Chancellor Karl's Bag of Tricks

Whoooosh—

A chilly wind blew, and damp blue leaves that had fallen before their time brushed past the two figures, ready to disappear into the darkness.

“Ahem, ahem!”

Kairen spotted Elisia, his partner, walking up behind him and tried desperately not to laugh out loud. He covered his mouth with a fist and kept clearing his throat.

“.....No, Elisia. What on earth are you wearing?”

Kairen’s eyes wavered.

Elisia was dressed like an assassin from head to toe in black.

A drab black hood was wrapped tightly around her beautiful red hair, and she wore a black Academy-issue outfit.

On top of that, a black mask covered half her face, leaving only her eyes peeking out.

For Kairen, who had expected a romantic night stroll or a date, the princess’s over-the-top infiltration getup—as if she were about to carry out an assassination mission at any moment—was utterly absurd, and yet...