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Two weeks after the defeat of Mist Calf.

At a time when the tide of death remained minimal, Ronia dispatched a search party.

500 prisoners.

They dug through the shattered ice and the mud of the dead Mist Calf.

- May the Heart of Mist Calf be restored. It must have started to dissipate at the same time as death. But they have a lot of energy, so it's going to help a lot later.

Hans gives the order himself.

Get the data on the warp on the iceberg, and retrieve the heart.

One of the prisoners who was searching the ice wall brightened his face.

“Found it!”

I found a bag of torn luggage.

These are the materials about [Warp].

“I wanted to join the subjugation. ”

Grill, who was sent as a search party, felt sorry for him.

Grill reminds me of Charlotte, the adoptive daughter.

- It's dangerous. Protect Lonia.

She raised her finger and pressed her glabella into her mouth.

His expression was blunt, but for Grill, it would be nothing more than euphemism.

“Well, you have to have a daughter. ”

It was when the grill smiled with a happy father.

He finds a glittering red jewel in the mud.

A large red jewel that cannot be grasped by the palm of your hand.

The grill picks it up.

“How can this help? ”

Grill places a red jewel in his bag.

You find a large pile of jewels in your bag.

“Not enough.”

Grill turns his head.

Haman, who was in command, circles around on the corpse of Mist Calf.

“What's that? Paladin.”

“Hans said it was about a meter of jewelry. The mountain must have collapsed to a smaller size, but it's too small. ”

I searched between the rocks and in the mud for days.

But what you see are jewels the size of small ones.

Hans' heart made of about a meter of red jewels seems to be a bit short of fragments.

“I hope you feel bad. ”

Haman exclaims to the prisoners, feeling sorry for himself.

“The search is over! ”

* *

I boarded a wagon bound for the capital, Lorenzis.

After cleaning up after Lonia, I want to return to the Imperial Palace with Lord Jennard.

It was a wagon arranged in the imperial palace, but it looks narrow with all sorts of luggage.

You hear a knock at the wagon door.

“Do you open the door? ”

Hans, who piled up the piles of documents, said with the documents in both hands.

“Do I have to see it here? Why were you in the wagon where I was before? ”

Hans wags at the warp data I provided him.

“I can't help but look forward to these great materials! Besides, I don't think the Crown Prince has heard anything from Earl Timont."

“You're a feisty warp lover. ”

“An alchemist's old dream. ”

I recalled Earl Timont and took a book from the item window and threw it at Hans.

“Here you go. ”

Hans receives the book in a neutral posture.

His eyes widen.

As Hans with a good eye, he will know that the texture of books, letters, etc. are strange in this world.

“This is the first material I've ever seen. What's it made of? In addition, ink and text are also concise and consistent.... ”

Hans' expression hardens as he ponders his chin.

“... which era is it? What is the title, what kind of.... I don't know. Oh my...! There's an ancient text I don't know about! ”

Knock-knock.

I grabbed the door handle.

“That's not the book of the world. ”

Hans flinches.

His gaze falls on me, and I point my finger at a novel book with a playful smile.

“A book that has crossed dimensions. ”

“Yes?”

“It's what you want. Take it as a gift."

Hans' pupils falter.

The moment he was about to say something, the door opened.

There was Haman on the horse.

“Oh! Haman, you're in. ”

I was supposed to arrive late on a search mission from the north, but I joined in time.

Haman looks back after a brief greeting to see if there's anything to report.

Behind you, you see the data gathered from the Vampires along with the cart, the red jewels in the leather bag.

“It's part of the data and part of the heart of Mist Calf. I tried to retrieve it, but there was only one part of it. ”

“Really?"

When I gestured, Haman moved some of the materials and jewels into the wagon.

Hans takes it and lays it on the floor.

A narrower wagon.

Hans twitches his hand since he's been so impatient.

And then he looked at me.

“The prince, what the hell was that...? ”

Haman closes the door.

I looked at Hans and said,

“That's what Earl Timont said. I don't know the details. ”

"..."

Hans shrugs, his shoulders sagging.

Because he knew Earl Timont had been eaten by the mist Calf.

Hans rubs his hands on the materials that Haman brought and the red jewels.

You pile up the materials, pull the gems out of the bag and start fitting them together.

“But if there's no part of the heart, is that okay? ”

“Oh, I'm fine. It must have been taken by a zombie or some undead. It's a magical object, so even an undead without a self must have been instinctively drawn away. ”

“What are the chances the Vampire took it? ”

Hans stacks of jewels, speaking in small words.

You carefully attach the pieces together in a controlled fashion.

“They would have tried to make a warp gate out of the heart of a Jotun, but if it had been broken down like this, it would have been impossible. ”

“Not possible?”

Hans nods.

He looked at me and said,

“I don't know if it's Earl Timont or not, but even a genius can't make warp happen without him. ”

“You're saying it's possible? ”

Hans pauses for a moment.

He smiles bitterly, looking at the piled gemstone pieces.

“What they're trying to make isn't just warp. A whole different world that reaches through space, beyond the other dimension, not just a world that connects purely purely purely purgatory or giants or spiritual systems. That's what he would have wanted. ”

Hans says as he piles up the gemstone pieces again.

“It's not the summoning or sending of spiritual beings, it's the way they can go. You yearned for it.”

That was the hope of alchemists.

Another world they don't know about, getting there.

That is the truth.

“But Earl Timont is dead, and Jotun's heart is completely shattered. I've lost my magic.”

Hans shrugs.

“At most, this will open the Purgatory and the Spirit System. ”

“You can open it after all. ”

“Of course. It's just hard to open it unless you're a thousand years old researcher like Earl Timont. Even a kite can't pass through life. because it's that bulky. ”

Well, good for you.

Hans looked at the book I gave him to see if it was still foolish.

He also wanted to fulfill the wish of dimensional movement.

“That's a novel. ”

“Yes?”

“The title is [Ring Story]. ”

“Now, wait, the Crown Prince? What the...! ”

“That's all I know. ”

“Didn't I say that before? ”

“For real?”

I burst out laughing at Hans, who was embarrassed.

* *

It was a week after I left for Lorenzis.

It was dark and night came.

The wagon stops and prepares for camp.

The next day we arrive in the Kingdom.

I got out of the wagon to get some air.

“I'll escort you.”

Charlotte says I nod lightly.

Elise was preparing to cook in the fireplace, and Haman was pitching his tent with soldiers.

I turned my gaze and looked at the cart.

Hans was almost restored to the heart pieces of Mist Calf one day.

Hans strokes his chin with a serious face in front of him.

I approached Hans.

“What's going on? ”

Hans pauses.

“Yes? No, that's... ”

It's a complicated face.

He wipes his face. Thinking about it, he looked at me and smiled and said.

“No. Probably, no. ”

Hans nods with a confident expression.

“No problem. ”

“... Really? ”

Hans stares at a large jewel that weighs about a meter.

There was an empty section about the size of a large head.

The next day.

The wagon has left.

After morning, it became afternoon.

You hear Charlotte's voice with a knock.

“The king has also arrived at Lorenzis. Your Highness.”

I opened the carriage door and held out my head.

Wide grasslands spread.

Thousands of villages and paths between them.

Huge exterior walls and exterior doors connected to the roadway.

Lorenzis, the king.

It was the moment I arrived home after a long time.

* *

Th... th... th...

A loud bell rang.

At the high walls, someone flies the petals.

I stared at the people who looked through the open carriage doors with my eyes wide.

Windows were opened in every house.

The streets are crawling with people.

Hundreds of thousands of people cheer.

“It's the Prince!”

“Your Highness!”

“Look at this place! ”

The paladins plunder and control the people.

The paladins groan and groan in the crowd.

In a cheerful voice, I look dazed.

“May Guia's blessings be with you.... ”

Some of them were priests who put their hands together to pray and the common people who followed them.

“May the God of Death, Judaea... ”

Iron masked beings.

The ‘commanders’ who are the Hassansins of Aslan are also involved.

“The Holy King is here! And we will be worshipping Him, turning to Him. ”

The monks of the Kaolium Cult who were hostile.

Those in robes are cheering fanatically.

“Saint!”

“Thank you for saving us! ”

“Saint -!”

Also, those who were refugees from the Kingdom of Rome have come a long way.

The Crown Prince has returned to the throne.

The cheers were somewhat expected.

But something was wrong.

Why? Why?

Have they come a long way to the people of other countries?

“Charlotte."

Charlotte flinches.

She turns her head away from you for the first time.

“What do you know? ”

“Since I was commanded by the Master, it's hard to mention... ”

As long as Charlotte is the Master, there is only Oskar the Sword King.

“What's going on? ”

Charlotte stared at me.

He opened his mouth carefully.

“... succession ceremony. ”

“What?"

“The Royal Succession Ceremony. ”

Does he have a position as the Holy Father?

I stroked my chin thinking hard.

“It is said that he will choose the successor of the First Holy Father. ”

“I see.”

I nodded.

Is that bastard, White, running for Holy Father?

It seems like an urgent position.

Since you left the Holy Father's throne and fled, you must think you can go up to the Holy Father to capture the people and get rid of the hostility.

You kept it a secret from me because you thought White would react because he didn't like it.

I understand that.

Maybe it's because I'm not surprised.

Charlotte was embarrassed and asked.

“Did you know? ”

“No, I just got it. ”

Charlotte sighs of relief.

“I see you have no complaints. ”

“Complaints. Lots of them. Isn't that where you were before you became a saint? I have such a high position, but do I have to be a terrible human being?"

“That's not true. The Prince is a great man! ”

Why am I getting out of there?

No, perhaps the brothers of the Patriarch will rise to the throne of the Holy Father.

“Are you nervous?”

“Of course.”

Charlotte glanced at me with an unwavering gaze.

“Don't worry. I'll carry you. ”

I tilted my head.

I keep having the wrong conversation.

And the people kept saying, "Your Majesty! 'I hear you shouting.

By the way, the prisoners in the territory of Ronia also call me the Holy King...?

Anxiety struck me.

Something's wrong.

“Charlotte."

“Yes."

Charlotte dared to look at me.

He looks blunt, but he's happy to see his eyes twirling.

“Who is the successor to the Holy Father? ”

Charlotte expressed her embarrassment.

“That's right... ”

She tilts her head and fires a clear shot.

“Seven, Alan Olfalls. You're the Prince, aren't you? ”