I Ask for One Last Lesson (3)

With Lydia’s arrival,

the sudden assault by the Fallen was dealt with in an instant. Before long, a vast crowd had gathered to welcome her as she returned with the Hero’s party. They all knelt with their heads bowed, praising the brightest member of the royal family.

Commoners and nobles, the noble faction and the reformists,

the countless people who had been divided until now—

but now, the refugees had gathered in an open space in a village near the royal capital…

They cried out, kneeling all the way to the horizon.

To the heroes who had arrived to save them.

-O brightest of swords!

-O Golden One who leads the Hero and the Saintess!

-The Sword Saintess, a royal by birth and a Sword Master by merit...