Around that time.
In the conference room in the depths of the former royal castle Count Blade sat at the head of a long table.
On the table a map of the former Valstine territory and reports that had arrived from various places were spread.
Public order of the royal capital, food distribution, repair of collapsed highways.
There was also dealing with remnants of the former kingdom army and residents strengthening opposition to the Kingdom of Wistaria.
All were cases requiring immediate judgment.
But the consciousness of the civil official waiting beside was directed at the uproar ringing from beyond the corridor.
"Count-kakka. The uproar near the main gate seems to have grown even larger…"
"I see."
Count Blade answered without raising his eyes from the reports.
From afar his daughter's voice rang.
Then the sound of something shattering showily.
The civil official's cheek twitched.
"Is it all right not to stop them?"
