Chapter Text
The morning sun drenched the gardens of the Miload Mansion in soft gold, painting the dew-kissed grass and vibrant flowers in a gentle glow. A faint breeze carried the murmur of a nearby stream, threading through the joyous melody of birdsong that filled the tranquil air.
Overhead, pairs of birds danced through the air, their wings fluttering with swift, rhythmic beats. They skimmed an ivy-covered trellis, tiny feathers drifting like scattered jewels in their wake. Their lively chirps rang out as they glided past blooming flowerbeds and the sparkling arc of the fountain, weaving a carefree harmony with the serenity of the morning.
Subaru leaned back under the shade of a tree, his gaze following the birds. “Look at them: so carefree, no worries at all. You'd wish life was like that.”
Emilia, sitting next to Subaru and following his gaze, giggled. “You’re carefree enough to talk about birds, so I’d say you’re just as blithe as them.”
Subaru opened his mouth to clap back at her outdated phrasing but stopped short, settling with a smirk instead. But her little pout - clearly knowing exactly what he was about to say, was too much, and he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"But since we're speaking of similarities, Emilia-tan's voice is hands down sweeter than any bird's singing.”
Her laugh was soft, her cheeks flushed as she gave his arm a playful shove. “You’re being ridiculous again.”
From her spot on Subaru’s lap, Beatrice gave an exaggerated sigh, her small hands gripping a book she was only half-focused on. “You’re both noisier than the birds, in fact! Be quiet and let Betty read in peace, I suppose.”
Subaru flashed a toothy grin, reaching down to tousle his spirit partner's carefully styled curls. “Oh, my little Beako, you’ve nailed the third-wheel role perfectly. I’d be proud, but I’m too busy being the victim of her sass”
Beatrice swatted at his hand, huffing indignantly. “Stop treating Betty like a child, you dolt! And Betty's role is certainly not to entertain your nonsense!” Despite her complaints, her focus drifted back to her book, though her ears remained perked to their banter.
The silver-haired beauty chuckled, her laughter as light and sweet as a melody drifting on a summer breeze. "Now, now, Subaru. Beatrice-chan is the one keeping your antics in check, you know."
Beatrice puffed up with pride at the remark, crossing her arms and tilting her chin upward like a child basking in well-earned praise from her parent, making them chuckle even more. Anyone who saw the three together would easily mistake them for a tightly-knit family, and honestly, who could blame them? There was an unmistakable warmth in how they moved around each other; effortless and natural, like pieces of a puzzle that had always fit. Their smiles came easily, their laughter flowed freely, and the way they leaned on one another spoke of a closeness that felt as comforting as a favorite childhood memory. It was the kind of bond that could bring a smile to the face of even the most fleeting passerby. Such were the moments between the three - gentle, playful, and steeped in a peace they had fought to earn - a fragile calm wrapped around them like the morning light.
It had been almost half a year since Subaru was coronated as Emilia’s knight - a moment that still made her heart flutter whenever she thought back. The Sanctuary, that daunting place that had tested the very limits of everyone in their group, was now a memory. It had pushed their strength, tested their resolve, and reshaped their individual vows, but in the end, it had changed them all for the better. Emilia couldn’t suppress the faint curve of a smile as she remembered how it had been both a crucible and a nightmare, one they’d all lived through - no, survived together. And though it had been grueling, the experience had transformed them into stronger, more determined versions of themselves - a change Emilia would never wish to undo. And at the center of it all, though, was one man, trying to hold them upright when they were at their lowest.
That man faced insurmountable odds, not without fear but with resolve. While others succumbed to despair, he stood firm and reached out - not just to the Shield of the Sanctuary, the mad magician, and the lonely Great Spirit because he needed them, but because he wanted them by his side. While one hand of his stretched toward the light he yearned to reach, the other reached back, selfishly yet tenderly, toward the ones he deemed worthy of sharing in the radiance he hoped to achieve. Just who did this man think he was?
He was Natsuki Subaru; her one and only knight. The man who reached out to her when she was at her lowest, the same hand that had always been there for the others, offering her the same warmth as now that blossomed in her chest - a feeling as steady and enduring as the man who had stood by her side through every trial.
The soft crunch of grass under approaching footsteps broke her out of her thoughts. Standing by the edge of the open clearing, a petite figure with pink hair and a sharp gaze emerged. She took in the sight of Subaru, Emilia, and Beatrice sitting together under the shade of a sprawling tree, the tranquility of their shared moment a contrast to the quiet urgency she carried.
“Emilia-sama. Barusu.”
Ram’s voice was even and polite when addressing the former, but it dipped into familiar disdain as she turned her attention to the latter. Her sharp crimson eyes lingered briefly on Subaru, who was mid-yawn, before she straightened, brushing invisible dust from her pristine uniform.
“Our resident drunken merchant has received a letter from the Sage Council regarding the Royal Selection,” she announced crisply. “Roswaal-sama requests your presence at once.”
Subaru stretched lazily, groaning as if the weight of the world had just fallen squarely on his shoulders. “The Sage Council? Why does that already sound like trouble?” He shot Ram a pointed look. “And really, can’t Roswaal send you with something other than that ‘I’m-here-to-end-you’ glare? Like, maybe a cheerful ‘good morning,’ or at least a charming smile for morale?”
“Ram is charming and kind to those she deems worthy of it, and Barusu isn’t among those.” Ram said with a condescending tone, making Subaru grumble something inaudible in response.
Emilia’s expression softened as she stood, brushing the grass from her dress. “If it’s from the Sage Council, it must be important, Subaru. Let’s not keep Roswaal waiting.”
Subaru reluctantly rose to his feet, casting a glance at Beatrice, still perched on the grass with her book. “Come on, Beako. Time to pack it up. Playtime's over.” he prodded her as if she were his child.
Beatrice huffed, snapping her book shut with deliberate care. “Hmph, as if anyone could focus with you noisy brats stomping around, I suppose.”
Ram’s expression didn’t waver, though her voice carried its usual edge of dry impatience. “If you’re quite done playing house, Barusu, perhaps we can leave before Ram decides to personally drag you back.”
Subaru rolled his eyes dramatically at Ram, sticking his tongue out for good measure before turning to Emilia with an over-the-top, sweeping bow. “After you, my lady. Let’s see what surprises the clown has prepared for us today!”
Emilia giggled, shaking her head as the group began to move. Subaru fell into step beside her, and Beatrice lingered right beside, her small hands clutching her contractor's hand. The peaceful morning slowly faded into the background as the weight of their next responsibility began to settle in.
“Suuubaru-kun, Emilia-sama, it seems like things are going to get busy for a whiii~le.”
Roswaal’s overly cheerful voice clashed sharply with the heavy tension in the study. Seated behind the large desk, he leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the polished surface, his hands clasped loosely in front of his face. His mismatched eyes sparkled with mischief, belying the weight of the moment.
Behind him, Frederica stood two steps back on his left, her hands neatly clasped in front of her and her gaze respectfully lowered, exuding her usual quiet elegance. Mirroring her on Roswaal’s right, Ram stood in the same poised stance, but the similarity ended there. Her expression was deadpan as she let out a soft yawn, clearly unfazed by the atmosphere in the room. Beside Frederica, Petra fidgeted nervously, glancing between the two maids as though debating whether to adopt Frederica’s grace or Ram’s unbothered attitude.
“What do you mean, Roswaal?" Emilia was the first to speak, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity. She sat upright, her amethyst eyes focused intently on him. Subaru dropped into the seat beside her with casual ease, and Beatrice promptly leaped onto his lap, crossing her small arms with a huff, as if to assert her rightful place.
“If I may, Emilia-sama,” Otto cut in from a nearby chair, earning a quick nod from the half-elf, and he continued, “We’ve received a letter from the Council of Sages. It calls for all the Royal Candidates to convene… in three days.”
“Three days?” Subaru rubbed his chin, frowning slightly. “That’s cutting it close. Looks like the Election’s finally about to shift into high gear.”
Emilia’s brows knitted slightly as she gave a thoughtful expression. “Well, it has been a while since we’ve had any official word from the Council of Sages, but still… isn’t this a bit abrupt?”
“It is,” Otto admitted. “but that’s not the strangest part.” His comment earned a curious look from the others as he continued, “The Council has specified that each Candidate may bring only two members from her camp. Furthermore, transportation will be arranged by the Royal Knights, who will serve as escorts. Their carriage is scheduled to arrive… tomorrow.”
“What?!” Subaru’s voice shot up in disbelief, his eyes widening and his hands gripping the edge of his chair as if to steady himself. “Only two people can go? Why?”
Not only had they decided to summon her on such short notice, but they were also sending Royal Knights as escorts? No matter how Subaru looked at it, something felt off. Still, he couldn’t suspect foul play from the Council of Sages. They were bound by duty, and even if they harbored an agenda against Emilia, they would never openly discriminate against her or risk setting a blatant trap.
What truly caught his attention, however, was the next part of the letter: only two people were permitted to accompany Emilia. That single stipulation consumed his thoughts, overshadowing everything else. I have a bad feeling about this....at the very least, me and Beako can accompany her, but...
“We don’t know,” Otto replied, his tone heavy, a small frown creasing his brow. “The Council didn’t explain. The summons only mentioned that it’s for an official report; an evaluation of the candidates’ progress and achievements during their first year.” He glanced toward Emilia, his gaze flickering, as if waiting for her response.
“That is riiiii~ght,” Roswaal interjected with his usual flair. “Which me~ans Emilia-sama will need an official representative to handle the reports, someone like Otto-kun or me~.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Subaru nearly sprang out of his chair, frustration and panic creeping into his voice. His shoulders tensed, and he pointed at Roswaal. “Does that mean I can’t go with Emilia? Beako has to stay with me because of my gate!” His face darkened, the initial shock turning into anger and desperation.
Beatrice, still sitting on Subaru’s lap, looked up at him, her small brows furrowing in concern. “This isn’t the time to panic, I suppose,” she scolded, but even her sharp tone was laced with worry as she hugged her tiny arms to her chest.
Emilia remained still, her posture stiff and uneasy. She bit her lip, her hands clenched tightly in her lap as her violet eyes flicked between Otto and Roswaal, struggling to make sense of the unexpected situation.
“That is correct, Suuubaru-kun,” Roswaal said, his voice smooth but as unsettling as his smile. “It’s truuu~ly unfortunate that Emilia-sama’s knight cannot accompany her. That is why I have a sugge~stion.”
Subaru’s posture stiffened instantly, his gaze narrowing with suspicion. “A suggestion?”
Roswaal, unfazed by Subaru’s mounting tension, leaned in ever so slightly. “Inde~ed. To ensure Emilia-sama’s safety and to guarantee the smooth progression of this report, I suggest that I accompany her. As her spo~nsor, I am ideally positioned to officiate the proce~edings. And should the need arise, I am more than capable of prote~cting her.” Roswaal’s heterochromatic eyes locked with Subaru’s hazel ones, the cold, calculating depths of their silent confrontation sending a chill through the room.
Subaru’s face darkened, his shock quickly giving way to disbelief and a rising tide of anger. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed again. “You?” he muttered, his voice strained, as if he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Was it really alright to let Roswaal handle things so freely?
His gaze flickered to Emilia, who sat stiffly in her chair, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. Her face was a shade paler than usual, a tense unease radiating from her, and her violet eyes were focused on the ground, lips pressed together in a tight line. It was clear that she, too, was struggling to make sense of the whole situation.
Subaru broke the silence, his words sharp, laced with suspicion. “Isn’t that a little too... convenient for you, Roswaal?”
Roswaal didn’t flinch, his expression remaining composed, though the faintest tilt of his head suggested he was considering Subaru’s words with measured care. “Convenient? I understand why you miiii~ght feel tense about my involvement, but I believe it is the most reasonable course of action given the circumstances. After all, I am only acting in Emilia-sama’s be~st interest.”
Subaru’s fists clenched in frustration as he shot a quick glance at Otto, who had remained silent throughout, his gaze lowered in thought. Yet, as their eyes met for a brief moment, Otto gave Subaru a subtle but reassuring nod—It wasn’t just a sign of understanding, but a silent reassurance as if to say that he’s with him on this, they didn’t have to accept Roswaal’s suggestion just yet.
“Best interest, my ass!” Garfiel snarled from his spot leaning against the wall, his voice dripping with disdain. “If Cap’n ain’t goin’, then I’ll be the one protectin’ Emilia-sama. Ain’t that right, Cap’n?” He shot Roswaal a scornful glare, his challenge clear, before turning to Subaru, flashing a toothy grin and pumping a fist into his palm, eager to show he was more than ready for the task.
It was a small comfort to Subaru—Otto and Garfiel were there, trying to ease his worries. But the problem still loomed. Sure, having them accompany Emilia was better than letting the mad clown go with her, but the fact remained - he, Emilia’s one and only knight, couldn’t accompany her when she needed him the most. The Royal Knights would ensure the Council’s orders were followed to the letter. His gaze shifted to Beatrice, still resting on his lap. He tightened his hold on her slightly, as though to silently promise he wasn’t blaming her for any of this. The weight of the situation settled on him, but he refused to let it show.
Only he understood the gravity of the situation. Subaru’s fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms as his thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm. He had to stay by Emilia’s side, no matter what. If things spiraled, he was the only one who could fix them. He couldn’t fail again. Not like with Rem. He couldn’t lose Emilia too-
“Subaru.” Her voice cut through his turmoil, soft yet firm. A gentle hand rested on his sleeve, pulling him back from the abyss. He blinked, his vision clearing, and found himself staring into Emilia’s eyes.
Her violet gaze was steady, filled with quiet concern as it searched his own. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice carrying a tenderness that made his chest tighten.
He opened his mouth to answer, but the words stuck. Instead, he tried to smile, a weak, faltering gesture that did little to mask his unease. Emilia’s expression softened, but she didn’t press him. Turning to the others, she straightened her back and steadied her voice. “Roswaal, everyone… let’s take a moment before making any decisions. We leave tomorrow no matter what, so there’s no point in mulling over it now. I’m sure everything will work out.”
Her tone was calm and measured, but Subaru noticed the subtle tension in her posture—the faint quiver in her fingers as she released his arm. Something was troubling her, and it wasn’t just the thought of the possibility of leaving her knight behind. Subaru could sense it. There was more to her unease, a burden she hadn’t voiced.
Roswaal, ever composed, inclined his head slightly, his smile as enigmatic as ever. “Of couu~rse, Emilia-sama. Once you have decided after discussing it with the others, do let us knoo~w. Until then, we must make preparatio~ns” He gestured to the maids, who responded with a coordinated nod before quietly dispersing.
Subaru’s gaze lingered on Emilia as she stood tall, her outward confidence seemingly unshaken. But he knew her too well - he could see the faint cracks beneath the surface. She offered him a reassuring smile, her hand gesturing for him to follow. Whatever burden was troubling her, Subaru silently vowed to shoulder it with her, to ease her worries no matter what it took.
Yet, unbeknownst to him, her unease stemmed from something far, far closer than he thought.
Emilia’s thoughts were scattered, a tangle of worry and reflection. Naturally, she felt concerned about the sudden and specific summons; abrupt and laden with conditions. But she wasn’t overwhelmed by it. She had long accepted the challenges that came with being a Royal Candidate, and this didn’t feel like something beyond her ability to manage.
What truly unsettled her was Subaru.
The look in his eyes, his reaction to the news - it gnawed at her heart. He was her knight, her steadfast protector, someone who had proven his worth time and time again. Subaru was more than just an ally or confidant; he was someone deeply precious to her, someone who held a special place in her heart.
Together, they had faced countless trials. They always moved forward hand in hand. True, Subaru often took the lead, solving problems with unmatched determination, but he never carried the burden alone. He relied on others, entrusted tasks and responsibilities to those willing to help. That balance, his ability to trust, was one of the things she admired most about him.
So why, now, did it feel like Subaru couldn’t trust her in the same way?
She would love nothing more than to have her knight by her side. The restrictions set by the Council of Sages made it nearly impossible, but she couldn’t help holding on to the hope that, just like always, they’d figure something out - together.
She understood where his fears came from. Losing Rem had left a scar on him, one he tried to hide but couldn’t completely conceal. She knew he blamed himself for not being there when it happened, convinced that if he had been by Rem’s side, things would have turned out differently. In his mind, Ram would still have her twin, their camp would still have its steadfast demon maid, and Subaru wouldn’t have lost someone so precious to him. Instead, Rem was gone, erased from the world’s memory. And Subaru carried that weight as though it were his cross alone to bear.
But Emilia didn’t see it that way at all.
What happened to Rem wasn’t his fault. It was the fault of those who committed such horrible acts, of the cruel circumstances no one could have foreseen. Yet Subaru acted as if the world rested entirely on his shoulders, as if only he could prevent such tragedies.
She didn’t resent him for it; how could she? It was one of the things she admired about him, the way he never stopped trying to protect those he cared about, no matter the cost to himself. But it worried her. That unshakable determination, that need to be the one to fix everything, made it hard for him to let go. Hard for him to trust others to carry the weight with him.
And somehow, when it came to her, that trust felt… different. He relied on others, entrusting his burdens to those he believed in. He had shown her that true strength wasn’t about doing everything alone. But when it came to her, when she was the one stepping forward, it felt like he hesitated. Like he doubted her ability to handle things on her own.
She tried to shake the thought, but it lingered, gnawing at her. Hadn’t she proven herself to him? She’d grown so much, faced so many challenges head-on, even when she was scared or uncertain. Yes, she needed encouragement at times, a nudge to keep moving forward. But wasn’t that true for everyone? Did he really see her as so fragile that she couldn’t stand tall in a meeting with the Council of Sages?
The idea hurt - not because she was angry with him, but because she valued his trust so deeply. She wanted him to believe in her the way he did in others, to see her not as someone who only needed to be protected, but as someone who could stand at his side as an equal.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed Subaru saying something about Ram calling him. She nodded absently, her mind too clouded to register much else. Before long, she found herself alone in her room, the knot in her chest tightening.
She needed to talk to him, really talk to him. Not to argue or demand, but to make him understand. She needed him to see her for who she was now and to trust her the way she trusted him. For them to move forward together, she couldn’t let this doubt linger between them.
The quiet hallway buzzed faintly with tension as Subaru stood before Ram. He crossed his arms, his impatience barely masked.
“So, Ram, what did you want to talk about alone?”
His voice carried an edge, tinged with irritation. On one hand, his mind raced with thoughts of Emilia - ways to ease her tension, to find some loophole that might allow him to accompany her despite the odds. On the other hand, curiosity gnawed at him. It wasn’t often that Ram sought him out for a private conversation.
Ram’s crimson eyes narrowed, her expression as sharp as her words. “Barusu, your tactlessness truly knows no bounds.”
The comment sliced through his thoughts, but before he could reply, she continued, her tone measured but unyielding. “It’s natural to be on edge about the summoning, yes. But you’re pushing it to an unnecessary extreme.”
Subaru frowned, the irritation in his voice matching the crease in his brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he shot back, his tone impatient. Did she even understand what was running through his mind?
Ram raised a brow, her usual cool demeanor intact, but her voice carried an unexpected gravity. “It means Ram is telling you this for your own good, so hold your tongue and listen.”
Subaru stiffened, the sharpness in her voice forcing him to pause.
“Ram knows what’s going through that head of yours,” she said, folding her arms, her gaze piercing his. “You’re scared. Afraid this will turn into another tragedy like with Rem. Believe me, Ram understands that feeling better than anyone.”
Her expression softened for just a moment - an uncharacteristic flicker of empathy in her otherwise composed features. Subaru’s frustration ebbed slightly as he saw it.
“Sometimes, Ram blames herself for what happened to her sister,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “If only Ram had been there, things might have been different. She’s Ram’s twin sister, we should have always been together. If Ram had been there with her, Rem wouldn’t have had to fight alone, and we wouldn’t have forgotten her. Ram would still remember her precious little sister….”
Subaru swallowed hard. Her words hit closer than he wanted to admit.
“And yet,” Ram continued, her tone firm again, “despite that guilt, Ram does not let it cloud her judgment or dismiss the strength of others. But you-” she tilted her head slightly, her gaze cutting into him “-you dismiss Emilia-sama’s strength so blatantly that it’s almost insulting.”
His eyes widened in shock. I dismiss Emilia’s strength? That wasn’t it at all! He was looking out for her, protecting her because he knew what could happen. He’d failed so many times before—lost so much. And now, the thought of not being there when she needed him—
“You think only you can fix everything, Barusu,” Ram interrupted, her voice rising just enough to silence his inner turmoil. “But by doing so, you ignore the strength of those around you, especially her. You’ve seen it with your own eyes, yet the moment a challenge arises, you act as if you’re the only one who can solve it, and you choose to express that without any regard towards what the others feel, especially how she feels.”
Subaru opened his mouth to argue, his breath hitching as he tried to form the words. But no rebuttal came. The intensity of her gaze pinned him in place, and he saw something in her expression - frustration, yes, but also understanding.
Ram’s eyes softened, just slightly. “You care, Barusu. Ram knows that. But caring means trusting. Trusting that Emilia-sama is strong enough to stand on her own when the time comes."
Subaru exhaled slowly, lowering his gaze. He wanted to hurl back at Ram, but he had no words because, deep down, he couldn’t deny there was truth to it. He had been so consumed by his fear of losing Emilia; of failing her that he hadn’t stopped to truly acknowledge her strength. But that wasn’t the full story, was it?
“I…” he began, his voice faltering. Subaru clenched his fists at his sides, the frustration with himself bubbling to the surface. “I know Emilia’s strong. I’ve seen her fight, seen her overcome things I couldn’t even imagine facing. But-”
“But nothing.” Ram’s sharp tone sliced through his words like a knife. "Don’t belittle her strength by making your trust in it conditional."
Subaru flinched, his shoulders stiffening under the weight of her rebuke. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, though even to his own ears, the words felt hollow.
Ram sighed, her expression softening again as she folded her arms. “Emilia-sama is strong, Barusu. Stronger than you like to admit. When we were at the Sanctuary, I entrusted her with something very important.” Her voice held an uncharacteristic note of vulnerability, though her gaze remained steady. “She never tried to convince me with words, but she proved herself with her actions. When Emilia-sama overcame the Trials, she showed a strength that Ram herself could not muster at that moment.”
Subaru’s eyes widened in surprise. To hear Ram, of all people, admit something so deeply personal - it was jarring. The sincerity of her words settled heavily in his chest.
“Ram isn’t saying this to praise Emilia-sama without reason,” she continued, her tone firm but earnest. “Ram is saying this because you need to understand. Emilia-sama is not fragile, nor is she incapable. She is strong enough to shoulder burdens you can’t even comprehend. Stronger, perhaps, than Ram.”
The raw honesty in her words left Subaru momentarily stunned, as if the floor beneath him had shifted. The conviction in Ram’s voice struck a chord deep within him, unearthing doubts he had buried beneath layers of stubbornness. The resolve he had clung to so fiercely began to falter, crumbling under the weight of truths he could no longer ignore.
“Ram went this far to tell you, Barusu,” she added, tilting her head slightly, her gaze narrowing just a fraction. “So do not waste her effort by clinging to your delusions. If Ram could trust Emilia-sama’s strength at that moment, then so could you.”
Her words lingered in the air, heavy with conviction, like an unspoken challenge daring him to refute them. But Subaru could only lower his head, the fight draining from him as her unwavering certainty left no room for argument. He heard the soft rustle of her footsteps retreating, a quiet signal that she had said all she needed to, leaving him alone with the weight of her truth.
The fact remained - he needed to talk to Emilia. But this time, with a demon's insight instilled in his head.
"Emilia-tan," came Subaru's voice, muffled through the door but carrying a distinct urgency. A sharp knock followed, the rhythm hesitant yet firm, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil.
"Come in," Emilia replied, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside her. She stood near the window, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light streaming through lavender curtains. The golden rays warmed the pale, pastel tones of her neatly arranged room. A small desk stood to one side, its surface adorned with a vase of freshly picked flowers and an orderly stack of books. The air was serene, but the calm surroundings did little to ease her unease. Emilia’s heart was heavy with the need to address what lay between them.
The door creaked open, and Subaru stepped inside. His movements were brisk, purposeful, but there was hesitation in the way he stopped a few paces into the room. His hazel eyes immediately sought hers, filled with guilt and apprehension. For a moment, he was silent, taking her in as if searching for reassurance in her presence. She looked as radiant as always, but there was a seriousness in her expression that sent a pang of worry through him. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. Subaru felt like a soldier walking into a battle he wasn’t ready for, but he couldn’t let this moment pass without trying to make things right.
"Suba—"
"I'm sorry, Emilia-tan!"
The words burst out of him, sharp and unsteady, cutting her off before she could finish. Subaru bowed deeply, his arms stiff at his sides, his entire posture rigid with the weight of his apology.
Emilia blinked, startled. "Subaru, why are you-?"
"I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice trembling, as if saying it once wasn’t enough to convey how deeply he meant it. His head remained bowed, his dark hair falling over his face, concealing his expression. "I shouldn’t have reacted like that in the meeting. I wasn’t helping anyone with all my blabbering-"
"Subaru," she interrupted, her voice soft yet steady, cutting through his spiraling words. She took a step forward, reaching out to him. Her fingers brushed his arm lightly, grounding him in a way that only she could.
He flinched at her touch but slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. The guilt in his eyes was almost unbearable, like a storm cloud threatening to burst. Emilia’s amethyst eyes, however, held no anger or frustration - only concern and a quiet understanding that made his chest ache.
"Why are you apologizing?" she asked gently, her brows knitting together. Her earlier resolve to confront him with firmness faltered in the face of his vulnerability. She could see it in the way his shoulders sagged, in the way his voice wavered as he replied.
"For dismissing your strength like that," Subaru admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He straightened slightly, but the tension in his frame was still palpable. "I didn’t mean to… I was just so worried about that letter. It felt so unfair, so out of control. And then I…. I should’ve been supporting you, but instead, I acted like an idiot who didn’t trust you to handle it."
His words spilled out in a torrent, raw and unfiltered. Subaru’s mind was a whirlwind of regret. He hated himself for how he had acted, for letting his fears overshadow his belief in her.
Emilia watched him, her heart aching for the burden he carried. His fear of failure, and his self-imposed responsibility to protect everyone, were both one of his greatest strengths and his greatest flaws. She admired his unwavering determination, but it pained her to see him weigh himself down like this.
Her lips curved into a soft, understanding smile. "Subaru," she said, her voice like a balm, soothing the tension in the room. "You don’t need to apologize for caring. I know your heart was in the right place, but you have to let me carry some of this burden too."
Her words struck him deeply, and for the first time, the storm in his eyes began to calm. But then she continued, her tone growing more earnest.
"But, Subaru," she said, stepping closer, her hand still resting on his arm. "There’s something else I need to say. I trust you with all my heart. You’ve shown me time and again that strength doesn’t come from doing everything alone; it comes from believing in the people around you. And you do that so well. You rely on others; you trust them to help you shoulder the impossible."
She hesitated, her gaze softening as she searched his face. "But when it comes to me... it feels different. Sometimes, it feels like you don’t trust me to face the same challenges you do. Like you think I’m too fragile to stand beside you. And that hurts, Subaru. Not because I’m angry, but because I want to be someone you can lean on, just like I lean on you."
Her voice faltered slightly, but she held his gaze, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "Haven’t I shown you that I can? Haven’t I proven that I can be strong too?"
Subaru’s throat tightened, her words cutting through him with a clarity he couldn’t ignore. He had always thought of himself as her protector, her knight, the one who had to bear the brunt of every challenge to keep her safe. But in doing so, at times, had he been especially blind to her growth, to her strength?
His lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he took a shaky breath and nodded, his voice low and filled with newfound resolve. "You’re right, Emilia-tan. You’ve always been right. I just… I was so scared of losing you that I forgot how strong you’ve become. I’ll do better. I promise."
Her smile returned, softer this time, and she stepped closer, closing the distance between them, hugging him. "That’s all I needed to hear," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. Her knight would always come around, no matter what. Even now, he had somehow known what was troubling her. Her knight was truly someone special.
"As much as I love hugging my Emilia-tan," Subaru said, his voice breaking the silence with a playful lilt, "we should start preparing for tomorrow. There's absolutely no way I'm letting the clown go with you." His tone had shifted, lighter now, brimming with his usual humor.
Emilia giggled softly against his chest, the sound like a bell chiming in the stillness of the room. "You should talk to Otto-san about that," she replied, her voice teasing. She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. "I want my knight to come with me too, and we'll see if we can do something about that.......But don’t worry, even if you're not able to come with me, I know I can handle it and I'll come back in a jiffy."
"Promise me." Subaru said, his words cutting through the momentary lightheartedness like a blade.
"Eh?" Emilia blinked, her smile faltering as she tilted her head in question. She stepped back from the embrace, her lilac eyes searching his face. The sudden shift in his tone caught her off guard. His usual playfulness was gone, replaced by a gravity that sent a chill through her.
"Promise me," he repeated, his voice steady but softer now, almost pleading. "If I'm really not able to come along, promise me you’ll prioritize your safety above everything else. And that you’ll come back safe and sound. Please, Emilia."
If the absence of her honorific wasn’t enough to convey the depth of his seriousness, the look in his eyes was. They were piercing, unwavering, yet filled with warmth - an intensity that made her chest tighten.
"I…" Emilia hesitated, momentarily stunned by the sincerity in his gaze. But then she smiled, gentle and reassuring. "I promise," she said, the words slipping out as naturally as a breath. They weren’t for his sake alone; she truly meant them. She would handle the council, and she would return. There was no question in her mind.
Still, why was he being so serious about this? It wasn’t like he doubted her ability. Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at him. It’s just a meeting…. This dunderhead, always worrying more than he needed to.
Subaru’s shoulders relaxed visibly, as though a weight had been lifted. He gave her a lopsided grin, his usual demeanor creeping back in. "Good. That’s my Emilia-tan," he said, his voice lighter now, though his eyes lingered on hers for a moment longer than usual, as if silently pleading for her to keep her word.
Emilia reached out, gently tugging on his sleeve with a small, amused sigh. "You’re such a worrier, Subaru. But fine. I’ll be careful. And I’ll come back, just like I promised."
A knock interrupted their conversation. "Emilia-sama, may I come in?" came Otto's voice from the other side of the door.
Subaru walked over and opened it, greeted by Otto’s knowing smile. "I figured I’d find you here too, Natsuki-san," Otto said, stepping inside.
"Otto-san," Emilia began, her tone shifting to one of focus, "we need to decide who will accompany me. If you’re coming along, do you think the knights would allow Subaru to bring Beatrice-chan as well?"
Otto frowned slightly, his brows furrowing as he considered her question. "I’m afraid it’s not up to the knights to decide; they are under orders of the Council of Sages. Even if we make a strong case, I doubt they would allow it."
Emilia and Subaru exchanged a glance. Sadness flickered briefly in their eyes, but it quickly gave way to determination. They shared a small nod – a silent, unspoken reassurance passing between them.
Otto watched the exchange, briefly puzzled by their wordless understanding, before breaking into a soft smile. “With that being addressed,” Otto said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of careful consideration, “I propose that Garfiel and I accompany you, Emilia-sama, instead of the Margrave.” His gaze sharpened slightly as he spoke the name, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I still find it difficult to completely trust him....”
Subaru snorted at that, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. “It’s a no-brainer, I guess. Better than trusting that bastard Roswaal.” His tone dripped with disdain, each word laced with an undercurrent of lingering resentment.
Otto nodded, his own expression tinged with unease as he folded his arms across his chest. “It’s not just about trust,” he said after a moment, his tone measured. “It’s about control. With the Margrave, you never know who’s truly pulling the strings. I’d rather take on the responsibility myself than risk letting him hold any more sway over this situation.”
Subaru exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly at Otto’s words. Knowing that Otto shared his caution provided a small measure of comfort, even if it didn’t entirely dispel his misgivings.
Emilia sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing as if trying to shake off the weight pressing on her. "So, it’s decided. Let’s call everyone and let them know," she said, her voice steady but carrying a subtle undercurrent of reluctance.
She glanced at Subaru, her heart aching at the thought of leaving without him by her side. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t come; it was the way his absence made her feel more vulnerable, as though a part of her strength would be left behind.
But that same ache steeled her resolve. I’ll handle it. I must. She clenched her fists lightly, a flicker of determination sparking in her eyes. I’ll face them and come back. She needed to prove it - to him, to the council, and most of all, to herself.
"Cap’n," Garfiel called out, his voice steady as Subaru approached him in the hallway. He stood with his arms crossed, his usual cocky demeanor evident, but his gaze was sharper, more serious than usual. "Otto-nii told me."
Subaru stopped in his tracks, catching the shift in Garfiel’s tone. The boy’s green eyes, always brimming with feral confidence, now held something deeper.
"That’s right, come. We're gonna tell the others now." Subaru replied, forcing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He clapped a hand on Garfiel’s shoulder as they began walking. "I’ll be counting on you to protect Emilia-tan!" He tried to inject some of his usual enthusiasm, but his voice wavered, betraying the unease he couldn’t fully shake.
"Cap’n..." Garfiel’s tone was quieter, more thoughtful than Subaru was used to. His brows furrowed slightly as he turned to glance at him, his usual wolfish grin replaced by a determined line. "I know what I hafta’ do. I’ll protect Emilia-sama no matter what!"
Subaru blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the seriousness in Garfiel’s voice. It wasn’t often the brash young man spoke with such weight. The sincerity brought a small, genuine smile to Subaru’s face, chasing away some of the tension that had been clinging to him.
"Yeah, I know," Subaru said, his voice softer now, filled with a quiet confidence that mirrored Garfiel’s. "You’re the one and only shield of our camp, after all." His words carried no sarcasm, only trust.
Garfiel’s lips curled into a small, confident smirk, his fangs just barely peeking through. "Damn right, I am!" he said, the fire returning to his gaze. His hand came down on Subaru’s shoulder with a firm grip, the gesture as solid as his promise. "So don’t worry too much, Cap’n. You focus on holdin’ things down 'ere, an’ leave the rest to me."
Subaru’s smile widened, his chest tightening - not with anxiety, but with gratitude. Garfiel’s unwavering spirit, and Otto’s reassurance were infectious, grounding him in a way he didn’t expect.
The meeting had concluded, and the plan was finalized. Emilia would leave with Garfiel and Otto. No one had objected; it was the best course of action given their circumstances. Yet despite the confidence displayed during the discussion, Subaru now found himself tossing and turning in his bed, unable to shake the restless knot in his chest.
He trusted them; Emilia’s composure, Otto’s wit, Garfiel’s might. But trust didn’t quell the nagging thoughts that crept in when the night was quiet and still. It wasn’t the danger that concerned him this time. There were no battlefields, no looming threats. Instead, it was the what-ifs: what if Emilia was overwhelmed? What if Otto’s usual resourcefulness wasn’t enough? What if Garfiel’s strength couldn’t shield her from the unknown?
“Good grief, I suppose,” came a small, familiar voice beside him.
Subaru turned his head to see Beatrice nestled under the covers next to him. She was lying on her side, her pink eyes shimmering faintly in the dim light.
“Beako,” Subaru sighed, his voice soft. “You’re awake too?”
“Hmph,” she huffed, though it lacked her usual sharpness. “How could Betty sleep with her contractor sighing like a broken bellows, I suppose? You’re impossible tonight.”
Subaru couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. “Sorry about that. Guess I’m not hiding my nerves very well.”
“Not at all, I suppose,” Beatrice quipped, scooting a little closer. “You’re worrying over something pointless as always, in fact. You trust them, don’t you? Then act like it, I suppose.”
Subaru chuckled, finding her bluntness oddly comforting. “You’re right, I do trust them. It’s not them I’m doubting; it’s me. Leaving everything to them, not being there myself... it feels wrong. Like I’m failing somehow.”
Beatrice frowned, her gaze flicking away for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. “Betty thinks... it’s not a failure to let others do their part, I suppose. You can’t be everywhere, and you can’t do everything. That’s why you trust them. Isn’t that enough, I wonder?”
Her tone wavered, uncertain, as if she wasn’t sure if her words were enough. Subaru found her hesitation endearing, and his smile softened.
“You’re bad at this pep talk thing, you know,” he teased gently.
“Hmph! Betty is doing her best, I suppose!” she shot back, her cheeks tinged with pink as she puffed them out in indignation. “If you don’t like it, maybe Betty should stop trying to comfort you altogether!”
“No, no, don’t do that!” Subaru said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I mean it, Beako. I like it. The way you try, even when you’re not sure. It’s super cute. And it helps, more than you think.”
Beatrice’s blush deepened, and she buried her face half into the blanket. “Y-you’re insufferable, I suppose.”
Subaru laughed softly and shifted closer, resting his chin lightly against her head. “Yeah, I probably am. But you’re still here, aren’t you?”
Beatrice grumbled something under her breath but didn’t move away. Instead, she sighed, her voice softening. “Betty stays because you’re Betty’s contractor, I suppose. It’s only natural. And... Betty believes you’ll figure it out, I suppose. You always do.”
Her words were quiet, almost shy, but they wrapped around Subaru like a comforting embrace. The tension in his chest eased just a little, and for the first time that night, he let out a genuine sigh of relief. “Thanks, Beako,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “You’re the best. Now go to sleep; you shouldn't stay awake late, or you won't grow.”
“Hmph! Betty doesn't want to hear that from you, I suppose!” she huffed again, though this time it sounded more like a purr.
As the two drifted off, Beatrice nestled closer, her small presence a steadfast reassurance. Even in the quiet of his room, Subaru didn’t feel alone. And that was enough to finally let sleep take him.
The Royal carriage rattled through the city gates of Lugunica, its wheels clattering against the cobblestones as it made its way into the heart of the capital. Beyond the small window, the city sprawled out in lively splendor. Stalls lined the streets, their vendors calling out wares to bustling crowds, while children darted through narrow alleys, their laughter carrying on the crisp winter breeze. Above it all, the looming spires of the royal castle cast long shadows across the city.
Inside the carriage, Emilia sat silently, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, though her mind was far from the present. The echoes of the morning they had left the Miload Mansion still lingered, woven with the subtle twinges of homesickness.
Subaru’s face had been especially vivid in her thoughts; his hazel eyes filled with a mixture of worry and frustration as he stood by the gates, arms crossed, watching them prepare to leave. Even now, the memory of his voice lingered faintly in her ears, repeating reassurances and reminders she had promised to heed.
He hadn’t been the only one to see them off. Beatrice had stood beside him, a small hand clutching her contractor’s, her pout doing little to hide her concern. Behind them, Ram and Frederica had watched in their usual composed manner, though the slight narrowing of Ram’s crimson eyes hinted at the reservations she hadn’t voiced. Petra had waved enthusiastically, her cheerful farewell a stark contrast to the more subdued mood of the adults.
It had been Garfiel who broke the tension as they climbed into the carriage, offering a loud declaration of his readiness to protect Emilia, and Otto who had immediately countered with a remark about focusing on diplomacy over brute force. The playful argument had filled the space left by Subaru’s unspoken concerns, their dynamic familiar enough to make her smile even now.
But it was Subaru’s gaze, lingering on her as the carriage pulled away, that had stayed with her the most. She had waved at him until he was out of sight, his anxious yet hopeful smile etched into her mind.
“Emilia-sama,” Otto’s voice broke through her reverie, pulling her back to the present. He sat across from her, his posture as precise as the stack of documents balanced neatly on his lap. “We’re almost at the castle. Please prepare yourself.”
Emilia blinked, her thoughts scattering as she turned to face him. “Ah, of course. Thank you, Otto-san.”
He adjusted the papers, his gaze meeting hers briefly. “As we discussed, please leave the official matters and reports to me. There’s no need for you to worry about the procedural details. Focus on representing yourself with the grace and confidence befitting a royal candidate.”
She nodded, a faint smile curving her lips. “I understand. Thank you for always taking care of these things, Otto-san.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he replied with a modest shrug, though his tone carried the faintest edge of pride. “And may I remind you again: the council will be looking for someone who exudes poise and command. You have both in abundance, Emilia-sama, so let that speak for itself.”
“I dunno about all that ‘poise’ stuff,” Garfiel cut in, his grin as sharp as his fangs. “But ya definitely got the strength to make ‘em sit up and take notice, Emilia-sama. If any of those stuck-up nobles give ya trouble, just lemme know, and I’ll sort ‘em out, nice and easy.”
“Garfiel, we are not here to ‘sort out’ nobles,” Otto interjected, pinching the bridge of his nose with a long-suffering sigh.
The carriage slowed, its wheels creaking as it came to a halt. Outside, the towering gates of the royal castle loomed ahead, their gilded filigree shimmering in the waning sunlight. The muffled sounds of the city had given way to a quieter, more solemn atmosphere, broken only by the faint rustle of wind through the castle grounds.
One of the Royal Knights, his polished armor catching the light, approached the carriage. With a smooth motion, he opened the door and bowed low. “We have arrived, Emilia-sama. Please be on your way.”
Emilia stepped out first, smoothing the folds of her dress as she took in the imposing sight of the castle. Otto followed, his stack of documents tucked securely under one arm, while Garfiel brought up the rear, his sharp eyes darting around the courtyard as if scouting for potential threats.
As they approached the massive double doors of the castle, another knight stepped forward to block their path. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his voice was clipped and formal. “Greetings, royal candidate Emilia-sama. You are allowed to take only one person inside, while the other waits outside. The other candidates have already arrived.”
The pronouncement hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. Otto’s brows furrowed, and Garfiel’s grin twisted into a scowl, but Emilia remained composed, her expression calm as she nodded.
“I see. Thank you for letting us know,” she said simply, though her fingers tightened subtly around the fabric of her skirt.
The knight's announcement lingered in the air, drawing a quiet pause from the trio. Otto’s brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at Emilia, who stood poised despite the unexpected restriction. Garfiel, however, crossed his arms, his sharp gaze flicking between the knight and the towering castle doors.
“There is a designated lounge for waiting parties,” the knight continued, his voice measured and formal. “An attendant will escort the third member of your group shortly.”
Garfiel shifted his weight, his sharp teeth catching the light as he scoffed under his breath. A lounge? Yeah, right. Ain’t no way I’m sittin’ around inside while Emilia-sama’s facin’ who-knows-what in there. I’ll keep an eye out from outside—better that way.
Before he could voice his thoughts, Otto cleared his throat, stepping forward with his usual air of composure. “Thank you for the clarification,” he said to the knight before turning to Emilia. His green eyes softened with understanding as he met her gaze.
“Emilia-sama, I believe it would be best if I accompanied you inside. The council will no doubt want a thorough report of your progress, and I’m best equipped to handle the details. This will allow you to focus entirely on making the strongest impression.”
Emilia hesitated, glancing between Otto and Garfiel. “Otto-san, are you sure? I could—”
“Please, leave it to me,” Otto interrupted gently, his tone reassuring. “Diplomatic formalities are my specialty, after all. Garfiel can keep watch outside and ensure everything runs smoothly from here.”
Garfiel snorted, his grin widening as he gave Otto a mock salute. “Ya better believe it, Otto-nii. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for trouble—inside or out.” His words carried their usual bravado.
Emilia smiled softly, the tension in her shoulders easing at Otto’s confidence and Garfiel’s steadfastness. “Alright, Otto-san."
Otto adjusted the stack of papers in his arms, nodding firmly.
The knight stepped aside, signaling for them to proceed. As the grand doors began to creak open, Garfiel tilted his head back slightly, his sharp green eyes scanning the courtyard and the surrounding castle grounds. A fancy lounge ain’t gonna help me do my job, anyway. This is where I belong—watchin’ her back, As Cap'n said.
As Emilia and Otto stepped inside, Garfiel leaned casually against one of the towering stone pillars near the entrance, his sharp ears tuned to every sound, his senses alert. The air was colder here, quieter, but his grin never faltered.
“Go knock ‘em dead, Emilia-sama,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing with determination.
The castle’s grand halls stretched out before Emilia and Otto as they followed their escort deeper into the towering structure. The opulence of the interior was almost overwhelming—ornate chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, their crystal pendants scattering fractured light across walls adorned with intricate tapestries. Polished marble floors gleamed beneath their feet, each step echoing softly in the quiet. Emilia kept her posture straight, her hands clasped lightly in front of her as Otto walked a step behind, clutching his neatly bound reports.
It wasn’t long before the escort slowed to a stop, stepping aside to allow their passage into a wide antechamber. Emilia’s amethyst eyes immediately caught sight of two familiar figures.
Standing near a carved mahogany table was Anastasia Hoshin, her lilac hair perfectly arranged, her fox-fur scarf draped elegantly over her shoulders despite the relatively mild indoor temperature. Beside her, Julius Juukulius stood in his usual polished attire, the purple-haired knight’s bearing as pristine as ever.
“It’s been a while, Emilia-sama,” Anastasia said, her voice lilting with her characteristic flair. A small, practiced smile played on her lips, her blue-green eyes sparkling with the warmth of familiarity—though, as always, there was a shrewdness beneath her friendly demeanor.
Emilia’s face brightened at the sight of them. “Anastasia-sama, Julius, It has been quite some time.” She dipped her head slightly, her tone genuinely pleased.
Julius placed a hand over his heart and offered a respectful bow. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Emilia-sama. Time has only made your presence more radiant.” His words were spoken with the smooth charm of a knight, but his sincerity was unmistakable.
Otto stepped forward, bowing deeply to both. “Anastasia-sama, Julius-sama, it’s good to see you again. I hope the Hoshin Company and its endeavors are flourishing.”
Anastasia chuckled lightly, waving a hand. “As if there’s any other way for business to go. I’m pleased to see you’re keepin’ things organized for Emilia-sama, Otto-san.” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, her smile widening as though appraising him before shifting back to Emilia. “It really has been a while since our paths crossed. Hopefully, today’s gatherin' won’t be too much of a hassle.”
Before anyone could respond, a voice as steady and composed as the mountain wind broke through the light conversation. “Emilia-sama, Otto-dono. It is good to see you again.”
They turned to find Crusch Karsten approaching with her usual calm confidence, her green hair falling in waves around her shoulders. Her amber eyes shone with warmth as she smiled at them. Beside her, Ferris trailed slightly behind, the feline-like knight’s sharp features softened by the playful tilt of his lips.
“Crusch-sama, Ferris-san,” Emilia greeted warmly, clasping her hands together. “It’s wonderful to see you both. It’s been so long since our last meeting.”
“Almost six months,” Crusch said, her smile unwavering. She inclined her head slightly toward Otto. “It is good to see you as well, Otto-dono. I trust you’ve been diligent as always.”
Otto bowed low, his tone deferential. “It is always a pleasure to meet you again, Crusch-sama."
Anastasia cut in with a curious tilt of her head. “Speakin' of familiar faces, where are Priscilla-sama and Felt-sama? Have they not arrived yet?”
Crusch’s brows knitted slightly as she glanced at Julius and Anastasia. “We have no information on either of them, I’m afraid. Their absence is unexpected, though hardly unusual for Priscilla-sama.”
Julius frowned faintly but nodded. “It’s true. While Felt-sama’s camp has always been unpredictable, Priscilla-sama’s absence might be deliberate. It would not be the first time she has flaunted her disregard for proper schedules.”
Before the conversation could continue, the echo of heavy, deliberate footsteps resonated through the chamber. All eyes turned toward the grand entrance as a line of knights marched in, their polished armor reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers. Their disciplined movements radiated authority, but it was the figure at their center who drew the room’s full attention.
Bordeaux entered with a measured stride, his bald head glinting faintly under the light, framed by bushy, exaggeratedly arched blue eyebrows. Deep furrows lined his face, lending him an air of wearied experience, but the sharpness in his gaze suggested deliberate intimidation. Draped in the regal dark blue coat of the Council of Sages, its length swayed slightly with his steps, he appeared every bit the imposing arbiter of justice.
Yet, something was off. His movements were too controlled, as if every step and gesture were rehearsed. Beneath his stern expression lurked an unnatural glint in his eye, a subtle curve to his lips betraying a sinister satisfaction he struggled to hide.
Stopping at the center of the room, Bordeaux clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the candidates, lingering a fraction too long on Emilia. The weight of his stare smothered the remaining warmth in the room.
“Candidates,” he began, his cold tone laced with disdain, “the greetings can wait. Let us address the business without delay.” He paused, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. “Each of you has been summoned to answer accusations leveled against your camps and, by extension, yourselves.”
The deliberate weight he placed on the word accusations sent unease rippling through the room.
“This council has received complaints from various sources,” Bordeaux continued, his voice dropping into a slow, measured cadence, “regarding the conduct, management, and… potential impropriety of your actions during the Royal Selection.”
The words hung like a guillotine poised to drop.
Emilia’s breath caught. Her wide eyes reflected confusion, but she quickly straightened her posture, forcing her trembling hands to clasp tightly in front of her. “Accusations?” she asked, her voice soft but unsteady. “I… I don’t understand. What kind of accusations?”
Behind her, Otto’s expression hardened, light catching on his sharp green eyes. Adjusting his grip on the reports he carried, he stepped forward. “Such claims are baseless,” he said tautly. “I must insist that any accusations against Emilia-sama’s camp be supported with evidence, as is standard.”
Bordeaux’s eyes snapped to Otto, his sneer deepening momentarily, a glimpse of something cruel beneath his controlled facade. “You presume much, merchant. The council does not act on whims or gossip. We would not summon you without substantial cause.”
Crusch’s voice broke through the tension, calm but edged with command. “Accusations of this nature were not mentioned in the summons we received. The documents requested updates on our progress.” Her gaze was unwavering, though faint tension pulled at her mouth.
“If there are grievances, let us address them openly. But withholding details until now is… unconventional.”
Beside her, Ferris crossed his arms, sharp feline eyes narrowing as his tail lashed irritably. “That’s puttin’ it lightly, Crusch-sama. ‘Unconventional’ doesn’t even cover it. You’d think the big, scary council would’ve given us a heads-up, nya~.”
Anastasia tilted her head, her faint smile losing warmth but not her calculating gleam. “If this is how the council handles business, no wonder we’re left guessin’. Seems silly to keep us in the dark, don’t ya think? Or is leavin’ us out part of the plan, Bordeaux-sama?”
Her lilting tone danced on the edge of humor, but there was steel beneath her words.
Julius stepped forward, placing a hand over his heart and bowing slightly. “While Anastasia-sama’s words may seem direct, her concerns hold merit.” His voice, calm and steady, aimed to foster understanding. “Transparency is vital for trust, especially on matters of this importance.”
Even as he spoke, Julius’s eyes flicked toward Bordeaux, unease swirling within him. Why is he pushing this so forcefully? His tone, his gaze... it doesn’t fit Bordeaux-sama. It feels like he’s provoking, not resolving.
Bordeaux’s gaze snapped back to Emilia, darkening as he said, “Candidate Emilia, your camp, in particular, has drawn scrutiny. Irregularities abound, and suspicions have arisen regarding individuals within your faction whose loyalties are… questionable.”
Emilia’s heart pounded. She forced her voice to steady. “If there are concerns about my camp,” she said carefully, “I am ready to address them. I have always acted with integrity, and I stand by that.”
Otto nodded, stepping forward. “Emilia-sama speaks the truth,” he said firmly. “Whatever concerns the council may have, we are prepared to clarify them. We have nothing to hide.”
Bordeaux raised a hand theatrically, his sneer widening. “Ah, yes. The noble saviors of Arlam Village. The slayers of the White Whale. The miraculous vanquishers of the Great Rabbit—a feat none have achieved in centuries.” His gaze bored into Emilia with cruel intensity, lips curling in mockery.
“You expect us to simply take you at your word? No proof, no remains of the Great Rabbit. Convenient, don’t you think?”
“That’s not fair!” Emilia snapped, her amethyst eyes blazing with anger. “We didn’t have time to gather proof! What matters is that people are safe now!”
“Safe, you say?” Bordeaux’s smile widened unnaturally, almost as if he were relishing her frustration. “Or deceived by a story too convenient to question. Your camp always seems to appear where the Witch’s Cult strikes. Almost as if…” His voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. “…as if you were tipped off.”
The accusation struck like a physical blow. Emilia froze, her breath catching as she fought to keep her composure.
“That’s enough!” Otto’s voice rang out, sharp with anger. “To accuse Emilia-sama of collusion with the Witch’s Cult is outrageous! She has done nothing but fight to protect—”
“And yet,” Bordeaux interrupted, his voice cutting like ice, “your own story is no less suspicious. Abducted by the Witch’s Cult, then rescued by this very camp. A most fortuitous sequence of events, wouldn’t you agree?”
Otto stiffened, his composure slipping as his mind raced for a defense. “I… That has nothing to do with—”
“Doesn’t it?” Bordeaux’s smirk widened; his tone now laced with mockery. “Your abduction conveniently painted this camp as heroes. Were you a victim, or simply another pawn in their scheme?”
Otto’s voice faltered, his breath hitching under the weight of the accusation. What is he even talking about….?
“Enough,” Bordeaux said, his sharp tone slicing through the rising tension. His piercing eyes shifted to Crusch, who met his gaze with steady composure despite the growing unease in the room.
“And now, Candidate Crusch Karsten,” Bordeaux began, his voice laced with feigned courtesy that barely concealed the malice underneath. “Your involvement is equally troubling. Your forces aligned with Emilia’s camp during the White Whale subjugation, incurring significant losses. Yet, for all your sacrifices, there’s little explanation for why you risked so much. Was it out of the goodness of your heart? Or…” He tilted his head slightly, his bushy blue eyebrows arching with amusement, “…was there more to it?”
Crusch hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before she responded. “We… had an agreement with the Emilia camp,” she said plainly, her voice calm but lacking its usual confidence. “It was a partnership to defeat a common enemy. And our losses…” Her voice faltered slightly, “…were under unforeseen circumstances.”
The pause, brief as it was, seemed to amuse Bordeaux. His lips curved into a mocking smirk, and he took a deliberate step closer to her. “Ah, an agreement, was it? How quaint.” His voice grew sharper, carrying an edge of mockery. “But the council will need to examine just what that agreement entailed. And perhaps, just perhaps…” He leaned forward slightly, his tone turning almost playful, “…there are other deals—ones you’ve conveniently forgotten. After all, memory is such a fickle thing, isn’t it?”
Crusch’s emerald eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she struggled to maintain her composure. The weight of his words pressed on her, but she refused to break under his gaze. Even so, a pang of frustration gnawed at her chest. She hated how her memory loss left her vulnerable to such insinuations, and Bordeaux seemed to delight in exploiting it.
“And Candidate Anastasia Hoshin,” he said, his voice lightening but still sharp. “The cunning merchant. Your dealings, as one might expect, are no less questionable. Allegations of smuggling weapons from Kararagi into Lugunica have reached our ears. Add to that your temporary collaboration with the Emilia camp during the White Whale subjugation, and one can’t help but wonder…” His eyes glinted, and his lips curled into a sly smile. “…where your true loyalties lie.”
Anastasia’s faint smile didn’t waver, but the light in her eyes sharpened. “Smuggling, ya say? That’s quite the story you’ve spun, Bordeaux-sama.” Her tone was lilting and calm, but there was steel beneath it. “If questionin’ clears these rumors up, I’m more than happy to cooperate. After all, transparency’s the foundation of good business.”
Julius, standing dutifully beside her, inclined his head slightly. “Anastasia-sama’s willingness to comply speaks to her integrity. I trust the council will conduct its inquiries with fairness.”
Bordeaux tilted his head, his expression unreadable for a moment before his lips twisted into another smirk. “Fairness, of course,” he said, his tone so saccharine it bordered on mocking.
He clapped his hands once, the sharp sound ringing through the chamber, and the knights at the edges of the room stepped forward. They carried ropes and ornate magical collars, glowing faintly with engraved runes that pulsed ominously. Their presence sent a chill through the air, and the candidates stiffened as the knights approached.
“By decree of the Council of Sages,” Bordeaux declared, his voice booming with authority, “Candidates Emilia, Crusch Karsten, Anastasia Hoshin, and their respective companions will be detained for questioning. Submit to these restraints, or face the consequences.”
Crusch was the first to move. She stepped forward with quiet dignity, tilting her head slightly to expose her neck. “If this is what’s required,” she said calmly, “I will comply.” Her voice was steady, but her clenched fists betrayed her frustration.
Ferris followed reluctantly. “Tch. You’re lucky Crusch-sama trusts this process, nya~. Otherwise, Ferri-chan wouldn’t let you off so easy.” His ears twitched as the collar clicked into place around his neck, its faint hum setting his teeth on edge.
Anastasia allowed the knights to secure the collar around her neck without resistance. Her faint smile remained, though her eyes flicked toward Bordeaux with a calculating gleam. “Let’s get this over with, hm?” she said lightly, her tone masking the sharp edge of suspicion she felt.
Julius bowed his head slightly, his movements precise as the collar was placed around his neck. Yet, as the faint glow of the runes settled, unease churned in his chest. This is strange. Why is Bordeaux handling this with such hostility? The other Sages are absent, and no royal knights inside the castle…
When the knights approached Otto, he stepped forward resolutely. “If this will clear Emilia-sama’s name,” he said firmly, lowering his head, “I’ll comply.”
As Otto stepped forward, one of the knights seized his arms with unnecessary force, yanking them sharply behind his back and tying them up. The sudden motion drew a pained gasp from Otto as his knees nearly buckled.
“Hey—ah!” Otto’s protest was cut short as the knight twisted his arm further, his breath hitching in pain. His face contorted, beads of sweat forming at his temples as he tried to steady himself.
“Stop it!” Emilia’s voice rang out, sharp and furious, cutting through the tense air. She stepped forward instinctively, her fists trembling at her sides. Her amethyst eyes burned with outrage as she fixed her gaze on the knight. “He agreed to cooperate! There’s no need for this!”
The knight ignored her completely, his gauntleted grip tightening around Otto’s arm. The collar slammed against Otto’s neck, and the runes flared to life with a harsh glow. Otto jerked as the magic constricted around his throat, his body trembling as he choked out a ragged breath.
“Restrain her!” Bordeaux ordered coldly, his voice cutting through the rising tension like a blade. Though formal, there was a sinister undertone to his words—a quiet satisfaction that made the air feel heavier.
Two knights stepped toward Emilia, their movements stiff and calculated, as if they anticipated a fight. Emilia stiffened, her chest heaving as her breaths quickened. She didn’t move, her sharp gaze pinned on them like a predator sizing up its prey.
The knights hesitated for a brief moment. Despite their training, they could feel the raw strength radiating from the silver-haired half-elf. It was a subtle reminder that she could overpower them with ease if she chose to.
“I won’t resist,” Emilia said firmly, her voice low and steady, though it trembled faintly at the edges. Her hands were trembling as she raised them slowly in surrender. “But don’t hurt anyone. That’s all I ask.”
Her words were calm, but the weight of her sacrifice pressed down on her chest like a vice. She could feel her pride cracking under the strain, her instincts screaming at her to fight back, to protect Otto, to put an end to the cruel display.
The knights exchanged glances before grabbing her arms. Their grips were rough and deliberate, their gauntlets digging into her skin. Emilia flinched but didn’t resist. Her jaw clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to remain still.
One of the knights shoved her downward, and she let herself fall to her knees. The cold marble sent a jolt up her body, but she ignored it, focusing on keeping her breathing steady.
“Hold still!” one of the knights barked, his tone harsh.
The collar was pressed roughly against her neck. Emilia’s breath caught as the metal clicked into place, and the runes flared brightly. A sharp, suffocating pressure wrapped around her throat, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The magic constricted deliberately as if testing her resolve.
Her hands were also tied tightly. She could feel her strength boiling beneath the surface, demanding release. But she remained still, swallowing her pride and fury for the sake of the others.
Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Her shoulders trembled as the collar’s magic pulsed again, tightening cruelly for a moment before easing just enough to allow her to breathe. The humiliation burned in her chest; a fire stoked by the injustice of the situation.
Bordeaux watched her with a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across his face. His expression was devoid of impartiality, his satisfaction radiating like a poison through the chamber.
Emilia raised her head slowly, her tear-streaked face flushed with anger but her gaze steady. Her voice was hoarse but filled with quiet defiance. “This isn’t right,” she said, the words trembling but firm. “You’re making a mistake.”
Bordeaux chuckled lowly, the sound devoid of humor. “We’ll see,” he said, the faint smirk on his lips deepening as he turned away.
The knights hauled Emilia to her feet, their grips still unnecessarily rough despite her lack of resistance. Her legs felt shaky beneath her, the weight of the collar pressing down on her like an iron chain.
As the knights began to usher the candidates toward the chamber’s exit, a suffocating silence enveloped the group, amplifying the tension that hung in the air like an impending storm. Otto staggered forward, each breath escaping his lips in ragged gasps, a testament to his lingering pain.
Crusch moved with an air of measured grace, her countenance serene yet her furrowed brows revealed the storm of thoughts churning within her mind.
Anastasia, always the strategist, let her sharp, calculating gaze dart between Bordeaux and the knights, her lips pressed together in a thin, uncompromising line that suggested both resolve and uncertainty.
Meanwhile, even Julius, usually the epitome of composure, couldn’t mask the tension that twisted his features; his jaw tightened as his piercing golden eyes remained fixated on Bordeaux’s twisted, mocking smirk, a chilling contrast to the atmosphere in the room.
Emilia’s steps faltered as the knights pushed her forward. She felt the sting of humiliation, the ache of restraint, and the hollow pain of being powerless despite her strength. Her tied hands curled into fists, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying out.
As they left the chamber, Bordeaux’s smirk lingered like a specter in their minds. It wasn’t just the smile of a man executing his duty—it was something darker, more sinister, a chilling hint that justice may not be the true motive behind his actions.
Emilia and Anastasia were dragged through a narrow, dimly lit hallway, their captors pulling them forward with unrelenting force. The ropes binding their wrists dug into their skin, rough and unyielding with every jarring tug. The clanging of the knights’ armor echoed off the cold, damp stone walls, amplifying the oppressive atmosphere.
The air grew heavier with each step, thick with the stench of mildew and rot. Emilia gagged as the foul odor intensified, an acrid mix of decay and filth clawing at her senses. She held her head high despite the nausea twisting in her stomach, her silver hair trailing behind her like a faint beacon in the gloom.
Anastasia walked just ahead, her sharp blue-green eyes narrowing as she surveyed their surroundings. She gritted her teeth as one of the knights gave her a rough shove, nearly causing her to stumble. Her white robe, once pristine, dragged along the grimy floor, smearing with dirt and unidentifiable grime. She kept her footing, but her shoulders ached under the strain of the tightly knotted ropes around her wrists, already chafing and reddening her skin.
The dungeon was a nightmare of decay and despair. Water dripped rhythmically from cracks in the ceiling, pooling in stagnant puddles that reeked of mold. The faint flicker of torches along the walls cast dancing shadows, their dim light barely enough to reveal the iron bars and uneven walls ahead. The smell was unbearable—a suffocating cocktail of urine, rot, and something far more acrid and sour.
Ahead of them, Crusch Karsten was led into a cell directly opposite theirs. Despite her usual poise, her steps were stiff, and her lips pressed into a thin line as the knights shoved her forward without ceremony. Even from a distance, the dim light caught the tension in her emerald eyes, betraying her struggle to keep her composure.
Otto Suwen was hauled into a cell beside Emilia and Anastasia’s. He winced as a knight roughly grabbed him by the back of his collar, pushing him so forcefully that he hit the damp wall with a grunt. He murmured something inaudible, his voice strained, before being silenced by the clanging of his cell door.
Further down the hallway, Julius and Ferris were led into a larger cell. Julius walked with restrained dignity, his eyes sharp and watchful even as his hands remained tied behind his back. Ferris, however, snapped a barrage of sarcastic comments at the knights, his ears twitching erratically. His words were cut short by the sound of iron slamming shut behind them.
Emilia and Anastasia’s captors stopped at a cell near the end of the corridor. One knight yanked the door open with a loud screech, the sound grating against their ears. Without hesitation, they shoved Emilia forward.
She stumbled into the cell, her bare knees hitting the rough stone floor with a sharp thud that sent pain shooting up her legs. Her silver hair fell over her face as she struggled to steady herself, her breath catching at the shock of the cold, slimy floor beneath her. The white robe that had once symbolized her purity was now smeared with grime, clinging uncomfortably to her skin.
Anastasia followed next. A knight pushed her so forcefully that she nearly lost her balance, catching herself just before colliding with the wall. Her bound hands scraped against the damp stone, and she turned her head sharply to glare at the knight. “Careful, would ya?” she snapped, her irritation breaking through her usual composure. But her voice lacked its typical sharpness, weighed down by the oppressive filth surrounding them.
The knights ignored her entirely, moving with mechanical efficiency as they began untying the ropes binding their wrists. The reprieve was short-lived; the ropes were immediately replaced with heavy iron chains.
Emilia flinched as the cold metal encircled her wrists, the jagged edges biting into her already raw skin. The knights pulled her arms behind her and fastened the chains to a ring embedded in the damp wall. The iron links clinked ominously as they tightened, leaving her arms immobilized in an awkward and painful position.
Anastasia winced as her own wrists were chained behind her. The knights yanked her arms upward just enough to strain her shoulders, ignoring the discomfort etched across her face. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, her blue-green eyes narrowing in quiet defiance even as her body trembled from the cold.
The knights stepped back, their faces expressionless, as if the cruelty of their actions was routine. Without a word, they slammed the cell door shut, the loud clang reverberating through the dungeon like the closing of a tomb.