The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

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"Oh, I see."

Artoria nodded thoughtfully, but then frowned and said...

"Lilina, although telling you the truth may hurt you, I still want to tell you that we are at war. If you have already seen your brother, you should leave as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot and Kiana both fell silent.

"Actually, my brother is missing."

Suppressing his discomfort, Lancelot spoke these words to Artoria.

Chapter Thirteen: It Turns Out I Have an Older Sister

"You mean... Lancelot is missing?"

Upon hearing that her loyal subordinate had vanished, Artoria immediately gave him a stern look.

She wasn't sure if the girl in front of her, who claimed to be Lancelot's sister, was lying to her.

"Uh, um...yes."

Why did your brother suddenly disappear? Did he leave on his own, or...?

Artoria instinctively chose not to believe Lancelot's sudden departure.

Just a few days ago she was saying she would manage the kingdom well with me, but now, in such a short time, she has disappeared without a trace.

"She...she's gone..."

"She's gone?"

Artoria frowned, unsure how to handle the situation, as she hadn't yet determined whether the matter was true or false.

"I don't know, but my brother is definitely missing, which is why I rushed here for help. I hope you can help us find her."

As the girl spoke, she started to cry, looking pitiful. Her acting skills were truly impressive.

Even Kiana couldn't help but secretly give it a thumbs up.

You could say people are forced into things...

Anyway, this acting... it's hard to imagine that the seemingly cold knight guy could make such an expression.

The girl was holding her chest with both hands, her eyes brimming with tears, and she looked as if she were really badly injured.

"Please stand up and speak first; you don't seem to be feeling well!"

Artoria looked at the cute girl in front of her and felt a pang of sympathy. This girl didn't seem like she would lie.

"Lilina!"

"Oh~!!"

"Your name will be Lilina!" Artoria said, reaching out to gently pat the girl's shoulder to soothe her.

Only then did Lancelot wipe away the almost non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

"You stand up and speak first!"

Lancelot nodded and stood up.

"I am Lancelot's sister, Lilina," Lancelot introduced himself with a smile.

Although she knew perfectly well that what she was doing was absolutely not in accordance with the code of chivalry.

But it's absolutely unacceptable for her to admit that she has become like this.

So we can only make the best of a bad situation...

"I am Artoria, the monarch to whom Lancelot serves!"

Lancelot looked at Artoria and nodded: "Oh! So you are the monarch she serves. Do you know where she is now?"

"Hmm... I don't know. She's been keeping to herself lately, so I don't know where she is. I even heard about her disappearance from you," Artoria replied.

"Oh? Is that so..." Lancelot muttered to himself.

Seeing the uneasy expression on the white-haired girl's face, Artoria felt a pang of guilt.

As a monarch, she had an obligation to protect her vassals, yet her vassal Lancelot had vanished, setting aside the extremely slim possibility of his escape.

It is clear that she has been either deceived by the enemy or kidnapped.

Neither possibility is a good thing.

Ultimately, I bear some responsibility for this...

"Don't worry, I'll help you find her."

Artoria solemnly assured her.

This rather dramatic scene surprised Kiana, who was watching from the sidelines.

Strictly speaking...

At this very moment, she is assuring Lancelot that she will bring him to his side.

A perfect logical closed loop is formed...

At the center of this logical loop is Lancelot, who is standing right in front of her at this moment.

So how do you find someone standing right in front of you?

This is a very serious issue.

Kiana wondered what would happen if this lie were ever exposed.

Artoria would probably take turns using her Chosen Sword to give Slot a good thrashing of his backside.

And now...

It seems we have no choice but to let this joke continue.

Looking at Lancelot, who remained silent with his head down, Kiana thought to herself...

...

"Tell me, what should we do now?!"

In the room that was originally Lancelot's office, Kiana sat in the chair that was originally hers, dealing with this colleague whose physique and appearance had changed slightly.

"Hasn't everything been resolved now?"

Looking at the petite girl in front of her, Kiana answered casually.

Unfortunately, her answer was so nonchalant that Lancelot blushed.

This wasn't because she was shy and blushing; she was simply so angry that she couldn't speak.

"You...you don't need to be in such a hurry...I'm telling you...can you please stop doing this..."

Kiana looked at Lancelot and said with a hint of helplessness.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"You just said it's been resolved!" Lancelot replied, barely suppressing his anger.

"Yes! I mean, it's been resolved now, so why are you still like this..." Kiana looked at Lancelot with a puzzled expression.

What she just said wasn't wrong!

Why does this guy still look like this?

This puzzled Kiana greatly.

"You said it's 'resolved,' but 'resolved' doesn't mean it's over. At least right now, I can't leave at all, so how am I supposed to have time to investigate how to get back?"

Lancelot's face darkened; her mood was absolutely terrible.

"You mean you're going to handle this yourself?"

"Of course, I'll solve it myself!"

Upon hearing Kiana's question, Lancelot shook his head and said...

"You idiot! No matter what, I'm someone who knows about this, and you really don't trust me at all?"

"So what do you want?" Lancelot asked Kiana.

"So? What do you think?"

Kiana looked at Lancelot with an air of self-righteousness.

"Don't forget, I'm taking care of you now!"

"ha?"

Lancelot looked at Kiana, somewhat puzzled.

Although what she said was correct.