Arabella and Isabella

The kingdom’s delegation arrived.

Though they called themselves a delegation, in practice they were little different from hostages.

The delegation knew that, too, so they crossed the border prepared for the treatment they would receive in the duchy.

“Do you think they’ll throw tomatoes at us?”

“Tomatoes would be lucky. They might shoot arrows at us.”

“Sigh... We’ll have to be careful about what we eat, too, right?”

“I brought a magical alarm device. Want to use it together?”

In the minds of the delegation’s knights and attendants, the duchy was a sort of demonic realm.

A place where citizens, suffering in poverty under a foolish duke, trembled beneath the brutality of the knight Duke and his men.

But it took just three days for their misconceptions to be corrected...