Published: July 3, 2025
The next day. The day after the port festival had ended.
Eto, who had been admitted to the healing institute run by the temple last night, had nearly recovered overnight.
This was thanks to Abel's efforts... or rather, it was because Rhea, the priest of the red sword, had reached out to the temple in Whitnash.
By the way, the treatment itself was carried out by Rhea, the most skilled among them, but Eto, who had been unconscious throughout, was unaware of this.
When he woke up and heard about it, he seemed to tremble with emotion.
“Rhea likes Abel, but…”
Ryo murmured while thinking of Eto's unrequited feelings.
“Admiration and affection are different emotions.”
The youngest, Amon, whispered in a small voice.
Ryo was surprised.
What on earth had Amon experienced in his mere sixteen years of life…?
In any case, Eto had recovered.
Originally, there had been no external injuries, and the blood he had coughed up was due to the recoil from the Sanctuary, so the temple had a wealth of knowledge on recovery from that.
(What exactly is magic in this world… or rather, should I say in the kingdom? Or perhaps magic in the Central Nations? It’s different from the magic I use… and also different from what the Demon Leonor and Ms. Sera the elf use… and it’s also different from yesterday’s explosive flames. I’d like to take some time to investigate it someday…)
Despite the post-festival atmosphere, which is a little melancholic not just in this country but throughout the universe, several stalls were still set up along the main street of Whitnash.
It was said that shop owners who had come to set up stalls just for the festival often decided to stay in Whitnash because it felt so comfortable.
Some stalls that Ryo and the others liked were still open, and it seemed they would remain in Whitnash for a while longer.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the crepe stall had already left...
In those stalls, the four were indulging in their final street food… well, Eto had just recovered, so he was told to moderate his eating, making it three plus one.
Then, someone called out from behind them.
“I also… prefer the food from the stalls…”
It was Abel.
“Abel, have all the issues been sorted out?”
“I don’t want to hear that from Ryo!”
There was no doubt that the relationship between the kingdom and the empire had fallen to the brink of war due to the water attribute magician standing right in front of them.
Of course, they understood the circumstances of being driven by righteous indignation after losing a companion.
According to Abel, the combat between Oscar, the vice captain of the Imperial Emperor Mage Brigade, and the four in Room 10 had been resolved without any issues.
Abel personally went to the awake Princess Fiona and the recovered Prince Conrad to explain the story he had heard from Nils and the others.
Thanks to an apology from Vice Captain Oscar, who had been listening in the same place, the matter was settled amicably.
However, the assault during the garden party could not be resolved in the same way.
“Regarding the garden party, quite a number of guests were harmed… It seems there will be various diplomatic issues at the national level because of this. Without a doubt, the House of the Lord of Whitnash will face serious consequences…”
“It was supposed to be protected by the Treasure of the Wind Barrier, wasn’t it?”
It seemed Eto remembered what Lin and Rhea had discussed earlier.
It’s possible that he remembered every word spoken by someone he admired...
“Yeah. It seems it was rigged to break just before the assault. That’s a clear blunder.”
Abel shook his head.
At that moment, he seemed to recall something and looked up in surprise.
“Oh right, Nils, Eto, Amon, the three of you received words of gratitude from Princess Fiona. She said you saved her from being thrown to the ground and protected her from the bandits, and you’ll be receiving a monetary reward as well. They said it would be transferred to the Guild’s account by the time we return to the City of Run.”