"How dare you raise your hand against the lady? Who fed and protected your kin from poverty and contempt? With your filthy hammer, like rotten cattle, you may strike only those equal to you: traitors and dirty outcasts. Fall prostrate and burn in the hellish flame, and perhaps then the goddess of light will accept your atonement."
For some reason, Alsira's words made an impression, and the lordess managed to extricate herself from what had seemed a hopeless situation.
"Your Grace... I am so sorry." — having made sure they were safe, she says to Ciel. — "...The whole situation was utterly incomprehensible to me, and I... I could no longer allow your safety to be put at risk." — her gaze fixes on the estate still smoldering in the background. — "Perhaps the danger has not yet passed."
- Darling... My dear...
Merely helplessly reaching a trembling and pale palm toward the embers left of the estate, the lord of Olivus sank to her knees without strength and without any grace, staring at the ground. Moments later, Ciel lost consciousness.
The shock of losing loved ones and the betrayal of those she had trusted for so many years had a very strong negative effect on the energetic and cheerful woman — first she lost her appetite and sleep, and then she could no longer — or rather simply did not want to — rise from bed, wishing to be left alone. She appointed the Knight of the Moon Shadow as temporary executor of lordly duties.
A little later, all five knights of Olivus gathered in the Forum.
The Knight of Dreamy Clouds had in the past been a notorious delinquent in Olivia — he took money from peers, got into fights at the slightest disrespect shown toward him, persistently pestered girls, drew whatever pleased his soul on the city walls, littered wherever he pleased, and so on. It was believed that at best he would grow into a bandit, and at worst — he would not last long in this life. One day, when he crossed the acceptable limits and, with the words "no outsiders belong here," brutally beat a tourist from Revnland, a decision was made about some serious punishment for all his misdeeds, but the region's lord intervened, promising all the victims that she would set the boy straight. And she succeeded — raised by her kindness, Ober Bigott grew into a worthy man whose name no longer damaged the region's reputation.
The Knight of Eternal Love — a full-figured man of very short stature, at the age of 19 fell head over heels in love with a singer who lived next door. Due to his interest in music, a fruitful collaboration developed between the two, and over time Karvalett began to feel very strong feelings for his partner, yet for her he remained merely a friend, and her own heart was won by another. Despite this, the musician continued to love his muse, supported her in every way, wrote songs for her, and so on. Many years later, her then-husband would die in the campaign of Koimaji the Majestic, and through such tragedy he would be allowed to grow closer to the lady of his heart — she would finally marry him, and he would adopt her children. Several years of shared life would become the happiest for Karvalett, but fate had other plans for him — by chance, during a visit to Kanamia, his wife would be struck down by a capital carriage, and his heart would once again shatter into pieces.
The Knight of the Humble Wish — a mysterious woman who almost never speaks. Everyone knows her kind and responsive nature, but what lies in this person's soul, no one truly knows.
The Knight of the Misty Rain devoted her life to fighting the supernatural and the unjust, considering it her duty from a young age to protect her countrymen both from the monsters of the north and from the inhabitants of neighboring regions, toward whom she was predominantly negatively disposed.
And now these four sat at one table together with Alsira, who was fulfilling the lordly duties.
- So what do we do now? - After the tragedy that had occurred, these four words were the first thing the Knight of Dreamy Clouds uttered.
- I have news from the north. I don't know how, but Renavan the Pious has returned. - The Knight of the Misty Rain briefly described what had happened in Swordgard, in particular Adata Transend's ascension as the new lord.
- So then, that means milord Lorican... - The fat man closed his weary eyes, allowing himself a moment of silence.
- And that little cutie too, huh? - Ober repeated what had already been said. - She seemed the most decent of the three to me, a shame.