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— I sent a scouting raven after you, whose eyes are as good as my own, but this Ravenedge-tencho-kun-san of yours killed it. Can you imagine? "I" am observing Trude-san's presumed little restaurant from a bird's-eye view, and a knife flies right into "me." It was very rude of him, and he would do well not to do such a thing again. Still, it's very good that you thought to write me a letter; otherwise, I don't even know what measures I would have had to resort to in order to resolve the situation, although I wouldn't have been able to send Carneol—they had another assignment at the time, and even if they hadn't, I still wouldn't have. It is still a very young organization, and I wouldn't want you to suffer in any way because of their inexperience; there are situations where a mission is supposedly a rescue, but in reality, the person requiring rescue is maimed or dies due to the rescuers' fault. You don't believe me? It happens, it absolutely happens. And to show you how serious I am—I would send them to save some presumed queen of Zimivia, but not you, because you are dearer to me than any important figure on the political chessboard. We are family, understand? Hmm... Speaking of which, I would like you to call me mom and address me informally. May I ask this of you? I do not wish to show any disrespect to your real parents, but our connection and the fact of your birth in this world are indisputable. — With a now familiar gesture, Naria runs her palm over Ayano's face. — But don't think that I am speaking ill of them, or of Carneol—I am not that heartless. I am sure they will play a major role in the future of the country. For instance, do you remember that dwarf? Aiko Viresenser. I'd like to call her "little," but they are all like that, so it would be incorrect. I am thinking of appointing her Minister of Economy when I become Empress. I have never personally seen an individual so skilled with money who would simultaneously think first of the common good rather than their own enrichment. Ah, I have one other servant, named Kenshiro; I think he could have been sent on a rescue mission. He is, for all intents and purposes, my slave summoned from another world, but in all other aspects, he is a very worthy man, and furthermore, he comes from a culture similar to yours. He is also busy with another mission right now, but I'm thinking of releasing him from service upon his return, and then perhaps you two could meet and find common ground? Well, it doesn't matter, the main thing is that you've returned.
— As far as I know, the most common stereotype about Farellians among the empire's residents can be described in one word: "bumpkins," but in my view, their way of life and culture deserve a certain amount of respect. — The princess scanned the pages of the interview. — This work could be called a masterpiece if the second half of this conversation—namely, my questions to you and your answers—had also appeared on these pages, but alas, in order for this interview to correspond to the notions and prejudices of the common ordinary person, it has been dreadfully simplified. As a result, it reads like a conversation between me and a wall. But thank you anyway, I accept this gift. — She takes the book. — You know, it would have been funny if Mr. Ravenedge had parted with his life over such a foolishity, but this Heidi... Apparently, she is a very extraordinary personality. I have heard of gliders, but I would never have thought they could be used so effectively for conducting aerial combat. This is very interesting.
Hearing about the visit to the church, Naria clenched her right hand into a fist and, holding Ayano in her arms, began to rub her knuckles over the top of her head.
— You little dummy! You don't deserve 100 strikes, but a full 10,000! And even that would be too few. For someone in your situation, it's like jumping under a moving locomotive. We are very lucky that we can talk to each other now. — Stopping the assault on her head, the princess hugs Ayano tightly, once again expressing joy at her return. — Kripov follows a different teaching, of which he is the founder. He and his followers hold the opinion that Arselia and Akonia are relics of the past and oppose the worship of anyone other than the world itself, Anuzish, although this applies only to the clergy; they do not encroach upon the free will of the laity, provided it does not pose a threat to the natural order of things. My views and theirs correspond in many ways. But, you say, he swore eternal love? I would love to see that. Now, wait... What exactly is your relationship with him? You must have answered him with something, a "yes" or a "no"? And are you absolutely sure it isn't some kind of joke? It seems to me that any self-respecting man in love would inevitably try to make the object of his affection "his," yet you say he didn't even touch you. Suspicious.
— Hmm... Are you sure you've thought this through? — Naria accepts the gift. — For me, the first princess of the empire, to wear the symbolism of a foreign country would be somewhat incorrect. But oh well! I'll place it somewhere in my chambers and associate it not with Farellia, but with your trip and the wonderful story connected to it. I truly think so. Given the circumstances, anything could have been expected from your visit there... Something like this: you're held in a basement chained up, and all sorts of atrocities are committed. And you say you went on a lovely little picnic and made some good friends. Fantastic!
— As far as I know, the most common stereotype about Farellians among the empire's residents can be described in one word: "bumpkins," but in my view, their way of life and culture deserve a certain amount of respect. — The princess scanned the pages of the interview. — This work could be called a masterpiece if the second half of this conversation—namely, my questions to you and your answers—had also appeared on these pages, but alas, in order for this interview to correspond to the notions and prejudices of the common ordinary person, it has been dreadfully simplified. As a result, it reads like a conversation between me and a wall. But thank you anyway, I accept this gift. — She takes the book. — You know, it would have been funny if Mr. Ravenedge had parted with his life over such a foolishity, but this Heidi... Apparently, she is a very extraordinary personality. I have heard of gliders, but I would never have thought they could be used so effectively for conducting aerial combat. This is very interesting.
Hearing about the visit to the church, Naria clenched her right hand into a fist and, holding Ayano in her arms, began to rub her knuckles over the top of her head.
— You little dummy! You don't deserve 100 strikes, but a full 10,000! And even that would be too few. For someone in your situation, it's like jumping under a moving locomotive. We are very lucky that we can talk to each other now. — Stopping the assault on her head, the princess hugs Ayano tightly, once again expressing joy at her return. — Kripov follows a different teaching, of which he is the founder. He and his followers hold the opinion that Arselia and Akonia are relics of the past and oppose the worship of anyone other than the world itself, Anuzish, although this applies only to the clergy; they do not encroach upon the free will of the laity, provided it does not pose a threat to the natural order of things. My views and theirs correspond in many ways. But, you say, he swore eternal love? I would love to see that. Now, wait... What exactly is your relationship with him? You must have answered him with something, a "yes" or a "no"? And are you absolutely sure it isn't some kind of joke? It seems to me that any self-respecting man in love would inevitably try to make the object of his affection "his," yet you say he didn't even touch you. Suspicious.
— Hmm... Are you sure you've thought this through? — Naria accepts the gift. — For me, the first princess of the empire, to wear the symbolism of a foreign country would be somewhat incorrect. But oh well! I'll place it somewhere in my chambers and associate it not with Farellia, but with your trip and the wonderful story connected to it. I truly think so. Given the circumstances, anything could have been expected from your visit there... Something like this: you're held in a basement chained up, and all sorts of atrocities are committed. And you say you went on a lovely little picnic and made some good friends. Fantastic!