A civil war. In the end, the princes’ political conflict descended into the worst possible scenario. No one thought that things would reach this stage; from the nobles in the outskirt regions far detached from the power struggle, to even the nobles in the Capital that were engaged in this violent shadow war.

However, there was just one person who anticipated this turn of events. At present, that person was elegantly drinking a cup of black tea in Forrest territory.

“I was right in the end, wasn't I?”

“… what dark magic is this?”

Milton said as he watched Princess Leila form a detestable smile. 

At first, Milton talked to Princess Leila with the proper respect and mannerisms for treating a superior when he had discovered her identity. But after some time had passed since they began living together, Princess Leila implicitly allowed Milton to speak more casually. Her supposed pretext was that in order to ensure her identity remained hidden, Milton needed to mind how natural he sounded when he spoke to her in front of others.

Whatever the case was, Princess Leila had continued to patiently reside at the Forrest Estate, passing the time day by day. She seemed so carefree that Milton once asked if she really had the liberty to be passing her time like this. Her response was…

[The seeds have already been spread, Count....