This war was a great cause. Although we had elaborate plans and new weapons, it would have been difficult to accomplish without the help of all of us.

A woman's voice, full of dignity, dominated the space.

Those who were there did not move a muscle and stared at the woman's voice without a moment's glance averted, so as not to miss a single word of it.

A beautiful woman sits on a throne that is more ornate than it needs to be and can only be described as an immensely beautiful woman.

She was probably in her early twenties.

Her long, well-groomed silver hair, fresh skin and doll-like face are dignified, but do not detract from her feminine character.

She is dressed in a black dress decorated with gold thread, and her eyes, which are directed at the people in the room, shine like emeralds.

She is absolutely confident, or perhaps because of her absolute confidence, she does not lose her expression even in this place where strong men gather.

She is the current empress of this Rustabelle Empress country, Rosalia-Rastabelle.

It's the only thing we did according to Rosalia's orders. We only acted in accordance with Rosalia's orders, and compared to the person who invented all of our plans and even developed new weapons, our work is insignificant.

'Indeed. But we are grateful for your kind words of encouragement, Lady Rosalia.

'You could say that Lady Rosalia is our Lord and Goddess of Victory.

The men who have been labored over by her are speaking words of praise as a matter of course, but it is a somewhat uncomfortable scene.

If you only look at this scene, it appears to be a bonded relationship of loyalty to the Lord.

However, if you consider her appearance, you will notice the discomfort.

When selecting a new empress, the Rastabelle Empress State must perform the tasks set by the first empress with the highest grades.

Although all the participating women have potential, it is easy to imagine that the task of appointing the head of a country is not so easy.

In addition to a certain amount of knowledge and competence, she will need to have experience.

And she is too young to be in her 2(10)teens....yes, too young.

Suppose she was outstanding and had ascended the throne in her late teens.

Even then, it would be only five to six years old at the most, or two to three years at the least.

Although it is required by law, there must not be enough time for her to gain the trust of her vassals to this extent, as she is a year or two younger than them.

The main people of Dizenaire are in custody and have been captured. In addition, seeing the power of that weapon, it is hard to motivate them to rebel against that country.

I'm sorry. In addition, they were overrun to such an extent by us, the people who underestimated them as lowly. It was nothing but a nightmare for them. As long as they are living beings, they can't escape the fear of the unknown... Come to think of it, there they are. The one who recklessly rushed in alone.

It was him, wasn't it? It was indeed surprising to see you fight with my soldiers, who were more than evenly matched in strength... but in the end, you were able to catch them with all your strength.

'Right. That's how good a fighter he is. I'm sure he'll be a very good soldier.

However, the assembled vassals continued their conversation as if it were normal.

In the midst of all this, a man stationed in the corner of the room spoke up.

''But there is a problem. Even though there is still plenty of room in the current situation, considering the warfare that is sure to follow, we must secure the fuel to use that weapon.

Oh, Master Larsen.

Larsen is the guildmaster of the Adventurer's Guild in the Rastabel Empress Country.

He gives a cold look to his vassals, who are buoyed by the victory in the war, and continues in a nonchalant manner.

''In order to use that weapon, we need fuel. After the fuel runs out, it's too late. In order to obtain a stable supply, I propose that we move now.

Hmm... you're not going to find that one very often, are you?

That's true. It's relatively easy to catch them, but what can you do if you can't find them?

''Your mistress's shadow has brought some interesting information about that, eh?

The gaze that had been focused on Larsen instantly shifted to the owner of the voice.

There was the figure of Rosalia with one hand on her cheeksticks, legs crossed glossily and a joyful smile on her face.

''Ro, Rosaria-sama, what is that information...?''

The voice of the vassal, which seemed to be filled with the glamour of the figure, and which contained some agitation, caused Rosalia to open her mouth with a clattering laugh.

You know that, don't you? A cave where vicious demons writhe, a treasure trove of resources, and a forest that will never return once you've stepped into the backcountry.

You're not gonna...

The forest of demon mist, are you?

Rosalia proceeds with the story without worrying about the vassals who begin to break out in a cold sweat, despite the fact that they were just a moment ago.

''Truly an excellent shadow. Even the mistress didn't expect that you would find a place with a large amount of fuel at this time. I'll have to praise her thoroughly later.

''Well, I know that there's fuel in the Demon Fog Forest. However, I foolishly think it's a bit reckless to enter that forest. No one has ever come back from entering that forest, no...?

One of the vassals who presented the danger of the Demonic Fog Forest widened his eyes as if he had noticed something.

''Kukkuk. Have you noticed? Yes, her shadow has returned. And I do not believe that there is that much difference in ability between her and you. With your current strength in addition to the new weapon, you should be able to capture the forest of magic fog.

"...

Would you do me a favor... would you listen to me?

The space fell silent.

After a brief silence, the first to open his mouth was a mature man who had closed his eyes thoughtfully.

''... There is no denial on our part. We will surely show you what Rosalia-sama has in store for you.

After his words, the other vassals also regained their vigor.

''I can't refuse if you ask me to do so. Demon Fog Forest, no shortage of opponents!''

'Right. We could have won an overwhelming victory over Dizenaire. If we work together, we can't lose to the demons that nest in the Demon Fog Forest.

With a satisfied smile on her face at the energetic vassals, Rosalia slowly stood up and held out her palm towards them.

''The next destination shall be the Forest of Demon Fog! I'm counting on your work!

"'Victory to Lady Rosalia! Glory to Rastabel!

A voice, almost like a roar, rang out.











Rosalia's private room.

In that room, which was decorated with all of the special quality furnishings, there was Rosalia, the owner of the room, and the man who was seen at the earlier occasion.

After deciding where to proceed, she stopped him from among the vassals who were disbanding to prepare for the battle and invited him into her own room.

'What can I do for you, Lady Rosalia?'



''Iron-skinned as usual, huh? No one can get in here, so just go on as usual. Larsen?

Rosalia, who sat on the bed and spoke in a broken tone, was hardly the same person as the dignified and dignified empress from earlier.

In contrast, Larsen's eyes sharpened and he looked around warily at his surroundings, but when he realized that there was no sign of anyone but her, he slowly closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

'Huh... Rosalie, you're being too cautious. Have a little tension.

'What? Larsen, on the other hand, is overly cautious. Rather than being cautious, it's better to show some vulnerability so they don't get suspicious. Besides, it's exhausting to act like an empress. I wish I could relax in my own room at least.

'Even so, you know that our plans cannot be revealed. At last, I'm the guild master and you are the Empress of Rastabel. Are you going to blow all your plans out of the water here?

'Oh, yes, yes, I know. I've got soldiers to watch you properly, and I've even used soundproofing magic in case you called Larsen on a secret mission.

Rosalia waved one hand while sticking out her tongue as if to nag Larsen, who had a tone of voice that seemed to be lecturing his subordinates.

"And yet, oh, Julius, was it? You're coming back alive from the Demon Fog Forest, so you're not a pretty good kid. Where did you find him?

Don't pry. It's none of your business. It's not your business. You don't want to mess with it and it won't be able to fight back.

Oh, is that a terrible thing to say? Wouldn't it be nice if you trusted your colleagues a little?

Rosalia received a clear rejection, but she wasn't particularly irritated, and she evacuated Larsen with the sultry look of a child obviously acting.

The evacuated Larsen also passed her words off as if they were the usual thing.

''Well, fine. If our goal is accomplished this time, our reputation will certainly increase... hopefully, right?

Not if it works. We must succeed.

They never seemed to be on good terms with each other, but they had a common goal in mind.

After making eye contact with each other, they lifted their mouths like a mirror match.

''Come on, it's time to hunt for the spirit...''