It Was Urgent, Until It Wasn't

Those who belonged to the Knights were, for the most part, seasoned fighters.

And saying “for the most part” meant there were exceptions.

Beneath the fireworks embroidering the capital’s night sky, everyone else gazed at the dazzling colors while Fatia raced alone in the opposite direction.

Fatia, daughter of the margrave who guarded the White Mountains on the front line.

She had never once beaten her fellow recruits with a sword. The same went for archery, magic, or any other means of taking a life.

Even so, she held an important post in the Knights that they couldn’t do without.

That was why she, her comrades, her seniors and juniors, and her master could be part of a knightly order representing a territory, rather than merely an armed group that fought with swords.

Personnel, logistics, negotiations, transportation, ceremonies, discipline, construction, reconnaissance……

The Knights also needed people to handle the countless tasks that came up when their swords were sheathed, and she was well suited to that work.

Usually, she spent most of her effort helping the future lady of the house shuffle through paperwork, but she wasn’t doing that in the capital...