It's time to see how Leina got drafted into the hairy situation she's currently in...?
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The Angel’s Oracle
“I’m so tired~~~”
Leina collapsed on her bed.
The maids standing by, without a moment’s delay, took off her dress, leaving her stark naked, her snow-white soft fair skin now bare.
Used to it at that point, the blonde didn’t complain.
With practiced hands, they wiped her sweat and applied perfumed oil that refreshed her body. Then, they spent time fanning her with their folding fans until the balm dried up, leaving her skin smooth, then finally put on her nightwear.
A day like any other.
“Thank you, that will be enough.”
At her behest, the maids left the room.
“Sigh...”
She let out a big sigh. Her day-to-day helping the Earl with his public service was boring.
Among the nobles’ conversation, there was some content she couldn’t directly tell her father. In particular, everything related to the successor problem, something important that concerned their very futures.
Leina could be said to be of marriageable age too, and recently, the issue of who among the nobility sons could become her husband had popped up. One name that did tend to come up often as a potential candidate was the handsome son of the Margrave Kreutz, but the Margrave himself didn’t seem too keen about the prospect.
There weren’t other nobles with a family status that matched hers, so it was only expected that no one would come forward... and yet, the Earl would no doubt make up his mind in the near future.
He’d marry her off to someone she wouldn’t normally have considered as a husband, she’d continue the bloodline of the Earl house, and then it would be just collecting taxes, governing the dominion, and repeating foolish conversations with nobles over and over again.
Leina’s own will wasn’t factored into the equation. It seemed love was not necessary to conserve the Earl’s bloodline.
“If Mother was still alive...”
If only she could be allowed to live any other way... rather than maintain the status quo of the nobles among them, she’d like to be able to test her own strength.
“In a bit of a pickle, are we?”
Suddenly, she heard a voice from outside.
“Nanael?”
She called out the name of a familiar angel.
“Yeah, yeah, you lost lamb, I’m Lady Nanael.”
The one-winged angel came soundlessly into the room.
Even with Leina’s ability, she wasn’t able to clearly perceive the other’s movements.
“If you were gonna get like this, you should have come to the last Queen’s Blade. With your skills, you’d surely have won the tournament, don’t you think? And then, your life would have taken a huge turn.”
“Don’t be silly.”
She replied, hiding her face in the pillow.
“Last time was four years ago. I was still a child...”
Nanael had first come to Leina four years ago and, finding her as worried about the future then as she was now, asked her to participate in the tournament.
Although the heiress did ask the Earl for permission—admittedly, not having thought it through much—, for obvious reasons he not only hadn’t granted it but also became angered, banning her from the swordsmanship lessons she so looked forward to... adding insult to injury.
It was around that time that Claudette was summoned to the Earl house.
It went without saying that the Earl’s will was that she no longer needed to think about battles, and yet she still continued receiving basic training from her older sister while trying her best for her father not to notice... however, it was also true that she had no way of measuring the extent of her own abilities.
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