Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

A huge full moon was floating in the night sky that I wanted from the spacious courtyard.

The luxurious white-and-white buildings receive a white moonlight that casts a delicate shadow everywhere. The light of the lamp mounted at regular intervals rocked its contours from time to time.

I withheld the admission ceremony tomorrow, Weitzzecker Imperial College.

Normally, during this time of secluded quiet, but also in the courtyard that combines the halls, some of the country's leading aristocrats hissed, as if they were going to hold a ball as well.

It's just that their look at the moonlight on their cheeks is terribly nervous and tense, not that of someone who enjoys dancing. Their gaze was just one point - drawn to the center of the courtyard, poured into the magic formation.

Yes, they are all parents of aristocratic children who have reached the age of twelve by this fall.

Except for those who have been appointed by merit, there is no less magical dragon blood in the nobility of the Empire. It is passed down pulsely, and in the year it becomes twelve, it is called to this college - unless the blood is so thin.

Admission to Imperial College is the fate and pride of the nobility.

So while they say in their mouths, "No, it's inconvenient that you have to get ready for school at night," they rush overnight into the courtyard of the college that opens up, leaning alcohol, and watching as the children are summoned to the college safely.

Now again, the magic formation emitted a pale light, and at the same time it subsided, one "student" appeared.

Apparently the son of the Viscount family, a man and a woman who seem to be his parents, leak a sigh of relief and disappointment. I was able to safely enroll like a nobleman, but in too fast an order, I guess. The bigger the magic, the later the summons, so that the longer it takes to catch the bigger fish. In his case, it was like magic to the extent of the lower limit satisfying the conditions of summons.

The summoned children are identified by their names and directed straight to the dorm room by their superiors. Where empires were still unstable, children not grasped by the college side were often summoned with magic, but these days many of the "students" have been occupied by aristocrats. Moreover, the magical common people began to have surveillance at a young age, so it was often before school that rosters and rooms were ready.

That's how, one after the other, the "students" showed up, when the families who were present at the summons safely left the courtyard and people were becoming a lot sparse.

There was a couple who drew a line with the aristocracy floating in children's enrollment and watched the magic formation with a sinking face.

One is a tenacious, magnificent gentleman with a grey mustache. The other is a mature lady, with an elegant face that even wrinkles look elegant. The lady gently leaked the sigh she had enjoyed earlier and spoke to her husband, who was standing beside her.

"... Hey, you. After all, does that child - Claudia's child - not show up?"

A man with very narrow eyes like purple crystals - Old Marquis Harkenberg answers nothing.

The lady in a hurry overlapped one word to deceive her anxiety.

"Twelve years after we heard that our Dia had given birth to her daughter in exchange for her life...... If our grandchildren are alive, this is the age of admission. The Marquis raised their total strength to look for a child that they could not find, but if the mighty summoning formations pulled by the original ancestors of the Empire, or even hung their hopes..."

The lady regained her mind much more when she noticed that her surroundings were about to be noticed where tears seeped in.

She is the honorable Marquise of Harkenberg, Emilia. But you can't expose yourself any more to the pity that you tend to see as the victim's mother since Flora's accident.

Emilia raised her mouth corner consciously and gave a bright voice.

"But yes, you hung on to your hopes, so you let any granddaughter show up and make a dress for you today. She's Dia's daughter, so her eyes must be purple, right? But I don't know the color of my hair, so I decided to make it all after all. Is there ever a blue-grey, brunette-enhanced, soft cream color, or flax color? Just in case, I put in some young grass. What the hell kind of hair color does that kid have, what kind of life..."

"Emilia."

The Marquis was softly embarrassed by his wife, who wept again. I gently try to stroke my wife's hair, but as I shook Emilia away from it, I spilled tears and screamed.

"How can you be so flat!

All of a sudden, the surroundings creep at the lady who bared her voice. Most nobles who knew the circumstances narrowed their eyes painfully, and the newcomers, who only knew what a regular lady looked like, as well as the families of ordinary people, stared at her with pure surprise.

"Even when that child, our Dia, was suffering in this college, you did not help, and you did not even search at first, even when you were exiled. That child, that child, is dead...! I can't believe I didn't even move one eyebrow when I heard that, and I'm still standing on this spot with no expression on my face! How could you do that!

Finally, the lady covered her face and cried hard.

"The purple eyes of Harkenberg foresee the truth, keep that honored, neither you nor me! You can't even overlook the shards of truth and still just stand up!

Next to Emelia, who broke a crumb on the spot, the Marquis knelt, stroking her back from time to time, just clarifying her ears. To that painful sight, his surroundings also stood up with solitary spit.

"Emilia."

Eventually the old Marquis opened his mouth slowly.

"More than ever before, the Marquis of Harkenberg used it as an imperial shield and an imperial sword. Born as its eldest son, Claudia was also a warrior of nature who excelled in martial arts from a young age. If she was attacked by a night thief like that, how powerful an enemy she was. If he had scattered so many enemies against him, Claudia would not have regretted it again."

It's kind of off the subject. To my brain muscle husband, my wife exhilarated her teeth.

"I'm talking about my poor daughter, who didn't get the help of her parents, and I'm not talking about the scattering of my men who died in battle!

Mm, the Marquis rethought a little after he did his hand to the beard.

"Claudia was a savvy boy. He was also a strong kid, manipulating a fiery flame. When I was young, it was like sending a snitch we put on down to town, and it was such a good idea. Outreach Somewhere, maybe he's still alive."

"How can that child, who lived as an example of an aristocratic warlord, live anywhere but in the territory!

"Mm-hmm. Well, um... you can open a bakery downtown."

"Don't say stupid!

It is the Marquis who foresees the extraordinary truth.

Emelia stood back to reality that she still had to hold on to her husband's rare answer, and eventually stood up when she snorted.

"It was the Duke's second son who was summoned earlier. If so, the lead duke or royal class even if summoned after this.... you. Let's go home now."

We have completed the summons commensurate with our own title - so enlightened Emilia drops one deep sigh and tries to return her heel.

But then.

Ca...... uhh!!

A strong light, as if the sun had exploded, burst on one side of the perimeter.

Strong winds sweep around the magic formation, winding up the clothes of those who were there, and even sweeping down the candlestick. Sudden flashes and blasts caused screams from people.

The old Marquis, who sheltered himself and his wife in an aggressive manner, narrows his eyes, struck by the light, and turns his gaze to the centre of what appears to be the source of the magic formation. And there,

……

I opened my eyes wide in amazement.

At the center of the wind-filled formation, one girl squatted.

Skinny, thin, but clear white skin visible from poor clothing.

Rich dark hair, covering the shoulders of a girl lying on the ground.

Everyone who was on the spot breathed much more into the emergence of a person who was clearly not the son of a nobleman.

Gathering hundreds of gazes, the girl lying in formation poked her arm and began to wake her torso as she sifted. Eventually it emerged from between the dark hair, a beautiful face that is dirty but does not seem to belong in this world.

"No way......"

To a hunch that ran through her entire body in an instant, Emilia covered her mouth with both hands and whined with a trembling voice.

The color of the girl looking around in confusion, her eyes surrounded by long lashes - purple like crystals.

"Spirit...!

Someone honored the miracle with the name of the Spirit.

The girl who appeared with the scenery of blessings.

Undoubtedly, it was the daughter of Claudia von Harkenberg.

"Oh......! Oh! Oh! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Emilia stuck to her husband's arm in tears.

"You! That girl! That girl's daughter! He came back to us! Take a look, those purple eyes, those adorable faces......! Two melons at a young age in Dia!

…………

"... you?

No response from my husband. Surprised, Emilia frowned and looked up at the Marquis.

"... be..."

"Yes?"

The old Marquis peeled his eyes away.

"Call the best tailors and needles in the empire! I don't care how much you spend! With the finest dresses, she adorns her lovely granddaughter, who only thinks of it as the work of the Spirit!"

Once, the old Marquis of Harkenberg showed worthy work in the battlefield.

Its legendary rage that once barked, it lost the enemy's will and inspired the morale of its own army, on this day,

"Purple is mandatory -!"

He said it prevented him from sleeping all over the college with content he didn't care about.