Chapter 8 – Cassandra Nightshade
"Will he return soon?" Adrian's words synchronized with the appearance of a magic circle in the room. Thomas and Rohmund, both wielding staffs, and an unfamiliar woman materialized.
"Why are you here? Weren't you supposed..."
"Oh, stop complaining. It's fine; I just wanted to catch a glimpse of Lady Clara's daughter."
"Indeed, she's Clara's daughter, but she's also my daughter."
"Whatever. I don't care."
Amidst the argument, a man, presumably the father, and a woman with gray hair and red eyes behind glasses stood there. This must be Miss Cassandra Nightshade.
While the two argued, Rohmund, with a weary expression, stood beside them, shoulders slouched.
"As usual, you guys. Do you even realize who you're in the presence of?"
Suddenly shifting from their casual demeanor, Adrian spoke with the king's authority. The three immediately knelt and apologized in unison.
"...Hpph!"
Seeing this, Althea, standing next to Adrian, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Looking at Althea laughing, Adrian said, "Really, grown-ups quarreling in front of a lovely girl like this... come on, Miss Althea."
"Uh... hehe... yeah!"
Althea, looking up at Adrian, laughed, her tension released, presenting an angelic smile.
"... An angel... Seriously, an angel," muttered Miss Cassandra softly.
… She was a follower of Lady Clara; seeing Althea's smile is irresistible...
As Rohmund thought this, Thomas, who had stood up, approached Cassandra, standing where Althea couldn't see her, and smiled, addressing Althea.
"Now, Althea, let's start the ritual. And let's leave here quickly."
"Yes... Your Excellency."
Surprisingly, Althea felt no anxiety about the ritual. She attributed this newfound peace to the tea party with the king and the exchange between her father and Adrian.
"Your Excellency, what should I do to perform the 'ceremony'?"
"Oh, right... Adrian, is it okay to perform the ritual here?"
"Yeah, no problem... In fact, it's better to do it here where no one else can see. And in case of failure, it's better to be fully prepared now, right, Miss Cassandra?"
"W-Well, sure!"
While Cassandra was captivated by Althea, she was suddenly asked a question. Trying to hold back her emotions, she stammered out a response.
"It's fine. I won't fail. It's for my daughter...!"
Hey! She's not yours!
Thomas asserted, realizing this was not the time for arguments.