“Your Excellency.”

“You’re here. Hmm?”

Otto frowned when he saw Fiona enter his office. His daughter was wearing a blue-colored chestplate crafted from Mirin’s steel, and a humongous greatsword hung on her back. The length of the weapon’s blade was 120cm, and 150cm including its handle.

Otto guessed that something was off from her unusual appearance, and he spoke with a sigh.

“There’s still some time remaining. The distance from the imperial castle…”

“But we should still prepare for it. The other knights all walk around armed, so it would be weird for me not to. Well, at least it will help keep me on my toes…”

“Help you keep you on your toes? Didn’t you say you would conquer both the Knight King of Valvas and King Pendragon not too long ago?”

“Well, that’s…”

Fiona awkwardly scratched her cheeks without saying anything. She couldn’t bear to say that she felt a little nervous after hearing her brother’s advice before he left for Fort Efork.

“Anyways. Do you think they will mobilize the imperial legions?”

“There’s been no reported movement from the legions, though I’m not sure as to whether it’s good news or bad news.”

“Really? Then, does that mean troops from the Pendragon Kingdom…?”

“It’s even quieter over there. If they were planning to march towards Mirin, they would need to start preparing a month before they set off.”

“I see. Well, you’re...