Shalof touched the base of the cherry blossom tree with his hand.

“Establishing order in human life ultimately is for the sake of those who are alive.”

Benjamin raised his head.

“Even though the dead leave when they die, those who are alive must live. It’s the living who experience loss and longing.”

Such a sense of loss shouldn’t be provoked.

Shalof whispered softly.

“Why disturb it?”

Benjamin felt something that had been entangled with Shalof loosen.

“Has it loosened?”

When the shackles that had restrained the gravedigger a while ago were tightening,

the air current to Shalof momentarily stopped.

Benjamin grabbed Shalof’s hair with his hand and combed it.

“It will take some time for Baron Bronth to resolve the situation.”

“Now that the fire is contained, take care of the lord’s health and gradually restore order.”

Benjamin used his arm to sweep the dry cherry tree.

“The tree bark could have been damaged by the fire, but it endured well.”

“Someone might have wished for the cherry tree not to catch fire.”

“Is it over?”

“Yes?”

“Can I leave now?”

Shalof rejected his suggestion to stay outside and personally visited the viscount’s residence.

“Well, I’m sorry for being stubborn.”

As she scratched her throat, Benjamin narrowed his eyes.

“Then go out.”

“Yes. I’ll just convey the story inside… Eup!”

Benjamin put his arms around Shalof’s waist. His body rose stiffly.

As the dizzying feeling heightened in his sight, his body froze stiff.

“Uhet!” In the meantime, both feet were lifted, and she clung to his embrace.

Benjamin firmly clasped Shalof’s waist with his arms and spoke.

“Since you came in as you pleased, it’s my decision when you leave.”

Shalof wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I have to inquire… Your Majesty?”

“I will inquire like this.”

Shalof struggled awkwardly and glanced at the guards.

“Consider it a pillar.”

“Yes. Please consider it as an insignificant rock.”

Benjamin pressed Shalof’s neck.

“Kek! Your Majesty, the, the carriage…”

The guards quickly averted their eyes.

“Understand it yourselves.”

Benjamin wrapped his red hair around his arm.

“Cough, cough! Yes, yes, no, Your Majesty!”

Shalof scratched his chin on his shoulder.

“Do you think I was reckless?”

“You’ve always been reckless.”

Benjamin kissed Shalof’s neck.

“Ugh.”

Shalof slapped his cheek on Benjamin’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to preach to a child about how harsh the outside is.”

“…What do you want to do?”

Benjamin loosened his lips slightly.

“Tie your feet to the imperial palace for a while.”

“Is that a joke?”

“Does it sound like a joke?”

Benjamin poked Shalof’s forehead.

“I don’t know how to make such jokes.”

Shalof rolled his eyes.

“Your Majesty.”

A guard asked from beside the emperor.

“What should I convey to Viscount Bronth?”

“…It would be good to meet the viscount and have a conversation.”

Baron Bronth needed time to handle the family situation.

“Later.”

“Your Majesty! The carriage is ready!”
The guards approached and reported that they were ready to interrogate.

“Tell Baron Bronth to visit once the situation is resolved.”

Baron Bronth is a resolute warrior.

Knights, mercenaries, swordsmen.

Wielding a sword is what they do.

The reality of the suppression front is very harsh.

Surviving on the front line doesn’t mean it ends there.

If they fight against monsters to the end on the battlefield, eventually, they will die there.

“In the end, they fight not to die, but at the same time, they experience the most deaths.”

Swordsmen stay on the front line, risking their lives.

Surviving for a long time on the battlefield means leaving behind many comrades.

“However, it doesn’t mean they’ve grown accustomed to death.”

The shadow extending underground touched the pitch-dark darkness.

The gravedigger is a sentient being, and such sentient beings are connected to each other.

The gravedigger, who was disappearing every moment, screamed.

The old man kneeled and carefully observed his master’s expression.

“Sorry. It seems the gravediggers’ tails were stepped on.”

“I ordered you to bring my utensils, not to sniff around my utensils.”

The middle-aged dark sorcerer, Adolf, raised his head.

Adolf swung his staff-arm, blowing off the head of the sentient being.

The old man remained silent beside him.

“The sentient being has been annihilated.”

“They were exposed in front of the punitive swordsmen. Punitive units are those who are most exposed to monster toxins. If they were exposed, they would be annihilated.”

The old man bowed with a bent back, kneeling.

“Who easily annihilated the gravediggers like this?”

“One of those who killed my kin, probably.”

Adolf pressed the ground with his staff.

“It’s annoying. What keeps bothering me?”

“I’m concerned about the emperor’s group. Using dark magic to raise the kin, it’s difficult to maintain them with the current dark magic. If the imperial family is involved, things will become complicated.”