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You're not gonna...

The forest of demon mist, are you?

Rosalia proceeds with the story without worrying about the vassals who begin to break out in a cold sweat, despite the fact that they were just a moment ago.

''Truly an excellent shadow. Even the mistress didn't expect that you would find a place with a large amount of fuel at this time. I'll have to praise her thoroughly later.

''Well, I know that there's fuel in the Demon Fog Forest. However, I foolishly think it's a bit reckless to enter that forest. No one has ever come back from entering that forest, no...?

One of the vassals who presented the danger of the Demonic Fog Forest widened his eyes as if he had noticed something.

''Kukkuk. Have you noticed? Yes, her shadow has returned. And I do not believe that there is that much difference in ability between her and you. With your current strength in addition to the new weapon, you should be able to capture the forest of magic fog.

”...

Would you do me a favor... would you listen to me?

The space fell silent.

After a brief silence, the first to open his mouth was a mature man who had closed his eyes thoughtfully.

''... There is no denial on our part. We will surely show you what Rosalia-sama has in store for you.

After his words, the other vassals also regained their vigor.

''I can't refuse if you ask me to do so. Demon Fog Forest, no shortage of opponents!''

'Right. We could have won an overwhelming victory over Dizenaire. If we work together, we can't lose to the demons that nest in the Demon Fog Forest.

With a satisfied smile on her face at the energetic vassals, Rosalia slowly stood up and held out her palm towards them.

''The next destination shall be the Forest of Demon Fog! I'm counting on your work!

”'Victory to Lady Rosalia! Glory to Rastabel!

A voice, almost like a roar, rang out.

Rosalia's private room.

In that room, which was decorated with all of the special quality furnishings, there was Rosalia, the owner of the room, and the man who was seen at the earlier occasion.

After deciding where to proceed, she stopped him from among the vassals who were disbanding to prepare for the battle and invited him into her own room.

'What can I do for you, Lady Rosalia?'

''Iron-skinned as usual, huh? No one can get in here, so just go on as usual. Larsen?

Rosalia, who sat on the bed and spoke in a broken tone, was hardly the same person as the dignified and dignified empress from earlier.

In contrast, Larsen's eyes sharpened and he looked around warily at his surroundings, but when he realized that there was no sign of anyone but her, he slowly closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

'Huh... Rosalie, you're being too cautious. Have a little tension.

'What? Larsen, on the other hand, is overly cautious. Rather than being cautious, it's better to show some vulnerability so they don't get suspicious. Besides, it's exhausting to act like an empress. I wish I could relax in my own room at least.

'Even so, you know that our plans cannot be revealed. At last, I'm the guild master and you are the Empress of Rastabel. Are you going to blow all your plans out of the water here?

'Oh, yes, yes, I know. I've got soldiers to watch you properly, and I've even used soundproofing magic in case you called Larsen on a secret mission.

Rosalia waved one hand while sticking out her tongue as if to nag Larsen, who had a tone of voice that seemed to be lecturing his subordinates.

”And yet, oh, Julius, was it? You're coming back alive from the Demon Fog Forest, so you're not a pretty good kid. Where did you find him?

Don't pry. It's none of your business. It's not your business. You don't want to mess with it and it won't be able to fight back.

Oh, is that a terrible thing to say? Wouldn't it be nice if you trusted your colleagues a little?

Rosalia received a clear rejection, but she wasn't particularly irritated, and she evacuated Larsen with the sultry look of a child obviously acting.

The evacuated Larsen also passed her words off as if they were the usual thing.

''Well, fine. If our goal is accomplished this time, our reputation will certainly increase... hopefully, right?

Not if it works. We must succeed.

They never seemed to be on good terms with each other, but they had a common goal in mind.

After making eye contact with each other, they lifted their mouths like a mirror match.

''Come on, it's time to hunt for the spirit...''