【SIDE】Cyril, Commander of the First Knight Order (2)

When I was around ten, I began splitting my time between the capital and our domain.

By then, I had been allowed to use one of my father’s titles—that of count—so there was no problem with my going to the royal palace.

My mother seemed to dislike the capital, so she lived in our domain.

Perhaps she couldn’t bear seeing all the things in the capital that she would have had if she’d become queen.

I visited her regularly and asked if she needed anything, but most of the time, I couldn’t even get a reply.

When I spoke to her, my mother wouldn’t even look at me. She would keep drinking her tea or gazing at the flowers in the garden, treating me as though I weren’t there.

She was also a very typical Saint.

In other words, she was proud, always put her own wishes first, and never knew when to yield.

She believed herself superior to everyone and everything, and expected to be treated with the utmost deference.

For that reason, she despised the people of this land...