Vol. 16 Ch. 7: Crimson Holy Grail

With this magical artifact I created, the 'Black Holy Grail,' I shall prove that the person standing here truly bears the blood of the royal family.

〈Silent Witch〉 Monica Everett held the Black Holy Grail aloft before the nation's dignitaries, maintaining a dignified bearing...

(W-what's the next line againnnnn...? Ugh, my stomach... It hurts so baaaad...)

She did nothing but battle the pain in her stomach.

To make matters worse, her head hurt from having her hair tied tightly up high, her corset was tighter than ever, and the terrifyingly high heels of her shoes felt as though they might crush her toes at any moment.

Monica had only one reason for bringing her staff here, even though she was not going to fight a magic battle.

It was not to make herself look dignified. Without her staff, she could not walk properly in heeled shoes.

Leaning her weight against the staff, Monica quietly breathed out in little puffs.

Her stomach hurt as though it had been wrung out like a rag, while her heart was pounding and thudding so hard that she feared it might accidentally leap out of her mouth.

As Monica slowly steadied her breathing and raised her head, her eyes met Isaac's...