Your Highness~. Princess-sama~. ...Miss Reinesia.
　Elissa called out her own Lord's name.
　I called out to her when I didn't hear her apparently making any noise, but Rainesia was slumped on the couch. It was a slumped figure at a loss, its fine silvery hair spilling over its small, round shoulders and cascading down like a waterfall. She is a beautiful girl who has devoted half her life to the battlefield, and even a soldier whose face seems to be covered in sword wounds would want to speak to her kindly and encourage her not to be so depressed, "Don't be so depressed, I'll help you," she exudes an air of sadness and fragility.
　Henrietta would have said that she is like a puppy that has been wet in the rain.
　In any case, her appearance is fragile, lonely, and filled with melancholy sadness.
　It's the very embodiment of a frailty that makes you want to run to her and hug her.

　But Elissa knows better.
　This is Reinesia in her "I'm so tired I don't want to do anything more" form.

Hime.
Elissa...?
　Reinesia raises her meekness with a gaze that seems to look up at you.
　Within the contours of her cheeks, smooth as a boiled egg, her moist eyes are shaking.
　Don't make a mistake. The eyes are moist, not because they are sad or moved, but because they are biting down on a yawn.

'Yes, yes. You're tired, aren't you?　Elissa here will be getting your bedroom ready for you in a few minutes, so please wait a little longer. Tea?　Or maybe something sweet?
　Elissa asked.
　It was after a tea party welcoming a female guest from one of the city's most prestigious guilds in Akiva. The master, Reinesia, although a small appetite, would have taken a few sweet souvenirs as well.
　However, it's hard to know if it's her constitution or what, but she never gets fat no matter how much she eats. In addition, her skin is always smooth and baby-like, no matter what she eats, whether she eats meat or cake. It's hard to understand how you can be free from skin problems.
　Since the catastrophe and Akiba's reforms, there has been a rediscovery of the richness of flavor in all kinds of food. Six months later, the reforms have spread to Daichijin society, and everyone from the aristocracy at the top to the common people at the bottom is enjoying the new experience. The reformed food is so rich in flavor that people often overeat. Many of the "earthling" aristocrats are now terrified of gaining weight.
　It's a good thing that you're not a fan of this kind of thing, because it's not at all fattening, and that's why Elissa can easily recommend sweetness to you, but it's not how you feel.

''No........''
　Reinesia gave a small shake of her head and let her lean her cheeks against the back of the sofa, as if she couldn't take it anymore. The mood of a rain-stricken puppy was joined by the mood of a white rose, also rain-stricken. It's a gesture that would make a young, adoring apprentice knight's breath hit him in the nose.
(Though I don't think so.)
　Elyssa approached Reinesia carelessly and lifted Reinesia's ankles in her room shoes and placed them on the couch so that her knees were bent. You'll be able to see that there is a lot more to it than that.
　This is a somewhat ill-mannered posture for the "beautiful princess of the city of Miami. If there was a man in the room, it might give a new impression. Despite her inner life, Reinesia is well versed in the etiquette of a nobleman's princess, so she doesn't usually show this attitude even to her family.
　It's not that I don't want to see it, I just want to see it.

(Not that I particularly want to see it.)
　Elissa checked on Reinesia as she got to her feet, then took out her indoor broom and swept under the low table and couch. Today's offering was a pastry called sembe. The fragrant scent was enticing, but the small pieces could spill out when you ate it. I wanted to clean it up as soon as possible.

'Princess.'
What?
Are you hungry?
No.
　It would be so. Perhaps it was because she ate with so much dignity and courtesy that Miss Henrietta, who had brought me the food, hadn't noticed, but Princess Reinesia had eaten two large sembae. From her usual appetite, she wouldn't be hungry until dinner.
''It's a lively affair these days, isn't it?''
Really.
　While talking with her, Elissa quickly cleans her room.
　The room is usually polished. It's not much of a hassle. Even cleaning is selfish for Elissa's maid. Normally, there is no need for her to lift her master's feet up on the sofa.
　But these days, the tea party is held every day. It would save the early morning shifters a lot of work if they could clean up right away. Tomorrow, the women of the Adventurers are sure to visit again. Especially the petite dark-haired girl, Akatsuki, who has been coming every day for the past ten days or so.

''You're looking very tired today,''
Yeah.
　Raynesia has few words.
　He must be really tired. That's not surprising. She had been treated well by Lady Henrietta and Lady Marielle. Elissa smiled a small smile in the back of her throat as she remembered the Lord's voice begging her to forgive him in a voice that invited pity.
　Of course, Elissa respected Rainesia. She was tempted to applaud him for his daring at a meeting the other day, for example, even though he was my Lord. But Leinecia is basically a lazy, cowardly, unthinking, feather-brained girl with a head full of feathers.
　I have to say that I have respect for her, but I'm not sure I can always serve her with respect.
(Well, I suppose that's okay.)
　Elissa thinks as she folds her kneecap. Having a friend of the same s*x, whether they are the same age or slightly older or younger, is a hard experience to get. For Elissa, born the daughter of a lower class nobleman, or for Raynesia, born the daughter of the Duke of Corwin, it may be even more difficult than finding a good spouse.
　Elissa remembers the Lord with a perfect smile on his face in the palace of Maihama, or in the Old Court of Eternal Ice. Aristocracy is a strict society. Especially for young women, even a single bad rumor can be fatal.
　In order to live under the watchful eye of the unspoken court sparrow, Reinesia had to learn to behave in a more formal manner. The mask Reinesia chose to wear to protect her grandfather's and her family's fame was so perfect that it earned her the legendary fame of being called the Winter Rose of Eastar.
　But that's why Reinesia has never had any friend-like friends before. Elissa may be relatively close to that, but still, she's a handmaid, a handmaid.

'But, if I may say so, you seemed to be having a lot of fun.
Yes...?
Elissa is glad to have a friend.
　It really is.
　Elyssa thought that in the past half a month or so, Raynesia's expression had become much richer.
'We're not your friends, are we?
　-- but what came back was a surprising response.

'Then what in the world is he like?　Even the princess seemed to be having a good time... well, sometimes with some trouble, but she was talking.
He's an adventurer.
　Reinesia replies to Elissa's question without any particular qualms.
'We were not having a good time talking about it. The Adventurers are not like us. They are too different from us. They don't understand the etiquette I have learned. If you don't properly express your feelings, they won't understand you, otherwise we can't talk to you.
　And perhaps she's right.
　The Adventurers are not beholden to their status. Even Elissa is invited to join in when they are having a tea party. Elissa, too, has made a few acquaintances since she arrived in this Akiba city. In addition to this, there are a number of other things to look forward to, such as Henrietta, who is very sympathetic to her work ethic, Liese, who looks a bit like her sister back home, and Serara, who is so homely that she wants to be a maid of honor.
　Of course, Leinecia was right about the difference between the adventurers and the earthlings. There are times when we disagree with each other, and sometimes we don't even know what we're talking about. But it's not so much that they don't understand each other as that they can't communicate with each other. -- and that, Elissa thinks, is what Reinesia has taught her more than anyone else.

'But, oh my God,'
'If you don't tell people you're having a little fun, tell them you're having fun; if you're sad, tell them you're sad; if you're happy, tell them you're grateful. Otherwise, you won't get the message - so that's what I'm doing. You know Elissa, too.　The real me is more lazy, cowardly and insipid. The truth is, I don't care about social circles or aristocracy. As long as I can take a nap every day, that's all that matters. Mostly, I don't understand that kind of (...).
　Raynesia muttered somewhat boringly.
'It's work,'
Well, goodbye.
....
　Reinesia removed her gaze and rested her body on the back of the sofa with a clinging look. It's a good idea to have a beautiful girl in your life, and you can't get rid of her, because even such a sloppy appearance is a picture.
　But come to think of it, the only person Reinesia would expose herself to is Elissa.
　She plays the role of a perfect lady to the Lords of the Earth, as well as to the princesses of her generation, and even to the women of the Adventurers, she is obedient, but as ladylike as a borrowed cat. Perhaps this is the armor of Reinesia, which does not let you see what's on the inside.
(-- Was there another one, that one?)
　Reinesia reminds me of the great man with the sand-colored hair. It's true that Raynesia seems to have an open mind about that young man. But that's largely due to the fact that you can't lie or deceive. From the beginning, Reinesia didn't have a choice.
(Really, she's a bad princess.)

　If you have any fun, you should tell them you're having fun--
　Reinesia said so.
　But isn't thinking like that akin to fessing up to the fact that it was fun?
　Even if she's tired enough to doze off on the couch before dinner, Elissa thinks that if she expects to get up in the morning without the help of her maids and expects every day to be enough to think about what to wear, then it's still a friend, not a job, right?
　Even though Reinesia has come to this city full of adventurers and seems to be enjoying herself all the time. But as she looks out the indigo-tinted window, Reinesia doesn't seem to notice such a simple thing. Or maybe she didn't understand the word "friend".
　Maybe she didn't know it from the beginning, or maybe she had given up somewhere in her life... Elissa didn't know.

　The look on Reinesia's face as she looked out the window was beautiful and fragile, of course, but it was also somewhat boring. Elissa sighed one sigh at the sight of her master.
　As stubborn and inaudible as she was lazy, Elissa knew Reinesia well.




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　The winter sun was setting early and the afterglow had completely disappeared when they left the pavilion.
　The night in the city of Akiva is beautiful, Henrietta thinks. It is dim compared to the old world earth, yes, to her hometown of Tokyo, but it is glittering enough compared to the deep nighttime jet blackness of this world.
　Several dark-colored buildings rise in the indigo night. Ancient evergreen trees spreading their treetops. Here and there a magical light gently illuminates the scene. Henrietta thought the fantastic lights were much gentler and preferable to the stinging neon signs.

'The sun's setting earlier, isn't it?
Of course.
　Henrietta nodded at the blonde girl walking next to her.
　She took out a voluminous scarf from her "magic bag" and wrapped it around her neck. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to use it. It's not just a matter of time before you're able to get your hands on it.
　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who's been in this situation. Her gaze remains averted, as if she is embarrassed. Henrietta chuckles as she replies back, "No, no, it's just a trivial matter.
　This younger friend that she recently made is an iron-clad, invincible young lady on the outside, and although she may want to stick to that line, she seems to get down to earth in places, and I think that's what makes her so endearing. I'm sure she's younger than she looks.
"You don't have to work so hard, you're a lady (lady) enough.
Yes?
　He smiled at Lise, who spun around and pushed his shoulder.
'Come on, come on. If you don't hurry, you'll put it away.
Yes.
　Just like that, they began to walk towards Central Avenue.

　Although Henrietta's guild is different from the Crescent Moon Alliance and Liese's guild is different from the D.D.D., it's not unusual for them to return home together from a tea party at the House of Waterflies like this. Marielle and Celara went back to the guild ahead of time to help prepare a meal, while Henrietta and the others were planning to stop off to buy a few more groceries.
　In the post-Disaster life of the Adventurer, enjoying a good meal every day is a blessing that is reaffirmed, but it is also a bit of a burden. In order to prepare flavorful food, a sub-class of cooks is needed, but as far as Henrietta is aware, they make up only a small percentage of the population.
　Since the formation of the Roundtable, that percentage must have increased as people changed jobs, but it is not unusual for a small guild of less than ten people to have no cooks among its members. On the other hand, a guild of a few hundred people will naturally have its own chef, but preparing meals for hundreds of people every day is a huge burden.
　The only way to compensate for this is to eat out or have take-out meals made by the Daichijin.

What will you have, Henrietta-san?
Karaage. Marye said she wanted to try it.
　They arrived at the mall where they were chatting with each other and began their shopping. It's time to close the store. They were shouting loudly to sell the unsold items, anticipating that the store was about to close down soon.
Karaage?　Did you say karaage?　Sister. Buy one of ours, sister!　Three gold coins a kilo with a garlic flavor!
　Henrietta bought three kilos of such fried food at a brisk pace.
　With 40 hungry adventurers in the Crescent Moon Alliance, this amount of food is not nearly as much as you would expect. They really do gobble it up.
　Next door, Liese is buying a quiche with hazelnuts in it. D.D.D. is a major guild with a culinary team, so they are probably just bringing in food or snacking.

　The mall was quite busy.
　Henrietta and Liese also needed to be aware of their surroundings in order to weave through the flow of who had come to buy things. In particular, the group returning from defeating the enemy tends to be wider than in the old world because they are dressed in burly armor and carry long staffs.
　By the time they had finished buying their favorite things and were nearing the exit of the mall, the tea party had all but faded away in Henrietta. Walking through the mall was an exhausting task in itself, and my mind was flying to the food at the guild I was about to leave.
　That's why I was flabbergasted when Liese casually muttered, "Akatsuki-san looks like you're having a hard time.
　That was because it was also a recent concern of Henrietta's.

''Does it still look that way?''
I can see it.
　Lately Akatsuki has been lackluster. He has always been withdrawn and reluctant to get involved with others, and his superficial make-up may not be noticed by most people, but Henrietta can tell. Because she had been staring at Akatsuki ever since the Great Disaster.
　However, it was also a little surprising that Liese could see that as well. It was only when she started attending the tea parties held at the Reinesia's mansion that she began to have frequent contact with Akatsuki. In other words, it was only in the last half a month or so.
　Henrietta reviewed Liese a bit.
'You're more senior than me, Akatsuki-san, aren't you?
　By seniority, does Riese mean age, or is he referring to his gaming history?　Unsure, Henrietta nodded vaguely.
I don't really understand. I don't know, but I've heard that you are a very good assassin. In fact, I've seen that it must be so.
　Lise's murmur continued as she walked down the dark green alleyway out of the mall and towards the guild hall. A white breath leaked out in the mid-winter cold air, enveloping the girl's words.
''It seems that she came to watch 〈D.D.D.〉(our) training once. No, I'm not sure if it was once. I mean once I found out. He observed the training for more than four hours.
Well....
　Henrietta can only reply that.
　Akatsuki's troubles were somehow understandable. But what did a few hours of staring at the training of a top-notch fighting guild make that little girl feel?　It must be a creaking pain in her chest, Henrietta could imagine. But Henrietta couldn't say that she could even understand that pain.
　Henrietta is an ordinary "adventurer" who has never participated in a large scale battle, the Raid. I've never been in the ranks of the top adventurers, not even in the Elder Tail, which is a game, let alone in this world.
"At first I thought you were a prospective member. It may sound like I'm boasting when I say this, but D.D.D. (Home) is not a bad guild. If you're going to do battle (raiding), the environment is the best in Akiba...and we're working hard to make it that way. Well, our staff is full of idiots. If they're stupid enough to get into a battle, they're like children. No, they are children themselves. More than just children, they are children. They go into battle (raids) as high end children like Americans flocking to a barbecue. I thought that's why you wanted to join us.
I don't think so, sir.
Yes. I knew that immediately.
　At Henrietta's point, Riese nodded with her gaze dropping to the ground.

''In a manner of speaking, I reported it to the guild leader (Milord). There was an opinion that it might be a spy. But that reply was left alone. Allowing an unlimited amount of visits,''
　The footprints of boots stomping on the moist fallen leaves continued for a while.
It seemed that the proud child (member) became a bit stiff and uncomfortable. I don't think he was worried about it, but the guild leader (Milord) gave me another order later on.
　Henrietta secretly sighs at the beautiful blonde girl who has an embarrassed yet proud expression on her face. Isn't it almost barbaric to have feelings for that Krusty?　I can't help but feel sorry for him when I think of the great man who looks sullen and gives out unreasonable demands.
　But that's the same for Akatsuki, who has feelings for Shiroe, I point out to myself.

　How peaceful Henrietta herself is in comparison. It's true that she feels a slight sweet tingle when she thinks about Shiroe, but that's a perfectly acceptable feeling. In a world where amusements are few and far between, the sight of Shiroe and Akatsuki or Shiroe and Minori getting so close to each other is an act of reassurance of happiness.
　A quiet, unrequited love from a safe distance. It's presumptuous of me to be satisfied with that, and to be disgusted by Liese and Akatsuki.

''According to Krusty--sama, I hear that I owe Shiroe-san a debt of gratitude for everything. Therefore, Akatsuki-san's visit is allowed without restriction. It is also said that if there is anything that needs to be done, we should make accommodations. Pushy sales and solicitation of Mr. Akatsuki are not allowed, though.
　Despite Henrietta's thoughts, Lise closed her mouth.
'I see.'
　That's what happens, Henrietta thought.
　Even Shiroe probably doesn't know about Krusty's concern.
　I'm sure that men are still a bit sluggish or even detached in this regard. You can't just talk to them and listen to them instead of paying attention to them. Henrietta thinks so. But at the same time, if you are in Akatsuki's position now, you may not want to be approached.

(What Akatsuki-chan probably wants is confidence.
　It's a hard one.
　For some people, it's something they take for granted, and they don't even dare to think about how they should get it.
　Such is the case with Marielle. Similar to a summer sunflower, Henrietta's best friend lights up her surroundings with a bottomless brightness. Henrietta doesn't have the confidence to laugh like that. I don't think Henrietta will ever have the confidence in her life to be able to embrace her surroundings like that.
　This is something that is unique to Marielle and not to Henrietta and most people.
　On the other hand, Henrietta knows that there are people who can never have confidence in themselves, no matter what they do or how they struggle. For such people, the time they live is a terrible torture. Henrietta has seen people with frightened and sneaky eyes. People, when they are old enough to leave college, will meet some of those kinds of people. Wherever those people were, they were frightened, tired, or aggressively intimidated by their surroundings.

　In turn, Henrietta thinks of herself, she's probably somewhere in between.
　You can't have an unshakable certainty - a confidence that something important will never be lost to you. However, the confidence that one can do something like this is a result of hard work and experience. For example, I will be able to keep in touch with a few friends in the future. I can go on doing enough work that it doesn't bother the company. Marriage - I honestly don't think that marriage - is possible after all the commotion that's been going on, and the route of an arranged marriage is cut off, but even so, I think that spending time as the guild treasurer, making fun of my best friend's love life, is not a bad future, as you might think. She won't be able to turn in a heroic role to return to her former world, but she can use the skills she's cultivated up to now to protect her juniors.
　That is Henrietta's idea of herself.
　I can't do what I can't do, but I can do what I can do.
　It's nothing to sneeze at; it's the normal conclusion that ordinary people draw.

'It's no wonder we can't get what we want.
　Lise muttered, with half her face buried in the man's scarf.
　Yes, it's commonplace.
　For the average person, it's all too commonplace.

　For many humans, living means, almost as it is, getting used to the reality of not being able to reach what they want. Henrietta has gotten used to it. Perhaps Liese is too.
　But that doesn't make the pain go away.
　You may have to get used to not being able to reach it. But it's not the same as getting used to yourself getting used to not being able to reach it. It's a stop. If you don't get used to it, you can't live, but if you get too used to it, you're as good as dead.

　Henrietta doesn't want her favorite Akatsuki to experience such pain. I want to help Akatsuki.
　But confidence is impossible.
　She doesn't even know how to help her, and it doesn't seem like it's something she can help others with in the first place. Looking back at Henrietta herself, she has put together the rubbish in her mind by herself, and after repeated failures, she has finally created a small home for herself.
'I don't think I can do much more than hang out with you.
Yeah, right.
　Perhaps even Lise knows that. That's why her reply was short.

(Utterly that pitch-black Lady Chloe!)
　Henrietta gave a great sigh so that Liese would not find out.
　What could that young man, who was too clever, be doing to the plight of his nearest and dearest belly? It's not just that he's a very good judge of character, but that he's also blind when it comes to this kind of genre.
　-- or maybe it's not that she has good eyesight, it's just that she has a telescope that can't be removed.
　Henrietta chuckled at the thought of being a little rude.
　I want to be nice to Akatsuki for that. Tomorrow will be a day to bring Akatsuki's outfit in and change her clothes too. Henrietta's mood brightened in a breath as she thought of that. Looking at the list of outfits she pulls out in her head, she tries to make excuses to herself, such as this is for Akatsuki.
　The indigo night was still peaceful.




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　There was also a faction that tried to rewrite that same night with an order of magnitude greater spirit.
　The "Yamato Server's Most Glamorous Guild" and the "Harem Group" guild, the West Wind Brigade.
　The guild is said to have the highest percentage of women in Akiba (and not all of them are women), and as its two names suggest, the guild's ground floor hall is filled with dozens of guild members who are eagerly preparing for the event.
　Of course, the majority of the members are women. The majority of the members are women, of course, but nothing is indulged in that atmosphere.
　They are beautiful women and beautiful girls who have tightened their armor and leg ties and are ready for a decisive battle. They are all dressed in their robes and their leader, Soujiro, is the one who is keeping a watchful eye on them.
　Soujiro, still a shadow of a boy, looks around the hall. From now on today, there were twenty-four of them who would be 'going out' to Akiba at night. Four teams of six people, the same size as a full raid, are the 'adventurers'. Of course, they are all skilled adventurers who have at least reached the ninety level.

Ladies and gentlemen.
　The tension in the hall rises at the sound of Soujiro's voice. Even though there are twenty-four people who are going out, there will be some help with equipment and seeing them off. There are more than twice that number of members gathered in the hall.
''I've already said many times, but the identity of the enemy is unknown. Never be caught off guard. Please be aware that he is more powerful than you... even me. Do not engage in one-on-one combat. Acting alone is also forbidden. Always work in groups and report back to me at all times. You will act as liaison to Nazuna.
Huh. I'm going to f*ck you now that I've taken it on. Don't be too hard on yourself! Even if you are in a state of engagement with the target, you must bring them into a delayed battle in the A-type formation. In this formation, every team is equipped with two healers, so they are not strong enough to attack. You shouldn't think that a single team will be able to manage the situation. Our mission is to stop them and contact them. Okey?

　Nazna calls out to him loosely in her loose loungewear.
　It's enough for the departing group to be nervous. Don't worry. She trusted her guild mates. The reason why the Westwind Brigade, which is smaller than the D.D.D. and the Black Sword Knights, was able to continue to participate in the fierce battle for the front line is because they had a strong sense of unity and high purpose.
　The West Wind Brigade is now determined to secure the culprit.
　Nazuna, with her rich black hair pulled back in a single bun, watches each of the members as they prepare to leave. She is well equipped and well planned. When the guild members nodded in agreement with each other, Nazuna continued.
''Then the changeover is in two hours. We'll organize and prepare the troops for the second sortie over here. There will be evening meal when we return. You can look forward to it. But don't be too relaxed, since we'll be going out again in two hours. Like Shoji said, you're up against a superior opponent. You have to be careful with that. Okay, then, Souji.
Hmm. I know. You've said all I'm going to say. --Well, I'll just say this one thing. Your target is the person who attacked your people. Cut them down.

　Soujiro is a young man who looks like a spring sunshine.
　The air in the hall froze with the words he said without raising his voice, though his somewhat good-natured smile remains the same as usual. One of the women, a "priestess" (cleric), who shook her shoulders as if invited by the cold air, responded with a voice that sounded as if it was being squeezed out of her stomach. It should have been completely dark outside, but none of the members cared about that kind of thing.
　The four squads flew out bravely from the Guild Hall.

　The Guild Hall of the West Wind Brigade was somewhat of a Japanese style structure. The original zone was not that way to begin with, but rather the taste of the guild members and Soujiro's preference. The first floor of the hall is large and unfurnished, with a large space taken up for inspection before sortie.
　He pulled out a wooden chair in the hall and sat down.
　He's waiting for the time being, but he doesn't feel like pulling up to the cafeteria or his room.
''I'm talking about making pork soup in the dining room.
　Still, I called out to him just in case, but Soujiro just laughed and shook his head at Nazuna's suggestion.
(It would be nice if Shiroe-san or Kazuhiko-san were here for this kind of thing.
　Nazna thinks as she pinches the tip of her chin.
　She's relatively tall and voluminous for a woman, as she has been since she was in the Old World. She's not idyllic glamour, but she has good style. She has been described as "good looking," but she also has a body type that she is a bit of a hoarder. With her feet shoulder-width apart and her arms crossed, she is said to look much calmer than her age.
　She has a caring personality and is one of the oldest and most established guild founding members, so she is trusted by those around her. Because of that, Nazuna is halfway inevitably regarded as the sub-guild master of the West Wind Brigade. Nazuna herself is aware of the fact that she is doing a better job than the charismatic Soujiro.

　However, there were times when Soujiro would peek through the cracks in his usual mild-mannered mask to reveal a divided expression, reminding her of her old friends and making her want to spoil him.
　This time, of course, the reason lies with Soujiro.
　His opponent is a murderer who threatens the night of Akiba. The West Wind Brigade, as one of the eleven guilds of the Roundtable, would have a certain amount of moral responsibility for the safety of Akiba. The fact that they make patrols throughout the city is a contribution that a major combat guild can make, and one that even Nazuna has acknowledged.
　What's more, this time the murderer had a handful of fellow members of the .
　Of course Kyouko has been revived in the Great Temple. Including his amnesia, what he lost in this case is not that great. But a raid is a raid. The murderer has touched Nazuna's - and Soujiro's people (,,,,,).
　I can't allow that to happen. That feeling is shared by Nazuna.

　The same anger is felt by Soujiro. But even so, Soujiro's judgment is too smooth in some respects. That's been his character since he was a member of the Tea Party. His carefree and unpredictable nature may sound good, but it can also lead to harshness and cruelty.
　Nazuna thinks that Shojiro is not quite as gentle and good-natured a boy as the women of Akiba City think he is. No, he may be a gentle and good-natured boy, but that's not a quality he wanted to acquire.
　It's just that it is, so it is.
　Soujiro is kind to women. To almost all women.
　But it's not because of any favors. He's simply "that kind of boy". The reason why he's now ordering retribution for messing with a girl in his family is not because he has deep feelings for Kyoko, it's simply because he's "that kind of boy".
　That's a rule of sorts. It's a mechanical decision, and Nazuna can't affect that part of Soujiro's life. Nazuna may be able to ask him to temporarily shelve or cancel that decision. For example, she could say to Soujiro, "Let's join the Black Sword Knights first," or "It's better to leave this matter to the Round Table. However, Nazuna is unable to discourage him or encourage him to grow.
　It is Shiroe and Kazuhiko who can influence Soujiro on that level.
　For Soujiro, women are too important to reach because they are too important to protect.

　In the West Wind Brigade, Nazna is thought to be one of Soujiro's lovers.
　But in Nazuna's opinion, Soujiro is like a younger brother to her.
　He's too dangerous to leave her alone.
　The fact that he can now pretend to be an ordinary guildmaster is just a fortunate coincidence, and it can't be backed up or guaranteed in any way. In truth, Nazuna thinks that the person who could crush his guild at any moment is the boy called Soujiro-Seta.
(I love him. Of course I love him insanely.)
　Soujiro sits in a small chair, further down the hall, staring out into the night. Nazuna thinks as she runs her hand over the back of his head and fiddles with his dark hair.
　I love him, but still, if I'm not afraid to misunderstand him, this boy is a freak.
　That is exactly what he is like with a murderer.
　Otherwise, he would never have been able to organize a guild of over 900 women. Moreover, leading such a guild to aim for the top spot on a server in a large-scale battle strategy race is truly a joke.

''What's the matter?''
　Soujiro rolled his eyes at Nazuna and called out to her. He was probably worried because of his continued silence. Nazuna smiles back, a little troubled. ........It can't be helped since they're my relatives. What Soujiro lacks, he will have to make up for himself. And then, you'll avenge Kyouko, who also received the blade of her relatives - the killer.