The doctor explained many things to Wakako, saying that the poison she was afflicted with likely came from an extremely toxic plant. The venom would spread from the wound, creeping towards her heart… Because she had swung her sword after being injured, the rate of its spread had accelerated. There was no hope for treatment. She probably had two or…
Mios wasn’t entirely unprepared for gunpowder. For instance, during the earlier council between the Queen and the generals, they had deliberated on methods to counter fire attacks. The royal palace was always known for its elegance, with all manner of flowers, plants, and trees planted throughout its grounds. The nobles, influenced by this aesthetic, filled their own estates with greenery….
That night, there were no stars, no moon, just an impenetrable darkness. The flowers outside the house stood still, but their leaves rustled slightly, as if a breeze stirred, yet there was no wind. Perhaps it was just her imagination. In truth, Wakako hadn’t sensed anyone’s presence. She had simply smelled something different. There was something outside the courtyard. As…
The mercenaries who were ambushed and killed were cremated and buried in the royal cemetery. Only members of the royal family or commoners who had performed great deeds were granted the honor of being buried there. To avoid causing public panic, the incident with the gunpowder and their deaths were not publicized. Instead, patrols within the city were discreetly reinforced….
To take their place? These four words caused Wakako’s face to change, as though some unspoken, indescribable thoughts had suddenly been laid bare. Her gaze locked with Miki’s, and with a determined look as if steeling herself for a battle, Wakako denied it, “I am only concerned for the Saint’s safety.” “Oh?” Miki questioned again, “Is that so?” “It is.”…