The woman stared at the rain cloud through the window with a pen.
The sound of pouring tea into the room as if to block its consciousness, and a cup full of it is placed on the desk.
"Dear Bettenburg, what are you looking at?
"Thank you, Meir. It's nothing. I thought it was raining."
"It's unusual these days, isn't it? It's always been sunny here."
"Yeah. If it's raining, you can't really get a brush on it. Again, this paperwork is tomorrow..."
"No, you can't. We're almost there."
A woman dressed in maid clothes, called Meir, puts her hands on her hips and notes another woman, called Bettenburg.
Nothing unusual, it was the usual routine.
She also drops her eyes on the pen and glances through the paperwork.
At that time, a pen running through the paperwork suddenly stopped taking steps and Sophia raised her face.
"Speaking of which, what does Lazareth do?"
"Ooh, ooh? Do you care?
"... don't make fun of me. I would normally care if my friends didn't contact me."
"Really? Doesn't it look like the wind worrying about the Knights of Zahr without the tone out for a while?
"Nothing, because Zahr and I are not friends or anything"
"I see. Lazareth is in trouble, too"
I don't know why Lazareth's name comes up there, and Sophia tilts her neck.
News jumped into those two spaces, along with one knock.
"Report! The rebirth of the Sage's Law has been confirmed in Forse! That's why I'd like you to attend an emergency meeting."
The word was too much to change the air that had previously been soothing.
Sage's Law.
To the name, she's heard of it.
"... the law of the wise, is it"
"Yes! I thought it was definite information because it was Ozrd-sama's report!
At the same time as I hear the name Ozuld, Sophia's expression becomes like chewing up a bitter bug.
He is a man whose black rumors always accompany him, such as trafficking and slave trading.
The personality could never be better, and that was applauding Sofia's bad consciousness.
"Okay. Meir, you're going for a little while."
"Yes, you're waiting to brew a delicious cup of tea"
What she sees as she opens the heavy doors of the conference room were a few heavy towns and the figure of King Isel sitting in its centre.
When Sophia takes a seat after giving them such a deep thank you, one of the heavy towns she sees opens her mouth.
"Now, how much do you know about this matter? Shall I hear it, Sir Bettenburg?
"... no matter how much they say. I've just been informed about this."
Sophia answers as calmly as she can, but that seemed extra unpleasant to him, getting up and standing.
"Don't be ridiculous! Are you going to claim irrelevance in this matter!
"Of course, we haven't forgotten the remorse we had a few years ago. But the rebirth of the Wise Men's Act is a separate matter, and there should be no reason for me to be blamed."
"I see... you're just going to cut white"
Sophia is gradually unable to hide her confusion because she doesn't know the reason for his fierceness.
But one man opened his mouth, as if to give her a help boat like that.
"Enough is enough. In this way, it is hard to believe Sir Bettenburg has anything to do with it"
"But, Your Majesty...!
"Good," he says. Or are you gonna embarrass me?
There was indeed a king's piercing in his appearance, which he said so with a twist.
Seeing it up close, he gets quiet like a cat who borrowed it on his back from what happened earlier.
But still, her mind wasn't clear.
"Well, Sir Bettenburg. So you don't mind if your lord has nothing to do with this?
"Yes, at least we are not aware of the revival of the Sage's Law"
"… confirm again. It really doesn't matter."
…… Yes. "
After breathing once into her answer, strictly he opens his mouth.
His words at that time had his name that I least wanted to hear right now.
When she returns to her room, she lies on the couch in front of her.
But on the other hand, there was so much confusion in her head that there was no more.
"… why,"
A voice that manages to twist out.
But because of a voice that is too blurry, it disappears before it reaches someone.
But still...... enough to tighten her little chest.
"Dear Bettenburg, Good luck. So, the policy for the future..."
"...... Tomorrow we will head with Zahr to Forse. Until then, let me sleep."
"Huh? But..."
She glances out the window once and then drops her eyes on Sophia's face again.
And when I grinned as if I realized something, I gently hung a blanket.
"Yes, I did. I'll take care of the rest of the paperwork for you, please."
"... thank you. Thank you so much."
"No."
She nodded her face at the cushion and thanked Meir from the bottom of her heart.
At the same time, I don't want to get her into this, okay?
After a while, the sound of the knock sticks.
She manages to "go ahead" with her obscure head, rubbing her eyes.
"It's me, Sophia"
"... is it Zahr"
"Looks like you've been asked."
He goes up into the room, closes the door and leads to the couch.
She also wakes her body off the couch mimicking it and confronts him.
"What can I do for you? If you can, get it done quickly."
"Don't worry. I'm not staying long either."
That's what he said. Once he exhaled, he put a cheek wand on his knee.
"I'm leaving early tomorrow at 6: 00 a.m. Do your duty by then."
"... is that all"
"............ yes. I'm here to tell you that."
With that said, he tries to get up and get out of the room.
And then, after holding the door knob, I looked back towards Sophia once, and then I left.
After he's gone, Sophia looks out the window.
It's still raining.
"... uhh..."
After making sure no one was there, she pushes her voice to death and begins to cry.
I've always trusted you, I've always been betrayed by a being who kept chasing my back.
The fact was felt big, cold and heavy on her back.
"... ugh, ah..."
Various things come to mind behind her brain that kills her voice and keeps crying.
Because I wasn't on my side.
Because I couldn't keep an eye on you.
Such self-blame continued to inflate her feelings of regret.
"Lazareth... Lazareth...!
Call his name.
But there's no way they're coming, of course.
But I couldn't help calling.
But only one memory managed to protect her fragile heart.
That's too vague a memory, somewhere far away, like you don't know when it was.
Somewhere dim, she exchanged mouths with Lasalles.
Maybe I just dreamed about it.
Still, those memories, just those memories, kept protecting her mind.