"Hey!　That one!"

Yeah, you just said your name.

I thought you were a shadow!



　The Resistance is in uproar.

　Lord Kalm's messengers in the crowd were similarly agitated, their expressions showing a hint of impatience.

　They were careful not to be heard, but voices like this were leaking out.



"Hey, hey, ......, you've got the wrong arrangements!"

"I thought you said you were going to take out the princess, and then you and these guys were going to have a good romp and that would be the end of it."

"This is worse than that!　I think they're ready to kill it!"

"Calm down. You borrowed a magic doll for just such an occasion. I'll take the princess even if I have to beat the crap out of all of them.



　I see.

　There are three people with magic dolls in the Resistance.

　That's enough to win a head-to-head fight.



"We have no choice. ......"



　Originally, I had to keep it to just sneaking help. .......



"I don't care if he's a shadow!　Kill it!"

That's right!　Know our wrath!"



　Some of the heated-up Resistance members seem to be able to use magic.

　Their magic is swelling.



What do we do?

"I'll stop him by force!"

We're not going to make it!



　Lord Callum's messenger is too late and can no longer stop the magic.



"Die!"



　Countless spells are unleashed, heading toward Princess Kilik.

　The princess was watching her .......



"Why don't you ...... even resist?"



　The princess closed her eyes, silently taking it all in.



　Kirik's point of view



"It didn't work. ......"



　The gamble failed.

　It was right that there were people to take advantage of me.

　But in the crucial part, they were completely late to the game.



"Maybe it's a reflection of the strength of their resentment towards me."



　The thought of it brings a smile to my face.

　This is not an unreasonable death, if I consider that my actions have bounced back on me.



　Royalty is a special thing by nature.

　No matter what, no matter what, just being there has value. That's what royalty is.

　But .......



Being special is not always a good thing.



　I accept everything and meditate.

　I waited quietly for my last moments.



　And yet, my unfulfilled dreams show me impossible illusions.

　I thought I had accepted it. .......



"Why ......"



　The butler, one hand catching countless spells, replies to my words.



"I am your butler, my lady.



　Those words, which should have sounded familiar to me, filled me with a very nostalgic sound.