I felt like I was still tired the next day, and Latka took me to the training ground trying to pull my heavily felt body together.

On the short road from the museum to the training ground, Berwaier only voiced "I'll go" to Latka first, and later he didn't try to say a word.

Everyone's grown-ups are. Nothing extra to talk about. It's just a terribly clerical and concise exchange, and I can't feel any warmth there.

The feeling of loneliness that has accumulated in my heart since I was in the village has swelled to such an extent that I could not ignore it again, even though it had begun to fade around the corner in the barracks life.

Latka exhaled heavily as she was left by Berwaier to the training ground as she did yesterday......

I want to meet Elise and have a conversation because whatever.

Even though all sorts of things keep going around in my head, I can't get my head organized well either because of my restlessness.

So I want a temporary oblivion.

Though I made a wish in my heart, I knew it was unlikely to come true.

Therefore, I want at least a trivial everyday conversation to turn my wish into a small one.

Had life so far remained unchanged, that wish would not even have been fulfilled. Yesterday, however, one person surrounding Latka took turns.

If Claudia is still young and seems to feel good, maybe she'll even accompany you to a chat she doesn't love any other, if only a little.

With that in mind, I don't even think it's okay to be run to the point where I can't move.

Latka, who comforted herself only a little, looked around.

I still don't see that beautiful blonde inside the training ground.

Well, I just got here earlier. Slowly trying to wait in temper, Latka deposited her back on the wall.

But after four and a half minutes, and finally a moment, Claudia doesn't come.

Latka, who stayed on the spot without being able to do the same while thinking that something might have happened to the boulder, spent another moment alone.

In the end, no matter how long, Claudia didn't show up at the training ground.

Sometimes Berwaier tells me not to move on my own, and Latka can't move alone. Latka felt something of anxiety she might say about a situation where she didn't know what was going on and couldn't do anything from herself.

Everything in Latka is in the hands of the nobles in the hall, and I can't do anything about it myself. The nobles don't bother to tell Latka how that happens.

It suddenly took the form of poking around at what it meant. In a strange hurry with anxiety, Latka finally, when she stood up to be bounced, headed straight to the exit of the training ground.

No one comes to Latka after two minutes. I don't think anyone will scold me for exploring the situation around the anomaly...

While pushing through the aisle of the base, Latka realized that she could not see the private soldiers of the Teresian family who, for whatever reason, should normally see them.

The anticipation that something may have happened is somewhat increased.

Nature and Latka were running faster, more accelerated, to be driven away if they noticed.

When I push the door out to the side of the hall, turn it around and go outside, I hear several people in the wind.

There seems to be a lot of people on the front side of the hall. Latka turned to you through the shadows, as she always went to see Elise, while paying attention to her surroundings.

Make sure you keep your back on the building wall and peek in front of the hall entrance from behind. There were quite a few private soldiers from the Teresian family there who thought they weren't there. Some of the crowd also saw the appearance of Berwaier and Count Teresia. I saw the Earl of Teresia since that birthday celebration day of Eliza.

What's going on, Latka kills her breath and stares at the sight. There was no sign that everyone would look up into the east sky and move somewhere.

What the hell is the sky over there?

Surprised Latka similarly turned to you.

There's nothing there but dusk. Just the color of the red red sky that Latka hates.

I just feel a little ridiculous and stare at the dazzling sunlight. Then I found a little black dot in the air.

Looking at it, I thought it might be a bird or something, and the point grew so big that I could see the winged shadow.

It was still a bird, and then as soon as I took my eyes off it, the crowd in front of the entrance suddenly squirmed out.

"Look, isn't that Raswiwok?

"... oh, I'm sure that one is!

Latka leaned her neck towards the voice she had heard. Raswiwok? Though I remembered the bedtime story my mother told me a long time ago and tried to sink across the mountain again, there's still nothing in particular there.

In the crowd in front of the entrance, Latka traced her gaze to the point where she was pointing to the hollow.

Then there was the shadow of an earlier bird.... No, that's not a bird. Its black shadow, which increased in size, was completely different in shape from that of a bird, although it was flying through the sky with its wings spread like a bird.

And that odd thing seemed to be coming straight this way.

Looking at the shadow for a while again, it became clear that it was the shadow of someone riding something like a bird.

I don't know, that one.

Latka, who kept staring at it with the earliest sheer curiosity, would cease to exist as the shadows grew finer.

Its shadow, which gradually took shape, was apparently similar to that of Claudia. And Latka has found a small shadow that is held tightly in its arms.

The sunset brightens her dark hair and returns its light without wind. Ratka felt her blood fall from her face unknowingly, as her slender, lowered arms swung.

That's Eliza. Something happened at Fort Yugfena, and that lord's daughter returned.

The moment he recognized it that way, Latka felt like he had his heart gripped by an ice hand. My body is cold as if I was exposed to winter water, and my chest is screaming with pain.

The girl I thought was going to die. Lately, what would you have thought of her?

But I don't want to die right now. Latka doesn't have a place... only in the girl's hands.

Although that is regrettable and unusual enough for Latka to want to punch her chest, it could be said to be true. It was Eliza who didn't kill Latka, not Count Theresia.

The frozen Latka had no choice but to look at them as if they were coming down to the ground and burning them in her eyes.