Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

8. Stop-off

The next morning, Claire and the others were in the custody of EAS.

“Good morning, did you sleep well”

Vik asks Claire.

“Yeah, by far, the best”

Answer as Claire looks at Lewis in a meaningful way.

“Right. I had fun, too.”

“Oh, I invited you…!

When Lewis replied with a smile as he provoked Vique, Vike gave him a peek at his childish expression.

“By the way, let’s give it some protection. Claire, come here.”

Lewis, who stayed provoked and totally thru Vike, calls Claire.

“Please take it easy”

Such a lui circled behind Claire, hands about a little below her neck, between her shoulder blades.

Moments, a soft shock runs on Claire and lightens her body.

I can clearly see my body wrapping around strange colors.

“… wow. I’ve never had such a proper magic of doom.”

Even Claire’s magic can’t take care of the doom, but it’s at the bottom level at best, and disaster on the road won’t escape.

But Lewis’ magic was so strong that he didn’t have to get caught up in bandit raids and criminal activity that could happen on the road.

Claire was wondering how many knights, but if there was this blessing, four Paft aristocrats would be in another country without any escort.

(blue… no, I wonder if you have white magic)

Claire stares at Lewis’ face.

“I’m glad Claire liked it. Okay, Claire, get on my horse.”

“Yes, Lewis, thank you from what to what”

Claire smiled and took Lewis’ hand.

“Hey, you guys…. We’re leaving…”

With a stubborn voice of vik, the horses rushed out.

―――――

Claire thought it would take about a week by carriage to reach the King’s Capital of the Paft Country, but when she traveled on horseback it meant she would arrive in about four days.

The Clares, who left the EAS post on the first day, were passing through the south post of the Noston state within that day, and on the second day had come as far as the village Fratern on the south end of the Noston state.

“Claire, are you tired?

“It’s okay, Lewis”

Claire and Lewis have been very close over the past two days.

I was taught that Lewis’ house is the Count’s house in the Paft Country, and that Vik is a childhood tamer from a small age.

That it is a family lineage with strong magic and fringe to the church.

I also heard that I don’t really like feminine outfits and that it’s most fun when I’m acting like a man and training knights.

“The horses want to give it a rest, and have a little lunch break.”

“Right.”

The Vikes, who were asking about Claire and Lewis, stop the horse and say.

The four decided to enter the village restaurant.

Ahead lies the fort of Fratern, which has become the main city of transportation. There were enough shops and restaurants lined up around here to call it a village.

Not wanting to stand out too much within Noston, Claire recommended one of the biggest restaurants of its kind to be disputed by the crowd.

Just after lunch, while the store was fairly crowded, Claire and the others finished their meals.

(The mushroom stew and the walnut bread were very tasty. If you go to the paft country, working in a restaurant sounds like fun too……!

When Claire is dreaming full of moles,

“Sorry to keep you waiting, with your coffee after dinner…”

The shopkeeper’s hand, who brought the drink, stops in front of Claire.

(What, me? Shit, maybe I’ve seen you before)

When Claire was in a hurry, before she could finish thinking about it to everyone,

“What have you done?”

Veek quickly broke in with a full grin.

“Oh, I’m sorry…. Could it be that your daughter is from the old Lindell Country?

“Former Lindell Country……?

Claire is surprised by the unexpected words.

At the same time, I’m relieved that I didn’t lose my mind.

Witnesses near the southern border, and if anything, a single shot would tear you apart if the destination was a paft country.

“Oh. Think that hair color and a clear noticeable nose look just like the royal traits of the Lindell Country. Sorry if I offended you.”

“When it comes to the country of Lindell, it was a country of beauty! Sure, this lady is a different one. I can’t help but think you’re wrong.”

A stranger speaks from behind.

The State of Lindell is a small country surrounded by the sea by the Quartet, which used to be south of the State of Noston. It was a small country with only a castle town, but it flourished with beautiful nature and cities as a tourist resource.

But because it was a small island nation, it is also a tragic country that was exterminated overnight after an enemy raid about 40 years ago.

Its survival is very small, and I hear that all royalty have died.

“No, you look a lot like the admiring princess I met when I was little. I’m sorry, forget it.”

The store owner apologized to Claire and she’s gone.

The fragrant aroma of black coffee wraps the table.

(Smells good…)

At that moment, the words on Claire’s head came back to her head.

‘… just let my second brother throw away a super important letter from his deceased mother to Claire that he keeps in the safe!! The baptism ceremony can be held in the former Lindell National Territory, not in the Noston Nation.

(That… I don’t know… it’s like the name of the Lindell Country came up in this strange dream before…)

Where Claire is no longer, Donnie asks.

“Has Claire ever been to Lindell Island?

“I don’t. Now the Puffett Nation kicked out its enemies, protected the survivors and redeveloped them as tourist destinations, right? I hear it’s a beautiful city, but I’ve never had a chance.”

Claire answers in a hasty, blurred head.

“Then it would be ant to stop by Lindell Island.”

Keith answers with an excited look.

“Right. I feel so happy for Claire, but what do we do, Veek?

Say it with a look like Lewis saw something.

“… Russai, Lui.

Vike says bumps to Lewis, then goes on.

“Okay, let’s stop by. It has a sad history, but it is the most beautiful island in our country. Let’s stay at Lindell tonight.”

So the line decided to head to Lindell Island.