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A corridor in the underground labyrinth.
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Tiela was taking a walk through the labyrinth, both for a
change of pace and for her beauty routine.
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\text("Margaretta")
Hm? Lady Tiela. Good morning. ...Though, I suppose you can't
really see the sunrise down here in the labyrinth.

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\text("Tiela")
Margaretta-san... Good morning.
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Tiela smiled, but inwardly she couldn't help but feel a bit
intimidated.
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Tiela was never the assertive type to begin with.

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The only reason she could face people without hesitation was
her pride as a former queen―but―

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That didn't work on this woman.
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They were both royalty. And now, both were heirs to fallen
kingdoms.
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Margaretta Razantoria. The princess of the Razantoria
Kingdom, now wiped from the map.

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Despite her status, she fought on the battlefield herself,
and after her kingdom's fall, she continued to fight on the
front lines as a mercenary.
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Nicknamed the 'Assault Princess.'
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―That bloody history alone was enough to make Tiela shrink
back.

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\text("Tiela")
Well then, if you'll excuse me...
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\text("Margaretta")
Ah―wait, wait, wait. Don't run off. Actually, I've been
looking for you since this morning.
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\text("Tiela")
Eh...? Me?
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\text("Margaretta")
Yes. Now that we're in similar circumstances, I thought we
should have a talk at least once.
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\text("Margaretta")
So? How is life here? Is there anything you're having
trouble with?
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\text("Tiela")
N-no, not really... Everyone has been very kind to me.


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\text("Margaretta")
Hmm. That's good to hear. ...But is there really nothing?
Any worries or concerns?

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\text("Tiela")
...? You sound like you already know I have something on my
mind.
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Tiela tilted her head and gave a faint smile, and Margaretta
responded with a soft chuckle of her own.

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\text("Margaretta")
You're right. Enough of that. ...Honestly, delicate tasks
like this don't suit me from the start.

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\text("Margaretta")
So I'll get straight to the point. That bastard Caym is
worried you might have something weighing on you.

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\text("Margaretta")
He asked me to casually check in with you about it.

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\text("Margaretta")
...Really, this is probably Risbell's job. But it seems you
two just don't get along very well.

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Margaretta gave a wry, understanding smile.

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\text("Tiela")
I see... I'm sorry for making you do something you're not
used to.
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\text("Tiela")
But truly, I have no complaints about my daily life here.

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\text("Tiela")
...If anything, I'm so healthy that I have to take walks
like this just to keep my figure in check.
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Tiela smiled, but Margaretta changed her approach.


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\text("Margaretta")
Hmm... Then, if it's not about the daytime, how about at
night?
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At Margaretta's question, Tiela raised her eyebrows
slightly, a bit annoyed.
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It was as if to say, Did Caym really talk about that much?

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\text("Margaretta")
Don't be mad. ...Unusually for him, he's starting to lose
confidence as a man.

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\text("Tiela")
Huh...? Caym-sama... is?
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\text("Margaretta")
Yeah. He seems to be worried that he can't satisfy you.

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\text("Margaretta")
He's tried drinking some shady potions, cooling his balls
with ice magic... and in the end, he came crying to me.

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\text("Margaretta")
So? To be blunt, is Caym not enough for you?

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\text("Tiela")
I... I didn't realize he was going that far for me...

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―Had her own frustration really been showing that obviously?

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She thought she was hiding it, but maybe men are more
sensitive than Tiela had assumed.

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\text("Tiela")
Well... I really do think Caym-sama is doing his best for
me.

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\text("Tiela")
But from the start, something just feels lacking. Like, this
isn't quite what I'm looking for.
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\text("Margaretta")
Hmm...? Maybe just doing it normally in a room, on a bed,
doesn't suit you.

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At those words, Tiela remembered―when Luct=Lusario was
conquered, Caym had taken her in front of everyone in the
royal palace.
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Thinking about it... she realized she hadn't experienced
that level of excitement even once since then.
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\text("Tiela")
That might be it. But what kind of... situation would
actually suit me?

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She couldn't exactly become queen again and have Caym
conquer the palace all over―

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\text("Margaretta")
Even if you ask me... Oh! That's right!

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Clank, went her armor. Margaretta clapped her hands together
as if she'd just had an idea.

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\text("Margaretta")
You know about 'Illusion Stones,' right? Those things that
record images and sounds.
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\text("Margaretta")
Apparently, Caym is a bit of a collector of adult Illusion
Stones.
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\text("Margaretta")
―If you ask him to show you, maybe you'll find a situation
you like among them.

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\text("Tiela")
Illusion Stones, huh...
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She wasn't sure if that would really solve her frustration―

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But watching them together with Caym might help them get
through this stagnant phase.

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\text("Tiela")
Yes, that might be a good idea. I'll give it a try―thank
you, Margaretta-san.

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\text("Margaretta")
Don't mention it. That's a weight off my shoulders too.
...Good luck with it.
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Clanking her armor as she left, Margaretta walked away while
Tiela waved her off.

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