In front of a gravestone, a girl in a white dress just stood there with a vacant gaze.
“…I’m sorry. I don’t know very well…”
In end of the silence, the girl opened her mouth.
By someone’s good will, the gravestone was placed in a pretty nice location, and on the grave, the spring, whose turn was about to come to its end, was sending gentle breeze mixed with flower petals as a farewell gift.
“…why it ended up like this.”
Facing the wind mixed with flower petals, the girl continued.
On the gravestone that the girl was looking at, there were words written in a foul language criticizing and blaming her.
It looked like someone definitely came by before she arrived.
“I…”
It was asking why she couldn’t protect her and why she was the only one that survived. The girl blurred the end of her sentence as she stared at the gravestone with questions criticizing her written on it.
“I…”
In front of a dead person, she didn’t know what to say as an excuse.
“…Why don’t we get going soon?”
As the girl stood there without being able to continue her words, the priest, who was standing in waiting behind her, said to the girl. It was because there were people waiting for her.
“Okay.”
The girl nodded as she looked behind her, and she took a step forward and bent her body down. It was to put down the bouquet of flowers she was holding with both of her hands.
“Beta…”
Among the two hands that carefully laid down the bouquet of flowers, one hand only had three fingers.
“…I’ll get going now.”
The girl who laid down the bouquet of flowers, Nainiae, raised her arm toward the gravestone. It was to wipe off the words on the gravestone, no, the dirt used to write them on the gravestone.
“Soon, I’ll be seeing you again, so…”
The new white dress that she received became dirty from Lower Solia’s dirt, but Nainiae didn’t mind it.
“When that time comes, to me, you…”
On her face, who just cleaned the gravestone with great care and turned her body around with her hands to her back, Nainiae was carrying sadness and bitterness.
***
“Ugh, to think that something like that would happen in Lower Solia of all places.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Because those homeless people have heavy lips, it seems it won’t be easy to ask them about anything.”
Last night, in Lower Solia, Astroa the grand mage died. This was not an ordinary problem.
“And today is the final of the King’s Swordsmanship Tournament, ugh…”
In this serious atmosphere, in the middle of the discussion meeting, as someone sighed and murmured, another slammed the round table,
Baam!
and that made the polished round table to jump up slightly from the impact.
“Is King’s Swordsmanship Tournament important in a moment like this?!”
“The pillar of the Magic Tower is dead! Not only that, narcotics were discovered! What are we supposed to tell the other side? A lunatic mage was hiding narcotics and was found out? Ha! Sure they will believe that, right?”
Today morning, a few of Solia Castle’s royal guards and some people from the Holy Temple came to the Magic Tower.
As reported by a certain ‘girl,’ in the basement of the Magic Tower, not only the hidden laboratory, but also massive amount of narcotics were discovered.
It was quite literally having a worse matter on top of the other.
“Fortunately, some of the members of the Magic Tower willingly admitted about them. If there was another lunatic like Astroa in the Magic Tower… Ugh…”
The few mages who knew about Astroa’s atrocity acknowledged his crimes willingly. Also, for the crime of keeping silence about it for all this time, they said they would accept punishment as a well-deserved penalty.
Some of the mages were currently being held in Solia Castle.
“Even though it happened now, it was fortunate that it was finally exposed.”
“Let’s go over and get all these organized slowly. First, why don’t we talk about the leader of the Magic Tower? Astroa is dead. That means the chair for the leader of the Magic Tower is now empty.”
“Hmm.”
“I’m sure you all know the reason, but that chair must not be empty. Who killed Astroa again? From what I heard, it was a mage?”
“Yes, that mage killed him. It was a dark witch.”
“A dark witch…”
It was by a single blow.
When Solia’s royal guards and the people from the temple were in desperate situation in the battle, Nainiae, the dark witch and a disposed product from the Magic Tower, shot the magic that she prepared and succeeded in defeating Astroa.
Everyone that was at the scene of the battle said the same thing. They talked about a violent explosion sound loud enough to tear the eardrums and also the dark colored beam of light’s trajectory. They were all explaining that Nainiae defeated Astroa.
No matter who looked at it, it appeared to be the case, so it could not be told in a different way.