Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

"Uh... 10 minutes... is it?

The fearful Veronica has asked. That face clearly says "suspicious”.

"That's just a little... no, isn't that pretty impossible?

"No, 10 minutes is enough."

To finish, no, Leticiel picked up the list of places to return it, and started throwing the equipment and documents that were compiled inside the large conference room into the subspace against it. I know a place outside the museum within the place of return, and I am soul-bold enough to return it crisp with a metastasis.

"Then, Master Veronica, please wait a moment"

Between that word and about 10 minutes, Leticiel used his metastasis to fly around the school. I was literally very busy delivering books to the Great Library, delivering materials to the Dean's Office.

"... I really cleaned up in 10 minutes..."

"All you have to do is go to the museum… I'll be there in a minute"

Veronica opened her mouth to Pocan's view of the big conference room, which quickly improved.

All you have to do is return the replica you borrowed from the museum. Leticiel heads to the museum with the map and list in his hands.

The museum is tucked away in the woods behind the main building, and the main building and separate building, made of light cream marble, are unbeatable and vibrant buildings, and this time the separate building that returns the equipment is connected by a crossing corridor just next to the main building.

Inside the separate building there are two storerooms dedicated to replicas, located opposite each other. An academic working for the museum finished checking the First Replica Vault and opened the door to the room across the street.

"... hmm?

What popped into the eyes of the scholars who entered the second replica vault was the appearance of a silver-haired maid standing in front of it, a number of artworks that had never existed before.

"... uh, sorry, how long have you been there?

"Just now. I just came to return these pieces of art."

"Oh really... did you carry all this?!

He seems to be realizing these are returns even as he raises his bare screams, and the scholars brought the storage list from the vault across the street and started checking out the returned artwork one by one.

"Um, I've confirmed the return. Thank you very much."

"Thank you"

The quantity was there, so it took about 10 minutes for the confirmation to complete.

The scholar kind of wanted to say until the end, but he did everything he could, so Leticiel headed to the museum full of strange faces.

The building in the main museum building has a semi-basin structure, with the ground floor and front entrance up the long large staircase.

As you enter the building through the stairs, there is a circular entrance hall, with a corridor stretched out behind a brilliant space reflecting light inserted through the skylights of the dome roof on white marble floors and black marble columns decorated with metal and glass.

At the far back of the hallway is a staircase leading to the upper floor, where the staircase is divided to the left and right.

A statue of a woman rested in the hall of the dance floor. The pedestal alone is as tall as Leticiel's, and it's hard to look up more than triple the overall stone statue.

The statue of that woman, dressed like a vale, had a splendid cane in her right hand, and from above the head of the statue of a woman kneeling in heaven as she prayed for her left hand, the light was pouring down through a beautiful stained glass, bringing a pale pink brilliance to her body.

The smooth marble illuminated by light had a gentle shade like a man's skin, a mysterious and divine space as if it had been cut just there.

(... wow... beautiful...)

The look on the face of the stone statue woman is delicate and full of charity, releasing an aura like the Virgin Mary that encloses everything. Looking at the stone statue somehow reminded me of my mother, and I felt nostalgic.

Besides, in the days of Leticiel's living wars, there was no such thing as the technique of making such a big stone statue, even if he made a smaller statue, it was usually easily destroyed in battle or otherwise, or part of the statue was cut and reused or sold.

Leticiel, who had never seen a statue of this size, but also of such sophistication, unconsciously shone his eyes and breathed before this statue, which emitted an overwhelming height and power.

"Drossel?"

How did you make such a beautiful statue, can you climb it? What a thought, wandering around the stone statue, Lucas descended from the stairs on the left with a plump old lady.

"... what are you doing, you?

"Oh, the school director. Why are you here?

"I came here to deliver it because I finished making an inventory of the gifts. What are you doing here? What's up with the cleanup?

It's over.

"Right, it's over... no, wait. Done? That amount of work done?

"Yes."

Lucas can't help but be surprised by Leticiel, who is so cynical as to say what it is.

"By the way, Dean, you..."

"Oh, this is Dr. Elizabeth, the museum curator."

"I'll see you first. My name is Drossel."

"Well, you're a polite and good boy. Elizabeth, call me Eliza."

That's what Elizabeth said and laughed frankly. Dumpling brown hair with mixed gray hair and wearing glasses, wrinkles engraved on the eyeballs create the impression that it seems gentle.

"Is Mr. Drossel interested in works of art? I've been watching this statue for a long time."

"Yeah, well..."

"This is called one of the greatest statues of the Virgin Lucrezia. They say it was made 600 years ago, and Merrison, then a famous sculptor, carved a bottle of marble from the Ealis Empire. Can you see that sculpture over there? That was carved with the technique of octagonal flotation, among other things - …"

Then Elizabeth politely told me about the history, the making, the inheritance, etc. of this huge statue. Interesting story, Leticiel was also listening sharpening his focus, but for now the issue at hand is - …….

"Are you saying this one, Virgin Lucrezia?

Elizabeth told me about the statue on the assumption that she knew the Virgin Lucrezia, but Leticiel was more interested in who the Virgin Lucrezia was than the statue.

"What? It's the Virgin Lucrezia, isn't it? You're a saint of academia and wisdom. Haven't they heard about you when you were a kid at home or something?

"... No, the image on your face was a little different..."

From the startling face of Elizabeth, Lucas' incredible face, the Virgin Lucrezia is apparently a famous figure. Properly hammered, Leticiel clouds his words.

"There's a similar statue in the entrance hall of the main building, right? It's a small replica."

"... Was there?

Lucas leaks a long sigh to Leticiel, who tilts his neck with a face like I don't know the bottom of my heart.

Most importantly, Leticiel shows no interest in being uninterested, and most importantly, it's natural that he doesn't know because he barely goes through the entrance hall.

"Everyone who aspires to academia in our country respects Lady Lucrezia. This school is also an aristocratic learning ground, so the museum holds a lot of Lucrezia-inspired items."

"Heh..."

"If you're interested in Lady Lucrezia, you can always check it out"

"Yes, thank you"

"Hey, wait. Why are you going upstairs?"

Lucas grabbed the root of Leticiel, who tried to get back on his mind and move on.

"Why, I'm going on a tour, but?

"Oh. Does Mr. Drossel like works of art?

"Yes, it's a lot of fun to watch"

Elizabeth gave a delightful look as Leticiel nodded, and Lucas shook his neck gently, left and right, for Christ's sake.

"Do it again. The museum is already closed. Don't bother the curator."

"Yep..."

"You can't make a pitiful voice out of it. The museum won't run away, so you can do it again. Besides, your carriage's already picking you up."

Leticiel let Lucas' words blink his eyes. To be honest, I almost perilously forgot that I was too full of heads to pick you up about the museum.

"Mr. Drossel is not enthusiastic. Ask me anything you want to know. Be here again anytime."

"Yes, I'll be back"

Bowing to Lucas and Elizabeth, Leticiel followed the museum to return to Luvik.

The time is dusk, and the hooded figures cross early enough over the ancient and miserable stone bridge, which lies on the edge of the Neil River, which spans the kingdom of Nirvaan from east to west.

On both sides of the bridge, merchants rushing to open stores worked, and the streets were sparse. Beyond the bridge, houses with broken windows and doors meet each other narrowly, and some of them are even about half broken.

If you clear your ears, you can hear the regular footsteps of the Wang Metropolitan Guard from the other side of the building, mixed with the cold sound of the wind blowing into the broken windows, the voices of the unheeded residents.

"... lady, are you sure you want to go?

A worrying voice of a man walking in the lead reaches the ears of a small figure following him a little.

"Isn't that obvious? Otherwise, there's no point in coming this far."

Because people are struggling with a narrow alley where two people can or can't pass side by side, the voice of the girl who answers that contained some frustration. Red golden fluffy hair overflows from the edge of the hood swinging in the wind.

"I've decided to go for Master Rochford. I can't leave it to anyone."

With a definite will in her vine-colored eyes, the girl...... Krista ran out of words clearly.

Being a duke's warrant, she should not have come to a place like this, but she had a purpose. It's about knowing how to improve Roshford's symptoms.

Over the past month or so, I have been able to identify this place by purchasing various pieces of information from informants or letting my employees look everywhere. Even if it smells like a thin, rotten vegetable, you can't turn it back.

"Really..."

Her squire made a sinister voice, but continues to lead in silence without saying anything more.

Eventually they came in front of a building. It is somewhat more splendid than the surrounding houses, with no broken windows or doors.

Inside it was an open large room, with people coughing and nodding sick and men like monks treating it.

"Oh, I've been waiting, my lady."

Hearing the door open, the man who was at the most entrance stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

Krista doesn't react one thing to such a man's response, she just steps inside the building silently and a squire quietly closes the door.

The air wrapped around the door of that tree, which was closed with pathan and light noise, was somewhat painful.