far ahead?” Wein asserted. “Sure, our strength
might fail us someday. But if Natra is destroyed before we can find new power,
doesn’t that just mean it was our time?”
“…”
She understood what Wein meant. Her brother was an advocate of total
individualism, where everyone contributed to society as they chose.
It was an apt position for someone like her brother who, despite his noble
bloodline, laughed off the idea of inherited power and insisted anyone could be
king. To Wein, Natra was not a land of eight hundred thousand citizens, but
eight hundred thousand individuals. A kingdom was a mere disposable
container.
“A unified body isn’t meant only to assist the unfortunate,” Falanya
countered, already aware of her brother’s feelings on this subject. “Standing
beside one’s comrades under the same flag bolsters the heart, contributes to
societal advancements, and serves as a pillar in times of hardship. Whenever
people come together, the impossible becomes possible. Even if someone
falters for a moment, others will protect them until they’re back on their feet. A
kingdom is a precious connection between many and the key to our future. I
can’t permit such ridicule, even from you!”
“In that case,” Wein began, “permit me to say one more thing, Falanya.”
“Ngh…”
“When two sides cannot agree who should hold one seat, a certain
declaration is inevitable.”
Falanya had hoped to avoid this, but the die was already cast. Neither she nor
Wein would be swayed. He was right. What came next was inevitable.
“I love Natra and its people. I want them to lead full, happy lives in our
kingdom for many years to come. However, that will never happen under your
rule, Wein. Someone like you, who considers everyone an accomplice, will one
day become an enemy of the kingdom. And so I…”
She took a breath.
“I will surpass you and rule Natra.”
Wein broke into a triumphant smile.
“Marvelous. You have my full support, Falanya.”

“And that’s the story.”

As Wein finished, he nodded in satisfaction. “Ah, they grow up so fast. The
little Falanya I know now exists only in my memories. How bittersweet.”
The delivery of this news had left Ninym dumbstruck.
“I—I can’t believe Princess Falanya would do such a thing…” This was the last
problem they needed. As Wein’s close aide and a citizen of Natra, Ninym knew
a messy inheritance dispute like the Empire’s would be the worst sort of
nightmare. “We must urge Princess Falanya to change her mind immediately!”
 “I doubt she’ll listen. Falanya wouldn’t make a half-hearted bid for the
throne.”
 “That…that’s true! But still!” Needless to say, this dire twist of events had
shattered Ninym’s usual composure. “How can you be so calm, Wein?!”
He acted as though removed from the situation, yet it had everything to do
with him. Wein seemed no more bothered than if he’d been kissed by a gentle
breeze. Ninym hadn’t meant to shout at him for it, but…
“Because I’ll win.”
“…!”
Ninym gasped when he answered with plain, perfect confidence.
“Calm down for a second and think it over, Ninym. Do you honestly believe I
might lose?”
“Well…”
It was inconceivable. Wein and Falanya had different policies, but Wein was
clearly an effective leader. He saw to his people’s needs, treated his civil and
military officials well, and even boasted a list of accomplishments domestic and
abroad. He was the antithesis of ineptitude.
Of course, Wein believed anyone at all could run the show. This was just his
strange way of avoiding an angry mob, but for those unaware of his hidden
motivations, Wein was the ideal prince. A small percentage supported Falanya
because they either disagreed with Wein’s policies or considered him
dangerous. However, their numbers posed no threat to his rule.
“It’s impossible, right? I doubt she’ll even manage to whip up an army, and a
clumsy attack will mean the end of her uprising. For now, I’m content to quietly
stand ready as I watch Falanya’s progress.”
“…”
Upon further consideration, Ninym realized that Wein was right. She’d
overreacted a bit. Despite Falanya’s bold declaration, her support base was
weak. Moreover, the princess was a pacifist by nature and surely wanted to
avoid a vicious power struggle. Since Wein was her opponent, he really only
needed to placate his rebellious little sister.
Despite Wein’s reassurance, Ninym’s heart remained uneasy.
 Wein…
Falanya couldn’t win. That much was certain. So why did Ninym remain so
anxious?
The answer was her master sitting before her.
Will this really be okay?
Was it a trick of her nervous mind or intuition born from years of experience?
Ninym sensed an ulterior motive behind Wein’s claims. She hoped it was her
imagination, but she knew he might be hiding something from her.
“What’s wrong, Ninym?”
“It’s nothing.”
Ninym shook her head and gazed at the man she’d known since childhood. At
that moment, he radiated the same bizarre aura as when they’d first met in the
forest mansion.
 Ninym’s days in the forest mansion continued. Although always inscrutable,
Prince Wein was never irrational, and she grew accustomed to his aloof
demeanor. She still fumbled at work, but Raklum offered constant support. In
short, her new life was rather lovely.
Still, Ninym couldn’t deny a murkiness in her heart. Her recent comforts
served only to deepen the unpleasant shadows.
“Both sides have come to an agreement. Tomorrow, someone from your
village will confirm your health.”
Raklum’s announcement solidified her phantoms.
“I’ve rented a room in a nearby town that will be our meeting place. I’ll
accompany you, but I believe you should be the one to persuade them if you
wish to remain here.”
Young Ninym had chanced upon work and shelter after running away without
a word to anyone. The northernmost kingdom of Natra was a dismal land
spurned even by thieves and kidnappers, but that wasn’t to say all its people
harbored pure intentions.
Ninym was fortunate to have avoided trouble so far. Wein and Raklum
wouldn’t object if she wished to be escorted back to her home with the Flahm.
Only Ninym’s selfishness kept her here. These tranquil days forced her to look
at the hard truth.
What do I want?
She’d constantly asked herself this question while in the mansion but still had
no answer. And now, time was up.
“I understand your hesitation,” Raklum said. “However, they will only grow
more concerned if nothing is done. Whatever the end result, at least prove you
are alive and well.”
Ninym nodded.
“Furthermore, His Highness shall join us,” the guardsman added.
 “Prince Wein will?”
“Forgive me, but I am reluctant to leave His Highness alone for your sake.
Upon review of the matter, the prince decided this was for the best.”
Raklum was the mansion’s only guard, so he could protect only one of the
children at a time. Wein was naturally his highest priority. It would be
presumptuous of Ninym to consider herself on the same level. She was grateful
for their company nonetheless. Still, she thought it would’ve been better if
Wein had brought more guards with him.
“In any case, you needn’t worry about His Highness or myself. Focus on you.”
“…I understand.”
Raklum’s suggestion raised old questions.
What did Ninym want to do? Would she know by tomorrow?

The trio departed as planned on the following day. Thanks to a hectic work
schedule, Ninym hadn’t left the mansion since she first arrived. The forest’s
vastness dawned on her as they walked along the path, and she realized just
how lucky she’d been.
After a while, they reached the edge of the forest, where a splendid horse-
drawn carriage awaited them.
“Sorry for the wait.”
“Not at all.”
Raklum spoke briefly with the man who’d brought the horses, then glanced
behind himself.
“Your Highness, Ninym, please step inside.”
“Me? A-are you sure it’s all right?”
Raklum chuckled. “Do you plan to walk there?” He mounted a horse not
hitched to the carriage.
Wein climbed in, and Ninym hastily followed suit. The courier was also
apparently their coachman.
 “Right, let’s be off,” Raklum announced.
Soon, the carriage was on its way.
“Wow…”
Ninym had never ridden in a coach before and felt instantly overwhelmed.
The sway of the portable room was a foreign sensation. She’d heard carriage
rides were bumpy, but the high-quality cushions or some unknown device
absorbed most of the shock.
Ninym leaned forward to admire the passing scenery but quickly remembered
she wasn’t alone.
“P-pardon me. I got carried away.”
“It’s fine,” Wein replied crisply.
Ninym sheepishly sat back down. His coldness might’ve once been mistaken
for disfavor, but experience had taught her that Wein’s words were sincere.
“…Um, Your Highness?”
“What is it?”
“Well, I just wanted to thank you for everything.”
She had no idea why a prince like Wein lived in the middle of nowhere, but
whatever the reason, he’d rescued her in several ways. Ninym couldn’t begin to
express her gratitude, and yet…
“You asked, and I agreed. That’s all.”
Another brusque response. She’d expected no less, but Ninym quietly sighed.
It made sense, of course. As the unilateral recipient of Wein’s generosity, she
really had no right to complain.
All the same, Ninym’s feelings were mixed. Such an underwhelming reaction
made her thankful heart feel like a pebble on the roadside.
What was his motivation?
“…Your Highness, did you help me out of noble obligation?” she asked
abruptly.
 If Wein’s charity had been born out of a privileged duty to aid the
unfortunate, she could understand why he’d freely do so without
compensation.
However, Wein blindsided her.
“Noble?” repeated the boy whose lineage was the greatest in all of Natra. He
acted as if she’d suddenly spoken in a foreign tongue, then he gave a small
smile. “Hmm. ‘Noble,’ huh? Is that what this looks like? I suppose it’s
reasonable to think as much.”
“Um…”
Flustered by her first glimpse of the prince’s brief, inexplicable smile, Ninym
anxiously wondered if she’d said something wrong. However, Wein continued
unaware.
“People have desires and fantasies. Things they want to have or be. I can
grant both. That’s why.”
“Uhhh…”
Ninym’s confusion deepened. She mulled over his words for a few moments,
then timidly replied “Then…you helped me because I asked?”
This made Wein sound like benevolence personified, but she could tell there
was more left unsaid. At first, Ninym thought it might be akin to noble
obligation after all, but that felt off the mark.
“Make of it what you will,” Wein replied as if reading her mind.
His baffling, dismissive answer frustrated Ninym. She sighed again. Despite
her mature demeanor, she was still only a child.
“…What if I had other requests? Would you grant those, too?”
Ninym’s petulant comment was made only in passing, but Wein regarded her
seriously.
“What do you want?”
“Huh?”
“What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?”
 All at once, fear struck Ninym. Wein’s tone was no different than usual, but
this was a dangerous question. She understood that one wrong answer could
irrevocably ruin everything.
“U-um…”
What should she say or not say? Ninym’s mind reeled.
“Pardon me, Your Highness,” Raklum interrupted. He’d pulled up alongside
the carriage window. “The town has come into view, and we’ll be arriving shor…
Is something the matter?”
The peculiar atmosphere didn’t escape Raklum’s notice, and he gave a
perplexed look. Wein shook his head lightly.
“Nothing to worry about. Just silly kid stuff.”
“I see.”
Raklum rode away without prying further. Wein’s gaze returned to Ninym,
who immediately sat up straight. However, the prince had apparently lost
interest, because he closed his eyes and said no more.
What was Wein really after? Despite her lingering questions, Ninym felt a
wave of relief. She couldn’t afford to upset her benefactor now, not on the
precipice of her biggest battle.
Ninym anxiously stewed over her thoughts as she imagined what lay ahead.

Inhale. Exhale.
Ninym repeated this two and three more times to ease her nerves. It didn’t
help much.
“Relax. They’re not going to eat you,” Raklum assured from beside her.
It was no use. Acknowledging that fact only stressed her out more.
“…Is it just up ahead?”
“Yes, I believe they’re waiting for us.”
The carriage arrived in town and stopped before the appointed inn. Once
Wein was safe in a separate room, Raklum and Ninym headed to the meeting.
They now stood in front of the door.
“…”
She took another deep breath and exhaled. Finally, Ninym gathered her
courage and knocked.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
They entered to find two people. One was a wizened Flahm woman, an elder
who knew Ninym’s secret lineage.
“Ohhh, Ninym…!” The woman hobbled over upon catching sight of the girl. “I
heard you were safe and sound, but let me take a look at you! You’re not hurt,
right? Are you eating enough?”
“Yes. As you can see, I’m quite well, Elder. More importantly…” Ninym turned
her attention to the other person in the room. “I didn’t expect you to come,
Master Levan.”
“One of our lost children has been found. As leader, it is only natural that I
confirm your good health.”
Levan was the head of Natra’s Flahm. Ninym had spoken to him only a
handful of times, but this was no surprise. As aide to Natra’s King Owen, he
carried a responsibility to the nation, and his days were understandably busy.
No matter how capable, he couldn’t afford to meet a child like Ninym on a
regular basis.
It was, therefore, strange to find him here. Levan insisted otherwise, but in
truth, coming all this way to check on Ninym was unwarranted. Had Ninym
glanced at Raklum and seen his wide-eyed expression, she would’ve
understood.
The reason for his presence was simple—Ninym carried the Founder’s legacy.
“My heart is lightened to know that you’re okay. This was the divine
protection of our great Founder, no doubt.” The old woman spoke with a sigh
of relief. “My poor heart. When you suddenly vanished, we were all downright
sick with worry.”
 For young orphans like Ninym, who were raised by the entire village,
everyone was like family. She hadn’t forgotten that, but hearing how her
disappearance had upset people racked her with guilt.
“Everyone felt a smidge better once we learned you were safe.”
“I’ve caused you a lot of trouble. Sorry.”
“You can apologize to the whole village later. So who’s this lad?”
“Oh, yes. This is the gracious noble who took me in. I’ve been working for
him.”
“…I am Raklum.”
Raklum bowed but remained cautious. His eyes were on the old woman, but
his real concern was Levan. His behavior was understandable for someone
unaware of Ninym’s lineage. After all, why would one of the nation’s foremost
leaders make a sudden appearance just to check on a runaway?
Raklum would surely accept the truth, but the Flahm couldn’t simply give up
their greatest secret.
Just as Ninym wondered what to do…
“Be at ease. I know whom you serve.”
Levan’s words sent a jolt through the guardsman.
“His Highness is also here, correct? I would ask for an audience later.”
Raklum and Ninym interpreted this request differently. To Raklum, it made
sense that someone of Levan’s status would know his master. Ninym, on the
other hand, realized Levan had mentioned Wein in order to shift the subject
away from her importance.
“We’ve got other business first, Levan,” the old woman said, either unaware
or perhaps indifferent to the strategic battle in progress. “This fine young man
is Ninym’s savior.”
“Indeed. As the leader of the Flahm, I am sincerely grateful for the care you’ve
shown one of our children.”
Raklum fidgeted as the illustrious Levan lowered his head. “I did nothing,
really. It was my liege’s decision.”
“I will be certain to thank His Highness as well. All the same, it’s quite clear
you’ve treated the girl well.”
“Y-you honor me.”
Levan and the elder could easily tell Ninym was trying her best to hide behind
Raklum. She never would have done so if she’d been mistreated.
“I’m curious to hear about your days together,” the elder remarked. “But
there’s plenty of time for that once we get home. And don’t think you’ll avoid
the lecture of your life, missy.”
“I feel the same, though I’m afraid I must return to the palace today,” Levan
said.
“Always the busy one, aren’t ya? That’s fine. I’ll take Ninym back myself.”
“…”
Ninym’s shoulders trembled ever so faintly, and Raklum looked over at her.
He hesitated but ultimately spoke up. “Well…about that. There’s a matter I wish
to discuss.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t know how to word this, but…might we keep the girl for a while?”
Levan and the elder’s eyes immediately narrowed. Raklum grimaced beneath
the gaze of one who far outranked him in age and another in status. “You see,
my master’s estate lacks proper staff. She is a diligent worker and has been a
great help with the housework.”
“And so we should just hand her over to you?” the elder shot back.
“Regardless of Ninym’s work ethic, she’s still far from adulthood. Why not hire
enough people? Consider my advice as a small token of gratitude.”
Her proposal left Raklum at a loss for words, and his eyes signaled to Ninym
that there was nothing more he could do. She gave a small nod and steeled
herself.
“Please wait,” Ninym said, her expression earnest. “I don’t want to go home.”
 Wein read his book, quiet and expressionless, in his room at the inn. His figure
was picturesque, and only the occasional movement of his index finger with
each turn of the page indicated flesh and blood.
An abrupt sound outside the door broke the silence.
“Pardon me, Your Highness.”
Raklum appeared with another man alongside him. Levan.
Wein closed his book. “Has your meeting concluded?”
“Not yet,” Raklum replied with a concerned expression. “We’ve stepped out
for a short while. There is a sensitive matter I’m not privy to, and Sir Levan
wishes to speak with you on it in private.”
“It has been some time, Prince Wein,” Levan said as he fell to one knee. “I am
delighted to see you in good health. I received word of your health after you left
the palace, but it is a relief to confirm the truth with my own eyes.”
“Same to you,” Wein replied curtly. “Is His Majesty well?”
“Yes. He is in good health,” Levan answered with a nod. “However, I did not
come today simply to inquire about Your Highness. I am also here to convey the
king’s feelings.”
Levan’s objective was unquestionably to ensure the safety of a “normal girl”
like Ninym, and he had used Wein’s presence as a cover-up. However, he was
also on a mission to deliver the king’s will.
“His Majesty is concerned for your well-being. It’s not safe outside the palace,
and you hardly keep any attendants. Although he hasn’t said so outwardly, the
king wishes for you to return home.”
Any relationship between a parent and a child could sour. Thankfully, King
Owen and Prince Wein were quite close. His Majesty was hounded by royal
duties and couldn’t carve out much family time, but Wein understood this and
still held his father in high regard. Owen was likewise impressed by his son’s
talents. At least that was how everyone else saw it.
As a king and a parent, Owen was naturally worried about his son and heir.
Levan had served the nation for many years and could read the king like an
open book.
“Of course, I am aware of Your Highness’s concerns,” Levan said. Prince Wein
wouldn’t leave the palace for a pleasure trip. “The unsettling air that has
permeated the castle since the queen’s passing is quite palpable.”
The queen—King Owen’s wife and mother of Wein and his sister, Falanya. Her
death was still fresh in everyone’s hearts and minds. Her health had
deteriorated soon after Falanya was born, but all prayers for her swift recovery
went unanswered despite the physicians’ best efforts. The queen was the
daughter of a minor noble, but it was said King Owen fell for her at first sight.
She was beloved by the people, and they deeply mourned her passing.
However, dark ambition brewed in the vacuum she’d left.
“How many have acted?” Wein suddenly asked.
Levan frowned. “Countless are vying to become His Majesty’s second wife.
Among them, two or three houses intend to remove you from the picture.”
“I see.”
Vassals were after Wein’s life. The prince’s face betrayed very little, but the
tension was surely unimaginable. As Raklum listened, he put the pieces
together.
Is this situation holding Prince Wein back?
Natra was a diminutive nation, but all admired the royal family. It was no
surprise that nobles were scrambling to replace the queen. However, Crown
Prince Wein stood in their way.
King Owen was still robust. It was entirely reasonable for him to take a second
wife. The birth of another child would undoubtedly cause an inheritance
dispute, though. A promising heir like Wein already had the king’s full support.
This made him a prime target for any woman who succeeded the late queen.
She would need to eliminate any future competition if she gave birth to a boy.
“I’m currently working with General Hagal, and we are prepared to
apprehend any malfeasants. The issue will be resolved soon enough, and loyal
guards stand at the ready. You will not be harmed, even within the palace
walls.”
 Hagal was one of the king’s most outstanding and well-trusted generals. He
could easily snuff an insolent scheme or two, but his very involvement spoke to
the severity of the threat.
I’d heard the palace was on edge but never thought it’d be this bad.
Raklum at last wholly understood why Wein had confined himself to that
remote forest, retained only a single attendant with no connection to the
palace, and kept the situation private.
He felt no dishonor over being left in the dark. Wein had acted appropriately
to preserve his own life, and Raklum admired the boy’s courage and ingenuity.
Wein hadn’t even reached his first decade. Were all royals so clever, or was he
an exception?
“Your Highness, I would ask your thoughts.” Levan bowed his head. Wein
remained silent as if in deliberation.
Raklum didn’t know the prince’s mind, but he would remain by his master’s
side until the day he was relieved of his duties. Internally, he gave a wry smile
and felt a wave of fresh conviction.
Still, what a strange turn of events.
His thought wasn’t in reference to how he’d been chosen by Wein.
Images of young Wein and Ninym rose in Raklum’s mind. Both were kids who
ran away from home. Despite their different circumstances, a boy and a girl
who shared no connection had fled their homes and met deep in the forest.
Who wouldn’t find it odd?
Come to think of it, how is our other discussion going?
Raklum’s attention strayed to outside the room, when suddenly…
“Forget it! I don’t care!”
…the familiar yet unusually infuriated voice of a young girl echoed past the
door. Raklum gripped the sword at his waist and rushed out. The Flahm elder
stood in the hall with a bitter expression as she watched Ninym hurry away.
“What’s going on?!” Levan exclaimed from behind Raklum.
 “Sorry, Levan. I told her a million times we’re going home, but…”
Far from convincing the woman, it was obvious Ninym had managed only to
antagonize her.
“Your Highness…” Levan looked back at Wein with unease. “My deepest
apologies. We were in the middle of a conversation, but I ask that you allow me
to pursue Ninym.”
It was a sheer miracle that nothing had happened to Ninym after she ran
away the first time, but there was no guarantee she’d get lucky twice. If nothing
else, the girl needed to be returned to the inn, and quickly.
“It’s fine. Do as you please.”
“Thank you!” Levan bowed, turned on his heel, and raced out of the inn.
Wein, Raklum, and the old woman watched him leave.
“What shall we do, Your Highness?” Raklum asked.
“Hmm…”
While Raklum wavered between his compassionate desire to bring Ninym
back and his duty as Wein’s protector, the young prince fell silent for a
moment.
“Her answer might be different now.”
“What…?”
“Let’s go. I have a hunch as to where she’s going.”
Wein stood and left the room.

After fleeing the inn, Ninym came to sit beneath a large tree she’d found on
the outskirts of town while wandering aimlessly.
“…”
Her earlier conversation with the old woman played repeatedly in her head.
Ninym had confessed she didn’t want to return to the village and tried to
persuade the elder, but it was no use. The woman adamantly refused to listen,
and Ninym ran off as frustration gave rise to anger.
 Yes, she was a two-time runaway even though her first attempt had already
shown this would solve nothing.
“What am I doing?” Ninym mumbled. All at once, her heart was overcome by
a surge of emotions.
Sorrow at being misunderstood. Irritation over her failure to express herself.
Self-hatred and shame for the way she’d fled in a childish tantrum even though
she knew it would fix nothing. All three converged to form tears that ran down
her cheeks.
“What should I do?” The girl’s vision blurred, and her eyes stung. Suddenly,
she sensed someone’s approach and looked up. “…Your Highness?”
Natra’s Prince Wein stood before her.
“Why are you here…?”
“You’re pretty easy to figure out.”
No one else knew where Ninym was. Levan was still searching high and low,
yet Wein had found her in no time. Knowledge of the local area, insight into
stress and the child psyche, and remarkably keen perception had led him to the
answer.
Ninym was oblivious to this and thoroughly confused, of course. All she knew
was the prince had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Wein watched her unwaveringly as he spoke. “People cling to their one-sided
expectations of what others should do or be.”
“What?”
The boy’s cryptic remark served only to befuddle Ninym even more. He
pressed on, untroubled by her confusion.
“Parent and child, friends, lovers, teacher and student, master and servant—it
happens in any kind of relationship, but this isn’t necessarily good or bad. It’s
just human nature. And while the extra pressure inspires some, you can’t blame
others for rejecting the burden put on them.”
Ninym finally realized he was talking about her.
 “However, sometimes it hurts to betray those pushy opinions. Which means
your heart needs an anchor beyond that rebellion.”
“An anchor…?”
“Whatever the reason, you rejected the path your guardians set for you. So
now you must decide for yourself. What will you do? What do you want to do?”
His words weighed heavily on Ninym’s heart.
What would she do? What did she want? Such was the challenge put to her.
“I—I…” Ninym tried to answer but found herself tongue-tied.
For her, there was never an option. She couldn’t stay under this tree forever,
yet she had nowhere else to go. She’d have to crawl back to the inn eventually.
Ninym understood that the issue was far from resolved, yet her body wouldn’t
move. Her heart screamed, No! You can’t make me!
“That’s why your heart needs an anchor.” Wein seemed to be reading her
thoughts. “What about the weakness and misery you feel? That bleeding heart
is a death sentence. You could always give up, but you’ll need to think outside
the box otherwise. Figure out what works for you, not others.”
Ninym would push herself into a corner if she dismissed every little thing;
Wein was pointing out that she needed a goal to allow for self-love and a
positive mind-set. There was no question his words sought to guide the lost girl.
“But…” Ninym’s voice trembled. “I-I’m not sure…what I want to do.”
Ah, I knew it.
Her mind was blank. How would she convince Levan and the village like this?
Excuses aside, Ninym once again realized her behavior amounted to kicking and
screaming.
It was embarrassing. Pathetic. She wanted to stick her head in the sand.
However…
“If you don’t know yet, then just keep thinking it over,” Wein said airily. “If
every problem had an immediate solution, humanity wouldn’t have to suffer.
Time isn’t a cure-all, but sometimes it’s the right tool for the job. I’d say this
qualifies. Knowing that, there’s something you need and someone you should
ask.”
Wein had made his intentions crystal clear. Ninym understood his persistence
and what needed to be said, yet she hesitated.
Could she really say it? Did she have the right?
Perhaps sensing that doubt, Wein spoke for her.
“It might seem insignificant, but you cut your own path in that forest.” He
brought up their coincidental encounter at the hidden mansion. Their shared
connection could have ended right there, but Ninym had decided to keep it
alive. “Which means you can repeat it again and again.”
Wein looked directly into Ninym’s eyes. He was waiting for a reply, and she
had the right and responsibility to oblige.
“…I’m not sure what I want yet. I know I’m causing a lot of trouble for my
village and other people. Still, I can’t go back,” she said. “Please, give me more
time.”
Part of Ninym knew this had likely been her only option all along, but she’d
made a conscious decision. Although the choice was ultimately ambiguous, she
felt it had some value.
“You heard her, Levan.”
Wein glanced to the side, where Levan stood. The man had arrived at some
point during the conversation. Raklum was right behind him. The prince must
have called them both.
“Ninym…I won’t deny that we have high hopes for you.” Levan gave a small
sigh. “It was never our intention to push you into a corner…but it would seem
we’ve done so inadvertently. I apologize.”
“Master Levan…”
“I will explain the situation to everyone. You should spend more time outside
the village and find yourself.”
Ninym broke into a faint smile as Levan’s words sank in.
 “I hope you’ll forgive the inconvenience, Your Highness,” Levan said to the
prince.
“It’s no problem.”
“I’m sincerely grateful for your kindness.” Levan bowed as leader of the Flahm
and one of Ninym’s guardians. “Well then. Night will soon fall, so let us return
to the inn to discuss the matter further. Ninym, please rest in the provided
room for now.”
“O-okay!”
Everyone followed Levan back to the inn, but Wein froze mid-step when
someone tugged his sleeve from behind. It was Ninym.
“Ah, um…” Unable to put her emotions into words, she simply stared at the
ground.
“No need to thank me,” Wein stated. “I had the authority; you had the
willpower. That’s all.”
They’d been together long enough for Ninym to realize such words were not
spoken out of false modesty. They came from the heart.
“Still…I’m really happy.” This time, Ninym found her voice and conveyed her
feelings with a bow. “Thank you, Prince Wein. I won’t ever forget this kindness.”
“Like I said, there’s no need for that.” Wein sighed and turned on his heel.
“Well, don’t let me stop you.”
“Thank you!”
Ninym smiled, and they set off together, side by side.

This illness is worse than I thought.

Ninym awoke in a daze, filled with niggling, lingering feelings.
 She’d been reckless in the past. Despite her mature intentions, it frustrated
Ninym that she’d failed to act any differently than an ordinary child. This was
usually the part where she’d hide under the blankets in shame, but not today.
Ninym wasn’t focused on the one dream, but instead on the nightly, repeating
pattern.
The reason is obvious enough…
Wein.
He was Natra’s crown prince, her master, and the childhood friend she’d met
in a forest mansion. Ninym knew he was important to her; however, his recent
behavior left her anxious. That was likely what had rekindled her memories of
their early days together.
What is Wein really thinking?
Ever since Ninym met Wein, she’d made every effort to understand him. As a
result, they could now communicate almost entirely without words.
Perhaps that was only an illusion, though. Ninym had been shocked by
Falanya’s bid for political power, but Wein actually supported it. And although
Ninym accepted his rationale, part of her remained unsatisfied. Besides, the
situation with Falanya wasn’t the only instance where it felt like they weren’t on
the same page.
These issues had slowly accumulated and transformed into the darkness that
churned within her.
We should talk, but…
Open dialogue was the best answer to a rift rooted in unspoken intentions.
Ninym knew this yet struggled to take the first step. She was afraid. What if
they spoke and Ninym concluded they’d never see eye to eye?
“…I’ve only matured on the outside. Inside, I’m still a child.”
By failing to take necessary action, Ninym was no more decisive than the girl
in her dreams. However, Wein couldn’t guide her this time. She was on her
own.
Ninym felt torn over this. There was a push for independence among the
Flahm, and their leader, Levan, had asked Ninym to keep the details from Wein.
It seemed hypocritical to wonder what he was thinking while also keeping
things from him. Ninym’s heart tumbled in conflict.
“Ngh…”
Endless speculation wouldn’t fix anything. Ninym needed to speak with him,
but she lacked the resolve. Curious where she might find it, Ninym tossed and
turned two or three times before giving up and rolling out of bed.
“I’ll just have to sort it out at work.”
An aide’s duties wouldn’t wait for her troubles. Careless or incomplete work
would besmirch her good name, so she’d find a chance to speak with Wein in
the meantime. There was still time…probably.
As Ninym dressed, the reflection of her face in the mirror suggested to her
that she was being too optimistic.
Sure enough, the situation worsened several days later when a messenger
arrived carrying a missive from the Levetia faith. It would set in motion a
meeting with the director of the Gospel Bureau, Caldmellia.
 “Caldmellia wants to meet, huh?” Wein groaned from his office chair, his chin
resting on the palm of one hand. “Any guesses as to her objective, Ninym?”
“…”
“Ninym?”
“O-oh, sorry. I didn’t hear you.” Ninym shook away her thoughts. “You asked
about Caldmellia’s motive, right?”
The message from Levetia claimed she wished to meet Wein to discuss Natra
and Levetia’s future relationship. Wein was obviously the nation’s regent, and
Caldmellia governed the Levetia religion in the elderly Holy King’s stead, so such
talks promised to be crucial. This would be no tea party. Several key issues were
on the line.
“I would assume she hopes to win over Natra,” Ninym said.
Wein nodded lazily. “No surprise there, now that the Empire’s civil war has
concluded.”
The Earthworld Empire dominated the East, while the Levetia faith largely
ruled the West. Natra was caught in the middle of their constant conflict. In his
time as regent, Wein had maintained a delicate balance as he seized new
territory. Diplomatic efforts with the West and the Empire’s own internal woes
kept him out of hot water.
However, Earthworld had returned to relative peace, thanks to the recent
coronation of Empress Lowellmina, and the nation would inevitably shift its
focus back to expansion. Something had to change if the situation was going to
improve. Every power, including the Empire, knew this. And so a meeting
between Wein and Caldmellia had been arranged as a precaution.
“Three main roads connect the East and the West, and Natra sits on the
northernmost one. Everyone sees us as a huge pain in the butt,” Wein
remarked.
“However,” Ninym began, “an alliance with us is a convenient way for either
side to keep the other in check.”
“Right. The Empire sees Natra as a foothold to the West, and the West sees us
as a shield against Imperial invasion. Besides, we’re known opportunists.
Milking us dry won’t cost either any sleep.”
“You took advantage of upheaval to gain new territory, and now everyone is
after our heads. Perhaps we’ve gone too far.”
Wein shrugged. “A puny little country like Natra will topple from the slightest
push, yet both sides have realized it’s a pest worth courting instead. Not a bad
deal, right?”
“It’s still a pain,” Ninym replied with a frown.
“I can’t argue that,” Wein replied with a wry smile. “In any case, it looks like
we’re on the same wavelength, Ninym. I bet Caldmellia will try to get Natra to
break up with the Empire and become an indisputable part of the West.”
“You’ve dodged the subject so far, but time is running out.”
“Exactly. If we reject the West now, it’ll decide its only other option is to nix
our relationship.”
“And it’ll act before the Empire is ready.”
The gist of the plan was surely to declare war on Natra and assemble every
Western nation to subjugate it before the Empire could act. Natra would then
serve as an official line of defense against the East. Despite the small nation’s
impressive progress, Natra had no chance of victory if the West’s other nations
decided to gang up on them.
“Of course, the Empire won’t just stand idly by and watch its ally and buffer
get slaughtered…” Wein noted. “But there’s no way its reinforcements will
reach us fast enough in an emergency.”
The Empire was currently exhausted, and until it recovered, it was unclear
how long it would take their forces to reach a foreign nation. The risk was too
great.
“We’ll invite a hopeless, multi-front war if we turn down the West’s request,
and we can’t depend on the Empire’s reinforcements. Natra has to go along
with the West and Levetia,” Ninym said, dissatisfaction written all over her face.
As a Flahm, she couldn’t help but fear that Western oppressors would reach her
people in Natra.
“By the way, do you remember what Strang said?” Wein asked. “About how
Lowellmina will need to demonstrate her military might?”
“I do. Ah, I see your point.” Ninym grimaced. “If Natra allies with the West,
that will give the Empire justification to declare us traitors and attack.”
“I believe that’s probably Caldmellia’s objective.”
The West feared drawing Earthworld’s eye; meanwhile the Empire needed
the perfect scapegoat. Both sides sought to make Natra a treasonous sacrificial
lamb.
To the West, Natra was the Empire’s longtime ally. The various countries
would grow hostile if nothing was done, but they’d be pleased to see the
Empire strike Natra down.
To the Empire, Natra was a foothold to western expansion that should’ve
been annexed ages ago. No one would protest a traitorous neighbor’s due
punishment.
“We’ll be crushed by the Empire if we join the West and crushed by the West
if we join the Empire…” Ninym said.
Wein nodded. “I bet they’ve already secretly teamed up to take us out.”
“…That’s not funny.”
It was truly a life-or-death situation for Natra, but for better or worse, Wein
and Ninym were familiar with the Empire’s situation and understood the threat.
No one else in Natra would’ve agreed. A majority of the citizens happily
expected a bright future ahead ever since Wein’s longtime ally Lowellmina
became Empress.
“I’m not a mind reader, so I can’t say for certain how either side will act,”
Wein stated. “If Natra gets caught up in Lowellmina’s military antics, she might
realize we’re sitting ducks and rush to send reinforcements, even though it’s
pointless. On the other hand, if we join with the West as a shield against the
Empire, we might be welcomed gladly. That being said, I personally think
everyone except Caldmellia is probably on the fence right about now.”
Do we ally with Natra or destroy it? Should we aid the opposition or go it
alone?
Given the choice between advantage or disadvantage, people would always
pick the former. If both sides showed potential profit, however, they’d hesitate
and wonder which was better.
“Plus, no government expected Lowellmina to become Empress. She’s rattled
the continent, and everyone is only now considering their next steps.
Caldmellia’s ahead of the game,” Wein added.
“…Which means she’s operating on her own, and the West isn’t involved,”
Ninym concluded.
Caldmellia was taking decisive action while everyone else dithered in order to
turn things in her favor.
“Now that pain in the neck has room to play.” Wein smirked. Nothing could
deter the confidence and ego in his arrogant smile.
“What do you propose we do?”
“First, let’s meet with Caldmellia. She’ll probably try to tempt us with a sweet
deal, so we’ll use that to sniff out her scheme.”
Did she intend to ruin Natra or work together? The estimated value of
Caldmellia’s proposal would reveal the truth. Of course, Wein assumed it would
be nothing too lavish if he was right about the lack of Western support, but it
was food for thought.
“If Caldmellia’s hand wasn’t worth squat to those in charge within Levetia, I
figure they would have dumped us already. But perhaps they feel we’d make a
good ally if that same hand involves considerable bloodshed.” Wein suddenly
looked troubled. “Knowing that woman, she’ll probably make a weird deal just
for the fun of it…”
“Sadly, stakes and calculations don’t work with a menace like her…” Ninym
agreed.
 Caldmellia was a key figure in the Levetia order, but she also had a destructive
personality. Even Wein couldn’t predict what she’d say upon her arrival in
Natra.
“What will you do if it’s obvious she intends to cut ties with Natra?” Ninym
questioned.
“That would pretty much guarantee a war with the West, so I’d drag out
negotiations while laying the groundwork for Imperial reinforcements behind
the scenes. At the same time, I’d also try to split the Western opposition, if
possible.”
“And if she truly wants to win over Natra?”
“Then I’ll join the West.” A slight grimace flitted across Ninym’s face, but
Wein gave her a smile. “Then I’d conspire with the Empire and look for the right
moment to sell out.”
“…You’d remain loyal to the alliance?”
Wein nodded. “I trust the Empire’s strength on principle. Even if every
country in the West joins forces, they won’t stand a chance.”
The Empire’s power went beyond its military. Between a meritocratic nature,
a tendency to adopt the people and cultures of conquered nations, and a
tolerant distribution of new techniques and concepts even at the cost of
existing ideas and methods, Earthworld would continue to evolve as a
superpower. Wein had realized the bigoted West couldn’t keep up forever.
“It’d be a different story if the Empire’s ruler were a numbskull, but—”
“Earthworld has a bright future ahead, especially with Lowa as Empress,”
Ninym finished.
“Exactly.”
These two knew Lowellmina’s nature and talent intimately, so they were in
perfect agreement.
“However, even if the Empire wins, a lot could happen. Natra might be
destroyed, so obviously, we’ll have to fumble for a way out of this alive. That’s
why I’d only pretend to side with the West.”
 A wave of relief washed over Ninym as she listened to Wein’s explanation. As
his aide, she understood she must remain neutral in every circumstance.
However, it was almost impossible to keep her composure where the Flahm
were involved, especially given the current trouble among her people. If
something big upset things now…
“…!” Ninym was beset by an indescribably terrible sensation. “Wein, are you
sure you haven’t overlooked anything?”
“Have I?” Wein mulled this over for a few seconds but ultimately shook his
head. “I don’t think so. For now, at least. Are you worried about something?”
“Not really, but…” Ninym winced as the words caught awkwardly in her
throat, while Wein pondered again. “Sorry, I realize that was vague,” she added.
“No problem. We’ve still got some time before the meeting. I’m sure we’ll
find out more, so let’s keep up our investigation,” Wein replied.
The Flahm woman gave a slight nod.

Preparations proceeded without incident. With an agenda decided and the

entertainment ready, the only thing left to do was await Caldmellia’s arrival.
“Hahhh…” Ninym breathed a sigh of relief after single-handedly overseeing
the arrangements. The outcome of this meeting was vital, and an ineffective
host could bring it to a screeching halt.
“I still don’t even know…”
Amid her hectic schedule, Ninym had sought the reason for her anxiousness,
yet she still came up empty. Maybe it really was all in her mind. She hoped so.
Levan arrived to pull her from her mind. “Ninym, we’re prepared to meet with
the backer we discussed earlier.”
“…At a time like this?”
The backer. The mysterious figure supporting Flahm independence.
To the youth who dreamed of freedom, the benefactor was hailed as an ally,
but those like Ninym and Levan saw the backer as a foe who aimed to sow
dissension. Ninym would have to probe their true identity in person eventually.
For now, she wondered why the decision to meet with the backer had been
made right before Caldmellia’s arrival.
“To be more specific, we’ll meet once the negotiations with Caldmellia are
over… Does that work for you?” Levan asked.
“I don’t really have much choice. All right, I’ll be there,” Ninym said before
lowering her voice. “More importantly, how is the council, Master Levan?”
“I’m loath to admit my own incompetence…but it’s been an uphill battle.”
Levan was working to stifle the push for Flahm autonomy, but the outcome
looked bleak. Thanks to Ninym’s status as a living symbol and the Flahm’s
cherished desire for their ancient kingdom to be reborn, the long-awaited
movement could only pick up speed. As Levan had said, the flames were
spreading fast.
“Perhaps I should actively oppose the movement after all,” Ninym offered.
“…I agree that we may need to review our options,” Levan concurred, his
frustration evident. “Let’s discuss this again once we’ve discerned who the
benefactor is.”
“Understood. It’s a relief to know we feel the same way, Master Levan.”
“Certainly…”
The Flahm people would settle if Levan and Ninym chose to confront them
directly as the leader and the symbolic successor. That, at least, was a small
comfort.
I need to find out Caldmellia’s objective, uncover the backer’s identity, and
figure out a way to help Natra survive the tensions between the East and the
West…
Ninym felt more than a little troubled as her lengthy to-do list grew longer yet
and the important meeting loomed.

Director Caldmellia of Levetia’s Gospel Bureau was over fifty, according to

official records, yet easily appeared to be in her twenties or thirties. Whether
she’d inherited the name from someone else or secretly cast a spell of youth
remained unclear.
Despite the Gospel Bureau’s discrimination against women, Caldmellia had
become a top leader in the religious organization and was renowned for her
political finesse. She handled administrative affairs in the elderly Holy King’s
stead, and it was said Levetia’s influence had expanded by leaps and bounds
since she took over.
And now that very same person was on her way to Natra.
Word quickly spread through the kingdom, and the public’s response was
generally favorable. Natra’s heritage was rooted in an ancient nation to the
West, but historically it had maintained closer ties with the East. Once Wein
became regent, Natra—after several wars—found greater opportunity to visit
its various Western neighbors and negotiate. Tensions had eased in the public’s
mind, and Wein’s rare position as host to Caldmellia and the West further
validated this point.
Of course, outward appearances failed to reflect the true state of affairs.
“It’s been quite some time, Prince Wein.”
“Natra welcomes you, Lady Caldmellia.”
Wein, who represented Natra.
Caldmellia, who represented Levetia.
The pair’s discussion began amicably enough, and Ninym and the other
attendants watched expectantly.
“You must be exhausted. It’s quite a long distance from the old capital of
Lushan.”
“Yes, I suppose. This is my first visit to Natra, so the journey was unfamiliar…
I’m a bit embarrassed to say so, but I’ve heard much about Natra and couldn’t
wait to see it with my own eyes,” Caldmellia replied with a smile. “Such
excitement has warded off any fatigue.”
“Marvelous. As Natra’s representative, I’m delighted to hear it.” Wein
mirrored her smile. “Lady Caldmellia, I pray you’ll enjoy our nation to your
heart’s content. However, personal experience compels me to suggest you
should return home before winter.”
“Do you refer to Natra’s harsh winters, where even shadows freeze? Indeed,
it’s still early fall, yet I already sense an icy chill.”
“The very same. If it were possible, Natra would catch spring with a rope and
never let go.”
“Oh my. Winters must be dreadful for you to go so far.”
“Oops. Please don’t speak a word of this to anyone. I wouldn’t want the
general to tease me.”
The two exchanged smiles more frigid than any Natran winter.
“Well then, perhaps we should hurry and settle a few important matters,”
Caldmellia said, cutting to the chase. “Your Highness is wise. I’m certain you’ve
already realized how Earthworld’s new Empress has affected our respective
circumstances.”
“Of course. The citizens refuse to let this blissful spring slip away.”
“Is it spring, though?” Caldmellia asked with a mysterious smirk.
Ninym felt overwhelmed merely standing on the sidelines, yet Wein dealt
with the inscrutable woman head-on. Caldmellia certainly was intense.
“The Empire is powerful. You might say too powerful. However, it, too, must
be cautious.”
“Are you talking about a multi-front attack from the West?”
“No, I mean you, Wein Salema Arbalest.”
The air between the pair tensed abruptly, but Caldmellia continued
undaunted.
“I am not at liberty to make an official statement due to my position, but it
matters not how much personnel, time, and money the West devotes to its
militia. To the Empire, victory is a simple matter of calculation. Even if the
expense is astronomical, it is ready to pay. You, Prince Wein, are different.”
“…”
“You are an accomplished leader and golden child of this era. A hero whose
name will be recorded in this continent’s history. Undoubtedly, people on both
sides have wondered if you can beat the Empire.”
“You overestimate me,” Wein argued. “I am no magician, Lady Caldmellia. I
might be a match for the Empire in some aspects, but the difference in power is
too great. Natra could never win.”
“Maybe so. However, take care to remember that a considerable number of
people believe otherwise,” Caldmellia insisted. “The West is bitter toward the
Empire, but many within the Empire itself also share that resentment. You are
much like their symbol. It will lead the Empire to think eliminating you before
you gain too many allies is best.”
“Have you forgotten my alliance with Earthworld?”
“Certainly not, but the Empire will stab you in the back as soon as your guard
is down. Once you’re gone, the Empire will be free to unify the continent under
its banner.”
Ninym shuddered at Caldmellia’s argument. Wein had cast his lot with the
Empire, yet suddenly, the West seemed like the better option. Ninym tried to
brush these thoughts away but to no avail.
“What do you think, Prince Wein? Doesn’t it feel like the fangs of winter are
closing in?”
The air in the room was heavy. Before anyone knew it, they’d been led
straight into a deep mire.
“Whether they are or aren’t”—Wein’s voice remained steady—“Natra cannot
turn against the Empire. As I’ve said already, we lack the strength.”
“Indeed, that would be true if Natra were alone,” Caldmellia challenged. “The
story would surely be different with every military in the West under your
command.”
“…” For the first time, Wein was left speechless. Everyone else watched with
bated breath. They realized far too late that this meeting would determine the
future of the continent.
“…That’s far too unrealistic.” Wein shook his head at last. “Why would the
West allow a novice like me to command its forces? I lack the qualifications and
status.”
“You are a heroic and highly decorated prince. Such qualifications are more
than enough. As for the issue of status…” Caldmellia paused for a moment.
“You can become a Holy Elite.”
A Holy Elite.
The Holy King sat atop Levetia’s hierarchy while the Holy Elites served as his
executives. Since each new Holy King was chosen from the Holy Elites, one
could also say they were Holy King candidates. Most were active within Levetia
and the political sphere, making them the West’s indisputable spiritual and
moral leaders.
Wein had been endorsed as a Holy Elite candidate once before. A lot
happened, so it was never finalized, though.
“Are you serious, Lady Caldmellia?”
“I would not jest, Prince Wein.”
Ninym had to agree.
Caldmellia was on an official visit as Levetia’s emissary. Her words would
naturally be recorded for posterity, so she couldn’t put on airs or make
suggestions on a whim.
If taken at face value, her offer was enough to catch Wein’s ear. Perhaps the
Empire’s progress truly was a threat, but…
It’d be too risky for him to blindly accept her offer, Ninym thought.
…this was Caldmellia. Not only was she an influential figure in the West, but
she also easily topped the list of most unpredictable people. It was best to
assume the woman had a trick or two up her sleeve.
“Have the others accepted me as a Holy Elite?” Evidently, Wein had similar
concerns and spoke cautiously. Several conditions had to be met first, and his
main focus was the approval of the Holy King and the majority of the Holy
Elites. This plan was dead in the water if only the Holy King and his trusted
confidant Caldmellia recognized Wein.
 Wein assumed this sudden trip to Natra was Caldmellia’s renegade plan
unauthorized by the Holy Elites. However…
“Yes, we are fine in that regard. Although not unanimous, the majority has
accepted you. This document is proof.”
…her reply shattered Wein’s supposition.
Ninym shuddered. This is moving too quickly!
Caldmellia couldn’t have forged so many signatures. Had she sought out the
Holy Elites’ approval immediately after hearing of Lowellmina’s ascension to
Empress? Or perhaps she’d concluded that a conflict between the East and the
West was inevitable no matter who ruled the Empire and had laid the
groundwork to make Wein a Holy Elite beforehand. Either way, the director’s
decisiveness and proactive efforts were nothing less than a marvel.
What will you do, Wein?
The table was set. If Wein accepted, his becoming the newest Holy Elite
would spread across the continent. However, it would serve as an irrefutable
public declaration of Natra’s solidarity with the West. Wein had assured Ninym
he’d collude with the Empire, but…
“I’m honored by the Holy Elites’ goodwill,” he said. “All the same, I cannot
make such a momentous decision without conferring with my vassals. I’d like
some time to think it over.”
This was obviously meant to buy time. Caldmellia’s proposal had shocked
everyone, and they needed a minute to decide on an official response. At the
same time, it was proof Wein had been cornered.
“That is reasonable enough.” Caldmellia nodded with a sharp glint in her eye.
“However, Your Highness must understand that the situation is tense. The true
work will start once you become a Holy Elite, so there is no time to waste. I ask
that you provide an answer before my return.”
Having deduced Wein’s plan, Caldmellia had issued a firm warning. If he
carelessly wasted time, the West would consider it a betrayal.
“…Understood. Allow me to consider it briefly, and I’ll have a response ready
soon.”
“I look forward to it, Prince Regent.” Caldmellia smiled. “After all, winter is on
its way.”

“Yowch… She got me good.” Wein groaned loudly as he and Ninym

reconvened after their first meeting with Caldmellia. “Never thought she’d try
and make me a Holy Elite.”
“We’ll need to make sure it isn’t a bluff.”
“Nah, she was dead serious.”
Ninym agreed, but that meant Wein was truly a stone’s throw away from
joining the Holy Elites.
“Well, no point in draggin’ this out. East or West, we’ll have to decide while
Caldmellia is here,” Wein said.
“Your policies haven’t changed, right?”
“Nope. I’m still with the Empire. Caldmellia’s ‘Holy Elite’ idea threw me for a
loop, but all I could think was, ‘That all you got?’”
“Didn’t she say the West would give you full command of its forces?” Ninym
asked.
“Who cares? That sounds like a massive pain,” Wein replied with a shrug.
His reaction didn’t surprise Ninym, but the mental picture of her master
acting as supreme commander in a battle that might split the continent made
her heart race nervously. Nonetheless, she chased that emotion to the back of
her mind. Ninym believed the Empire was a better choice, and it was vital that
Wein stand firm as well.
“Still, some vassals might be tempted,” Wein remarked.
To become an ally of the Empire or accept a proposal to be made a Holy Elite.
No one would find the choice easy.
Some vassals would side with the East while others were liable to staunchly
defend the West. Wein and Ninym could already predict the ugly debate ahead.
 “Perhaps her plan is to divide Natra’s royal court,” Ninym suggested.
“Maybe, but I sure wish we could just avoid this mess altogether.”
The Flahm woman sighed. “We can only hope nothing else goes wrong.”

Needless to say, those prayers went unanswered as their discussion with the
vassals spiraled out of control.
“Our nation is a longtime ally of the Empire! Moreover, Prince Wein and
Empress Lowellmina share a storied history! To join with the West would be to
abandon everything we’ve established! It’s outrageous!” cried one pro-Empire
official.
On the other hand…
“A permanent alliance can only exist between nations of equal strength! The
Empire’s ambition to unite the continent under its banner is a well-known fact!
Its expansionist greed will eventually spell our doom, so we should protect
ourselves while we still can and side with the West!” argued the opposition.
These grievances alone made it hard enough to reach an understanding, but
underlying anxieties such as Earthworld’s novel Empress and wariness regarding
Wein’s possible Holy Elite status made the sea of opinions unbearable.
I wonder if we’ll really settle this by the deadline. Ninym shook her head,
awash with a mix of fear and confusion. This was a matter of if, not when. Even
so, Wein couldn’t afford to make heavy-handed decisions lest he further divide
the palace politics. He had to reach an endgame while keeping a very delicate
balance. Ninym steeled herself in preparation, yet no sooner had she done so
than Levan arrived.
“Ninym, I have two matters I wish to discuss.”
“…What’s happened now?” Ninym asked sullenly. It wasn’t the warmest
welcome, but she couldn’t help it. Levan had given her nothing but bad news
lately.
Levan’s answer only deepened her frown. “I trust you’ve heard the Flahm
have been talking about Caldmellia’s visit?”
 Ninym expected as much. She also had concerns about the treatment of the
Flahm if Natra sided with the West.
It was only natural for the local Flahm to worry. Levan had done his best to
keep everyone calm, but there was only so much to be done.
“There’s hearsay that Prince Wein will pledge loyalty to the West and
abandon the Flahm.”
“…!” Ninym’s expression went from outrage to panic.
The Teachings of Levetia viewed the Flahm as a sinful race and allowed others
to treat them like slaves. However, Natra was the complete opposite and
guaranteed the Flahm the same rights as everyone else. Yet even with this in
mind, it seemed entirely plausible that Natra might cast the Flahm aside as a
show of solidarity with the West.
Wein hadn’t announced an intention to do anything of the sort, however.
Caldmellia hadn’t suggested it, either. The rumors were pure fiction.
“Who started this rumor?”
“There are several sources. It could have been domestic powers who loathe
the Flahm’s recent progress, pro-independence Flahm activists, or a result of
controversy born from citizens who fear for the future.”
“This will be a difficult fire to put out.” Ninym had anticipated a frenzy among
the Flahm should a plan to join the West become public. However, she had
hoped careful preparation could mitigate this.
What could be done now, though? Caldmellia’s sudden appearance had
forced Natra to choose between East and West while a fire blazed directly
beneath them. Who knew what chaos would ensue if Wein announced an
alliance with the West?
We were too optimistic. Ninym understood that painfully well. Calming
Natra’s increasingly restless Flahm would be no easy task. There’s one quick
way to settle this, but…
The answer was simple. If Wein announced his intention to remain with the
Empire, it would ease the Flahm people’s fears, at least temporarily. Should he
wish to side with the West, even only temporarily, Ninym believed she could
convince him to reconsider, if nothing else.
However…
That plan guaranteed only the Flahm’s happiness. Ninym prioritized her duty
as Wein’s aide above loyalty to her people, and she couldn’t say for certain that
provoking the West was in the nation’s best interest.
What should we do?
Levan interrupted Ninym mid-crisis.
“I’m sorry, but there’s more.”
“Yes, you did mention that. What is it?”
Whatever it is, it can’t be good.
“Our rendezvous with the backer will be held three days from now.”
“…!” Ninym’s expression darkened, and she sighed. “Is it safe to assume this
timing was intentional?”
“Indeed. Considering events thus far, word of Prince Wein’s potential
collaboration with the West likely played a part.”
“…All right, I’ll come. I’d rather focus on the discussion between Prince Wein
and Caldmellia, but my hands are tied.”
Levan nodded lightly.
Between Ninym’s duty as an aide and her position as future leader of Natra’s
Flahm, Ninym would always choose the former. However, that didn’t mean she
could just ignore the latter’s issues.
“I wonder who awaits us,” Levan mused.
“Not anyone we can trust,” Ninym spat.
And she was correct.
“Greetings to you both. Shall we begin?”
Three days after Wein’s negotiations, Ninym and Levan reeled as Caldmellia
favored them with a smile.
 Since Ninym and Levan hoped to keep their meeting with the Flahm
revolutionist benefactor under wraps, it was covertly held in a building located
in a corner of town. This had been done to prevent exacerbating the situation
and to make eliminating this backer easier, if necessary.
I have no doubt they’re against us.
With all this in mind, Ninym had carefully combed the familiar streets as part
of a preliminary investigation. She’d quickly picked the ideal venue and readied
a contingency plan in case the backer needed to be dispatched.
Come what may, she and Levan would be ready. Or so she thought.
“Wh-why are you…?” Nothing could have prepared Ninym for Caldmellia’s
sudden appearance. She didn’t know what to say.
Master Levan!
Ninym looked to the man frantically, only to discover he was just as
astonished.
Caldmellia was a high-ranking member of the Teachings of Levetia, a religion
that promoted persecution of the Flahm. Neither could even begin to fathom
why she was here.
“Must you even ask?” Caldmellia grinned like a young girl who’d played a
clever trick. “I’m the Flahm’s benefactor, my dear young lady.”
“…!”
Yes, that had to be it. There was no other answer. This was the designated
spot where the two Flahm representatives were supposed to meet a backer
pushing for Flahm independence. No stranger could have stumbled upon the
site by mistake. Yet although Ninym and Levan understood this, they struggled
to accept it. Caldmellia was an enemy to their people in every conceivable way.
“It would appear my little surprise worked. However, we’ll get nowhere like
this. You really must relax. How about some tea?”
Caldmellia’s servant set three cups on the table. Ninym didn’t move a finger,
but Levan broke the ice.
 “My apologies, Lady Caldmellia. We never expected to meet you in a place
like this,” he said, reaching for his cup to take a sip.
Ninym instinctively tensed, and Levan gave her a sharp look that bade her to
be calm. Caldmellia wouldn’t try anything here.
Whatever the woman’s objective, there was no question she wanted to talk.
Thus, she wouldn’t resort to anything like poison. Even then, the worst could be
avoided so long as Ninym survived.
“Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Levan, a mediator for Natra’s
Flahm population. This is Ninym. I’ve invited her along as my successor.”
“I am Caldmellia. I’ve heard much about you both. You’re talented individuals
who aid the king and crown prince.”
“We are humbled by your praise, Director. I never imagined word of us would
reach someone like yourself.”
“…” Ninym tried her best to keep placid as she watched the discussion.
Caldmellia was the biggest imposter on the continent and could easily win over
a troubled heart. Ninym had to gather herself while Levan was talking.
“Forgive my forwardness, Lady Caldmellia, but let me ask once more… Are
you truly our benefactor?”
“Of course, Sir Levan.”
“And are you supporting the Flahm in an individual capacity?”
“No,” she replied. “Although this is not an official meeting, I speak as director
of the Gospel Bureau.”
This unexpected conversation grew more shocking still. Learning she assisted
the Flahm only as an individual would’ve been almost understandable. What
did it mean that Levetia was involved?
“Might I ask why?” Levan questioned.
“The Teachings of Levetia is a kind, peaceful faith that promotes justice and
equality. Yet although that is written in the scriptures, we have long debated
our tolerance toward the enslavement of the Flahm. That’s why Levetia has
recently decided to support the Flahm in their independence and push for social
recognition,” Caldmellia explained with an enigmatic smile. “Of course, that is
purely the official standpoint.”
“Then what is your true purpose?”
“The Empire.”
Ninym’s eyebrow twitched.
“Earthworld has gained a new Empress. The scars of civil war are slow to heal,
but it won’t be long before the Empire invades. The West must unify against it.”
“I see,” Ninym said, joining the discussion at last. “In other words, the Empire
has troublemakers who, like we Flahm, might pose a threat. However, the
enslaved Flahm are also a labor force and a valuable asset. If you discard us
casually, you risk a Flahm uprising and weakened militia. Such a thing would
grant the Empire an advantage, so you hope to win us over and use the Flahm
as pawns.”
“What a keen observation,” Caldmellia agreed without the slightest hint of
guilt. “First, we’d have you persuade Prince Wein. Since Flahm voices have
gained recognition within Natra lately, he’ll concede swiftly if you endorse the
West. However, if Prince Wein does join the East, he’ll need to be stopped
immediately. I hope your people will serve as our vanguards and later rule this
land as your own.”
Caldmellia offered no pretense, preferring to blatantly encourage the Flahm
to betray Natra. There was no question Levetia intended to use the Flahm to
win over Wein, take him down if need be, and act as a shield against the
Empire.
“The Empire is a threat to every citizen in the West,” Caldmellia asserted,
beaming. “Let us cast aside past misgivings, join hands, and fight as one.”
“Absolutely not!” Ninym shouted furiously.
“Ninym,” Levan reprimanded.
However, she couldn’t stop herself.
“You know how much the Flahm have suffered under the West’s oppression!
We’re not about to wage war for you!”
 “Ah, that’s where the direct descendant of the Founder comes in.”
Caldmellia’s comment felt like a knife between her ribs. “The person in question
lurks in Natra, if I’m not mistaken.”
“…!” Ninym froze. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
She tried to play dumb, even as her tongue twisted into knots. Meanwhile,
Caldmellia’s eyes sank into Ninym. She’d already figured it out. This woman was
the backer who’d exposed Ninym’s identity in the first place. She’d known long
before the trouble began.
“With the Founder’s direct descendant as their symbol, the Flahm would fall
into line. They’ll even cooperate with their hated enemies of the West if told to
do so. It’s a miracle the Founder’s lineage has survived. I have no doubt it is the
descendant’s destiny to help us overcome our bloody history.”
Ninym fought the urge to jump up and punch this woman in the face. She
couldn’t, of course. It was a hopeless wish. She made a tight fist and chained
back the rage burning in her throat.
“All right. Suppose there is a living descendant,” Ninym replied. “Why should
they join the West? This person could just as easily convince everyone to join
the Empire.”
“Heh-heh, I’d expect no less from someone who has countless friends in
Earthworld.” Ninym felt a chill in Caldmellia’s taunts. She was being analyzed.
“Nonetheless, there is no future for the Flahm in that.”
“Wh-why not?”
“Because of Eastern Levetia,” Caldmellia explained. “Eastern Levetia is a rival
sect of the West’s faith. Those apostates twist the scripture and insist they are
the true believers. Of course, I have my own position to consider and would
never condone such drivel.”
The last bit seemed to be a joke. Neither Ninym nor Levan laughed, but
Caldmellia seemed to relish their reactions.
“In any case, Eastern Levetia followers have demonstrated that they consider
the scripture to be absolute and believe the Flahm deserve eternal bondage.
And they are right next door to Natra, as is the Empire. They will only bring you
grief.”
“The Empire values an individual’s abilities over heritage,” Ninym asserted.
“That’s true for the moment. However, there is no question that the
Teachings of Levetia will be cast out once the Empire unifies the continent.
Eastern Levetia will become the main religion, and its dogma will spread rapidly.
Do you think the Empire will protect the Flahm then?”
“…”
As the image of Lowellmina, her friend and Earthworld’s Empress, crossed her
mind, Ninym found herself incapable of replying. She couldn’t believe
Lowellmina would ever seek to oppress the Flahm. However, Ninym understood
that sometimes a leader couldn’t go against the powerful will of their nation.
There was no guarantee the Empire wouldn’t spurn the Flahm.
Then Caldmellia played her final hidden card.
“We shall revise the scripture and better the lives of the Flahm.”
“Wha—”
Ninym and Levan stared at her in wide-eyed shock.
The religious doctrine was the root of Flahm discrimination in the West. The
persecution had been born of the deeds of long-gone Flahm, but the present-
day populace was oblivious to that. The Flahm suffered because the sacred text
demanded it. Followers wholeheartedly believed their discrimination and cruel
behavior were justified.
However, that rationale would vanish with a revision of the scripture.
Of course, the people of the West had been molded by the Teachings of
Levetia since their earliest days, so a mere rewrite was unlikely to convert
anyone immediately.
However, the effects would slowly begin to show in future generations.
“Lady Caldmellia, do you speak the truth?” Levan asked. His tone was a mix of
hope and tension.
“Of course. I’ve even prepared a written oath which includes the joint
signatures of the Holy King and the Holy Elites,” she replied fluidly. “Needless to
say, this is something Eastern Levetia cannot provide.”
What terrible irony. The Teachings of Levetia, the faith that embraced
secularism and twisted its own holy scriptures whenever convenient, was the
only organization that could secure equality for the Flahm.
“So what will you do?”
It was all or nothing. Acceptance or refusal were the only options.
Ninym thought giving such a black-and-white ultimatum was less than wise.
However, this wasn’t her offer to refuse. Levan had the final say. After a drawn-
out silence, he spoke with a look of anguish.
“I’d like some time to think it over.”

“Why didn’t you refuse?!”

Levan and Ninym returned to the palace after their meeting with Caldmellia
but did not part ways. Instead, Ninym lashed out at him.
“Caldmellia is trying to divide Natra! We’ll either have to convince Wein or, if
all else fails, help subjugate him. It’s obvious she wants us to turn traitor!”
“Yes…you’re right.” Levan accepted Ninym’s rage with a solemn nod. “We
were only supposed to negotiate, yet Caldmellia made her intentions clear.
There is no question we will become her expendable pawns. And when we’re
used and discarded, no one will show a shred of compassion for the wretched
Flahm.”
“If you understand that much, then wh—”
“They’re willing to rewrite the scriptures, Ninym,” Levan interjected. “I’m sure
you realize the significance of this opportunity.”
“It’s nothing more than an empty promise! We can’t trust her!”
“The Holy Elites are involved. Even the director of the Gospel Bureau couldn’t
afford to tell such a careless lie.”
“…Fine. Suppose it’s true! Regardless of any revisions to the scripture, the
West is after more than just the Empire. It wants Wein out of the picture. We’ll
be used to that end and lose our place in Natra forever! Is it worth all that?!”
“…”
Levan fell silent, although Ninym’s impassioned speech wasn’t the cause. His
expression spoke to the fervor in his heart while he searched for the right
words.
“…I feel guilty.”
“What?” Ninym was taken aback by his ludicrous statement.
“I always have, Ninym.”
“For what?”
“For our peaceful life in Natra.”
Unease rippled through Ninym’s heart.
“We’ve worked hard to earn our position since coming to this land a century
ago. Why should you feel any shame or guilt?” Ninym said, but her assertion
proved feeble. She already knew what Levan was trying to say.
“When I think of the other Flahm who still live in oppression, this peace
weighs heavy on me.”
Natra wasn’t the only place the Flahm called home. Many more were
scattered across both the East and the West, where their distinct appearance
inevitably garnered attention. In truth, only a minority of the Flahm lived safely
under Natra’s protection.
As Ninym said, Natra’s Flahm had carved a path for themselves and bore no
reason to apologize. Even so, it was painful to know their brethren suffered the
whip merely for existing a foot beyond Natra’s borders.
“We couldn’t do anything about that!”
“Previously, yes. But now a chance has presented itself.”
Ninym saw Levan’s eyes blaze with an intense light.
“I agree that we should walk the same path as Natra if we concern ourselves
only with the Flahm of this nation. However, it is a different story if the
scripture can be rewritten. That will be the salvation of every Flahm on the
continent. Ninym…I know you understand. You saved our people in the Ulbeth
Alliance.”
Ninym’s expression twisted. She had accompanied Wein on a diplomatic
mission to the Ulbeth Alliance in the farthest reaches of the West. The Flahm
there knew terrible hardship and injustice, but thanks to some good fortune
and Ninym’s determination, they were invited to become citizens of Natra.
Ninym was thrilled to see those who accepted the offer now living happily.
Yet at the same time, she understood that Ulbeth’s Flahm hadn’t necessarily
wanted to leave their longtime home. If they had been treated with more
kindness, everyone would’ve elected to remain. A new interpretation of the
scripture could make that a reality.
“Still, I’m against it,” Ninym argued, her voice tight. “It’d be different if only
you and I bore the risk. This decision could impact every Flahm in Natra, though.
I cannot condone disrupting everyone’s peaceful lives to save the rest of the
Flahm.”
“…”
“Besides, this proposed betrayal has one more fundamental issue.”
“And what is that?”
“We’d make an enemy out of Wein.”
This time, Levan’s face contorted.
Wein was, without a doubt, the continent’s greatest modern-day hero, and
Ninym knew exactly what he’d do if betrayed. He’d mumble and grumble at
first, but soon enough, he’d quietly mount a counterattack. There would be no
anger, sorrow, or resentment over their treachery; Wein would just tell himself
that his once-faithful allies had switched sides. He’d mercilessly strike down the
Flahm who’d tirelessly served Natra for a century without hesitation.
“I don’t think anyone could match Wein except for me. Besides, what chance
do throwaway pawns of the West stand against a hero? Antagonizing him
would only earn us scorn as the filthy, ungrateful people who betrayed Natra’s
royal family. We’d doom every Flahm to eternal shame and lead them to ruin.”
 “…”
“Please, reconsider. We’ve made great progress in the last century. Let’s keep
going.”
Had Ninym’s earnest plea reached Levan’s heart? The silence preceding his
reply was long and painful.
“…I’ll think about it. Leave me for today.”
Ninym hesitated to comply. She wanted to talk further but sensed herself
growing too heated. Was it better to continue anyway or pause to cool down?
She deliberated with herself for a moment.
“Understood. We’ll discuss this later.”
Ninym chose the latter. This debate was inevitable, but it risked becoming an
emotional argument if she and Levan didn’t allow themselves time to gather
their thoughts. Allowing their relationship to sour because of impatience would
be troublesome.
We can pick this back up once we’re both a bit calmer.
In any case, it had been an eventful day. Too eventful. Both sides needed time
alone.
“Please excuse me, Master Levan. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.”
“Yes, understood.”
Ninym left the visibly tortured man behind.
She’d quickly come to regret that decision.
 Time passed, and Ninym’s routine life in the forest mansion continued. Wein
spent his days reading quietly, and she helped care for him and the household.
Ninym often wondered about her future. The current arrangement was made
possible only because of Wein’s kindness. It couldn’t last forever. She pondered
what to do while carrying out her usual duties, and sometimes she scoured the
library when she had permission. No amount of consideration or research
provided an answer, though.
Still, Ninym’s efforts weren’t entirely wasted. She learned quite a lot about
Wein.
His Highness isn’t very particular.
Before, she’d thought he was incomprehensible. It was rude to think of him as
such, yet she couldn’t help but consider him an enigma wrapped in an enigma.
However, that opinion was coming undone. Ninym couldn’t say she had Wein
completely solved, but she did grasp one aspect of his character—he wasn’t
picky about much.
He couldn’t care less when it comes to his food or clothing.
Anyone with eyes could see Wein was a noble. It was no exaggeration to say
he was of the most aristocratic bloodline in the nation. Yet he always accepted
Ninym’s mediocre efforts. She even secretly reduced and then doubled his meal
size as a test. Wein always ate whatever he was given, never commenting on it.
She was wise enough not to go past five times the usual amount, but she didn’t
need to. Ninym understood that his disinterest in such matters was simply his
character.
I don’t get the sense this is self-imposed poverty.
Wein’s behavior didn’t suggest high-minded temperance. Rather, he merely
seemed to lack interest, awareness, and desire. He wasn’t indifferent to
everything, of course. For one, Wein loved to read, yet even that, he appeared
to do dispassionately. It was somehow otherworldly. One could’ve mistaken
him for an illusion.
You could even say he’s…strange?
From mysterious to strange. It was debatable whether this was a step forward
or backward in regard to his character. Any assessment was liable to change
again as Ninym’s days with the boy continued.
I know I need to think about what I want to do once this is over, but…
If possible, Ninym thought she’d like to remain with her savior the prince a
while longer.
A fire broke out in the mansion several days later.

“Ninym’s taking the day off?”

“Yes. I understand this is a critical time, but she is mentally exhausted and
asks that you allow her to rest.”
Levan had come to Wein’s office to inform him that his ever-present aide was
indisposed.
“I see… Well, that makes sense. I’m always asking a lot of her.” Wein nodded
despite his bitter expression. He had previously collapsed because of overwork
and didn’t want her to suffer the same fate.
“I appreciate your consideration, Prince Wein,” Levan said with a reverent
bow. “Worry not. Today I shall act as Your Highness’s aide in Ninym’s stead.”
“I’m counting on you, Levan. This next meeting with Caldmellia is the final
curtain.”
The director had been in Natra for some time already, and after several
rounds of negotiation, the end was nigh.
“Forgive my forwardness, but how will you answer Lady Caldmellia’s
proposal?”
Would Natra join the West or the Empire?
The vassals had already discussed this at length. They naturally played a part
in Natra’s future, but the gap between them and their sovereign had grown in
recent days. The vassals intended to undermine his authority and take matters
into their own hands. Surprisingly, Wein himself was far from displeased and
actually supported this.
However, the vassals failed to come to a consensus. Although one would
assume Wein had the final word, he’d deferred, yet his officials’ skittishness
over this momentous decision that promised to change Natra forever became a
roadblock. It was a sad state of affairs. Regardless, Wein regained authority to
finish the business with Caldmellia.
“Right, right. Well, my policies haven’t changed. I’m going to accept her offer.
For now anyway.”
“…But ultimately join the Empire.”
“You got it. I’ve already said this to Ninym, but my bet is on the Empire in this
East-West showdown. Until then, Natra needs to play its cards right while
staying on their good side.”
Wein knew both the Empire and the West were formidable, yet he boldly
declared he’d pull their strings. Such a harebrained idea would be absurd if it
had come from anyone else. But in Wein’s case, it sounded crazy enough to
work. He could absolutely pull it off.
“…”
“What is it, Levan?”
“It’s nothing… We should head to the meeting room.”
Wein nodded and stood from his chair.

I wonder if the meeting has already started…

Ninym’s eyes darted around the room as she fidgeted nervously in her seat.
Thoughts of Wein filled her mind. She’d usually be at his side, but Levan had
taken her place today since she felt under the weather.
In truth, her condition wasn’t too severe. Although recent events had indeed
left her weary, Ninym could still function. She wouldn’t normally leave Wein for
something like this.
 This had come about per Levan’s request after he asked to speak with Wein
alone as head of the Flahm and attend the meeting with Caldmellia. He took
over Ninym’s duties for the day after she claimed to feel unwell, so now she had
no choice but to lie around.
 I hope Caldmellia and Wein’s discussion goes well…
This thought kept Ninym on edge. She wanted to make herself useful
somehow but couldn’t concentrate at all. If only she’d stayed with Wein.
There’s definitely something very wrong with me…
Burning herself out and being incapacitated during an emergency was no
laughing matter. Since troubled sleep was surely healthier than frenzied
impatience, Ninym collapsed on the bed and chose to relinquish consciousness.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed aside a river of worries, let time pass, and
drifted off to sleep.

“Yeah, not bad at all.”

Ninym gave the food she’d prepared a nod of approval in the kitchen. Then
she walked down the hallway toward a room farther within the mansion—the
study.
“Your Highness, I’ve brought lunch.”
When Ninym opened the door and called to him, Wein’s shadow stirred in a
corner of the room.
“Hold on. I’m almost finished,” he replied, a book in one hand.
When instructed to wait, a proper servant quietly obeyed. A young apprentice
like Ninym could follow orders well enough but had difficulty remaining silent.
“What are you reading today?”
It was a forward question, but Wein didn’t seem to mind and answered
regardless. “A book about the Empire.”
“The Empire? Isn’t that the big country to the east?”
“Yeah. You can read it later if you want. This book goes into Earthworld’s
history and its culture. Might be useful if you visit someday.”
“Me, visit the Empire?” Ninym pondered the notion.
There were countless places and regions within Natra that she’d never seen,
let alone the Empire. Plus, a foreign country would be, well, foreign. Ninym
broke into a sweat at the thought.
“Have you ever been to the Empire, Your Highness?”
“Nope. I might someday, though.”
“In that case, I bet we’ll go together.”
Ninym gave a tiny smile. If fate was kind, she hoped their “somedays” would
cross and permit them to travel together.
Wein turned a page, as though to say he had no interest in the subtleties of a
young girl’s heart. However, Ninym was used to this and paid it no heed. In fact,
she kept talking.
“Your Highness really does love books.”
This was Ninym’s honest observation. She didn’t dislike books but couldn’t
read around the clock like Wein. “Bookworm” was a common taunt, but it fit
him perfectly.
However, his response was unexpected.
“Not really.”
“Oh? You don’t?” Ninym blinked. As far as she knew, Wein spent most days
with his nose in some volume or another. How could he claim not to like
reading?
“I’m just giving the people the illusion they want,” Wein explained. “A
diligent, academic prince.”
“So, what do you like?”
“Nothing.”
“‘Nothing’? That can’t be.” Ninym wanted to laugh it off but remembered
he’d never tell such a joke. Was there truly not a single thing he enjoyed?
What a depressing thought. Ninym fiercely wanted to say something to this
boy in front of her, but…
“Wait.”
 …Wein’s attention shifted. He stood noiselessly and approached the study’s
window to peer outside.
“Have the scales tipped in their favor?”
“Your Highness?”
His voice was hardly a whisper, and Ninym tilted her head in confusion.
“Look over there but don’t show your face.”
At Wein’s insistence, Ninym peeked out from a corner of the window.
“I think I see someone…”
There was a stranger outside, and they weren’t alone. From what Ninym saw,
at least three were hiding in the trees’ shadows.
“There’s undoubtedly more of them. We’re surrounded,” Wein stated.
“S-surrounded? What for?”
“To kill me.”
An arrow broke through the window.
“Eek!” Ninym almost fell as she instinctively leaned backward, but Wein
caught her arm.
“Be careful. I’m their target, but they’re not above getting rid of anyone in
their way.”
“Wait, um, ah…”
Ninym was hopelessly confused and unable to comprehend the situation.
However, she was still aware enough to recognize that the arrow that had flown
into the mansion was alight.
“Your Highness, the fire. We need to put it ou—”
“Don’t bother. The entire mansion is under attack. Come on, this way.”
Wein half-dragged Ninym from the study; a burning smell already choked the
hallway. As Wein had suggested, it was too late to stop the growing blaze.
“Aren’t they going to storm the building? Maybe it’s a siege to prevent any
chance of escape,” the prince muttered.
 “U-um, Your Highness.”
“It must’ve been easy since Raklum is away.”
“Your Highness!” The quiver in Ninym’s voice finally caused Wein to turn
around.
“What is it?”
“What in the world is going on?!”
There was no time to waste. Fire was rapidly consuming the estate. However,
Ninym wanted an answer more than anything.
Wein took a moment to think it over.
“I’ll leave out the specifics, but some powers in this nation would benefit from
my death. They’ve found me and made their move. Now, here we are.”
“S-so why are you so calm?!”
“Because I saw this coming.”
Wein entered a storage room, and Ninym watched as he heaved a shelf out of
the way to reveal a cellar door.
“Beneath here is a path that leads out beyond the forest. It’s an easy escape.”
Ninym’s lost, terrified heart knew a touch of relief. She still had no idea what
was going on, but this was a sliver of hope.
“Then let’s hurry, Your Highness!” She tugged Wein’s hand, but he didn’t
move.
“You’re going alone, Ninym.”
“What?” she asked, baffled. The mansion was on fire. They had an escape
route. And yet he refused to go. Ninym couldn’t help but question Wein’s
reasoning. “Wh-what do you mean? Then what about you, Your Highness?”
Wein’s answer was swift.
“I’m going to die here.”

“‘Die here’…?”
 There was a part of Wein that Ninym never wholly understood, and she’d
always found him a bit strange.
This, however, was beyond anything she’d ever seen from him.
“What’s the point in that…?!” Her anguished cry echoed against the narrow
storage room walls, threatening to attract some of the assailants. Still, the
prince remained unfazed.
“Because those who wish for my demise came here.”
“Those who wish for your demise…”
Obviously, Wein referred to the people attacking the mansion.
“I don’t get it at all! Why would you let them kill you?!”
“Because it’s what they want, and I have the power to give it to them.”
“…!”
Lightning surged through Ninym. Although she tried to deny it, the prince’s
broken logic began to paint a bigger picture.
It couldn’t be. There had to be some mistake.
“F-fine!” Ninym shouted in desperate protest. “But there are other people
who want you to live!”
“Yes, and both hold equal value to me. So I’ve prioritized the side with more
enthusiasm,” Wein replied plainly. “That’s why I spent my days here—to avoid
needless casualties once the fervor of those who seek my death won out.”
Pieces of the puzzle rapidly assembled themselves in Ninym’s mind. She’d
always had questions.
Why had a nation’s prince chosen to live in such a remote place? And why
had he brought only one guard? Was it truly to make his death easier? Could
the truth be so absurd?
“…Are you stupid?!” Rage tinged Ninym’s shaking words. “That’s the dumbest
thing I’ve ever heard!” In that rage, sorrow. “Don’t you care about your life?!”
She knew the answer but had to ask anyway.
“Not at all.”
 Now Ninym understood.
Wein was like the magic lamps from old stories. They granted every wish and
desired nothing. A lamp was just a tool, after all. Its sole power was to serve
others.
Unlike most people, Wein could become a magic lamp. It was his only
strength and authority, so nothing felt precious.
If asked for gold, he offered it. If told to scorch the continent to a flat plain, he
obliged. If instructed to become a diligent prince, he would. If ordered to hand
over his life, he relinquished it. For someone as detached as Wein, every desire
was equally worthless.
“You’re such an idiot.”
Once, Ninym had considered Wein to be her kind savior. It was sad to know
he saw no difference between her plea for rescue and the assassins’ attempt on
his life.
She was furious. Ninym had cherished their days together, even though they
were too few. It wounded her to realize Wein cared nothing for that time. More
than anything else, though, his bleak reality left her rattled. How could the boy
who saved her endure such heart-wrenching loneliness?
“You can think about it later,” Wein said dismissively. “You’ll never find your
path if you get caught up in this.”
He was right. Ninym was only a young girl. She couldn’t put out a fire or
defeat the assassins. And she lacked the strength to drag Wein to safety against
his will. No one would condemn her for fleeing alone.
And yet…
…Ninym nonetheless took Wein’s hand.
“What’s this about?”
“Don’t accept death so easily.” The intensity in Ninym’s voice surprised her.
“It’s what the people want.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to go along with it.”
 “I have no reason to refuse.”
“You do!”
If Wein was indifferent to everything because he cherished nothing, then a
single grain would be enough to tip the scales. Ninym held his hand tightly.
“I’ll become important to you!”
This was her own naïve arrogance. Such an act would demean Wein’s divine
nature.
However, in that moment, Ninym vowed that no matter who stood in her
way, she wouldn’t allow the prince to die alone.
“How?” Wein asked after a brief pause. “How will you become important to
me?”
“You think I know?!” Ninym shouted. “You tell me! How should I win you
over?!” Wein gave her a perplexed look, but the girl pressed on. “If you don’t
know, either, then we’ll put our heads together and figure it out! So don’t die
here, Wein!” Her eyes blazed, yet the boy’s expression remained a mystery.
This latest silence felt longer than any before it. All the while the flames crept
nearer.
“…I’m not sure,” Wein muttered finally.
His response struck Ninym like a boulder. Was that scale truly so immovable?
Her heart churned with disappointment, vexation, and sorrow. Anger soon
followed.
Ninym was absolutely incensed. How could Wein say that after hearing such
despair? He had to be mocking her. She thought he deserved a slap for it.
“Wait, just calm down,” Wein interrupted as though he’d sensed Ninym’s
intent. “I meant I’m not sure how we should escape.”
“What…?”
“Once the assassins realize my body isn’t here, they’ll search the mansion
more carefully and discover the escape route. We’ll need to find another way.”
In other words…
 Ninym beamed as Wein’s meaning dawned on her.
“Your Highness!” came a deafening roar from outside the mansion. “Are you
all right, Your Highness?! I’m here to save you! So please, hold on a bit longer!”
The children couldn’t see the situation beyond the storage room, but the
voice belonged to Raklum. Help had arrived. Ninym almost sobbed with relief,
but Wein grimaced.
“So Raklum’s back…and he’s probably outnumbered.”
Ninym gasped. Yes, even a man of his skill hardly stood a chance against the
many killers who surrounded the mansion.
However, a second voice soon followed Raklum’s.
“Hurry, His Highness is inside! His safety comes before pursuit of the enemy!”
It was Levan. Numerous others could be heard, too, as well as the clash of
swords.
“I see. Levan had a few extra soldiers stashed away,” Wein remarked.
The endangered prince had preferred minimal protection, but that didn’t
mean his vassals had been content to do nothing. And although Wein didn’t
know it, Levan considered Ninym the key to the Flahm’s future. Of course he’d
assign a secret unit to keep a close eye in case of an emergency.
“Um…” This sudden good fortune left Ninym dumbfounded, yet she still held
Wein’s hand tight. He urged her forward.
“Come on, Ninym. We’ll be safer outside with Raklum and the others.”
“R-right.”
The two escaped hand in hand and didn’t let go until they reached the adults.

When Ninym awoke, she stared at her hand and clenched it several times.
Years had passed since then, but she could still feel the sensation of Wein’s
hand squeezing hers back.
“I need to tell him everything.”
 Just like that, Ninym’s mind was made up.
Wein’s mysterious behavior of late had worried her, and there was no easy
answer to the situation with the Flahm. So Ninym had taken everything on
herself.
However, that had been a mistake. Ninym needed to share all her problems
and frustrations so they could rack their minds and stew over them together.
The faint sensation in her palm confirmed this was the right answer.
“I should hurry.”
Ninym sat up. The meeting was likely still in progress, but she’d go to him
regardless. The very thought made her heavy heart feel lighter.
However, a knock came at the door as she dressed. It was Levan.
“Master Levan? What is it?”
Ninym immediately harbored two concerns. The first was for Levan’s
presence here when he ought to have been with Wein, and the second was for
his grave expression.
“Did you run into a problem with Caldmellia?”
The young woman paled. Experience had taught her that even Wein wasn’t
infallible. Levan shook his head, though.
“No, our negotiations just ended. Once several conditions have been met,
Natra shall side with the West.”
“As part of Wein’s plan, correct?”
“…Indeed.”
Ninym sighed with relief, yet she couldn’t help but notice Levan’s frown at the
mention of Wein’s name.
“Master Levan, did something happen between you and His Highness?”
“…”
His silence was telling. The meeting with Caldmellia had concluded without
obvious incident, yet Wein and Levan apparently came to a disagreement
afterward. Even so, Ninym remained positive.
 “Master Levan, let’s speak with Prince Wein together. I’m sure a solution will
present itself if we’re completely honest.”
Her words sang with confidence and fresh optimism. Even the most clueless
outsider would’ve agreed her approach was for the best. Levan shook his head,
however.
“That won’t be necessary. Rather, it’s impossible.”
“What do you mean?”
An unshakable foreboding threatened to overwhelm Ninym when she saw
Levan falter. The man forced himself to meet her gaze.
“Prince Wein died moments ago.”
“…………What?”
Ninym didn’t process a single word.
“Wh-what? Died?”
“To be more precise, I killed him.”
Levan had killed Wein.
The simple confession took Ninym several seconds to process. Her blood ran
cold, and she began to tremble violently.
“Y-you’re lying. Right, Master Levan?”
“I am not.”
He flatly dismissed her desperate, choked denial.
“Th-then it must be a joke or mistake.”
“Does that sound like me?”
“Ngh… Ah…”
She couldn’t argue.
As Levan said, he would never lie or make a joke in such poor taste, nor would
he mistake reality so terribly.
Did that mean he’d really killed Wein?
 “For the sake of the Flahm’s greatest wish, I had to remove any threats
swiftly. And Ninym— No, descendant of the great Founder. From now on, you
shall be our symbol.”
 Levan’s words seemed unreal but rooted Ninym to the spot nonetheless. She
only understood this wasn’t her chosen path.
Future generations would call this era “the Great War of Kings.”
As news of Wein Salema Arbalest’s death spread like wildfire, the continent
faced its darkest days yet.
 “Your Highness! Forgive my impudence, but such danger was due to your
reckless judgment!”
“I must agree with Sir Levan. I cannot bear to imagine what might have
happened if he hadn’t stationed hidden reinforcements nearby…”
After they fled the fire, Wein and Ninym safely reconvened with Raklum and
Levan. The assassins were driven back and the fire extinguished, but remaining
in a half-destroyed mansion was risky. The group thus decided to abandon it for
the time being and seek shelter in the town inn where they’d met previously.
Upon arrival, Raklum and Levan had immediately reprimanded Wein.
“We’ve reached the town without incident, but our presence is a distraction.
Soon enough, everyone will know an esteemed individual resides here. For the
sake of your well-being, I wish to return to the palace as soon as possible…!”
Levan insisted.
“We drove back the earlier assassins, but there could be remnants. The
terrain is unfamiliar, and it will be difficult to maintain proper defenses here. I
understand that a foot soldier like myself has no right to speak up, but I don’t
believe it’s realistic for Your Highness to hide away in another villa.” Raklum
offered his own candid advice as well, and Wein gave a small sigh as both adults
drove him into a corner.
“Yes, you’re right. I won’t leave the palace again.”
“Your Highness…” Levan could not mask his surprised delight.
“Prepare for our return immediately. We’ll leave once everything is ready.”
“Yes, of course!” Levan hurried out of the room.
“…Are you sure about this?” Raklum questioned. It seemed odd to him that
Wein would so easily accept.
“The question of whether we’ve seen the last of them aside, those who seek
my death suffered a harsh failure. There is no longer any need to hide. Am I
wrong?”
 “…No, it is as you say,” Raklum replied with obvious displeasure.
“Besides, I think highly of your loyal service. You’ll be rewarded once we
return, so look forward to it.”
“Yes, Your Highness. Thank you very much!” Raklum offered a deep bow and
took Wein’s hint to excuse himself. Ninym immediately appeared as if next in
line.
“Um, may I come in, Your Highness?”
“Sure.”
Once she had permission, Ninym approached, took a deep breath, then gave
an aggressive bow.
“I-I’m so sorry! I said something unbelievably rude to you!”
Her head had cooled once the adults took her and Wein to safety. Upon
realizing what she’d said, she made up her mind to apologize.
“It made for a change of pace,” Wein replied.
Ninym’s stomach flipped. Such a vague comment skirted the edge of
forgiveness and condemnation.
She looked up timidly, hoping to judge the prince’s mood.
Wein was smiling.
“…Wow.”
“What is it?”
“Well…I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Your Highness smile,” Ninym
said.
Wein gave a look of surprise and touched his lips, suggesting he’d never
realized as much. It was a peculiar sight, and Ninym couldn’t hide her own
smile.
“Anyhow, what will you do next, Ninym?” Wein asked. “You said you want to
become important to me. Does that mean you’ll join the palace staff?”
“No, I’ll return to my village for now,” Ninym answered readily. “I’ve
considered what I should do, but I’m not sure yet. At this rate, I’ll only be a
burden if I stay by Your Highness’s side. First, I need to become someone you
can depend on for support.”
“Well then, you’d better go home and train.”
“Yes. As Your Highness knows, the Flahm serve as aides to the royal family. I
was a candidate to become Princess Falanya’s aide, but I’ve decided I’ll be yours
instead, Prince Wein!”
Ninym spoke with firm resolve. Her previous confusion and despair had been
replaced by a vivid glow.
“Traditionally, a male royal is assigned a male Flahm, and a female royal is
assigned a female Flahm. It won’t be easy.”
“I’ll work hard for what I want!”
“I suppose I could grant it in a heartbeat.”
“No thanks!” Ninym briskly refused.
“In that case, I’ll await the day you return to serve me.”
“Okay! I’ll do my best!”
The dramatic fate that first began when a boy and a girl ran away from home
thus became a dear promise. Memories faded, but the bond between them
would forever shine brightly.
“Also, Your Highness, um, if I become your aide…”
Ninym whispered the rest in Wein’s ear.
“Hmm? I see. I don’t mind, so long as no one’s around. Visit anytime.”
“Really? Okay—I’ll see you soon, so wait for me, Wein!”
“I look forward to it, Ninym.”
Ninym nodded enthusiastically, and Wein smiled once more.
 It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m Toru Toba. Thank you very much for picking up
the twelfth volume of The Genius Prince’s Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt
(Hey, How About Treason?).
This time, the spotlight is on Ninym! She’s been with Wein since the first
volume, but the stakes are higher than ever! I knew I needed to write a story
like this at some point, and I think a lot of readers felt the same way. I hope you
enjoyed it!
By the way, what did you think of the anime adaptation? Those twelve
episodes seemed to fly by. Watching Wein and the others come to life was so
much fun, but I was also sad to see it end. I hear a lot of creators are struck by a
sense of loss after the final anime broadcast and feel out of sorts. I wondered if
that was true, and it totally is. I’m out of sorts.
In any case, I’ll pick myself up and keep writing.
Now, on to my usual thanks and apologies.
First, to my new editor, Sugiura. I’m so sorry for already causing you so much
trouble! We’re approaching the climax, so please stick with me until the very
end!
I’d also like to apologize to my illustrator, Falmaro! Still, your illustrations
were as wonderful as ever. Thank you so much!
I’m also very grateful to you, the readers. It’s exciting to know the anime has
inspired so many to check out the source material. I’ll continue to do my best
for old and new fans alike.
Emuda’s manga adaptation is also a huge hit on the Manga Up! app, so please
be sure to check it out!
I have plenty of surprises in store for the thirteenth volume. Will a ray of light
shine down on the tumultuous continent as powers and motives collide? I’ll put
my heart into every word, so please look forward to it. See you next time!
 Copyright

The Genius Prince’s Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt (Hey, How About
Treason?) 12
Toru Toba
Translation by Jessica Lange
Cover art by Falmaro
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the
product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
TENSAI OUJI NO AKAJI KOKKA SAISEI-JYUTSU SOUDA, BAIKOKU SHIYOU
volume 12
Copyright © 2022 Toru Toba
Illustrations copyright © 2022 Falmaro All rights reserved.
Original Japanese edition published in 2022 by SB Creative Corp.
This English edition is published by arrangement with SB Creative Corp., Tokyo
in care of Tuttle-Mori Agency, Inc., Tokyo.
English translation © 2024 by Yen Press, LLC
Yen Press, LLC supports the right to free expression and the value of
copyright. The purpose of copyright is to encourage writers and artists to
produce the creative works that enrich our culture.
The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book without permission is a
theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like permission to use
material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact the
publisher. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.
Yen On
 150 West 30th Street, 19th Floor
New York, NY 10001
Visit us at yenpress.com
facebook.com/yenpress
twitter.com/yenpress
yenpress.tumblr.com
instagram.com/yenpress
First Yen On Edition: July 2024
Edited by Yen On Editorial
Designed by Yen Press Design: Wendy Chan Yen On is an imprint of Yen Press,
LLC.
The Yen On name and logo are trademarks of Yen Press, LLC.
The publisher is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not
owned by the publisher.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Toba, Toru, author.
| Falmaro, illustrator. | Lange, Jessica (Translator), translator.
Title: The genius prince’s guide to raising a nation out of debt (hey, how
about treason?) / Toru Toba ; illustration by Falmaro ; translation by Jessica
Lange.
Other titles: Tensai ouji no akaji kokka saisei-jyutsu, souda, baikoku
shiyou. English Description: First Yen On edition. | New York, NY : Yen On,
2019– Identifiers: LCCN 2019017156| ISBN 9781975385194 (v. 1 : pbk.) |
ISBN 9781975385170 (v. 2 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975309985 (v. 3 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975310004 (v. 4 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975313708 (v. 5 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975319830 (v. 6 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975321604 (v. 7 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975335878 (v. 8 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975339111 (v. 9 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975342029 (v. 10 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975352202 (v. 11 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975370817 (v. 12 : pbk.) Subjects: LCSH: Princes—Fiction.
Classification: LCC PL876.O25 T4613 2019 | DDC 895.6/36—dc23
 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2019017156
ISBNs: 978-1-97537081-7 (paperback) 978-1-9753-7082-4 (ebook)
E3-20240606-JV-NF-ORI
 Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Yen On.

To get news about the latest manga, graphic novels, and light novels from Yen
Press, along with special offers and exclusive content, sign up for the Yen Press
newsletter.

Sign Up
Or visit us at www.yenpress.com/booklink