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THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 3 Part 2

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A ‘shadow organization’ is a group whose very existence is not publicly acknowledged.

They are the outliers of the world, living in the shade, but in truth, they exert a massive influence on mainstream society.

Premeditated murder is a daily occurrence for them.

They facilitate the flow of illicit money, and much of the domestic trafficking of weapons, magic tools, and drugs—all of which are banned from private ownership—is done at their behest.

On top of that, there’s human trafficking, slavery, and organ harvesting. It’s said that the three great shadow organizations are involved in most of the illegal activities that violate Imperial law.

And that… is connected to the recent encounter between the Provisional Elite Corps and the bandits.

“The bandits you all subjugated in the Dyrst region… they were a splinter group of ‘Red Broad,’ one of the three great shadow organizations. And behind them… are the influential nobles leading the anti-Princess faction.”

“Yep! And just so you know, I’m the one who dug all that up! Praise me!”

Fadi puffed out his chest, looking proud.

As someone who’d just watched his comrades die, I couldn’t share his cheerful attitude, but there was no doubt the information was valuable.

“The shadow organizations again… Sending bandits at us… I guess that proves how dangerous they are.”

That battle was inevitable. And it’s guaranteed to happen again.

“We have to come up with a counter-plan, or this will get bad…”

“Exactly. But we lack the means to fight back.”

We have the Provisional Elite Corps as a conventional fighting force, but no other cards to play.

Right now, Fadi is the only one who can counter the shadow organizations, but there’s a limit to what he can do alone.

“…I see. ‘Fight poison with poison.’ You’re saying the best way to seal the movements of one shadow organization is to sic another one on them.”

Flegel, looking thoughtful, let out a long sigh and looked at Princess Valtrune.

“That’s right. We need to forge our own connections to the underworld, to ensure the anti-Princess nobles can’t interfere with the corps’ movements.”

“So, if we don’t take this risk, we’ll be crushed eventually. That’s the ‘agonizing decision’ you were talking about.”

“It’s not exactly a noble strategy, but we don’t have a choice.”

Princess Valtrune had probably been planning to use Fadi as her primary countermeasure against the underworld. But the recent attack on the corps must have shown her the limits of that approach, forcing her to commit to a full-scale reinforcement.

“The ‘White Smoke Lizards’ used to be tight with Marquis Rigel, but ever since I switched sides to Princess Valtrune, the whole organization cut ties with the anti-Princess nobles. Right now, they aren’t allied with anyone, so if we’re gonna bring ’em in, now’s the perfect time!”

“Plus, Fadi is the former leader. That should, in theory, make negotiations a little easier.”

“Ehehe! You should all be super-duper grateful to me!”

He had a smug look on his face, as if he were the star of the show.

I really wish Fadi would take this more seriously.

“We can’t let our guard down. We have no idea what they’ll think of you, Fadi, now that you’ve left.”

“Aldia’s right. Nothing is guaranteed.”

By preparing for the worst, we can better handle the unexpected. For all we know, we could walk into their headquarters and be met with a bloodbath.

“We should be prepared for a fight, just in case.”

“Of course. That’s exactly why you and I are going in person.”

Princess Valtrune’s fingers lightly brushed mine.

“—This is a top-secret mission that only the four of us can know about. It would be pathetic to have all our plans fall apart just because we lost a fight, wouldn’t it?”

“So, Rune-sama and I are the muscle…”

“And Fadi and Flegel will handle the negotiations. We’ll have to protect them, won’t we?”

Me and Princess Valtrune… on protection duty.

We’re more than capable as fighters, but as her personal knight, the idea of her being on the front lines makes me incredibly uneasy.

“With all due respect, Rune-sama, I’m not comfortable with you personally entering such a dangerous place. If we’re talking combat, General Ritziareite or Petra would be more suitable…”

“Al.”

“—!”

“I told you, this is not a noble strategy. I cannot, in good conscience, drag Ritziareite, with her strong sense of justice, or your precious friends into this mess.”

I could see the iron will in her blue eyes.

“This involvement with the underworld cannot become public. It would be too cruel to order them to ‘keep this dark secret forever.'”

She was right.

We four are united by the singular goal of winning the war, and we’re prepared to face whatever that entails. Fadi, as a former member, would have no problem dealing with his old organization. And Flegel, for the sake of his former fiancée, has the grit to push through anything.

“This is the right team. The four of us have the combat strength and the negotiating skills.”

Princess Valtrune took a deep breath.

“And, most importantly… if I drag you four into this mess, my conscience won’t hurt at all!”

And with that last-second, brutally honest confession, she ruined the entire mood.

“…I appreciate the honesty, Your Highness. It’s actually reassuring.”

“The four of us are now accomplices, sharing the same secret. We’re a fellowship of fate, destined to fall together if we fail. Are you prepared?”

“…Kuh. So I was just your choice of a suicide partner!?”

“Don’t worry, Flegel, I’m here, too! Oh, wait, me too! Ahaha, this is awesome!”

A top-secret mission with no guarantee of success, but where failure is not an option. A trial we must overcome to write a new future. We can only rely on each other. If even one of us falls, we all fall.

“All of us survive, or all of us die. Heh. An interesting mission, indeed.”

“You’re just as nuts as Fadi… God, I want to go home.”

“If I were a normal person, I’d have run away long ago.”

I brushed off Flegel’s jab and drew my sword, staring at its polished surface.

“My life is already a tightrope walk. Might as well get used to it.”

“…You’re right. We have to take the risk sooner or later.”

From the moment I chose to side with Princess Valtrune, I knew I was in for a series of uphill battles. But I chose to stay by her side… because I wanted to live a life without regret.

No matter what predicament we find ourselves in, I want to keep swinging this sword for her.

For her, I will carry everything I hold dear and see this through to the end.

“I’m ready. I can go whenever you are.”

I sheathed my sword and said it with conviction.

Fadi, twirling a knife in one hand, smiled fearlessly.

“Well, since I’m going, there’s no way we’ll fail.”

“…Hmph. Haaa… It’d be pathetic if I was the only one hesitating. If there’s no going back, then we’ve just got to see it through.”

Flegel scratched his head, but then gave a strong nod.

“The operation begins tomorrow, at sunset. Make your preparations and meet here again!”

“””Yes!”””

A secret meeting, held in the corner of an old shed. The four of us put our hands together, a silent vow.

A critical mission that will never be recorded in memory or history.

This is our quiet resistance, born in the shadows, against the fate that awaits.

“You’re dismissed.”

We nodded silently and went our separate ways. With our minds on the coming operation, we returned, just for one more day, to our normal lives.


5

The sunset sky was slowly fading to a pale violet. The sun vanished behind the hills, and the members of the Provisional Elite Corps finished their duties, returning to their free time.

“Sir Aldia, good work today.”

“Yeah. You too.”

I gave a slight nod to the soldiers I passed, and once I’d reached an empty area, I looked around.

“…”

No one. The soldiers’ cheerful voices were already distant.

“All armed… Good to go.”

I retraced my steps and headed for yesterday’s shed. I stuck to the quietest, least-used paths, taking a bit of a detour, and finally arrived.

…No one’s here.

In the dimming light, a slightly warm breeze blew past. The rustling of leaves in the wind was loud. Conversely, it was the only sound.

“Did I get the time wrong…?”

A flicker of anxiety. But the moment I heard the sound of boots on the dirt behind me, I relaxed.

“Sorry. I’m late… Oh, just you?”

“Yeah. No one else is here yet.”

The second one to arrive was Flegel.

He was carrying the iron sword he hadn’t worn in ages, and was fully decked out in sturdy armor.

His scholarly air was gone; replaced by the face of a soldier. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Haven’t seen you dressed like that since the academy.”

“Well, I’ve mostly been assisting Lady Valtrune since I got here. Haven’t had much time to see you, either.”

“Isn’t the armor heavy?”

“Don’t tease. I still go out on bandit hunts with Mia and Ambros, you know.”

He rolled his shoulders, his lips pursed.

The gesture was so… young. I couldn’t help it; I know it’s mean, but I chuckled.

“Don’t laugh…”

“Heh. Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry at all. Tsk, whatever.”

Flegel brushed back his neatly-kept bangs and glanced around. Then he put a hand on my shoulder.

“…Let’s go inside.”

He said, and opened the shed door.

It was darker than yesterday, and with no light coming in, it was pitch black inside. When we shut the door, the air felt even dustier. I coughed, and Flegel covered his mouth with his sleeve.

“I think… I’m going to sneeze.”

“Gah… It wasn’t this dusty yesterday.”

We grumbled as we walked deeper into the shed, to the spot where we’d met.

The floorboards creaked. Through the thin walls, we could hear the high-pitched shriek of a bird.

“…Hey, Aldia.”

“Yeah,” I replied quietly.

Our gazes were both fixed on a large, downward-sloping staircase in the corner of the room.

“…Was this staircase here yesterday?”

“No…”

It wasn’t.

A rectangular space gaped open, as if the floor had been cut away.

Below, a darkness even deeper than the room’s spread out, leading so far down it made one hesitate to approach.

“…”

“…”

We both stood in silence.

Unnerved by the change, we both took a step back.

As we were focused on the stairs, something soft and warm bumped into my back.

“—!”

A soundless scream caught in my throat. But it wasn’t a ghost or a monster.

“Calm down. It’s me.”

“R-Rune-sama… You scared me.”

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst.

She looked at my pale face with concern and began to pat my head, as if to calm me.

“Hah, you jumping like that made me jump.”

“Sorry…”

Flegel was also clutching his chest, his voice sharp.

I’m used to enemy ambushes, but I’m terrible with unexplainable, supernatural-seeming stuff. I rubbed my shoulders and let out a long breath.

“You’re too jumpy… Come to think of it, you were surprised yesterday, too.”

“I… just don’t like surprises. Things popping out of nowhere.”

“Oh? That’s interesting to know.”

“Please don’t be planning any pranks…”

I put a hand to my forehead, dreading her words.

She was definitely plotting some mischief for later. I regretted, too late, revealing a weakness in front of her.

Three of the four team members were here. The only one missing was Fadi—the most critical piece of this negotiation.

“One more… When is he going to show up?”

“Huh?”

Just as Flegel grumbled, Princess Valtrune made a surprised sound. She looked thoughtful, scanning the inside of the shed.

“Rune-sama? What’s wrong?”

“Oh. I just… I assumed Fadi would be the first one here.”

She said, but… Fadi was nowhere to be seen, and we couldn’t hear anyone approaching from outside. Just a quiet, slightly chilly, empty space.

“Isn’t he just napping or something? Should I go check his room?”

Flegel, his patience worn out, started to leave, but Princess Valtrune shook her head.

“Wait.”

“But…”

“Fadi should have headed here even before me. We spoke in my office just before I finished my work. I’m sure of it.”

“If you say so…”

Flegel’s shoulders slumped, and he returned to his spot.

Still, the fact remained that Fadi wasn’t here. If she was right, that meant he’d run into trouble on the way. If so, we couldn’t rule out the possibility that it was shadow-organization-related.

“Rune-sama. If Fadi isn’t here, we should postpone. If something happened to him on the way, then, just as Flegel said, we should go look for him.”

The sun was completely gone, and we were well past the meeting time. My anxiety grew.

Princess Valtrune’s blue eyes wavered, undecided.

“…What should we do?”

“Huh? About what?”

“About whether to go get Fadi or… eh?“

That… incredibly relaxed voice.

The three of us turned. Standing behind us, his nose smudged with soot, was Fadi, looking at us as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Where… have you been?”

Fadi just tilted his head at Flegel’s question.

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“No, but… huh? We didn’t see you at all…”

Even if he’d been hiding, he should have shown himself when we arrived. But… he wasn’t looking at us like he’d just enjoyed a prank; he looked genuinely confused, which was strange.

“…I’ll ask just in case. Where were you?”

Fadi pointed to the stairs we’d just found.

“In there! I was waiting waaaay down at the bottom.”

“Those stairs… Did you open them?”

“Open, or… they were just… here. Back when I was with the Lizards, I used this hidden passage all the time to sneak into the castle. You know, steal food and stuff.”

Looking closely, I could see the steps were caked in a thick layer of white dust, as if they hadn’t been used in a very long time.

“We can get outside from here without anyone seeing. Come on, come on, we’re already late!”

Fadi, completely oblivious to our worry, cheerfully herded us toward the passage, muttering, “Jeez, I was waiting forever and you guys never showed. Punctuality is, like, basic human decency, you know.”

…If he knew about a secret passage, I really wish he’d shared that information beforehand.

Following Fadi’s back, Flegel and Princess Valtrune let out huge sighs, then began to descend.

“…Well. At least nothing bad happened.”

Relieved that it was just a misunderstanding, I, too, turned my gaze into the deep, dark abyss.

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 3 Part 1

Chapter 3 – The Inherited Soul of a Ruler

1

A week after the battle with the bandits in the Dyrst region, I was summoned to an unpopular equipment shed behind the castle.

As I racked my brain for the reason, my rampage during the bandit fight came to mind.

When I returned to the Imperial Castle, Princess Valtrune had scolded me.

‘Al, from now on, you are forbidden from fighting alone. Understood?’

I remembered her face, quietly admonishing me as if I were a child.

…Is this my punishment?

I thought, letting out a deep sigh.

Steeling myself, I headed to the shed, only to find an unexpected person waiting.

“Ah, hey! Over here!”

“…Fadi.”

He beckoned me over, and I reluctantly approached.

“…Why are you here?”

“Same as you.”

“Rune-sama summoned you?”

“Yep, that’s right!”

Fadi cackled, then looked around, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“She’s late, though.”

“Well, Rune-sama is busy…”

“Her, yeah, but there’s one more person coming.”

His words just added to my confusion. I tilted my head.

“One more?”

“She didn’t tell you anything?”

“No.”

I’d thought I was the only one summoned. But if others were gathered, too, then this probably wasn’t a punishment detail.

It’s no use. I have no idea what Princess Valtrune is planning.

“Can I at least ask who else is coming?”

Fadi toyed with his red hair and muttered.

“Flegel.”

I see. I have absolutely no idea what kind of criteria she used to pick us.

We waited for a while, and just as Fadi said, a winded Flegel appeared, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Yo.”

“How are you so calm about this…”

“Flegel! I’m here, too!”

“Ugh. And the annoying one is here, too…”

“Haha, my reputation really is the worst. I’m totally gonna cry~♪.”

Flegel looked completely fed up, while Fadi remained cheerful even after the jab.

These two seemed like complete opposites. Was this really going to be okay? As I watched them bicker, someone clapped me hard on the shoulder from behind.

“…Sorry to keep you waiting!”

“—Your Highness!?”

I jumped, my shoulders jolting. When I turned, Princess Valtrune was standing there, her cheeks puffed out slightly. She was radiating a dangerous aura, clearly unhappy with my form of address.

“Now, Al. What did you just call me?”

“M-My apologies. Rune-sama.”

“Fufu. Much better.”

She smiled teasingly, then looked at the three of us in turn.

“Good! That’s everyone.”

She counted us on her fingers, then took a breath.

“Operation: Provisional Elite Corps Intelligence Agent Reinforcement… begins now!”

She announced, out of the blue.


2

Princess Valtrune has more drive than anyone. Sometimes she leads the army on the battlefield, and other times she uses her intellect to actively manage domestic affairs.

I have sworn from the bottom of my heart to always be at her side, supporting her as she gives her all. …However, this current situation was a complete blindside. This was a new operation I’d heard nothing about.

“Operation: Provisional Elite Corps Intelligence Agent Reinforcement?”

“…What’s this about?”

Flegel and I tilted our heads in unison, our eyes asking for an explanation.

“Let’s talk details inside.”

Princess Valtrune pointed to the shed and gave Fadi a subtle signal.

Fadi immediately produced a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and struck an exaggerated ‘welcome’ pose.

“Okaaay, right this way, everyone!”

…Ugh. I have a really bad feeling about this.

Fadi’s goofy attitude was only fueling our anxiety.

“Hey, Aldia. I want to go home.”

“What a coincidence. I was just thinking the same thing.”

This shady, unexplained operation definitely involved some new trouble Fadi had dragged in. I could feel it, and my feet suddenly felt heavier than they had all day.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Princess Valtrune said, turning to us as we hesitated. She flashed a bright, almost innocent smile.

“This is a top-secret mission that only a select few know about. So, trying to leave partway through will result in severe punishment.”

“…Huh?”

“Isn’t that just… forcing us?”

Flegel and I both went pale.

So, the moment we showed up here, we were already roped into this sketchy plot.

“So, you see, Al? I’m telling you, it’s best if you just come along.”

She placed a hand gently on my back.

‘I will not let you escape.’

I could feel her strong, unyielding will through her palm. At that point, I resigned myself to my fate and shot Flegel a look of pity.

“Flegel. It’s no use. Just give up…”

“Haaa…”

He, too, raised his hands in surrender and began to walk, defeated.

“Thank you, Al.”

“Well, I am your knight.”

In the first place, the moment she asked for my cooperation, I never had a choice.

There was only one path: to do whatever it takes to make this ‘Operation: Provisional Elite Corps Intelligence Agent Reinforcement’ a success, just as she wished.

“Fufu. I’m counting on you.”

“I will do everything in my power.”

In sharp contrast to Princess Valtrune, who held a hand to her lips and smiled softly, I put on a serious face and swore my absolute cooperation.


3

“Alright. I’ll explain the mission details. We’re going to use Fadi’s connections to add people skilled in intelligence gathering to the Provisional Elite Corps. That’s it!”

“Yep, that’s pretty much it!”

…That was the most concise ‘detailed’ explanation I’d ever heard. It was so vague, I was starting to question the very meaning of the words ‘mission details.’

“Um… that explanation doesn’t tell us why this is a ‘top-secret’ mission. If we’re just recruiting new allies, we shouldn’t need to be so secretive.”

“Al has a point. But think about it. I said we’re using Fadi’s connections. Which means…”

I started to understand what she was implying.

Using Fadi’s connections meant… contacting the shady characters who live in the Empire’s underworld. Considering her status as Princess, that was an enormous risk.

“…Are you serious?”

“Yes. It was an agonizing decision I came to after much deliberation.”

“…You have my sympathies.”

What? So she’s a victim in this, too?

She must have been begged by Fadi to let his old comrades join the corps, and with her strong sense of responsibility, she couldn’t refuse. Now that she’d taken Fadi in, she couldn’t just ignore his requests.

Seeing her press her fingers to her temples, I let out a sigh of sympathy and relief.

“Fadi. Could you not trouble Rune-sama so much?”

“Ehh!? You’re just going to pin all the blame on me now!?”

“Thank you, Al. To be honest, I was at my wit’s end… You’re a lifesaver.”

“You switched sides way too fast… Hey, man, she’s playing you!”

I tilted my head at his protest.

“What are you talking about? As if Rune-sama would ever lie to me.”

When I said that, Fadi just stared at me with the face of a man who has seen a profound, unchangeable truth.

“This is hopeless… He’s completely tamed.”

“Fufu. Just as I’d expect from my knight.”

“A little-devil princess… terrifying. I bet one of these days she’s going to use you and say, ‘Now, let’s go conquer the world!’“

“Oh, you figured it out? You’re quite sharp, aren’t you?”

“H-Hey, don’t take my jokes seriously! And that’s not a cue, okay!?”

Fadi, who’d been talking a mile a minute, was completely overwhelmed by Princess Valtrune. As expected of the next Empress. Her charisma was on another level.

“…Alright. Playtime is over.”

“Oh, man. She actually just called it ‘playtime.’“

She starts it, and she ends it.

Is this the spatial-control ability granted only to a true Empress?

“Truly magnificent, Rune-sama.”

“I… where was the ‘magnificent’ part? Your loyalty is so blind you’d agree with anything…”

“Um. Are we done with this? I’d really appreciate it if we could get to the actual point.”

Flegel’s common sense cut through the air, bringing our ridiculous charade to an end. The heavy tension had finally broken. It was time.

“…So, Rune-sama. You were serious about using Fadi’s connections? That wasn’t a joke?”

My voice was serious now. My eyes were fixed on my noble liege.

Princess Valtrune, in turn, met my gaze with a resolute posture.

“Yes. I am aware of the risks, but this is how I intend to strengthen our forces.”

“…Understood.”

She had often spoken of wanting to gradually expand the Provisional Elite Corps. I’d predicted that, sooner or later, she would have to connect with the underworld. And seeing her expression now, I knew this wasn’t a half-hearted decision.

“Fadi has strong ties to the underworld. Before he joined us for the fight with Marquis Rigel, he belonged to a certain organization.”

“A certain organization?”

“Yes. One of the Empire’s three great shadow organizations. ‘The White Smoke Lizards.’ Fadi is their former leader.”

“—!”

‘A notorious assassin.’

That was Fadi’s reputation as I knew it. But the real Fadi wasn’t someone who could be summed up by such a simple title.

The real reason she’d wanted Fadi on her side… was his pipeline to the underworld. …I had completely misjudged the situation.

Back when I became her knight and we first decided to contact Fadi… My expectations for him weren’t very high. He was a total unknown. That was natural. But now I understood why she had been so insistent on recruiting him.

He’s a major figure from the Empire’s shadow world, one whose weaknesses she knew, making him easy to bring in.

Princess Valtrune, more than anyone, knew the massive implications of acquiring an asset like Fadi.

It was the optimal move, one that only she—with her knowledge of the past and her deep understanding of the Empire—could have arrived at. It was an answer I never could have found.

My eyes widened. I stared at Princess Valtrune, whose powerful gaze had not wavered for an instant.

“…Did you know, from the very beginning?”

I asked, and she, instantly understanding my meaning, gave a slow nod.

“Yes. It was all part of the plan.”

“—! That’s… amazing.”

“It’s not… but, well, being praised by you does feel nice.”

She blushed and smiled, clearly pleased by my admiration.

Fadi and Flegel, who had been listening, were completely lost.

“…Um, what are you two talking about?”

“It’s not really helpful when you two have a whole conversation just by looking at each other…”

They both looked utterly baffled.

“Sorry. It’s just… our thing. Don’t worry about it.”

Princess Valtrune tried to wave it off, but that only made their stares more suspicious.

“This is…”

“Sus-pi-cious.”

“It’s really nothing!”

Princess Valtrune, her smile strained, tugged on my sleeve, silently asking for help.

“Al…”

Being looked at like that… I had to help her.

I put a knuckle to my lips and gave a loud, throat-clearing cough.

“…What?”

“No, I was just… Rune-sama is in a tight spot, so…”

“Then you explain what you were talking about.”

“…”

I can’t just casually say, ‘Oh, Princess Valtrune recruited Fadi because it meant she could potentially absorb the entire White Smoke Lizards organization.’

I was at a complete loss. But staying silent would just make them more suspicious.

I wracked my brain, and finally came up with something.

“It’s about… your reason for being here…”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yeah. Rune-sama was just saying… if we succeed in this, it’ll be a huge personal achievement for you.”

It was a complete deflection. But it wasn’t technically a lie. If Flegel was being roped into this, it was almost certainly to let him build that kind of record.

Flegel’s eyes went wide.

“You mean…”

“It’s your chance to rebuild your relationship with your former fiancée.”

To re-establish his engagement to Lady Mariana of House Rhein. That was the primary reason Flegel had abandoned his status in the Kingdom and come to the Empire.

“Y-Yes! That’s exactly what we were talking about!”

Princess Valtrune seized the opportunity and jumped right on board.

“Rune-sama is thinking seriously about your future.”

“—!”

“The only reason she’s using Fadi’s connections is because she wants you to establish an unshakable position here in the Empire. She’s taking this risk… because she supports you and Lady Mariana.”

The words just flowed. …Even if they were just an ideal scenario I’d invented on the spot.

“That’s… really… I… I’m speechless. I don’t know how to thank her.”

“Yeah. I know, right?”

It was a ridiculously convenient story, but for Flegel, it was incredibly effective.

“If that’s the case, you should have just told me.”

“Rune-sama doesn’t like to broadcast her own good deeds. You should be more considerate.”

“Ah… Right. I’ll be more aware… And, as for this mission, I swear I will give it my all!”

The topic was successfully changed. And, as a bonus, I’d managed to fire Flegel up.

Not bad, if I do say so myself.

Fadi still looked skeptical, but since Flegel had bought my story, he dropped his line of questioning.

“…Right. Can we just get on with this now?”

“Yes,” Valtrune said, nodding at Fadi’s weary suggestion. She then continued her explanation.

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 2 Part 6

11

The blonde girl ran, a desperate look on her face, ignoring all calls to stop.

“Eh, Petra-chan!?”

I could practically feel her shock at seeing Al-chi’s sudden change.

Petra-chan must hate the idea of Al-chi changing for the worse.

I get it. It’s completely natural. If you saw your precious friend fighting in such a self-destructive way, of course you’d try to stop them. …But I know the truth. This side of Al-chi… it’s something he’s always had. He’s not changing; he was always possessed by this madness.

I didn’t think it would come out this early, but… his rough, emotional side is pretty much what I expected.

Though, the Al-chi right now seems far stronger and possessed by a much deeper darkness than I anticipated.

“This is bad. If we handle this wrong, it could cause a secondary disaster.”

As I worried about that possibility, I surveyed the situation. I couldn’t just run out there like Petra-chan.

“What to do, what to do…”

Even if we stop his rampage, it’ll just happen again. It’s impossible for us to completely calm the raging ‘Demon King.’ Still, I can’t just stand by and watch this disaster.

“…Well. Guess I’ll go, too.”

I stroked my dragon’s neck and pulled the reins tight.

“Okay, let’s go, Pochi! We’re off to save the hero in a pinch!”

“Grrrl!”

“Though… I’m not exactly the heroine, am I?”

My beloved dragon flexed its scales, harder than steel, and snorted, digging its sharp claws into the ground.

“GYEEEEEEEEEH!!”

“Ahaha! That screech of yours really rings in my ears!”

Covering one ear, I urged Pochi to chase after the girl running ahead.

“Now then. Petra-chan’s just going to charge straight in, but where should I make my move? Al-chi’s dangerous to even get near when he’s like this, and I don’t know how to snap him out of it… Should I charge in with Petra-chan? No, no, we’d probably get turned into mincemeat along with the bandits. Trying to circle around seems tough, too; we’d just get surrounded. In this situation, the best bet is probably to hang back and provide support to wipe them out. But Al-chi’s moving like a monster, so clumsy interference could just make things worse.”

If I jump in carelessly, I’ll end up dying a pathetic death, just like that time.

“…Besides, when I get worked up, I just turn into a cheap copy of Al-chi myself.”

“Krrrl?”

“Hm? Are you worried about me, Pochi? Aww, my baby is just the cutest!”

I gave Pochi a massive hug for his worried cry, then took a deep breath.

“It’s okay. I won’t die a stupid death this time. I’ll protect you, Pochi, and I’m going to watch over Al-chi and the others, too.”

“Gugyu?”

“…So yeah. In times like this, it’s best not to overthink it. Let’s just do what we always do!”

My role has always been to be the loud, energetic one. Anything more than that is outside my jurisdiction, and I don’t feel like I could do it anyway.

Because, in this world, there’s only one person who can truly save him.

“First, I’ll calmly regroup with General Ritziareite. And after that… we’ll just kick some ass!”

Even knowing full well who the real savior is… I put on my usual mask of the ignorant, air-headed Mia and prepared for a reckless charge.

We’ll definitely stop your rampage, Al-chi.

Because this time, at least, this is something only we can do.


12

I raised my sword again to crush the remaining bandits, ready to continue the one-sided slaughter—but that’s when I sensed a faint magic presence from behind.

“Aldia, move! I’ll incinerate all of those grunts swarming you!”

“—!”

I was on the verge of letting my consciousness fall into a dark abyss. But the voice of my reliable comrade, ringing in my ears like a slap to wake me from my stupor, shattered my self-absorbed thoughts.

“P-Petra…”

It’s not that I’d forgotten.

I knew I had comrades I could rely on.

I knew I wasn’t alone.

I thought I understood that this world wasn’t the broken, twisted hell it used to be.

“…Sorry.”

But the weak part of me was afraid. I was so terrified of getting the people I care about involved, of losing them, that I’d become frantic, trying to solve everything myself.

…As if I could ever do it all alone.

The flames from her magic spread wide, creating a wall that cut me off from the bandits.

After a brief exchange with Ritziareite, Petra ran straight toward me. And then…

“Idiot! You’re way too reckless! You never think!”

…her fist lightly thumped my back.

“My bad. When I get caught up, I lose sight of everything else.”

“I know that.”

As if she understood, Petra’s eyes were glistening slightly.

“Don’t make me worry about you.”

“I… lack self-control. Sorry.”

At that, Petra just snorted “Hmph” and, as if nothing had happened, turned her glare back to the bandits on the other side of the fire.

“Petra-chan! How are you faster than my dragon? That makes no sense!”

A little later, Mia arrived on her dragon.

“Isn’t your dragon just slow?”

“P-Pochi is fast!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“Hmph!”

Petra cracked a small smile at Mia, who was pouting.

Before I knew it, the raging, chaotic emotions inside me had vanished.

The blood that clung to my hands was still there, but even as I stared at the crimson, I could maintain my reason. The two of them had brought me back to my senses.

From here on, I won’t fight alone. If they’re looking at me like I should rely on them, then I will.

“Petra, Mia. We’re wiping out the rest of these bandits. Can I count on your support?”

At my words, the two of them looked at each other, and then smiled.

“Hah. What are you even asking?”

“Jeez, Al-chi, you really don’t get it.”

A relationship where we understood each other without words. That’s what I read in their calm expressions. I gripped the axe I’d picked up.

“All right. Then, with this momentum…”

‘Let’s annihilate the enemy.’ I’d barely gotten the thought out.

But before I could even give the order, the two of them had vanished.

“…Huh? What?”

Where did they go?

I looked around, and they were already closing in on the bandits, shouting in high spirits.

“Obviously, I’m going to get the most kills!”

“Obviously, I’m going to get the most kills!”

They’d completely ignored my command and just… charged.

They both entered their combat stances and re-engaged the bandits.

“Hmph! All the glory is mine!”

Petra began unleashing her signature magic even at close range, taking down bandits one after another.

“Hehe! I’m not gonna let you hog all the credit, Al-chi! Hyaaa!”

Mia skillfully fired her bow from atop her dragon, smashing into the enemy line.

I just held my head in my hands as I watched the two of them relentlessly cut down the bandits and push the front line forward.

…Hey. Can I have my touching moment of camaraderie back?

I may have been selfish before, but these two are just as bad.

As I watched them tear up the battlefield with a deadpan expression, I heard the motivated war cries of our soldiers from behind me.

“All units, CHARGE!”

Led by Ritziareite, the soldiers of the Provisional Elite Corps began to pour in, swarming the bandits.

“UAAAAAAAAAH!”

“Push them back all at once!”

“Follow those two!”

“Don’t falter! Advance!”

Ritziareite and a flood of soldiers streamed past me as I stood there.

“Sir Aldia. We’ll take it from here.”

She whispered, then immediately moved to support Petra and Mia.

…Looks like my part here is done.

The tables had turned completely. The bandit gang was in full collapse, and I could see several of them already trying to flee. A one-sided rout began, with our soldiers chasing down the fleeing bandits.

In the end, the Provisional Elite Corps had completely annihilated the bandit gang.


13

The bandit gang. Survivors: zero.

The Dyrst plains were littered with corpses.

The Provisional Elite Corps had also taken numerous casualties, but given that they were so outnumbered, the fact that they’d held on with minimal losses could be called a blessing.

“…Phew. That was surprisingly easy.”

“Well, Al-chi took out a whole bunch of ’em for us.”

Petra and Mia, who had turned the tide, were calmly drinking water as if it was nothing. The crisis was over, the anxiety gone.

But just because it all worked out, doesn’t mean my rampage was forgiven.

“…Still, an idiot who goes berserk like that needs to be taught a lesson.”

“Ah, for real. I was so nervous watching from the sky.”

The two heroines slowly turned their gaze to me.

“…I’m sorry.”

Their response to the ‘berserk idiot’ was decidedly cold.

We’d just won a desperate battle, but I didn’t feel very alive.

“Hah. Seriously… you big idiot.”

“I’m reporting this to Lady Valtrune, just so you know. You’d better be ready♪”

I had nothing to say. Petra and Mia were only this angry because they were, from the bottom of their hearts, worried about me.

I felt an intense pressure, as if I wasn’t even allowed to blink. With a deep sense of remorse, I bowed my head low.

“I have no excuse.”

And, of course, there were plenty of other people who had a problem with my unilateral actions. Ritziareite also came to stand in front of me as I bowed, and she gently, with a trembling hand, patted my back.

“It’s true, you know? When I saw you fighting all those bandits by yourself… my heart just… stopped.”

Her eyes were slightly teary as she spoke, her words tumbling out.

“Please… don’t ever do that again.”

Her quiet, desperate plea made me feel an overwhelming sense of guilt.

“Promise me. That you won’t be so reckless again.”

“…Yes.”

My throat was dry. I couldn’t say anything more.

“…And one more thing.”

Ritziareite put her hands on my shoulders and whispered gently in my ear.

“…Thank you for coming to save us.”

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 2 Part 5

8

“…Sir Aldia?”

The savior who appeared from the sky, his black clothes whipping around him, stood before the bandits.

We’re saved.

Almost at the same instant I felt that, a feeling of dread, like ice piercing my spine, was born.

His form, calmly cutting through enemies amidst the dust, was that of the Princess’s Knight—it held no scent of defeat.

…And yet, it was wrong.

The him I knew had a definite warmth beneath his strength. But now, I couldn’t feel that warmth at all.

It was as if a chill was rising from the ground. He was simply a cruel, powerful being, continuing to cut down the bandits. His rough movements weren’t like him. His back, as he recklessly closed the distance on his enemies, was too dangerous to watch.

I have to fight, too!

I tried to move to him, but my body only pitched forward slightly.

“Huh… Why…?”

My legs wouldn’t move, as if they’d turned to stone. Just moments ago, I’d been moving freely, holding the bandits at bay, but from the instant I saw him fight, I couldn’t stop shaking.

This is wrong! I have to stop him! I have to be at his side, supporting him!

My mind understood, but my limbs wouldn’t budge. I felt a cold sweat run down my cheek, my breathing growing ragged.

“Stop… fighting like that is…”

I could see a future I didn’t want to see.

His agonizing form, covered in wounds, still swinging his sword.

“Please, stop…”

My hoarse voice didn’t reach him. Even as I desperately reached out, he just moved further away.

Ear-splitting screams and sprays of crimson blood spread out from him as the epicenter.

…Ah. It’s no use. I can’t stop him.

The strength left my limbs. The sounds, the colors of the world… everything was fading, crumbling away.

“…”

As I realized my own powerlessness, I found a part of me starting to accept this gruesome scene.

Why was he slaughtering them so cruelly? It must be to protect us in our exhausted state. He had single-handedly broken the stalemate where the Provisional Elite Corps was cornered, drawing all the enemy’s animosity onto himself. That’s why we were saved. But that can’t possibly be right.

…How pathetic.

We are the ones who stole his warmth.

If I were stronger, he wouldn’t have had to push himself this hard.

His back, as he swung his sword all alone, looked somehow lonely. There was an indescribable distance, as if he alone were in a separate world.

“…This isn’t… what I wanted.”

I clenched my fists, forced my trembling legs to move, and took one step forward. I can’t just stand here and watch. I hate always being the one who’s protected. I want to be useful to him, too.

Because he’s the one I admire! The one I want to stand beside as an equal someday!

“Al…”

“Aldia, move! I’ll incinerate all of those grunts swarming you!”

The instant I opened my mouth to call his name, a woman’s loud voice echoed from above. Immediately after, a crimson explosion and a searing wind engulfed the battlefield.

“—!”

The ground was scorched black, and pillars of fire raged so high it was terrifying to approach.

A strike from long range, with no warning. I looked up and saw a dragon mount, its wings beating strongly.

Ah, right. Mia brought back help.

“General Ritziareite! We’re here to help!”

Mia waved, then sent the dragon into a steep dive.

A heavy thud as it landed on the grass. Then, cutting through the dragon’s cry, an annoyed ‘tsk’ came from behind Mia.

“Tch. Just as I thought. Not enough time to gather magic.”

“Ehh? But it was super awesome! Like, BOOM!”

“Ugh, ‘boom’? Your communication skills are hopeless. How pathetic.”

“I complimented you, and you insulted me!?”

“Don’t worry. It’s what I always think.”

“Isn’t that even more rude!?”

They had enough composure to bicker like that.

“U-Um!”

We have to help him!

I tried to say that, but Petra held her hand up as if she’d read my mind, cutting me off.

“I know what you want to say. We’ll buy you time to regroup.”

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t you worry, General Ritziareite!”

Mia huffed in agreement, giving me a thumbs-up.

“You two…”

I quietly closed my eyes and let out a small breath.

…Perhaps I was being too hasty.

“Understood. As soon as I re-form the ranks, I will lead the soldiers back into battle. Until then… please, take care of him—Sir Aldia!”

When I said that, they both nodded silently. They turned to face the bandits, as if to shield the Provisional Elite Corps.

“Yeah. Leave it to us. Now… time for the counterattack!”

“Heheh! It’s been a while, but I guess I’ll get serious!”

Their determined cries.

The large dragon thundered past me, the wind from it tossing my brown hair.

The two of them charged straight toward Aldia, without a moment’s hesitation. It felt like a symbol of the complete trust they had in him, a trust I had not yet earned.

…I’m truly envious.

I could feel the difference in the time they had spent with him. Unlike me, they didn’t hesitate. I was just flustered by this side of him I’d never seen, hesitating to help. Our relationships were on completely different levels.

But… even so.

“…I want to understand Sir Aldia better from now on.”

I muttered, then snapped my spear to the ready.

I knew what I had to do. Now, I just had to do it.

“All troops, regroup! Prioritize the wounded, but all who can still fight, form up on me!”

I was a little late, but I still want to do everything I can to help him.

As the General of the Provisional Elite Corps, that’s the least I should be able to do for him.


9

Bandits are nothing but enemies of Princess Valtrune. They are objects to be disposed of.

They’re no more significant than pebbles on the side of the road.

“…Yaaargh!”

The sword the bandit swung was badly chipped. A worn-out, unmaintained straight sword. Most of the blade was rusted; it looked more like a club than a sword.

“You think that’s going to hit me? Are you an idiot?”

“Tch, stop moving around…”

Several bandits swung at me, but none even grazed my skin.

“Heh. Just a mob. Is this all you’ve got?”

“D-Don’t mock us!”

“Just die! Uraaa…!”

The bandits moved to surround me, lashing out.

But for me, someone who has crossed the line between life and death countless times on past battlefields…

“UWOOOAAAAAAH!”

…No matter how many times they repeat these crude attacks, they’ll never hit me.

“Hup!”

“Agah…!?”

The black sword pierced the bandit’s abdomen. A sticky spray of blood hit my face.

I watched the bloodstain on his clothes spread for a moment before yanking my sword free.

“Ugh… ah… ngh!”

I kicked the staggering bandit away and let out a light breath.

“…Fuu.”

A real battlefield was nothing like this.

Fools who leave themselves open to grieve for a fallen comrade are the first to die.

Don’t fear death. Grow numb to pain. Strike down the enemy. That is the only way to survive a cruel battlefield.

The only one left standing in the end… is the strong, solitary one who keeps moving forward, even after losing everything.

That’s why I can’t lose. I don’t need anyone. I can overturn any disadvantage on my own.

“I will kill you. You are all nothing but a plague to Rune-sama, and I will bury every last one of you right here.”

“This guy… he’s insane…”

“He’s a murderer…!”

A murderer. Yes, that’s a fitting description.

“Heh… Haha!”

“—!”

A laugh just… bubbled up.

Ah, that’s right.

Just as they say. I’m a murderer, without a single shred of decency.

“Hahahahahaha!”

All I am is an ugly monster, drowning in the urge to kill.

“Wh-What are you laughing at!?”

“Oh, just remembering my own ugliness. Don’t worry about it. You’ll be dead soon anyway.”

“Wha…!”

I glanced at their pale faces and gently wiped the blood from my cheek.

I have this grand title, ‘Personal Knight to Princess Valtrune,’ now, but I used to be a genuine killer who just… slaughtered enemies without purpose.

Before I regressed, the people of the Empire called me ‘The Cold-Blooded Demon King in Black.’ A terrible name, but for someone as ugly as me, it was probably fitting.

And seeing myself, able to slaughter without hesitation, I think…

‘I’ll probably never change.’

I looked down at the ground, and in a pool of blood, I saw the face of an ugly murderer.

Killing, and killing, and killing… at some point, I lost all fear of the battlefield.

All I can do to protect Princess Valtrune is kill.

I don’t have a noble’s resolve. I don’t have the makings of a gentleman. I find my worth only by using the power in my body to its absolute limit, to wipe out any threat that appears.

“Killing is my purpose… which means I am the cold-blooded man who is going to kill you.”

I pointed my sword, and their faces twisted in terror.

“My bad… but you’re going to have to indulge my selfishness and die here.”

“—!”

I lunged forward, taking one head, then another.

“Guah!”

“Ugoh…!”

“Gyaaaaah!”

“…Found you.”

I slipped through the gaps in the circle and aimed for the neck of the man who seemed to be their leader.

“You’re the leader of this group.”

“S-Surround him!”

At the man’s shout, the bandits rushed me all at once.

“How pointless…”

Resistance is meaningless. They’re all fated to die here.

“Ugh…!”

“Gyaaaaaah!!”

I dropped low and swept through the dense crowd, severing limbs.

“It doesn’t matter if dozens of small-fry swarm me. You can’t stop me.”

“Y-You…”

“Die.”

“Agah!”

The rough screams raised the voltage on the battlefield, filling me with an intoxicating euphoria. My hands were stained red, and with every look of despair I saw up close, the pace of my sword quickened.

“Y-You… Don’t you have a human heart!? Ageh!”

I plunged my sword into the bandit’s throat and whispered in a chilling voice to the dying man.

“Don’t you dare preach morality to me, you filth… You make me sick.”

“Fugyu… gah…”

“That’s right. Just shut up and let me kill you. That’s the only value you’ve been permitted to have.”

I pulled my sword out, bathing in the rain of blood that erupted from his body, and turned my gaze to the next target.

A human heart? It’s a mistake to look for such a thing in me.

No matter how many pained screams I hear.

No matter how much hatred is directed at me.

My heart won’t waver even a single millimeter.

“Uh!”

“Gugah!”

“…Hm?”

The tip of my sword chipped from swinging it so recklessly. But the reeking pools of blood were littered with weapons. I picked up a sturdy-looking battle-axe.

“…Well, this will do.”

“Gugyaaaah!”

And I began to slaughter them anew.

I kicked an enemy’s head with my blood-and-mud-caked boot and swung the axe like a bludgeon.

“Die. Die. Die. Die. DIE!!”

I kept repeating the words like a curse, mercilessly butchering the terrified bandits.

My guiding principle is singular.

“To protect what is precious, I will kill every enemy. …That is who I am.”

To take before you are taken from. That’s just common sense. That’s the essence of battle.

For bandits, of all people, to tremble in fear at a little killing… it’s truly pathetic.

“Hiii! C-Come on, spare me! Ubugh!”

“I don’t… want… to die…”

Ah, this is exhilarating. Why does it feel so good to kill my weeping, screaming enemies?

I was reveling in the pleasure, raising the axe again, when I felt an intense killing intent from behind.

“Don’t get so damn cocky!”

An attack from my blind spot grazed my left side.

“Hah, how’d you like that!”

“…”

Blood dripped from the wound, and I felt a sharp heat and pain, but…

“…Haha.”

“—Wha!?”

For me, right now, getting injured is utterly meaningless.

I sent the bandit flying with a roundhouse kick and lightly pressed a hand to the wound.

“I’ve taken wounds like this countless times.”

I’m used to this pain. As long as it’s not so agonizing I can’t move, it won’t impede my ability to fight at all.

“Why are you cowering? Let’s continue our little killing match.”

“What… is he…”

Even the time I spend standing still feels like a waste.

I want to kill more, faster.

I want to keep bathing in warm blood.

I want to keep hearing the screams of wicked men.

I’m done pursuing refined, precise movements. From here on, I’ll end this with a cruder, uglier, filthier way of fighting than the world has ever seen.


10

The Aldia in front of me, chopping enemies to pieces, was not the person I admired back at the military academy.

Always calm, minimizing his own risk, overwhelming his foes with a brilliant sword dance.

The Aldia Graetz I admired was a rational, composed, ‘smart’ fighter who never even lost his breath. That’s what I thought.

“…What is that?”

I couldn’t hide my shock at the sight of him mercilessly slaughtering the bandits.

It was a crude, cruel way of fighting, so unlike the man I’d known for years.

He was soaked in blood, his crimson eyes glinting eerily.

“What the hell… is that idiot doing?”

When he holds a sword, he’s stronger than anyone. Even surrounded by countless bandits, there’s not a hint he’ll lose.

His solitary, ferocious techniques sent flesh and blood flying. But it was an agonizing sight, so painful I wanted to look away. Even knowing he wouldn’t lose, I couldn’t suppress the smoldering feeling inside me.

“…I won’t accept this.”

I couldn’t forgive this reckless way of fighting, this complete disregard for his own safety.

I clenched my fists and ran, to stop him from continuing this inhuman slaughter.

“Eh, Petra-chan!?”

Without looking back at Mia’s surprised voice, I ran toward the rampaging Aldia.

I won’t allow it. I don’t want to see you get hurt!

“Take better care of yourself! …Why do you think I came to the Empire in the first place?”

I fell for you because you were so brave and straightforward, always facing any obstacle head-on. And yet…

“…Right now, you just look… scared.”

I don’t want to see Aldia Graetz’s weakness. I don’t want to know it.

I felt that if I just stood here and watched, the strong Aldia I know would disappear completely.

So I won’t let you do as you please any longer.

I went to all the trouble of coming to the Empire for you, so you’d better stay the strong Aldia I admire… at least until the day I’m satisfied.

…Because my dream… is to surpass you and become the strongest mage of all!

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 2 Part 4

6

After that rather long lecture, Petra and I were on our way to the next location.

“Hmph, hmph, hmm♪”

“…”

Having gotten all of that off her chest, Petra was humming contentedly, walking ahead of me with a look of pure relief. I, on the other hand, felt an unexpected wave of exhaustion wash over me.

“Come on, you’re slow.”

“I am matching your pace.”

“Idiot. I’m the one matching you.”

“Oh, is that so. Thanks.”

Petra looked triumphant, her mood completely transformed from before.

…Her mood swings are way too intense.

I managed to drag my heavy legs along, picking up the pace just a bit. I fell into step beside her, and we were just about to reach the next site… when it happened.

“Hm? Do you hear that?”

“…Yeah, I do.”

A faint sound of something slicing through the air reached us.

We both looked up. Large wings, sharp fangs, leathery skin… and a body covered in hard scales came into view.

“Uh, something’s flying this way… What is that? It’s huge.”

“It’s just one of the Provisional Elite Corps’s dragon mount.”

The small black dot quickly grew into the large silhouette of a dragon, which hovered in the air above us.

“Heeeeey, Al-chi! …And Petra-chaaaan!”

Straddling the enormous dragon and waving frantically at us was a smiling Mia.

“Mia?”

“Hah. What’s the detached unit doing all the way out here? Slacking off?”

“I-I’m not slacking! …R-Right.”

“You’re definitely slacking. Get back to your post.”

Cowed by Petra, Mia slowly brought the dragon down to the ground. As soon as she landed, she made a show of wiping sweat from her brow.

“…Phew.”

“Stop acting like you just finished a hard day’s work. I’ll rip out that uselessly pretty blue hair of yours.”

“La la la, I can’t hear you! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

…Seriously, what is she doing here?

She was supposed to be on a different mission with Ritziareite in the northern Dyrst region.

There’s no reason for her to be in the south with us… but, then again, wondering why is probably a waste of time.

“So. Did something happen?”

I asked, and as Mia dismounted, her eyes went wide as if she’d just remembered.

“Oh, right! I came here because I was looking for another one of our units! See, definitely not slacking off. Nope.”

“That’s what she says. What do you think?”

“Smells like a lie to me…”

“What a coincidence. So do I…”

“Why do I have zero credibility?! You’re both being way too harsh on me!”

We ignored Mia as she slumped in dismay and exchanged a look.

Setting aside our opinion of Mia, if she had a reason to fly her dragon all the way out here, it was probably something serious.

“Mia, no lying. Tell us the truth. Are you slacking, or is this serious?”

“It’s serious!”

“I see. Understood.”

Petra nodded once, then put a finger to her lips, thinking.

“I’ll ask just to be sure… why were you looking for another unit? You should have had enough people.”

“Umm. Well, things got a little messy. General Ritziareite told me to find reinforcements, as fast as possible…”

That was all I needed to hear.

“An enemy attack…”

“Y-Yeah. We were just scouting where to station troops for the war, and we had the bad luck of running into a gang of bandits.”

“That’s not good…”

Bandit gangs often make their lairs in the mountains or along the coast, so a place like the Dyrst region, with few cities, is crawling with them. And since it was just a scouting mission, they wouldn’t have been equipped for a major fight.

That explains why Ritziareite would send for help. This mission wasn’t supposed to involve any fighting. We could have moved out with a full-strength force, but we prioritized speed. And that hasty decision backfired… This is the worst.

“What was the situation?”

“They were way outnumbered. General Ritziareite didn’t have her dragon, so she can’t use her usual firepower. And their equipment was pretty light, too…”

“Then why didn’t you join the fight? You have a dragon!”

“Wha! No way, against that many of them, even I couldn’t have turned the tide! It was a… a power retreat?”

“A ‘strategic retreat.'”

“Right, that!”

So, realizing they couldn’t win a straight fight, Mia went to find friendly forces in the area to call for reinforcements.

“Petra, are the horses nearby?”

“No. We left them all with the others.”

“Then Mia’s dragon is our only way there…”

It’s just the three of us here. We don’t have time to call back the others.

“It’ll have to be just us… but…”

I’m not sure if the three of us will be enough. I don’t intend to lose, but I can’t guarantee a victory. And there’s an even bigger problem.

“Krrr…?”

…The fact that I can’t ride a dragon mount.

“Wasting time here is useless. We have to go, even if it’s just us!”

“You’re right. We have to hurry!”

The two of them were already on the dragon, ready to take off.

…Hah. No choice, then. The fear of losing my comrades is far, far greater than my fear of riding a dragon. It was wrong to even compare them. I steeled myself and climbed onto the dragon’s back.

It’s higher off the ground than it looks, but… it’s fine. I can manage.

“Mia, get us there as fast as you can. We will save them.”

“Okay!”

I took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. At the same time, Mia pulled back on the dragon’s reins.

“Okay, let’s go, Pochi! Hya!”

“GYEEEEEEH!”

I had a lot of issues with Mia’s naming sense for her dragon, but for now, I had to focus on the battle ahead.

“Aldia, what’s the plan when we get there?”

“First, we assess the situation from the air.”

“And then?”

“Petra and I will find a safe landing zone, and we’ll join the fight from there. If things are too desperate, we might have to just drop in… We’ll play it by ear.”

“Got it. By the way…”

Petra put a hand on my back, her brow furrowed with worry.

“You look really pale… Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Honestly… I feel like I’m going to puke. I might not be in any condition to fight… Ugh.”

“Ew. Lame.”

Hey! It’s my first time on a dragon, give me a break. Anyone would feel sick, flying this fast and getting thrown around.

It’s nothing like riding a horse. The terror of having no solid ground beneath you and that stomach-lurching, floating sensation… I’d never get used to this.


7

We could see the chaotic melee clearly, even from a distance.

“I see them!”

A battlefield, with arrows and magic flying, spread out below us. Ritziareite’s Provisional Elite Corps soldiers were clearly outnumbered.

“We’re not exactly ‘in time,’ are we?”

“But they’re still fighting hard, with General Ritziareite leading them!”

Even surrounded by bandits, Ritziareite’s soldiers were fighting as a coordinated unit, with her at the center. They were somehow holding their ground. It looked like they were keeping casualties to a minimum.

If we’d been any later, Ritziareite would have reached her limit.

“Mia. I’m getting off here.”

“Huh? But…”

Mia sounded confused, but the battle below was desperate. We didn’t have a second to waste looking for a landing zone.

“You’re going to jump? From this high!? Are you insane!?”

“The bandits aren’t watching the sky. Now’s our chance.”

I let go of the dragon and stood up.

“Petra, I need magic support from above. Mia, find an opening and link up with General Ritziareite.”

With only those words, I spread my arms and jumped, aiming straight for the crowd of bandits.

“Wha—wait! He… he really jumped. That guy’s got guts…”

“It can’t be helped. That’s Aldia for you.”

“Oh, right… If it’s Al-chi, I guess that’s normal!”

I felt the wind rush over my entire body, accelerating my fall.

From a height of about ten meters. I drew the jet-black sword from my hip.

…My target is… there.

The landing spot: the gap diagonally behind the bandits who were focused on the Provisional Elite Corps!

Quietly, but decisively, I raised my sword—

“Hah…!”

“Gueargh!”

I’d taken the bandit’s life from completely outside his awareness.

“Hey, what was that!?”

“S-Something just fell from the sky!”

Listening to their shouts, I lightly brushed the dust from my clothes.

I could have just splattered on the ground and died, but… I managed.

“…Now, I just have to kill them all.”

The voice that came out was so cold it surprised even me. I was completely surrounded by enemies, well out of range of any support.

“But with no friendlies nearby… I don’t have to hold back.”

If there’s nothing but enemies on all sides, I can cut loose. Taking prisoners isn’t an option. My allies were being killed. Ritziareite’s life was in danger.

Slaughter is the only answer.

“Hey, hey. The hell are you?”

“Watch your mouth, you filth. I’m going to kill every last one of you.”

“Hah? Don’t get cocky, kid!”

The axe came down, surprisingly slow. The trajectory was pathetically straight.

I dodged it with a minimal shift in balance and cut him down with a single flash of my blade before he could even recover.

“Gah…”

Blood dripped heavily onto the ground.

Staring at it, I sneered at the dying man.

“Hey. Are you scared to die?”

“Y-You… bastard… cough!”

“Too bad for you, I’m not. I wouldn’t think twice about dying if it meant exterminating pests like you.”

I felt my heart turn to ice. Every last positive emotion within me vanished completely. All that was left was pure, unadulterated killing intent and a raging inferno of negative emotion. I flicked the filthy blood from my blade and smiled, a twisted, ugly expression.

“I’m sending every last one of you to hell.”

“Don’t get cocky, you little shit!”

“Everyone, kill him!”

The second I provoked them, their attention snapped from Ritziareite’s group to me.

Good. That’s right. I won’t let any more of my comrades die. With this sword, I will take the head of every single bandit here.

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 2 Part 3

5

“Hmm. This angle… no, that’s wrong.”

“Hey… we don’t need you to be that precise. Can you just hurry up and bury it?”

“Hah. You just don’t get it. This single millimeter could hold the power to change the tide of battle. …Probably. I don’t really know.”

“Alright, alright. Whatever. But if you’re too slow, we’re going to be stuck here all night.”

Petra, her face grim, was practically pressing her cheek to the dirt, obsessing over the tool’s position.

…I’d completely forgotten. She was the type of person who chases perfection to the bitter end.

I was watching Petra work, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, when I felt a tap on my back.

“Sir Aldia. We’re finished over here.”

“Then head on to the next point.”

“Got it. What about you, Sir Aldia?”

“I’ll head over after a final check. Tell the others to move on to the next site as soon as they’re done.”

“Understood!” the soldier replied cheerfully. He headed over to the group that was waiting idly and relayed my orders.

“We’ll be going on ahead, then.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

As the other soldiers finished up and moved on, I just stood there next to Petra, waiting for her to be done.

“…You don’t have to wait. You can go on ahead.”

Noticing my gaze, she looked uncomfortable and tucked her hair behind her ear. But I didn’t feel like leaving her.

“Sorry, but I’m not heartless enough to leave you here alone.”

“How kind. But I don’t need your pity. Don’t worry about me, just go.”

Seems like she’s incapable of just accepting someone’s kindness. …Then again, I already knew that. I couldn’t help but smile wryly as I watched her profile, still glaring intently at the magic tool.

Petra tries to do everything perfectly, all by herself. She has this powerful drive to get stronger on her own, without ever relying on anyone else.

“…Hmm. No. Maybe like this?”

It’s why she’s more stubborn than anyone, hard on others, and even harder on herself. And yet, underneath all that, she’s kinder than anyone. That’s just who Petra is.

“Hey, I can’t concentrate when you’re staring… Shoo, shoo.”

She waved her hand to dismiss me, but I noticed her ears were faintly red. She’s probably just embarrassed to be worried over. But I deliberately sat down next to her anyway. And then I gave her a flimsy excuse in a deliberately flat voice.

“Sorry. Just tired. Sitting here for a bit.”

“What? Slacking off?”

“Yep. Slacking off.”

“I’m telling Lady Valtrune.”

“Just call it a short break and let it slide.”

“Hmph… Well, do what you want.”

She’s such a pain. If I didn’t force the issue with an excuse, she’d never let me just sit here with her.

I was watching the wildflowers sway in the breeze when she suddenly cleared her throat.

“…Hey.”

“Hm?”

“What do you… really think of Lady Valtrune?”

She hit me with the question out of nowhere.

“What’s this all of a sudden?”

“It’s fine, isn’t it? We’re on a ‘short break’ anyway.”

She kept her hands busy, not looking at me for even a second, but her tone was serious.

What do I think of Princess Valtrune… The simple answer would be ‘my liege, to whom I’ve sworn absolute loyalty.’ But she’s probably not asking for that.She’s trying to get at my personal feelings.

“Rune-sama… is someone I can’t bear to lose.”

After a long pause, the only conclusion I could come up with sounded incredibly vague when I said it out loud.

“Someone you can’t bear to lose?”

“Yeah. I have countless feelings for her—like wanting to fight for her, or wanting to keep seeing her smile. But the foundation for all of it is… ‘As long as she just stays alive, that’s all that matters.’ Something like that.”

“I don’t get it. Isn’t that obvious? Everyone wants that.”

“Obvious… huh. Yeah, you’re right.”

Petra’s words hit me hard. Obvious. Yes, it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But for me, it’s also… special.

I let Princess Valtrune die once. I couldn’t protect her. All I could do was watch her die. That’s why I can’t lose her again.

No matter what it takes. No matter what methods I have to use. I will make sure Princess Valtrune lives and finds a happy future.

“Ah…!”

…So that’s it.

“What? What is it?”

Petra turned to look at me, reacting to the sound I’d made.

I quickly shook my head and ducked it slightly.

“Sorry. It’s nothing.”

“Hah. Don’t make weird noises all of a sudden. You surprised me.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Jeez…”

Petra shot me an exasperated, cold look, but I wasn’t paying any attention to her.

“Hah… so that’s what it is.”

Because I had just come to a true understanding of my own motives. I haven’t been doing all this to grant Princess Valtrune’s wishes. My loyalty to her isn’t based on some noble ideal. It’s just… self-satisfaction.

‘I don’t want Princess Valtrune to die.’

Everything started from that one, single point. I was prepared to do anything, so long as it meant she would live. I’ve been carrying the regret of letting her die. Because I had known her kindness, I could never forgive it. I hated this entire world that killed her.

So this is my rebellion against that detestable fate.

To protect her smile, I would commit any atrocity without hesitation.

To keep her alive, I feel like I could kill kings, destroy nations, even kill a god.

To grant her wishes… I don’t care what happens to me.

That is my entire reason for being. Swearing loyalty to Princess Valtrune is partly for her happiness, but the biggest reason is, and always has been, my own ego. From the very beginning, I wasn’t doing this for her. I was doing it for myself. God, how ugly. I hate myself for being so selfish.

“…God, so selfish.”

“What? Just so you know, I have no problem hitting people.”

“Ow! Th-That’s not—!”

“How is it not? Your true feelings are written all over your face. Idiot!”

The insult I’d aimed at myself had been overheard by Petra, causing a completely unnecessary misunderstanding. Sometime during my thoughts, she’d finished her work, and her now-free hands were dedicated entirely to hitting me.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’m just a selfish woman who obsesses over the details. It’s not like I care what you think. Not one bit.”

“If-if you don’t care… then please stop hitting me…”

“That has nothing to do with this.”

“That’s completely unreasonable…”

I’m against violence. Seriously, it hurts, so give me a break. As I blocked Petra’s fists with my arms, my composure suddenly returned.

…Right. I can’t just let this familiar horseplay break the tension and let me forget everything. I can’t let myself off the hook that easily.

This meaningless, everyday banter. As long as we’re having this comfortable, familiar back-and-forth, I can forget my own ugliness and stupidity. But using her as a distraction to cover up my self-loathing is absolutely wrong. What an idiot. I have to face this properly.

“Petra, wait. That’s not what I meant.”

“Huh?”

“What I said… it wasn’t aimed at you. It was all aimed at myself, so—”

I can’t just try to joke my way out of this. That’s a coward’s escape. I can’t let myself just forget my own selfishness. I grabbed her wrist, keeping my head down as I spoke.

“D-Don’t suddenly get so serious… It’s throwing me off.”

Petra’s fist loosened, and she gave me the lightest tap on the forehead.

“The work’s done. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“I wasn’t waiting.”

“Yeah, whatever. Come on, let’s head to the next point. The sun’s going to set, isn’t it?”

Petra still misunderstood my muttering as being about her, but this time was different. I couldn’t let this misunderstanding stand.

“Wait.”

“…What is it?”

“I’ve never once thought you were selfish, Petra. If anyone’s selfish, it’s…”

‘It’s me.’ I wanted to say it, but the last words got caught in my throat. That’s right… All this time, I’ve been dragging everyone into this because of my own selfishness. I called my important friends to the Empire for the shallow reason that I didn’t want to fight them on a battlefield later. The only reason Petra and the others are fighting in the Provisional Elite Corps is because I begged them to. I’m the one who’s ruining their lives. That’s why this guilt just keeps staining my heart black.

“I’m sorry… I really should have apologized sooner.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re apologizing for.”

“…For dragging you all into my own selfish mess. For calling you to the Empire. For getting you to join the Provisional Elite Corps. …All of it. You were never supposed to have a future in the Empire, but because I asked you to…”

“Oh, just STOP!”

“—!”

As I rattled on with my apologies, Petra cut me off with a shout.

“I’ve been listening to you just wallow in all this negativity… and honestly, it’s annoying!”

“S-Sorr—”

“No apologizing, either.”

She jabbed a finger at me, her expression leaving no room for argument.

She really is kind. Her words are harsh, but that core part of her—the part that cares about people—never wavers.

“And stop feeling responsible for all this. Me, Steano, Flegel… well, I have no idea what Ambros is thinking, but… the point is, we made the choice to follow you!”

“You… did.”

“Yeah, we did. So stop carrying all this responsibility you don’t need to. It’s just plain unpleasant.”

“R-Right… Okay.”

…Idiot. ‘Unpleasant’ was a bit much.

But then again, that one word is what lets me off the hook. I thought ‘thank you’ in my head just as the scolding from a pouting Petra began.

“In the first place, I came to the Empire because I wanted to get stronger!”

“It’s not like I was obsessed with being a Royal Mage, anyway. The Empire’s mages are famous for being total beasts, so I just thought, ‘Eh, that sounds good, too’!”

“And… ah, dammit! Just thinking about it is making me even more irritated! Hey, can I hit you?”

—I take it back. I’ve reflected enough, so please stop the lecture. I’m sorry!

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 2 Part 2

3

“Al, you stay behind for a moment. I have something to talk to you about.”

Just as everyone else had filed out of the room, Princess Valtrune stopped me.

“Something to talk about?”

“Yes. It’s important.”

‘Important’… Does she mean it’s related to the Kingdom’s army or the Order?

But, completely betraying my mundane prediction, she puffed out her cheeks in an adorable pout and hooked her index finger under my chin.

“My name… It’s not ‘Your Highness,’ is it?”

“Eh, ah…!”

“I made sure to call you ‘Al,’… and you’ve already forgotten.”

It had completely slipped my mind. Maybe because the situation was so tense, I wasn’t paying attention to what I called her.

“You’re my personal knight, and yet you’re breaking your promise to me. Hmph.”

“No, I just…”

“No excuses. It seems a knight who breaks his promise needs to be punished.”

“Punished…”

She gave me a slightly mischievous smile and poked me lightly on the chest.

“It’s already been decided, so you’d better prepare yourself.”

“Ugh… Yes.”

I couldn’t say anything back as Princess Valtrune forcibly concluded the conversation.


4

The southern part of the Dyrst region.

This area, which the Kingdom’s army was highly likely to invade, had to be meticulously surveyed for our defensive preparations.

The clatter of many horseshoes and the heavy, thudding footsteps of the cavalry drakes vibrated the ground.

I was also mounted, riding among the soldiers of the Provisional Elite Corps, my gaze fixed intently on the landscape ahead.

This was a mission that carried enough weight to decide the outcome of the war with the Kingdom.

“Aldia. It’s almost time to move to the next location.”

“Right. How many magic tools do we have left?”

“We should still have about seventy percent of them.”

Petra, her glossy blond hair swaying, looked coolly at the mass of magic tools loaded onto the wagon. She shielded her eyes from the dazzling sun with one hand and gave a slight shrug.

“I have to admit, handling this many magic tools is making me nervous.”

“Nervous? Why?”

“…Isn’t it obvious? Because they’re expensive.”

That’s her reason?

But she was completely serious, grumbling in a miserable voice, “This is one job I would never trust Steano with… I’m sure he’d try to pocket one or two of them.”

Steano… so you have zero credibility when it comes to handling magic tools. Got it.

As I was amusing myself with such trivial thoughts, the riders at the front of the column reined in their horses.

“Sir Aldia, we’ve arrived!”

We were in the vast, open plains of the Dyrst region.

It was a wide-open, exposed place, where a strong gust of wind felt like it could knock you over. The soldiers of the Provisional Elite Corps dismounted from their horses and drakes.

“This place is even bigger than I expected.”

Petra murmured under her breath, staring out at the endless green grassland.

“The Dyrst region is vast.”

“Looks like it… But there’s nothing here. It’s a terrible place for a battle.”

“I know.”

There was no cover whatsoever. Just an enormous, empty space. If it turned into an archery duel or a magic exchange, there would be massive casualties on both sides.

But that’s exactly why it was so vital to rig this flat terrain with magic tools.

I gave a small wave to the soldiers at the rear. They bustled over and began unloading the magic tools, which were packed in large burlap sacks, from the wagons.

“Petra, have the soldiers spread out in a single line. We’re going to set up the tools all over this area.”

“I have to ask… are you serious?”

“Of course I am.”

“…This is just… manual labor, isn’t it.”

“It is. Good thing you were free to help.”

“I wasn’t ‘free,’ but… sigh. I guess it can’t be helped.”

Staring into the distance, she shook her head as if to say, “give me a break,” and picked up one of the tools with a disgruntled look on her face.

I knew exactly how she felt. I was also dreading the mind-numbingly tedious work ahead of us. But it had to be done.

This was a critical step that would influence the entire upcoming war.

“Sorry, but we’re not going home until this is done.”

“I know. Let’s just get this over with.”

There was no brilliant battle to be fought here. Just the difficult, tedious work of burying a massive number of magic tools, one by one, into the empty plain.

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 2 Part 1

Chapter 2 – Aldia’s Madness

1

In July of the year 1241 by the Kingdom’s calendar, following the elimination of Marquis Rigel, who had been a menace to the Valugan Empire, an award ceremony was held where Emperor Grode bestowed honors upon Princess Valtrune.

This event also served as an evaluation of the Provisional Elite Corps she had established; its usefulness was recognized, and its ranks were slated to be expanded.

The Empire’s conscription system was also reassessed.

Led by Ritziareite, the fact that excellent soldiers could be found even among the commoners began to gain recognition within the Empire. A new respect for skill, regardless of social status or gender, was taking root. While the ideology of aristocratic supremacy remained deeply rooted in the Empire, this event was sure to soften that stance, even if just a little.

This was a major step forward for Princess Valtrune. To secure her place on the throne, she would undoubtedly continue to build upon these achievements.

“Valtrune,” Emperor Grode said, “In recognition of your recent achievements, I shall grant you a reward. You may ask for anything.”

During the audience with Emperor Grode, Princess Valtrune bowed deeply. With an innocent smile, she made a specific request.

“Then, Your Majesty, if I may. As my reward, I desire the right to… showcase the splendor of our Imperial territory to our neighboring allies. I wish to host an event in the near future, to show the people of nearby nations the bounteous landscapes of the Dyrst region.”

“…Is that all you wish for?”

“Yes. That is the only reward I desire.”

“I see.”

Grode fell silent for a moment, his expression one of astonishment. He clearly hadn’t expected such words. Her request was so modest, it was hard to believe she had just won a brilliant military victory. The other nobles in the hall were likely baffled. When asking for a reward, common wisdom dictated one ask for coin, land, or a higher-ranking title.

“Valtrune, you are truly humble.”

“Not at all, Father. The right to promote our lands is simply what I desire most right now.”

What she truly wanted was a political card to play in preparation for the war with the Reshfeld Kingdom. It was also a move that would have her abilities as a leader recognized, another component needed to secure the throne.

Princess Valtrune wasn’t modest at all. She was preparing for the coming crisis while simultaneously solidifying her foothold on the path to the throne.

She simply didn’t show it, but she was burning with quiet ambition.

For the sake of this country’s development and survival—


2

“According to the report, the Reshfeld Kingdom will invade the Dyrst region in approximately two months. The instigator is the Second Prince, Euris. His objective is believed to be the vast mineral resources dormant in the Dyrst region.”

As Flegel read the letter aloud, a stir of unrest ran through Ritziareite, Fadi, Steano, Petra, Mia, Ambros, and the other officers of the Provisional Elite Corps.

“We believe the intelligence from the Fourth Prince, Ixion, to be accurate. The results of our own Imperial intelligence investigation align almost perfectly with his report.”

“I see. Thank you for the report.”

When Flegel finished, Princess Valtrune took a deep breath.

“It is just as the report says. The Kingdom is targeting the Empire’s vital territory. Without this prior intelligence, the Dyrst region would have surely fallen into their hands.”

At her words, everyone’s face paled.

“However, we now have a grasp of their movements. A defeat that would wound the Empire’s pride is now an impossibility!”

Prince Ixion will continue to provide updates on the enemy’s movements. We have nothing to fear.

“Flegel. Maintain close information sharing with Prince Ixion.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“If possible… I’d like to crush the Kingdom’s army and those troublesome Imperial nobles all at once.”

She muttered under her breath, her brow furrowed. It was just like her to see this as an opportunity to eliminate not just the Kingdom’s army, but other hostile factions at the same time.

“Your Highness,” I said, “There are anti-Princess nobles in the Dyrst region as well. If we can restrict the Kingdom’s invasion route, it might be possible to make them clash.”

“I see… As expected of you, Al! We’ll strike the Kingdom’s army with our full strength only after they’ve been exhausted from annihilating the forces of the anti-Princess nobles. We can destroy the Kingdom’s army while minimizing casualties to the Provisional Elite Corps. Two birds with one stone.”

There were many within the Empire who wished ill of Princess Valtrune. She wanted to dispose of these elements as early as possible. If she could use the Kingdom’s invasion as a pretext to drag these hostile Imperial nobles onto the battlefield, she could eliminate all the troublesome factions at once.

“Al. Is it possible to restrict the invasion routes into the Dyrst region?”

“If we begin preparations now, I believe it is.”

“Then we must hurry. Ritziareite!”

“Yes!”

“I need you to lead the Provisional Elite Corps and conduct a topographical survey of the Dyrst region. If possible, it would be helpful if you could also devise a strategy to lure the Kingdom’s army.”

Ritziareite nodded with a serious expression and looked at Petra and Steano.

“Petra, Steano, I want you two to immediately rework our troop formations. We are preparing for battle with the Kingdom. The rest of you, make your own preparations.”

“Understood! Let’s go, Steano!”

“Right!”

The two, along with the other soldiers Ritziareite had assigned tasks to, quickly left the room.

“Ambros, are the garrisons for the Provisional Elite Corps ready to move?”

“No problems.”

“Then arrange for the garrisons to be deployed throughout the Dyrst region.”

Ambros also gave a silent nod and left the office with Mia.

A tense air hung in the room, perhaps because the spark of war was so close.

“Um, Lady Valtrune… I actually have one more thing to report.”

Just as most of the Provisional Elite Corps soldiers had filed out, Flegel cautiously raised his hand.

“What is it?”

“Yes. The Kingdom’s army will be the main force in the Dyrst invasion, but according to Prince Ixion, there is a high probability that the Svell Order, led by the Saintess Reshia, will also intervene in this battle.”

The Svell Order is the world’s largest religious organization, centered in the Reshfeld Kingdom. If the Kingdom’s pretext for invading the Dyrst region is the ‘recapture of holy land,’ then the Svell Order’s involvement is inevitable.

Princess Valtrune remained perfectly calm, her glossy white hair stirring slightly.

“I see, the Order. Flegel, how would you deal with them?”

“If the Order intervenes, we will require reserve forces.”

“So, another factor to consider…”

With the Order backing him, it would be easy for Prince Euris to mobilize the Kingdom’s army.

“If Prince Euris were acting alone, the Kingdom would have room for excuses. But if he’s dragging the Order into this, it makes for a perfect pretext to ignite a full-scale war…”

“Uh, Lady Valtrune?”

“My apologies. Just thinking aloud…”

She gave the bewildered Flegel a broad smile.

“Don’t worry. We will prepare the countermeasures and forces to deal with the Order.”

“Therefore,” Princess Valtrune said, turning her calm gaze to Flegel and Fadi. “You two, continue your information gathering. And soon, I believe I will need your strength to reinforce our army. Be prepared for that.”

“As you command.”

“Yes!”

I wondered what she was going to ask of them. I had no idea, but I had a strong premonition that a major task awaited them.

“Al, I want you to take soldiers and survey the area around the Dyrst region as well. Identify all potential enemy invasion routes and install magic tools to obstruct them.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“And General Ritziareite, you are to find locations where the Provisional Elite Corps can be stationed to maintain supply lines.”

“I will do my utmost!”

Everyone began to move in preparation for the war with the Kingdom.

“I’m counting on you… both of you.”

With her resolute expression, ready to confront the Kingdom’s invasion, Princess Valtrune truly looked the part of a leader fit to guide the Empire.

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 1 Part 3

5

…Ugh, my head really hurts.

The sunlight streaming through the window forced me awake. A dull throb pulsed in my head, but I managed to ignore it and sit up.

“Ugh…”

…And I feel so sick.

A wave of nausea rose in my throat. I pressed a hand to my chest, holding my breath as if to force it back down. My forehead felt hot, and there was an indescribable, unpleasant sensation in the back of my throat.

And worst of all…

…Aaargh. I just want to forget.

An overwhelming, directionless shame dominated my entire body. As hazy memories of last night returned, I was overcome with the sudden urge to die.

Why was I so aggressive last night? Why did I try to get so close to Aldia?

I gripped the bedsheets tightly and curled into a ball.

“If you don’t call me Rita… I won’t let go…”

“I’m such an idiot!”

Tormented by the humiliation, I slammed my head hard against the wall.

“This is the worst… What was I doing…?”

A sharp pain throbbed in my forehead. But that trivial pain was nothing compared to my desperate need to forget yesterday’s shameful display.

“I wasn’t myself… Why did I do that?”

A tragedy brought on by being black-out drunk.

I knew exactly how weak I am to alcohol; I never even intended to drink in the first place. Just a light conversation with him. That’s all it was supposed to be. But I got carried away by the situation—just the two of us—and I was so flustered that I used the alcohol to cover it up, my hand just reaching for it naturally.

“Can I… call you ‘Al,’ too…?”

“Aaargh, enough!”

I slammed my head against the wall again. I couldn’t even tell if my headache was from hitting the wall or if I was still drunk.

“…The worst. I want to die.”

This would never happen normally. It was a weakness that only seemed to activate when I was with him. I was trying to act so calm, but now he knows exactly how flustered I was.

“Haaa… what am I going to do?”

Sir Aldia must be so disappointed in me. He definitely remembers everything.

I’d never said such forward, thoughtless things to him before.

If I run into him… I’ll die. I’ll die of embarrassment!

Just as I was agonizing, one of my subordinates from the Provisional Elite Corps came to my door.

“General Ritziareite? Sorry to bother you so early. May I come in?”

The door was unlocked, so I answered in my usual, calm voice. “Enter.”

The door opened, and the soldier’s face went blank. The bundle of documents she was holding slipped from her hands and scattered on the floor.

“General Ritziareite… you look awful! Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. What is your report?”

“The report can wait! More importantly, if you’re unwell, you must rest today!”

She rushed over with a worried expression and placed a hand on my forehead.

“See? You have a fever!”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a hangover.”

“Huh? But General, I thought you skipped the victory party yesterday…”

“A-Actually, I was there.”

“No way! I was looking all over for you, General, but I couldn’t find you anywhere!”

“O-Oh. Perhaps because I was drinking in a quiet spot… My apologies.”

That was a careless thing to say.

The soldiers in the Provisional Elite Corps don’t know I was drinking alone with Aldia. What would happen if they found out? Would they ask me about our relationship?

No. Impossible!

To me, he is the Princess’s personal knight, someone I respect. We have no special relationship beyond that. I know my place. I won’t let personal feelings get in the way. I can’t.

The instant I tried to categorize my relationship with him in my mind, the blinding headache returned.

“Ugh… ow…”

The splitting pain made my composed expression crumble.

“The party doesn’t matter! I was here to consult you about the new recruit drills, but please, just rest today!”

“No, this is fine. I don’t have time to rest… Ugh.”

“Aah, you mustn’t push yourself! If you were to collapse, it would be a huge loss for the Empire! We’ll split the work and handle things, so please, stay in bed until you’re better.”

She said this, gently pulling the blanket over me, but I had no intention of resting.

“I can’t possibly…!”

“No. You need to lie down.”

“B-But…”

“It’ll be fine! We can manage for a day or two without you, General.”

Overwhelmed by her insistence, I stopped arguing. This brisk, caring subordinate of mine suddenly seemed so reliable. I found myself unconsciously thinking, ‘Maybe I can leave it to her.’

“Very well. I’ll accept your offer, then.”

“Yes! Leave it to us!”

Full of motivation, she gave me a cute salute. Caught up in her relaxed manner, the tension drained from my body, perhaps in relief.

…At least, it looks like I won’t have to face him today.

My condition couldn’t be worse, but for now, I’ll be grateful for this illness. If I had to see him right now, I would definitely die of mortification from remembering last night. Without bothering to fix my messy brown hair, I closed my eyes.

“Absolute bed rest today, okay? Got it?”

“Yes. Then, I’m sorry, but I’m leaving the Provisional Elite Corps in your hands.”

“Okay! See you later!~”

“…”

With a little wave, my subordinate left the room. Her last reply was so… casual, it made me a little anxious.

“…Was it a mistake to leave her in charge?”

But even if I regretted it, she was already gone. Trusting that she’d manage somehow, I buried the lower half of my face in the blanket.

“…Right. So, today is a day off.”

As I mumbled the words, I realized just how hard I’d been working lately. Lady Valtrune had entrusted me to lead the Provisional Elite Corps, and I had pushed myself harder than ever to meet her expectations. On top of my training as a dragon soldier, I studied military command, and we managed to succeed in our first battle. Compared to my time in the regular Imperial Army, both my workload and my authority had grown. I felt like my days had been… fulfilling.

“…A day off. What am I supposed to do?”

I’d never just stayed in my room before, so I had no idea how to spend the time. Pleasant sunlight poured in through the window, and time just… flowed slowly by. I was so used to my hectic, non-stop days that this time—with nothing to do—felt, conversely, uncomfortable.

“Maybe I should just go to work this afternoon… No, but I can’t just throw her consideration back in her face…”

Torn between ‘I’m sick’ and ‘I have to work,’ I spent the day in bed, trapped in conflict.


6

With the Provisional Elite Corps’ victory over Marquis Rigel, the voices supporting Princess Valtrune as the next Empress had grown stronger.

We still had to be wary of the anti-Princess faction, but thanks to our military achievements, the strengthening of the Provisional Elite Corps was proceeding steadily. Furthermore, now that the corps was officially recognized, we could deploy our forces without interference from opposing factions within the Empire.

Our position was rock-solid.

I was sure Princess Valtrune would be in a wonderful mood… or so I thought.

“Um, Your Highness…”

“What is it?”

“…No, it’s nothing.”

“I see.”

A deep wrinkle was etched between Princess Valtrune’s brows, and a heavy atmosphere filled the office.

The mood in here is awful.

I wracked my brain, but I couldn’t think of anything I’d done. But I was positive her bad mood had something to do with me. Why? Because…

“Your Highness, I’ve finished the report.”

“Thank you. Your work is so fast, it’s a huge help.”

“I-I’ll continue to do my best!”

“Yes. I’m counting on you.”

…because she was responding to her other subordinates with a beaming smile. In contrast, the moment I tried to speak, she practically radiated displeasure.

“Um, Your Highness.”

“…”

Now she wasn’t even replying.

“Look, if I’ve displeased you in some way, please just tell me.”

“You really have no idea?”

“I’m asking because I don’t know.”

“Hmph. I see.”

She just looked… pouty.

I was trying to figure out how to handle this when she suddenly stood right in front of me.

“…Ghh!?”

Wh-What, all of a sudden?

After a moment of silence, she suddenly grabbed the collar of my tunic. It was so abrupt I was just confused, but her fierce gaze stopped me from speaking.

“Aldia. I’m just going to ask. …Did something happen with Ritziareite?”

“Wh-What do you mean…?”

“It’s useless to play dumb. I know you and Ritziareite snuck out of the victory party and disappeared into the city.”

“Where did you get that information…!”

“Fadi.”

“I had no idea we were being watched…”

I never thought Fadi would have seen us. I thought we’d slipped out unnoticed. But that’s not important right now.

“S-So… why am I in trouble?”

“After all that, you still don’t get it?”

Honestly, I couldn’t understand what I’d done wrong or why she was angry. All I did was deepen my bond with Ritziareite, a reliable colleague. I hadn’t done anything that should have earned Princess Valtrune’s displeasure.

But she clearly didn’t like my answer, and her aura became even pricklier.

“You are my personal knight. Are you even aware of that?”

“O-Of course!”

“Then being alone with another woman is unforgivable.”

“Um… why is that?”

“Why… after everything I’ve said… why don’t you understand?“

She looked at me in disbelief and let out a huge sigh.

“Listen. In the previous timeline, Ritziareite had zero romantic entanglements. Do you understand what that means?”

A bead of sweat ran down my forehead under her intense stare.

“In her past life, she had no interest in men and dedicated herself to her duties as my knight. But what about this version of her? She’s still serious, but there’s one obvious difference. She has no problem being alone with you. Doesn’t that mean she’s, at the very least, interested in you!?”

She put her hands on her hips, her translucent white hair shaking as she burst with emotion.

“It’s a misunderstanding! You must be mistaken!”

“I don’t think I am.”

Saying Ritziareite is interested in me seems like a pretty wild leap in logic.

“Your Highness. With all due respect, there is nothing more than a professional relationship between us. Therefore, I assure you it will never interfere with my duties as your knight…!”

“That’s not the problem, you idiot.”

“…Huh?”

The murmur was so quiet it almost disappeared, and the words died in my throat.

Princess Valtrune let go of my collar, her expression tense as she dropped her gaze.

“Listen, Aldia. You are my knight. Ritziareite may be a wonderful woman, but I won’t allow you to become any closer to her than necessary.”

She said it all in a rush, then took a deep breath.

“S-So, just… r-refrain from any careless actions. See, if strange rumors start circulating about my personal knight, it reflects badly on me!”

With those words, I understood completely.

“I… I see. I apologize. You were thinking that far ahead, while I was being completely thoughtless.”

She was absolutely right. My behavior must never be allowed to damage Princess Valtrune’s dignity. If people started whispering, ‘The Princess keeps a knight who’s careless with women,’ it could jeopardize her very ambition to become Empress.

She was warning me because she feared that outcome.

“I will ensure this never happens again.”

“W-Well, as long as you understand. Yes.”

Her anger at my thoughtlessness seemed to have subsided. She still had her arms crossed in a pout, but her tone had softened.


7

After my reconciliation with Princess Valtrune, the usual, calm atmosphere returned to the office.

We both focused on our documents, our pens flying across the paper.

“Your Highness. Please review this.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

It was a space that existed with only the bare minimum of conversation. But it wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable. The only sounds from beside me were the rustle of paper and the scratching of a pen.

It was a simple space, but considering the turbulent days that lay ahead, this time spent doing paperwork with her was peaceful.

I glanced over at Princess Valtrune. She was picturesque, just tucking her long white hair behind her ear, her serious gaze fixed on the document. She efficiently sorted the papers and pushed one stack toward me.

“Aldia. Please correct these as well.”

“Understood. I’ll have them done by noon.”

“Yeah. It might be a bit much, but please.”

“Yes.”

I took the stack and resumed my work. This quiet time would probably just flow on endlessly until sunset.

Just as I thought that, I heard footsteps approaching the office door.

“Excuse me. Sir Aldia, do you have a moment?”

It was a soldier from the Provisional Elite Corps. He must have been rushing; his forehead was glistening with sweat. I immediately looked his way.

“I’ll be right with you, as soon as I finish this document. Please wait just a moment.”

“Sorry to interrupt. I’ll be waiting at the Provisional Elite Corps headquarters.”

The door clicked shut, and silence fell on the room once more.

“My apologies, Your Highness. I have to step out for a bit.”

I stopped what I was doing and notified her.

“Yes… I see.”

Her voice sounded just a little bit lonely.

I felt a pang of reluctance, but I gave a small nod and headed for the door. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard a chair scrape behind me.

“Wait.”

I turned, and her face was right in front of mine.

“There was… something else I needed to talk to you about.”

This probably isn’t about work. It’s about us.

Her gaze was endlessly deep, sparkling like a blue gem.

“Come back here a moment.”

She grabbed my arm and, doing as I was told, I moved away from the door. Her hand was so slender and pale, and her light pink, well-manicured nails drew my eyes to her fingertips.

“Um, Your Highness. What did you want to talk about?”

“W-Well… Ahem!“

She cleared her throat to cover her hesitation, then looked at me with a determined, serious expression.

“…Um. I went a little too far, earlier. I knew you didn’t mean any harm, but I interrogated you anyway. So… I’m sorry.”

She gave a quick bow, then squeezed my hand tightly, her ears turning slightly red.

“But… it’s just that I felt like someone might take you away from me… and… I was insecure.”

“Insecure… Then it’s my failing again.”

“No. This is my problem. It’s just my selfish desire to remain the most important person to you.”

“That wasn’t selfish at all.”

I am Princess Valtrune’s personal knight. The moment I made her feel insecure, the fault became entirely mine.

“Your Highness. Then, what can I do to reassure you?”

“Huh?”

“My actions made you insecure. This will probably happen again. So please, tell me. What can I do to set your mind at ease?”

I’m not a perfect person. I’ll make mistakes and cause these misunderstandings again. For someone as flawed as me, the least I can do is ease the anxiety in her heart.

“Anything at all. Whatever you request, Your Highness, I promise I will fulfill it.”

“Anything? Really?”

“My life is yours. Please, command me.”

She looked down, thinking, then glanced up at me hesitantly.

“Th-Then… um. Just one thing?”

“Of course.”

“Then I won’t hold back… Aldia. No, Al. From now on, let’s call each other by nicknames!”

“N-Nicknames…?”

My voice cracked as I repeated the word. I was expecting some kind of strict order, a new rule for me as her knight. I’d been so braced for something serious that my mind went blank, and I couldn’t form a reply.

“…Th-That is your wish, Your Highness?”

“It is. A Princess and her knight are two parts of a whole, aren’t they? I want to close the distance between us. …Is that… wrong?”

“No. It’s not wrong, but, well…”

I blinked once, then took a deep breath to reset myself.

…That was close. What am I thinking? Getting lost in her hesitant expression… if she knew, she’d surely think me disrespectful.

“Al?”

“Ah…”

She stroked the back of my hand, a gentle smile on her face.

“I will call you ‘Al.’ And in return, you will call me ‘Rune.’ Don’t be shy.”

“…I-I understand.”

I’ve been completely flustered this whole time. And, as if sensing my panic, she smiled, hiding her mouth playfully with her hand.

I really feel like I’ve been had.

I have a feeling I’m going to be wrapped around Princess Valtrune’s little finger for a long, long time. Regardless of our positions as Princess and knight, I’m just no match for her.

“Go on, Al. Try calling me ‘Rune.'”

“R-Rune… -sama.”

“Fufu. That’s right. Please call me that from now on.”

My face burned with embarrassment, but… at least her mood had improved. After enjoying her laugh, she gave my back a light pat, a gesture to send me on my way.

“Work hard.”

“Yes.”

With her small wave behind me, I quickly left the office.

Her blindingly bright smile kept replaying in my mind.

…What’s gotten into me?

“My face is hot…”

When I’m with Princess Valtrune, my heart races. It’s an exhilaration almost like facing an overwhelming enemy on the battlefield.

But… no, it’s different. It’s not the uncomfortable, stinging tension of a fight. Instead, it’s a warm feeling. Almost… reassuring.

I don’t know what this feeling is right now, but I wonder if a day will come when I finally understand it.

THSK Vol. 2 Chapter 1 Part 2

3

About an hour had passed since we started drinking. Ritziareite and I enjoyed the rare time off, starting with casual small talk and eventually sharing stories from our pasts.

The tavern had a calm atmosphere, and I spotted a few other young couples scattered around, just like us. A cozy, almost romantic, vibe filled the entire place.

So, you might ask if any special, romantic feelings were budding between me and Ritziareite…

“…Nnn.”

Not a chance.

“Um, are you all right?”

“Do I… look all right to you…?”

“Not really, no.”

Across from me, Ritziareite was slumped over the table, her consciousness hazy.

She’d been fine for a while, but as the drinks kept coming, her complexion gradually worsened. And now, the currently plastered Ritziareite was complete.

…So she really can’t hold her liquor.

“S-Sorry… I’m just… really weak to alcohol.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“My stomach feels a bit… off… but I’m perfectly conscious, so there’s no problem… Ah, I see three of you, Sir Aldia…!”

“That’s a huge problem!”

She was trying to act tough, but she was clearly not okay. Her vacant eyes were pointing in my direction, but they weren’t focused on anything at all.

“Excuse me. Could I get a glass of water, please?”

“Yes, right away.”

I ordered the water from the staff and immediately slid into the seat next to her. I took the glass of cold water and held it near her face.

“General Ritziareite, here’s some water. Can you drink?”

“Yes… Um… I’m so sorry to be a bother.”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.”

“Thank you… I’ll have it…”

Ritziareite’s cheeks were faintly pink, enough to tell at a glance that she was thoroughly drunk.

“We should probably get going.”

We hadn’t been there that long, but if we didn’t leave soon, she looked like she might actually pass out.

I slowly stood up and was about to head for the counter to pay, but—

“W-Wait, please!”

Just before I could leave the table, she grabbed my hand tightly.

“Um, I know it’s weird to say this in my state… but I want to stay with you longer, Sir Aldia!”

“But, you’re…”

“Please! Just a little longer!”

She looked up at me, her eyes glistening.

There’s no way I can refuse when she asks like that.

The warmth and pulse I could feel from the hand gripping mine seemed to be begging me, ‘Just a little more time.’

“…Just a little longer, then.”

I sat back down in the chair I’d just left, and she let out a sigh mixed with relief.

“I’m sorry for being so selfish. It’s just… I still haven’t said all I want to say…”

I understood what she meant. Just one hour. It wasn’t nearly enough time to talk about everything.

“I want you to know more about me, Sir Aldia. And… I want to properly understand you, too.”

If our goal was just to get to know each other better, we’d already achieved that. But she wanted more. It was as if she was saying she wanted us to become true confidants, to cross the boundaries of mere acquaintances or colleagues and truly understand one another.


4

We fell back into conversation, and several more hours passed. The empty glasses scattered across the table were a testament to how much time had gone by.

“Sir Aldia… don’t… don’t leave me, okay?”

“Right… Um, you clinging to me is a bit…”

“No… Don’t run away.”

Ritziareite leaned heavily against me, her arms slowly wrapping around my waist.

I honestly hadn’t expected this. Even if she got blackout drunk, I’d assumed she wouldn’t lose all her self-control.

Her cheeks flushed, she showed no sign of backing down. She pressed herself against me, staring intently at my face.

I tried to peel her off, grabbing the hands she had locked around my waist, but her grip was surprisingly strong. “Hey…!”

“Mmph… It’s not fair that it’s only Valtrune-sama. I also want… more with you, Sir Aldia…”

This is getting really bad. Unlike the usual Ritziareite, our proximity was way too close.

Every time her breath hit my cheek, I felt my heart leap into my throat.

“Sir Aldiaaa~ You have to call me Rita.”

“Where did that come from? I’m not following…”

“Hmph. It’s a sign of affection! If we change how we call each other, we’ll get even closer~”

“What? Ah, hey…!”

Her usual tense, serious aura was completely gone. The Ritziareite before me didn’t look like the proud general of the Provisional Elite Corps, but more like a clingy, spoiled woman.

Glancing at the clinging Ritziareite, I raised my hand to a passing staff member.

“Excuse me! The check, please!”

“Awww… are we… leaving already?”

“It’s really time to call it a night. Can you stand?”

“Of course! …Huh?”

“I’ll lend you my shoulder.”

She swayed on her feet and leaned heavily against me.

The difference between this and her usual self is just too much.

“General Ritziareite…”

“It’s Ritaaa.”

“No, um…”

“If you don’t call me Rita… I won’t let go… mmmph…”

“Ah, wait! Are you okay? Can you stand up?”

“Uuunn…”

The alcohol had completely taken over; she was on the verge of passing out. She sank to her knees on the floor and gave a single, slow nod.

“Uh, sir? Is your companion going to be all right?”

“Not really, but I’ll manage to get her home. …Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you for coming.”

I paid the bill quickly and hoisted Ritziareite onto my back. Our destination: her quarters.

Her room should be in this direction…

“Hey… Sir Aldia… Can I… call you ‘Al,’ too…?”

Her sleepy murmur was surprisingly embarrassing to hear.

“…Are you… listening?”

“I’m listening. You can call me whatever you like.”

“Is that so… That makes me… very… happ… zzz… zzz…”

Just like that, she started to breathe evenly, fast asleep. The alcohol was one thing, but with the recent battle, she had been incredibly busy. All that exhaustion must have caught up with her.

Feeling her warmth on my back, I whispered quietly. “Thank you. Because of you, we are one step closer to Her Highness’s goal.”

Making her the general of the Provisional Elite Corps and winning the battle against Marquis Rigel—both were essential steps in changing the future for the better.

We had to expand Princess Valtrune’s influence and build a fighting force strong enough to repel our powerful enemies. To lay that groundwork, I would continue to need her help.

“I’m going to need your strength from now on, too.”

She almost certainly couldn’t hear me, but I wanted to thank her all the same.

“Don’t worry. I will protect you. No matter what hardships await, I will never let you die. Any threat that tries to kill you—I will crush every last one of them.”

I continued walking down the dark road, carrying the peacefully sleeping woman on my back. The sky, just beginning to turn a pale blue, signaled that dawn was approaching.

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