Chapter 3

Not long ago, Sizemore and Dacascos had a short tour of the ancient tombs.

Im not complaining or anything, its just that this team seems a little too basic.

Maybe its just him, but it feels as though the horse hes riding on isnt very motivated either.

We cant help itThe moment we discover the other search teams, we have to take them to His Majesty as soon as possible.

The men were left behind at the water source to rebuild the village, while they chased His Majestys group from the back, and finally caught up with Yuuri and co after experiencing those impactful events. As soon as they rendezvoused, though, they were sent on this mission.

Their mission is to leave the front thats currently in stalemate, and look for the other search teams that separated after landing in Seisakoku. If they found the others nearby, they were to lead them to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

In others words, theyre in charge of reception.

Shin Makokus highest commander Yuuri nods as he says,

Thats right, its an SOS.

Huh? Does milord mean the sisters that only get along with the Seisakoku?

No, Im talking about a help signal you send out when in distress. When youre stranded on an uninhibited island, you should find a way to tell the ships or planes in the distance where you are, right? Thats why you use a smoke signal or a mirror to reflect light and ask for help.

With that Dacascos finally understood, that His Majestys target was his head.

Thats why bright-headed (even though theyre completely reluctant about it) Dacascos and Sizemore temporarily left their kings side, setting out on a journey to lead their reinforcements here.

Actually, His Majesty really didnt need to be subtle about it, he could have just said our shiny heads would help in the desert, and we would have immediately accepted the mission

Mn, this should be a sign of His Majestys compassion. After all, when he saw the thinning hair on my head, he even praised me by saying Im like a baby bird, calling me very cute.

But their worth as signal lights is quickly diminishing, from the moment the sun sets completely to the time when the moon rises into the sky, they are completely useless. Because their heads can only reflect the light, and not emit their own light like stars.

We have to return to them quickly once the sun sets, after all its better to have more fighting power. Even though I, Sizemore, am better at naval battles, but I still wont lose to a regular soldier on the land, even unarmed I can take on two or three enemies. I wont let anyone make fun of me by calling me a tuna out of water!

Of course. Although Im not that experienced in battle, running errands is my main job. I can help everyone tidy up bones, harvest flesh pieces. If I could bring a sample of the living dead back, Lady Anissina would definitely praise me!

Rather than running errands, thats bordering into scientific search.

So do we go back now? Or continue on His Majestys important mission? Its so hard to choose between the two.

Mn, thats right. We still have important business at hand, so we must make a decision before nightfall.

But to the one people call Master of the Seas as well as the Scary Monk on the SeaCaptain Sizemore, this dry land really is torture.

Just the issue of my dry skin alone seems unresolvable, Ill probably never live in the desert until the day I die.

Oh~~ Thats right, thats right, you can use this if your skin is dry. I bought this at the port on the way here when I found out we were going to the desert. Use this, moisturizer! Its a new item from the Queens Inventions, though its meant for the ladies.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Here you go.

Sizemore accepts Dacascos bottle, dripping a few drops onto his hand and rubbing them onto his face, directly connected to his scalp, without checking the color and smell first. For some reason, the spots covered in the medicine burn painfully, and immediately turn red and swollen.

Sizemore screams in a way completely unlike himself, and then grabs a stunned Dacascos by the collar,

W-w-w-what is this!? Is this really moisturizer!?

Thats what it says on the label.

Something so dangerous technically shouldnt be circulating on the market

Anything invented by Lady von Karbelnikoff Mad Scientist Anissina, has an eighty per cent chance of being dangerous. But regular consumers dont know that, and buy her failed products happily. Even though the final product is very safe, the truth is the ones they bought are all failed products. Those passionate devotees are really very scary.

Sizemore also believed in its quality because of Her Majesty the Queens guarantee. Thats why he cant believe hes suffering like this, and hurriedly checks the bottom of the bottle. There is indeed the name of the producer there, written in a bright red color that brings to mind the founders hair, The Quins Invention.

Quin?[1]

So its a fake.

W-what do we do now, Dacascos!?

C-c-c-calm down, Captain! You just went a bit red, changing from the monk on the sea to the lama on the sea, thats all!

The lama on the sea--!?

Thats right, the lama on the sea. Its position on the sea chart is higher than the monk. Thats wonderfulLord Captain, this is an evolution, yknow--!

Dont try to get away with it!

Just relax, Lord Captain, I also have here a folk remedy for healing coarse skin.

Dacascos carefully takes out a fingernail-sized stone that shines with a brown glow from his pocket.

What is that? A bone?

Its a tooth.

Dacascos, dont tell me youre only now becoming an adult?

No, this isnt my tooth, I picked it up on the ship. My old mother back home told me, if your skin suddenly becomes coarse, you may be able to heal it by wishing on a tooth you found by accident. This is Lilit Latchie Nanata Micotans family remedy, passed down the generations.

Putting aside the fact that it may be able to heal, Dacascos habit of collecting things came from his mother after all. And then he puts his mouth close to the tooth he picked up, chanting what sounds like a spell,

Now I pray to the fairies in the springs of paradise, heal the Captains coarse skin! Heal the Captains coarse skin!

Dacascos

Although the two of them were thrown together as master and follower abruptly for a last minute job, Sizemore didnt think Dacascos would work so hard for him, and cant help but be deeply touched.

But Dacascos, what does a tooth found by accident have to do with coarse skin?

Heal the Captains coarse skin Because of that, Captain! Heal the Captains coarse skin After all, when you find a tooth by accident, you cant help but say, Eh, its a tooth eh, its a tooth coarse skin coarse skin.[2]

Mn~~? Eh, its a tooth eh, its a tooth coarse skin coarse skin

A chill suddenly rises in Sizemores chest.

Before the wish to the fairies is transmitted, his previously scalding face has already cooled down drastically.

But it seems that wish didnt reach the paradise where the tooth fairies reside, but a completely different place.

The experiment lab from hell where the devils reside.

Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina is busy as a bee in the lab in the middle of the night, while Greta sings a song behind her.

Oh dear, what an unfamiliar song.

Yuuri taught it to me. Its called To Steal and Pick Up, apparently its very popular among children.

Even though the lyrics may not be accurate, but seeing the little girl sing happily with her hands on the table, nobody would say anything to break the atmosphere. As for Anissina, who has no interest whatsoever in famous songs from a different world, she makes some black tea for the girl and herself instead.

Greta is staying up a lot recently, huh.

Anissinas been staying up for many days in a row

Its okay for me, the Poison Lady has a different biological clock from regular people. Just like meat and vegetables, when night and day all feel like day. For more details, please read Oh Night Fog, The Poison Lady Again Tonight, expected to be published the year after the next.

Although I dont really get it, but wow--!

No matter how evil the villain is, they wouldnt want to do anything bad once theyre liked by a child. Even Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina, with scary names like the Red Devil or the Impenetrable Surveillance Monitor, cant help but consider making useful things instead, so close so close.

Speaking of which, what do you plan on doing with those puzzle bones? Dont tell me you want to make a trap house at a 1000:1 scale?

No.

Theres a set of Happy-Happy Bone Puzzles, adapted from Oh! Stack the Bones High, on the table in front of Greta. That is indeed a toy she likes, but shes carrying it around with her not because she wants to play with it.

I was wondering if wed hear any more information from it.

Oh

As a human girl, Greta experienced hearing bone-statics for the first time a few days ago. What His Majesty Yuuri calls bone-statics, is actually an ability the kotsuhizoku and kotsuchizoku use to communicate and transmit messages between themselves. There are many things people still dont know about their biology, and bone-statics are just one part of it. What is the logic and the principles behind the transmission? How large is the area of reception? Such questions are innumerable.

But the reality is that they can communicate through the bones, and the bones also transmit some sort of signal.

No one knows if its a coincidence or her natural-born ability, but Greta can actually hear those signals. When she was playing with the Happy-Happy Puzzle Bones, she heard the bone-static transmission from a veteran grass kotsuchizoku (those kotsuchizoku who leave Shin Makoku on spy missions and lie on foreign land have the word grass added in front).

From then on, this heap of Happy-Happy Bone Puzzles never left Gretas side.

Greta even bathes and sleeps with these puzzle bones, kept in a white pot and wooden box. If Yuuri saw this after coming back, he would definitely sob, Let them rest in peace. After all, this is way too unlucky to the Japanese.

Tonight, the girl is still observing Anissinas poison experiments as she pours the bones onto the table.

The scallop-shaped bone piece she heard the signal from a few days ago is the closest to her, but even if she plasters it to her left ear, all she can hear is the background noise from a cemetery.

Greta taps on the bone piece with her index finger while staring at Anissinas handsher left hand is bringing the black tea to her lips for a sip while her right hand is busy mixing medicines. Normal people would just praise her for her dexterity, but to Greta, who respects anything and everything the Poison Lady does, her graceful, dignified, delicate yet brave actions merit more than even a hundred praises turned to a thousand.

To this day, the girl still cant decide on her future target.

Although there are two charismatic living examples for her to follow, shes very conflicted over who she should recognize as her master. Should she be the Poison Lady? Or the Demon Sergeant? Its because these two paths are both cool yet beautiful, theyre both wonderful even if theyre completely different.

Greta pouts, mimicking Lord Wellers personal ducky while she continues knocking on the scallop-shaped puzzle bone. Just then, she hears something thats neither the To Steal and Pick Up shes humming nor the sound of dirt-colored poison boiling.

Mn?

Its like a song or a cry, or more like a spell.

Mn?

The girl picks up the bone piece and puts it by her little ear. Its true, there really is the sound of someone talking from this puzzle bone.

Anissina!

Whats the matter?

Its bone-statics again!

Hearing Gretas words, the Poison Lady also puts the bone piece offered to her to her ear. But all she hears are groans like woowoo and the sound of wind in the cemetery.

The mad scientist immediately rushes to the room next door, taking out a large metal object about the size of a carriage wheel.

Is that a pot?

No, this is a new and improved version of the high performance receptor BS-kun, the super high performance receptor BS-kun, Present!. It wont rust even if the floor is covered with snails and centipedes, and can correspond with digital ground waves. Even though its this price and this size, theres even an intelligent response function. Once we connect this to the bone piece Jack, this is amazing![3]

The voices from the bone piece becomes clearer, and theres a mans aside, More and more things are corresponding with digital ground waves these days.

Oh dear, Kusanagi spoke. I forgot that I once installed an immediate voice broadcast through digital ground waves. Right now I just have to temporarily turn it off

Suddenly Anissina kicks the BS-kun, Present! hard. The voice broadcast disappears immediately, returning to something like the sound of the wind in a cemetery, only this time there are voices mixed in as well, and so the two of them perk up their ears to listen.

Heal... tains coarse skin

The spell, repeated over and over again, becomes clearer and clearer, the only problem is with the contents of what theyre hearing. Not only are the contents unlucky, theyre also really strange.

Meet coarse skin

No one would want to meet that, right?

Gretas expression is all tense too.

The sounds keep on coming as they clear up, and it sounds like two travelers. Unlike last time, this time the kotsuchizoku arent just reciting poetry to themselves, receiving the conversation nearby instead.

Meet coarse skinmeet coarse skin

But Dacascos, can this folk remedy really heal coarse skin? I feel the reason behind it should be this item from the Quins Invention.

The Poison Lady and Greta cant help but join in their conversation,

The Quins Inventions!?

Even if you meet coarse skin, it cant be healed, yknow!?

Wait a sec, you kamaitachi[4]over there! No, I mean, you two!

Seeing Gwendal barge in and squeeze in between the two of them, the girls are a little miffed. This is a late night experiment limited to girls only, its rather clueless for a man to run in here at a time like this. Even though Lord von Voltaire is a little scare, he continues anyway,

Thats not whats you should be focusing on right now!

Because this bone piece mentioned the Quins Inventions, yknow!? That must be something a man made! It must be a man!

Really, it doesnt matter if its the Quin or the Niuq![5]Didnt you hear that? Just now, from this piece of bone, I really heard the word Dacascos!

If the person hes talking to was his subordinate, he would definitely have grabbed their chest and yelled, You useless thing! But that person now is Anissina, so he really cant do something so terrifying.

Dacascos is Gnters subordinate, if we heard his name, that means this bone piece is receiving a conversation between the search team members! There could be other important intel, listen carefully, the two of you!

And so the three of them stand in a line in front of BS-kun, Present!, perking up their ears and listening intently to the conversation.

Ah, Captain! It seems to be slightly better, the red swelling is slowly fading!

Really? But rather than the tooth fairys blessing, I think its more likely because of that cold joke just now.

Tooth fairy? The three eavesdropping on the conversation exchange glances. From the way Dacascos calls him Captain, the person talking to him should be Sizemore. To think that burly Master of the Seas is actually a devotee of the tooth fairy.

You misunderstood, that wasnt a cold joke. Thank goodness we believe in the tooth fairies, and pray so devoutlyHeal the Captains coarse skin

But its so rare for us to come looking for the other search times, and yet we havent found a trace of them at all. The way this is going, I bet we wont have any results by nightfall. Why dont we just end the mission here, isnt it better to return to His Majestys side?

Thats rightAlthough theres His Excellency Wolfram and His Excellency Conrad, as well as that Grantz with him, its still better to have an extra pair of hands.

Mn.

That means Wolfram has successfully rendezvoused with themthe oldest son heaves a sigh of relief, thinking, Thank goodness.

But how did Conrad end up operating together with His Majesty as though its only natural? No, because that little brother couldnt possibly betray His Majesty for real, so its understandable that he would support the monarch secretly. Judging from his position, though, he should be a member of Dai Shimaron, is it really okay for him to join the Maous forces now?

His Excellency Conrad has to protect that king called Saralegui at the same time, too, the poor thing. I think it wouldnt be enough even if he had three heads and six arms.

Hahaha, where would he get so many arms

I see, thats how it is.

The king of Shin Makoku and the boy king of Shou Shimaron have the same interests right now, so as the ambassador of Dai Shimaron, he has to protect both of them at the same time.

Gwendal hmphs with displeasure, while Anissina tsks discontentedly as well. Greta is grinning from ear to eat, because its been a long time since she heard her favorite Lord Wellers name.

But that person called Hazel seems rather reliable.

Oh~~ You mean Venera? Thats true.

On the surface she looks like shes from the same generation as my mother, but shes sprightly for her age, not only are her movements agile, shes decisive when they stumble into incidents as well. As expected of the leader who led all those slaves to oppose the Seisakoku emperor, shes really worthy of respect~~

Thank goodness that Dacascos is here, seeing as hes so fond of narrating the current situation.

Deducing from their conversation, His Majesty Yuuri should now be moving with the forces opposing the emperor of Seisakoku, looks like he interfered into something bothersome again. Gwendal mutters in a low voice, Thats a regular occurance.

By the way Gwendal, what are those pajamas youre wearing?

Lord von Voltaire, sighing with his fingers on his brow, only remembers what hes wearing when Anissina mentions it.

On top of the long pale yellow nightgown, there are even five fried egg buttons. The indoor slippers hes wearing are pale pink bunnies with eyes and ears sewn on. He seems to have gone to bed early, because theres even a nightcap with tassels on his head.

The biggest problem isnt his cute pajamas.

Theres even an animal in your stomach!

His Excellency Lord von Voltaire Gwendals nightgown has a pouch, and a little animal pokes its head out from inside. Those long ears, matched with those big brown eyes, are really very cute. When its gazes meet with Gretas and Anissinas, it ducks back into the pouch bashfully.

Has this man finally started rearing marsupials?

Mn, this? This is a possum, Hide-in-Tummy Baby No no no, I was worried it was unhealthy to sleep with the bed as cold as it is, so I rear it to stay warm.

But its so rare, and so cute

Greta and the baby possum stare at each other, and its love at first sight for her. Although shes tends to prefer rare animals, she also like cute ones.

These pajamas with a pouch are also really cute.

Do you think so? Then after a few days Ill make one set for you to put on your dolls.

Hideys parents arent suspicious diplomats, are they?

Its called Hide-in-Tummy Baby! Its an orphan, abandoned by its parents.

Only the baby possums ears and eyes are poking out. Since it was simply too cute, Greta cant help but cheer out loud.

Watching them, Anissina leaves the receptor with a smile, turning around to investigate documents about the habits of marsupials and whether or not theyre poisonous. Gwendal also reaches his slender long finger into his pouch, rubbing Hide-in-Tummy Babys back.

Just then, they hear a terrifying fact. Dacascos one line freezes the air in the room in an instant.

But I really got a shock, seeing Gurrier show up on the enemy side

What did he say?

The truth is, Gwendal didnt plan to speak.

Be it as a warrior or an administrator, Lord von Voltaire could face an emergency at any time. People in high positions must maintain their composure, and must never let their political opponents find any weak spots. Even he regards himself as good at controlling his emotions.

He doesnt realize that he spoke, but the people beside him understand why he would put his confusion to words.

Because Dacascos words are just that surprising.

I really dont understand how it turned out that way, I thought Gurrier would never turn traitor.

Mn, and hes even holding His Eminence hostage. A scene like that is too much even for a man like me, a veteran trained on the sea.

Gwendal, where are you going in the middle of the night?

Anissina doesnt just watch and let Lord von Voltaire leave the room after hearing that conversation.

I want to set sail to search for His Majesty Yuuri.

Didnt you send out search ships a few days ago?

The situation now has changed, I want to increase the manpower. I plan on taking a high-speed boat myself and catching up with the team we sent earlier.

Wolfram and Gnter have already gone along, and now you want to go too?

Anissina, you should understand what this situation is, right!?

Gwendal turns around, gripping his fists agitatedly. The possum, frightened by his tone, quickly jumps out of the pouch and escapes to a corner of the room.

It looks like Conrad is by His Majestys side, well, thats okay, I could even say thats good news. But once we heard that His Eminence has been taken hostage, and one of countrys finest soldiers Gurrier has gone to the enemy side, thats not a normal situation anymore. It counts as an emergency, so its only natural to send more forces there!

Im not berating your judgment.

Lady von Karbelnikoff leaves the receptor, drinking her cold black tea calmly,

Im asking about this country. If both Lord von Christ and yourself are away, whos to protect this country? Dont tell me you want to ask the Bielefeld bunch? Or that Stoffel you hate the most?

Dont joke with that!

Her words bring back nightmarish memories, and Gwendals frown deepens. In order to cut down that mans position, he put so much time and effort into it, he sacrificed so much. That is the person Gwendal would die rather than admit hes related to.

Then what do you plan to do? His Majesty left a heavy responsibility on your shoulders.

I-in that case

He grabs the black tea from the experiment table and takes a drink without thinking whose cup that is, and the stone that seemed to be stuck in his throat loosens considerably.

I-Ill hand it to you.

Me?

Lady von Karbelnikoff raises her eyebrows slightly, tilting her head and swinging her flaming red hair,

Our clan is only good with business, and I personally am only interested in majutsu and poison studies and literature and increasing womens social standing and increasing the quality of daily life and martial arts fighting and observing Lord von Voltaire, yet you want to trust the country to me?

Thats right.

I really dont understand, I know what my abilities are, but I still didnt expect you to make such a decision.

I trust in your abilities.

Anissina tilts her head again as she muses, tapping the kettle of poison lightly with her fingernail, trimmed short for her experiments, as though hastening Gwendal to continue.

I trust in your love and loyalty towards Shin Makoku.

After a long, silent contemplation, Her Excellency Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina finally nods,

Alright.

Thank you very much.

I should be the one thanking you.

Lord von Voltaire has already walked briskly out of the room, without hearing her out. Left alone in the experiment lab, an excitement she hasnt felt these past few years rises in Anissinas chest, and she relaxes her tightly-crossed fingers.

The new product, BS-kun, Present! continues to receive bone-statics, but theres no one left listening in this room.

Thats strangeCaptain, where on earth did we come from, and where are we going?

Oh, thats a very philosophical question. I didnt expect you to be this pretentious.

Youre misunderstanding, its not what you think. See, the sky is already dark, we cant see our targets regardless of whether we want to move forward or trace our steps back.

Are we lost? Does this mean were lost in the desert!?

If youre lost in the desert, all you have to do is look up and find the right direction. Anissina accidentally overhears their conversation as shes flipping through a gentlemans manual, and murmurs to herself, Men of the sea couldnt possibly not know that!

Even if you lose your way on the sea or in the desert, itll be fine as long as you raise you head and look at the sky. The stars shining down on everyone will definitely have a fixed position, emitting a fixed light.

Because the friend that she liked, used to say that often.

Not long later, she glances towards the furry little animal curled up in the corner of the room near the window, and immediately walks to it and picks the baby possum up. After examining its stomach, she smiles in satisfaction!

Oh dear oh dear, the future sure is exciting.

Its female.

Lord von Voltaire Gwendal prepares everything at an unprecedented speed and jumps onto the boat headed for the port. During this season, it may be faster to go down the river currents than riding a horse.

Its only halfway through the journey that he realizes hes gripping a Happy-Happy Bone Puzzle piece in his hand tightly.

If I can use this thing properly, it should become a somewhat convenient means of communication.

Regrettably the bone-statics seem to work only at specific times and places, and he wont get anything at all if hes unlucky. That feeling is like a broadcast show from far away that you can only hear in the middle of the night.

Gwendal puts the bone piece in his pocket, and only then does he jump in shockTo think he actually forgot to change out of his pajamas.

But the next second he discovers another terrifying fact, and cant help but hold his head in vexation. Hes always been calm and steady, but now he cant help but yell out loud, and even wants to jump into the river.

The living thing in his pajama pouch isnt an abandoned animal with doleful eyes, but a human girl.

Crap! The soldiers had really strange expressions just now when he was boarding the boat, could this be the reason why? Most of the soldiers dont dare to look directly, there are even some who were about to speak then stopped. If Greta was hiding in the pouch then, its no wonder his subordinates acted so strangely.

Although many of the young soldiers were yelling in their hearts, This is too farfetched, isnt it!?, the only one who seemed completely oblivious to it was Gwendal. Because he always mistook the heavy feeling in his stomach for the possum, Hide-in-Tummy Baby.

The girl crawls out of his pouch and crouches in front of him, so by now it wont help even if you were to say theres way too big a difference in the weight.

Gwendal sags his shoulders dejectedly,

Greta Why are you here?

Greta is really worried about everyone too!

So youre using your skills as Trap Lady?

I may be the Trap Lady, but this is what Gisela taught me.

Gisela taught you how to stowaway?

But openly entering an adults pouch and then boarding the boat without a worry while everyone is aware, isnt really called stowing away, is it? However, Greta explains as she puts on her shoes,

Not that, I meant switching with stone weights.

What?

Switching with stone weights! Apparently a long time ago in a warzone, there would be many dangerous traps buried underground. Your leg would be clamped horribly once you step on it, so you must light~~ switch with things of the same weight to escape.

So its trap dismantlement.

Thats what Gisela told me, she said she tried quite a few times too. The secret in it is to put the same weights worth in mud or stones, and its a job that puts your life on the line. This storys really awesome, right?

I think little children shouldnt know things like that Anyway you got me.

YayyCan Greta become a worthy Demon Sergeant--?

Mn, you can definitely become a worthy Demon Sergeant Wait, a worthy Demon Sergeant? Greta wants to become a sergeant when you grow up?

And a Demon Sergeant, too

Thats right, recently Yuuri wanted me to reconsider my future, he said I can be whatever I want, but the only thing is I must give up becoming Poison Lady. So I was thinking, it should be pretty nice to become a Demon Sergeant

Faced with the girl who has already decided her future goal at ten years old, all the blood drains out of Gwendals face.

I-isnt there anything else you want to become? Such as a bride, or a princess etcetera.

Anissina once said, only weak men like Gurrier

Greta doesnt continue, feeling as though its best not to mention Josak. That isnt a problem children can interfere with The young girl who has experienced cruel things, stops talking as soon as she understood that fact.

Instead, she reaches out her slender arms towards his tall figure. Gwendal bends down, so Gretas arms can hook around his neck.

Dont worry, Gwendal, itll definitely be fine.

Youre right

The little boat carries the girl and the adult, heading down the shortest path to the navy port.

But there are also people in this world suffering from a lack of means of communication and transportation.

In a port hospital in a certain country, the nurses from the day and night shifts are exchanging their positions.

Oh right oh right, be careful of the patient in room one oh eight.

Oh dear, wasnt he in the regular ward yesterday? Did something happen?

The lady nurse getting ready to go home puts her hand to her mouth and whispers,

Apparently he pulled out his own hair, and then used that hair to knit things.

Goodness, then he really is slightly sick.

Exactly, when the head of department came to stop him, he even said, As soon as I finish knitting this, I can go to a foreign country as I wish!

Eh, does he want to go vacationing overseas that badly?

Who knows? We tried to stop him quite a few times, too, theres already a coin-sized round bald patch on his head, too. The patients around him all found him disgusting, thats why we moved him to the muscle ward.

I see.

The young male therapist taking the night shift is just flexing his biceps, its as though they can hear the sound of muscles vibrating.

If he does anything dangerous, the muscle therapist would stop him with his body, huh?

Of course, leave everything to the muscle therapist!

The therapist winks, patting his thick arm bound in leather belts. As expected, he puts ones heart to ease.

Besides, wasnt that person transported here directly by boat because he used up all his stamina?

Exactly, huh.

Then he must be some stowaway, who was chased out in this roundabout way after he was discovered. But he looks out through the window and into the distance, hes always muttering, Today, His Majestys white pigeon would definitely, yknow.

Oh dear, whos this His Majesty hes talking about?

The nurse who just ended her shift lowers her voice,

It must be his delusions!

The night shift muscle therapist grips his hands tightly, resting his chin on his hands,

How scary~~!

That patient has always been hugging the pouch made from his own hair tightly, and keeps on waiting for a white pigeon that will never come.

Is that so And hes so pretty too, how simply pitiful.

But their topic of concern immediately leaves the special patient, moving on to discussing where theyd go for their next vacation. Oh yeah, speaking of overseas vacations, do you want to go to Hildyard next? Im saving up money to meet the king, yknow!

This is the story of the man, Lord von Christ Gnter in a foreign port city.

Come, pigeon, fly here quickly!