“Moreover, its fur is pink. As you can see from Sir Printz and Her Holiness the Saintess, our king has a particular fondness for pink.”
“Ah, that’s certainly true!”
“Therefore, I urge everyone in the palace to take special care. I assure you, if anything happens to that fox, our kingdom might vanish from the map!”
“I-is it that serious?! Understood! I’ll relay the message immediately!”
The courtyard was already bustling with people, and plenty of ears caught wind of their conversation. In truth, the chamberlain had raised his voice on purpose, not without intent. Palace servants, royal knights, and central nobles alike began to scheme, each turning their wheels of thought in their own way. Naturally, the busiest among them were the nobles eager to curry favor with the king.
<Ailette? Ailette, what on earth is this?>
That’s how it turned out, Agnes.
As soon as we returned to the bedroom, Thesilid adjusted the chain…