She Was Sent by God

“What do you mean, thank you; it’s not like you really wanted to run against me, is that right?”

“That’s correct; I have no intention of confronting the Duchess.”

The baron repeatedly shook his head. He wasn’t exactly loyal to King Sebastian anyway. It didn’t matter who became king; what mattered most to him was to live a long and prosperous life.

Zoltan, who had been gone for a while, returned with a bundle of documents.

“I brought it.”

“What is that?”

“Oh, nothing, just the fact that we share life and death as my ally.”

Agnes spoke casually, as though it weren’t a big deal. However, there was one word she used that was indisputable.

“What, what? Life and death. What do you mean?”

“Well, here are the details; read them all.”

A book-sized collection of papers was delivered by Zoltan. He only looked at page one before being instructed to turn to page two.

“Yes, that’s it. Just inject a few drops of your blood.”

“Blood? My blood?” The baron’s complexion darkened.

“Haha. Baron Tevron, this is just a blood alliance, isn’t that right, princess?”

“That’s correct; an alliance is firmly maintained through blood.”

“What are you thinking? You just have to stab your finger and give it a few drops of blood; do you want me to lend you a dagger?”

A black, razor-sharp blade was taken out by Zoltan. When the baron saw it, he freaked out.

“It’s fine, Lord Zoltan; I’ll, I’ll do it.”

“Use it as much as you want.”

Zoltan laughed as he opened his mouth. In the baron’s eyes, he resembled a predatory bear. He cried while stabbing his fingertips. When a few drops of blood touched the paper, they flapped and began to glow on their own.

“Oh my God!”

“Why are you so surprised? Is this your first time seeing magic?”

“M, Magic? What kind of magic is it?”

“Didn’t I tell you that if the baron betrays the princess or something similar occurs, your heart will be torn apart? Well, it’s not important, so don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, no! You never said that!” Baron Tevron yelled indignantly.

In response to the sound, Agnes politely spoke.

“Sir Zoltan, why do you keep forgetting crucial explanations?”

“I’m sorry; I’ve been forgetful lately.”

“Duchess, this is just a sign of an alliance…”

“But it makes no difference because Baron Tevron will never betray me in the first place.”

“Now, wait…….”

“Oh, that’s right; the baron isn’t such a shameless, ungrateful man, isn’t he?”

Agnes responded with a question and a cheery grin. Everything the baron is permitted to say at this point is predetermined, of course.

“……Yes.”

Baron Tevron’s face resembled crumpled paper. However, Agnes and Zoltan entered the castle while laughing.

“By the way, is your brother walking or crawling? I’m about to lose my voice waiting.”

“Perhaps he’s taking his time; Count Cellon is heading north with him, so please wait a little longer.”

Rubbing his left chest, Baron Tevron trudged after them.

* * *

“What did she say? Is she alright? Is she in pain?”

“Count, as I’ve told you many times, Agnes is very healthy.”

“Does she get enough sleep at night? There’s nowhere to wash outside the castle.”

Emmerich Cellon made a fuss over her despite Laslo’s words. It’s not that he doesn’t understand his feelings. He couldn’t sleep either when he first learned about Agnes’ uprising. He was relieved, however, when a series of letters of victory from Zoltan, which he sent every three days, arrived in quick succession.

“This time they claim to have conquered Baron Tevron’s castle; I believe they’ll spend a few days there before heading to the capital.”

“Oh, if it’s Baron Tevron, it’s in Spager; isn’t that a tricky castle to strike?”

“What’s the point of sympathy? They broke the wall with magic again, and the lord emerged with a white flag.” Laslo stated unconcernedly.

“……is that right?”

“Count. Agnes has destroyed seven castles in a month, and the most serious injury she has ever suffered is a cough brought on by dust.”

“…….”

For a brief moment, Emmerich was baffled. Laslo tapped him on the shoulder.

“But hurry up and get yourself together; we need to go up quickly so that I can meet Agnes in the capital.”

“I’m ashamed of myself; our march has been delayed for a long time.”

“I don’t mean to hold you accountable.”

Emmerich had not yet fully recovered from the wound he received while on the road with Agnes. It was a large wound that caused him to alternate between life and death, so it is surprising that he recovered so quickly. Laslo departed the barracks at Emmerich. A totally unanticipated visitor was waiting for him when he got back to his place.

“Is that you, Count Barania?”